Jungkook sat in his home and stared out his second story window at the drifting snow as it fell from the light grey clouds down to the already coated white front lawn. 

Snow was always something Jungkook had loved. From the first time he had seen it, to the first time he had let it sift through his fingers like flour. The cold caressed his skin and the flecks decorated his hair. It swirled and surrounded him, paled his skin and spread a pink tint across his cheeks.The white sat in all corners of his peripheral vision, sitting on the trees, rooftops and spreading through the sky. The thought gave Jungkook a hazy smile that he couldn’t remove. 

The soft snow slowed to just a few flakes every second and Jungkook brought his socked feet down to the light hardwood floor and headed for the stairs. His grey sweatshirt sank as he stood up. He always wore shirts that were too big for him. It made him feel comfortable. Black sweatpants swept against the stairs railing as he slid down the first few steps. He didn’t know why, maybe it was just the cliche in him, which he refused to accept, but hot cocoa was always something he craved on days like this. He liked how warm his insides would get with the deeply colored liquid while his outside was cold and coated in angelic, colorless white. 

Jungkook pulled a Christmas themed mug, a gift from his brother, out of his cabinet and set it down on his counter. Unlike most people he knew, he still did things the old fashioned way, without a fancy Keurig or whatever it was called. He tore open the little blue packet and poured the light brown powder into his mug. Jungkook poured milk in from a freshly opened jug and stirred it a little before setting it into the microwave. Jungkook punched in the first number before being interrupted by his doorbell. Jungkook stepped into the warmly lit hallways and undid his lock. He opened the door to a shivering delivery man who was holding what looked like a tree in his under dressed arms.

“I-I have a… tr-tree? For Je-Jeon Jungkook?” The delivery man stuttered out.

“That would be me.” Jungkook looked confusedly at the tree. “I don’t believe I ordered anything, at least not a tree though.”

“Th-That might ex-explain the gift tag.” The delivery man held the tag towards Jungkook.

“I guess so.” Jungkook warrily took the tree from his arms. “Thank you for delivering it. I didn’t think you would since it’s so cold.”

“Oh, you kn-know. People want their mai-mail. I want m-my paych-check.” The man laughed.

“Don’t we all.” Jungkook laughed. “Well, thank you again. Have a great day!”

“Y-You too!” The delivery man said as he made his way back to the delivery truck.   

Jungkook closed his door and eyed the tree that was directly in front of his face suspiciously before setting it down on the hall table. Jungkook pushed the leaves around and found small yellow pears hanging from it’s limbs. 

“A pear tree?” Jungkook mumbled.

Someone from his office had to be playing a prank on him. This absolutely had to do with the twelve days of Christmas. Why else would he receive a pear tree?

A bird’s chirp sent Jungkook’s attention shooting back to the tree. Jungkook moved one of the bushier branches and revealed a small nest made from small twigs and bits of colorful ribbons. A small greyish bird sat half awake in its center, looking quite mopey. Jungkook scooped the small bird up and held it close to his chest, trying to give it warmth. The cold had almost killed it, Jungkook knew that for sure. Jungkook looked down at the shivering bird. A Partrid- Pigeon?? Jungkook stroked the small pigeon’s back. He spun the tree around until he could see the gift tag on the side.

-On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree-

Sorry about the pigeon. Do you know how hard it is to get a partridge? I did try though. I hope you’ll like him even though he’s not exactly what the song listed. Oh, by the way, keep smiling. It brightens my day when you smile.

Jungkook blushed lightly as the note ended. The pigeon cooed in his arms, alerting him that the small bird was finally waking up and regaining heat. Jungkook bounced it lightly. Whoever this was had endangered a bird’s life and made the widely wanted Jeon Jungkook blush from their compliments all in one day. He could only hope that this wasn’t just some office prank. Jungkook looked down at the now moving bird. How much did bird cages cost again?

Word Count: 811

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Short, short. Short, short, short. Short. This was indeed short. They get longer. They get longer.
May I just say what a good movie Knives Out is?? Like it is sooo good. The plot, the characters, the humor, everything. Can you guess what I went to go see today?
Thank you all so much for reading and I'll see you tomorrow!