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He was so tired of hearing it. "Namjoon-ah, when are you going to start dating?" "Still haven't found the right person?" "Are you seeing anyone yet?"
It was by far the worst part about going home for the holidays, and it was just getting worse as the years went on. It wasn't Namjoon's fault that he was busy, that he hadn't found anyone worth going on a second date with, let alone starting a real relationship with. But he wasn't sure he could take the disappointed glances from his mother, the offhand comments by his cousins who were all already married with kids. This year had already been so goddamn exhausting, he just… he didn't think he could do it this year.
"You could always just take me, you know," his friend Hoseok offered, grabbing Namjoon teasingly by the waist and pulling him in close. "I'm a great actor." He proceeded to make ridiculously exaggerated kissy faces and sounds as Namjoon struggled to escape. "Nice try, Hobi, but my family has known you since we were four," he countered, carefully extricating himself from his friend's grasp. "Besides, your 'straight best friend' vibes are kinda painfully obvious, so…"
Hoseok pulled back, looking offended. "Ugh, how many times do I have to apologize to you for being straight?!"
Namjoon laughed. "Until you see the error of your ways."
"Seriously though, Joonie, just get a date. Doesn't have to be anyone special. I'm sure any handsome guy would jump at the opportunity to spend Christmas with you."
Namjoon turned the thought over in his head, but ultimately dropped it. It wasn't that simple. He sighed dramatically, facing his inevitable reality with utter distaste.
--
Over the next few days leading up to Christmas, Namjoon found himself becoming increasingly dejected. And he couldn't quite shake the thought that Hoseok had planted in his head. He didn't even need a boyfriend to take to Christmas. He literally just needed a date. Someone to distract his family from the reality of his perpetual loneliness until he could sneak back to his apartment to hide from the judgmental glances and remarks until the next family holiday called him out again.
He just couldn't get it out of his head. So when he was scrolling through Facebook the next day and saw an ad promoting "Holiday Dates for Hire," his first thought was that these targeted ads were getting out of hand. But he couldn't stop himself from clicking the link.
The site was streamlined and easy to navigate, and before Namjoon knew it he had put in all of his information and preferences, just to see the matches the site would pull up for him. He pressed submit, watching the icon spinning furiously to indicate that the results were loading. A few moments of anticipation, and then:
One match in your area. Click to view.
Namjoon sighed. Of course, he was gonna be left with the bottom of the barrel. He slacked for too long, and now his only option was gonna be some loser just trying to make a quick buck for Christmas. Dejected, he almost closed the page, but something made him pause, mouse arrow hovering over the small red "x." Finally, he scrolled down, clicking on the link attached to his single match.
The profile picture of his match was the first thing to pop up, and it smacked Namjoon full on in the face. Fuck . This was so much worse than an ugly loser. This man was drop-dead fucking gorgeous . His family would never believe that this person had gone for Namjoon- not with those shoulders , those bright eyes, those perfectly pouty lips …
Namjoon finally unfroze, tearing his eyes from the man's flawless face to scroll through the rest of his profile.
Kim Seokjin.
29. Drama student. 5'11". Sagittarius. Excellent cook. Your parents will love me more than they love you, guaranteed.
Bit of an arrogant prick, if Namjoon was being honest. Still… he sounded kind of like exactly what Namjoon was looking for.
Fuck, he couldn't believe he was doing this. He clicked the button at the bottom reading " Hire Me," scrolling quickly through the subsequent page which contained multiple different packages and LOTS of fine print. Namjoon didn't have time to read all of that, didn't honestly want to know what would be included. He knew the drill- "$10 extra to call you "honey", $15 to compliment your mom's Christmas sweater"...- stuff like that. Fuck, this was embarrassing. He scrolled straight to the bottom, to the most expensive package. What Namjoon was lacking in romantic relationships, he certainly made up for with money, basically a workaholic since he had nowhere else to focus his time. So he figured he could spend the extra cash to get a really convincing performance. Maybe that would get his family off his back about dating until Thanksgiving, at least.
Entering his credit card information, he closed his eyes with shame and nerves as he finally hit "submit." He couldn't believe he was doing this.
