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Author's Note: One hundredth fic! And what better way to rejoice that than by going back to where it began, if only for a bit (so... yeah)?

Because you see, while I was writing those Me Series stories, I had been writing oodles of oneshots from that world, and with those people. In the end... it ended up something akin to over four hundred pages of it – I think that was nearly more than the series itself? I can't remember. I think it's a nice way to celebrate and to say cheers, don't you?

So. A few oneshots for those who are still around, for those who pushed me. Enjoy :)

FRAGMENTS OF ME

Mistletoe
Note: Written with the intention of being a side-event during Take Me Back.

Hwoarang's nose was to the glass. It was snowing, and, he absolutely adored snow. Razer was beside him, just watching them fall, and was already all rugged up to go and play outside. To think she'd been here for two years already, and finally made a friend. With a light smirk, she shoved him, watching as he feigned an annoyed expression, "You look like a hyperactive little kid getting a toy. Settle down."

"But it's snowing," he remarked, the feigned expression being replaced by an excited smile, "I love the snow, man. So much. So many good memories. Gonna make so many fuckin' snowballs…" He looked around for the phone, "Hey, I should call Shin and Changmin and get them over here. Then we can all team up against Changmin and throw a bazillion snowballs at his face –"

"Do you ever think that perhaps you pick on him a bit too much?" she queried.

"We've told him that if it's too much, then to speak up. So far that hasn't happened, so I assume it's alright," he shrugged a little before grabbing her hand and pulling her out the backyard, sinking into the ground, "Let's go play! We don't need them anyhow. And I promise I won't throw snowballs at your boobs, considering they're, as you said, 'swollen'."

"I still can't believe I bothered telling you."

"Wellllll," he chimed, looking back at her just as she stepped off of the back veranda and into the snow, "I was concerned. And it's not like I've belted it out to the whole neighbourhood anyway. Best friends keep each other's secrets, and that, as far as I'm concerned, because it's pretty private, is a secret. Must suck to be a girl and cop that time of the month near Christmas time."

"You talk too much."

"You don't talk enough," he didn't notice her roll her eyes and let go of his hand as he continued up ahead, because he was still speaking, "Seriously, you're like this kid that just sits in the corner and does his work at school. I can't quite remember what his name is but he's exactly like you. Rarely speaks unless spoken to, usually is kinda formal in his speech –"

He let out a strangled noise when something hit him in the back of the head. He stuck a hand to the back of his head, realising that it was freezing, and then deduced that he'd already had a snowball thrown at him. When he saw Razer standing there, giggling, he knew that his suspicions were correct. She spoke, "And does this person you speak of throw snowballs too?"

Soon enough, a war started. Their accuracy was dead even, but Hwoarang's throws were harder. True to his word, however, he didn't aim for her chest. The fight had taken them to the cherry tree, and snowballs were abandoned in favour of tickling hands and laughter and rolling around in the snow until she'd pinned him down in victory, her hands holding down his wrists, her body anchoring his.

"I win."

"Yeah yeah. I let you win. There's a difference."

"Oh you're just too proud to admit defeat."

She continued to talk, and he listened because he loved the sound of her voice, but his eyes had quickly shifted from her face to that little item hanging off of a branch in the cherry tree. He squinted before raising an eyebrow, knowing that the handiwork had been done by none other than Baek. He wondered for a few moments why he put it there, but then he realised it was because they would both end up underneath the tree again at some point, such as now.

"Hey," Razer growled, nudging him with one of her legs, successfully recapturing his attention, "Are you listening to me?"

He answered her by somehow managing to worm one arm out of her grip and grab the back of her head, pulling her down for a kiss. She was frozen all over for a good few moments – it was an unusual act for him to do this, and it always still surprised her – before letting go of him and placing her hands on either side of his face. Still preoccupied with his mouth, he grabbed one of her hands and placed it over his heart, before pulling away, "Are you?"

They both said nothing.