Christmas Traditions - A Choi Young Do x Yoo Rachel Fanfic
Even, perhaps especially, after living in a cold, unhappy home for many years, Young Do took pride in his Christmas traditions.
Year in, year out, he would drag out a box of decorations from some storage cupboard and decorate the tree he'd gone out and chosen himself. More often than not, the result was Rachel wrapped up in tinsel rather than the tree, but Young Do enjoyed that one tradition possibly more than the actual decoration.
There was the watching of Christmas movies while cuddling on the sofa, ignoring whatever pressing work they both had in favour of time together.
There was the cheap but heartfelt presents he bought his mother each year, which he knew she would love more than any expensive gift.
There were the matching candy cane onesies that Rachel had forbidden him to tell anyone about the moment he showed them to her. Days after he bought them, she had already been so attached that she didn't want to leave the house because it meant she'd have to change out of the onesie.
However...
Perhaps most importantly was the tradition of the mistletoe.
Every year since they started living together, Young Do had hung mistletoe in the doorway of every room in the house. Any time Rachel would walk out of a room, Young Do would follow her, demanding a kiss. They were under mistletoe after all.
After the third doorway on the first year, Rachel had realised what he was doing but, years later, still pretended that she'd never caught on. While she pretended that she was annoyed by it, for her it was just another one of Young Do's wonderful Christmas traditions.
Because it was Christmas and he needed so many, Young Do had long ago purchased over a dozen plastic sprigs of mistletoe. Over the years a few had disappeared or broken, but there were always enough to cover all the doorways.
But when Young Do went to hang the mistletoe, there wasn't enough.
There was going to be one doorway without any mistletoe that year.
It is with great surprise that, later that evening, he finds a sprig of mistletoe above the bathroom door, in the one spot he had decided could be left without.
He turns and finds his wife standing close by.
Rachel smirks before demanding, "Kiss."
Young Do grins and kisses her.
"I really do love your Christmas traditions," she says later as they cuddle in their onesies watching a movie.
"I really do love you," he replies. Quickly pausing the movie, he drags her off the sofa and into the closest doorway, "But I do have to agree with you. My Christmas traditions are the best."