--
When his doorbell rang on Christmas Eve, Namjoon wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, heart beating fast in anticipation for what was sure to be a very awkward meeting. He opened the door, instantly faced with one of the most handsome men he had ever seen, holding a bouquet of roses and a pie-shaped dish covered in aluminum foil. And wow , his profile picture had definitely not done him justice.
"Honey, I'm home!" the man called out dramatically, stepping around Namjoon and into the entryway of his apartment.
"Um, hi," Namjoon greeted awkwardly, shutting the door and turning to face Seokjin. He reached out awkwardly to take the flowers, but Seokjin pulled them back against his body, looking offended.
"They're not for you . They're for your mother. Didn't you read the package description? It's included."
Namjoon dropped his hand. "Right… my bad." Namjoon schooled his features into a more pleasant expression before trying again.
"I'm Namjoon. Thanks for doing this."
"Seokjin," the man replied, flashing him a charming smile, "and don't thank me. This is what you're paying me for, you know?"
Namjoon didn't know what to say to that, just nodding back at him. He tried to change the subject.
"So, is there anything you need to know about me? You know, before we head over?"
Seokjin shrugged his shoulders casually. "I read your profile. You're a first year attorney at a mid-size firm, work is pretty much your life, your best friend's name is Hoseok, and- aha!" he paused, as a sweet calico cat climbed up onto the countertop beside him, eager for attention. "This must be Mochi." He scratched the kitty's ears, and Namjoon couldn't help but smile fondly.
"Ok wow, you've done your research."
"It's my job, sweetheart." Seokjin was patronizing, but something about the pet name sent a small zing of electricity through him. He told himself to cut it out.
"But I realize it's not yours, so how about leaving the work to the professional and letting me do the talking, hm?"
Namjoon nodded, thankful that Seokjin would be taking the reins on this endeavor. He was nervous, but Seokjin certainly didn't seem to be, which helped to ease some of Namjoon's concerns.
"Wonderful. Now, my car or yours? Can't be late and make a bad first impression, can we?"
--
When they arrived at Namjoon's parents' house, he stepped out of the driver's seat, quickly circling around to open the door for Seokjin in case anyone was watching them through the window. "A gentleman, I see," Seokjin responded, taking Namjoon's hand and stepping delicately out of the vehicle. When he was out he reached back into the car to pull out the roses and pie, shoving the latter into Namjoon's grip. "Don't drop this, darling, it's very important."
Switching the roses into his other hand, Seokjin reached down to firmly grab Namjoon by the hand and intertwine their fingers. Namjoon made a small squeak of surprise, and Seokjin tsked at him.
"None of that, now. Just act natural, Namjoon-ah."
Namjoon was trying , but honestly no one this pretty had ever held his hand and it was affecting him. Snap out of it, Namjoon , he told himself, giving himself a mental shake and steeling himself for what was ahead of them. With a deep breath, he released Seokjin's hand momentarily to give a quick rap on the door. Here goes nothing .
--
Damn, he was good at this. The roses were an instant hit, and his grandmother had rushed to take the pie, fawning over the decorative crust.
"Goodness, is this homemade?"
"I like to bake," Seokjin had shrugged shyly, face turning a charming shade of pink. "Namjoon helped. Well, actually he almost topped the whole thing with salt instead of sugar, but i caught him in time." Seokjin pulled Namjoon in close by the waist, giving him an affectionate wink as everyone laughed. Namjoon was baffled by Seokjin's acting skills, but he tried his best to play along. Luckily, everyone was too focused on Seokjin to pay him much attention.
They asked about his education, his family, his interests, all of which Seokjin somehow managed to answer convincingly while also working Namjoon into the mix.
"Yes, I'm pursuing my Master of Fine Arts degree. Namjoon likes to tell me I could land roles based on talent alone, but still, I'd like to have the credentials…" and "I've been telling Namjoon for months that they're working him too hard at that office, but what can I say? He's just so driven…" and "yes, I've already told him that if he's going to leave Mochi alone for that many hours a day, the least he could do is get him a friend. I'm trying to sell him on a rabbit, but you know Joon. So stubborn…"
Namjoon barely had to say anything, just sat back and watched Seokjin talk. And the more he watched, the more fascinated he became with the man, the ease with which he talked to total strangers and won them over one by one. Despite knowing that Seokjin was acting, was doing exactly what he was paid for and nothing more… he couldn't help but find himself won over by the man's charm himself.
