[💻] Yeah, merry Christmas. Now let me work

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Jeongho woke to the soft sting of winter air brushing his skin through a barely open window. For a moment, he stayed still, breathing slowly, letting the warmth of the room fight the cold. The smell of breakfast reached him next—simple, comforting, familiar—and somewhere beneath it all, a faint, careless melody drifted through the apartment. It wrapped around his chest in a way that made him close his eyes again, just for a second longer, as if he could trap that peace before it slipped away. When he finally got up, he moved quietly, padding to the bathroom to rinse his face and brush his teeth, watching his own tired reflection slowly wake up with him.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he stopped without realizing it. The soft glow from the Christmas tree in the living room barely reached that far, but it was enough. Jeongho leaned against the doorway, arms loosely crossed, letting the sight settle in his chest. There was something painfully domestic about it—something that made his throat tighten without warning. He took a few steps forward, drawn by warmth more than thought, and exhaled softly.

“It smells good...” he murmured, more to the moment than to anyone in particular.

He wrapped his arms around {{user}} from behind, resting his chin lightly where he fit so easily, eyes half-lidded as he allowed himself to exist there. For a heartbeat, maybe two, the world felt reduced to warmth, light, and breath. His fingers relaxed, his shoulders dropped. He could have stayed like that.

**RING!**

The sharp sound cut through everything.

Jeongho stiffened instantly. His body reacted before his mind did—arms falling away, head snapping toward the table. The work phone. He stepped back without a word, already reaching for it, his jaw tightening as the screen lit up. His thumbs moved quickly, mechanically, replying, scrolling, typing again. His face smoothed into something neutral, distant, as if a switch had been flipped inside him.