And if the personality alone didn't do it, the physical displays of affection certainly did. The casual touches- a hand on Namjoon's knee, long fingers brushing through his hair, an arm slung around his waist- were almost enough to make even Namjoon forget that Seokjin wasn't actually his boyfriend after all. It was easy, like breathing, and soon enough Namjoon found himself joining in on the banter, teasing Seokjin back and returning his playful touches like they did this every day.
They talked and talked, hours passing like minutes until finally Namjoon's mother exclaimed at how late it had gotten. Namjoon hadn't noticed.
"Oh, but it's far too late for you guys to be driving home tonight! And besides, you've had wine. Why don't you two stay in Namjoon's old bedroom tonight, then you can drive safely home tomorrow when you're both well-rested?"
"Mom, I don't think…"
"That sounds like a lovely idea. Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Kim."
Namjoon looked at Seokjin, baffled. What was he doing? They couldn't stay …
But it was already done, Namjoon's mother bustling around to find them extra blankets and towels and everything they would need for the night and the next morning. Which is how Namjoon found himself in his old bedroom in the basement of his parent's house, facing Seokjin and wondering where the hell to go from here.
"Seokjin-ssi…-"
"Come on, Namjoon-ah, we've been fake dating for 8 hours now, the least you can do is call me hyung."
"Okay… Seokjin- hyung … I'm really sorry about this, I didn't know they'd ask us to stay. If you need to go-"
"Nonsense, Namjoon, an overnight stay is included in the package you bought. Honestly, aren't you an attorney? You'd think you'd be better at reading your contracts."
Namjoon paused, trying to recover from that new information. "R-right, sorry, um I guess we can just…" Namjoon sat down on his bed, so much smaller than his luxurious king- sized bed in his apartment and still adorned with plushies and the light- blue sheets he had grown up sleeping in. Seokjin sat down beside him, at a proximity that had Namjoon's heart stuttering. Namjoon scrambled to think of something to say to break the tension that had suddenly filled the small basement.
"You were really great today," he blurted out, and Seokjin looked just slightly caught off guard by the rapid subject change before pulling himself together.
"Yeah, thanks. Honestly, it was really easy. Your family's really cool. And besides," Seokjin leaned in even closer, and Namjoon leaned away, genuinely afraid he might do something stupid if he didn't maintain a safe amount of distance from the beautiful boy now only inches from him as he continued, "it helps that you're definitely not the least attractive fake boyfriend I've ever had."
Seokjin raised one hand to adjust Namjoon's collar, eventually flattening down the expanse of his chest and coming to rest on his thigh. There was hardly any space between them now. The blush spread over Namjoon's neck and cheeks like wildfire, and he felt positively frozen.
"So, how do you wanna do this?" Seokjin breathed against the shell of his ear, reaching for the buttons of his shirt and deftly pulling them apart.
"I- what do you mean?" Namjoon asked, vaguely embarrassed and completely overwhelmed by the too-handsome man suddenly invading his space.
Seokjin just chuckled. "Cute," he mumbled, finishing opening Namjoon's shirt and moving his long fingers to the button of Namjoon's jeans.
"W-what are you doing?" Namjoon asked breathlessly.
Seokjin paused with his fingers at Namjoon's belt, looking quizzically into Namjoon's eyes. "Umm… fucking you?"
Namjoon choked. He couldn't look away from Seokjin's fucking /lips/, devastatingly close to his own, and his brain was short-circuiting, zero idea how this had just escalated so quickly. Finally, he managed to stammer out a response. "But- w-why..??"
After looking into his eyes for a moment and realizing that Namjoon was not, in fact, joking, Seokjin rolled his eyes, pushing away from Namjoon until he had reclaimed a respectable distance from him once more, Namjoon still looking at him in shock and awe.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Namjoon, did you read anything about what this package included when you bought it? You know- the 'ho, ho, ho(e)' package?" Seokjin sounded exasperated. "It's literally part of the deal. You paid for this."
Namjoon's brain short-circuited. "I wHAT?!"
" Namjoon. "
"I didn't know . I didn't read the fine print! I thought it was just… basic stuff, charming my mom, making sports jokes to my uncles… you know, stuff like that !"
" Namjoon , you bought the most expensive package-"
"I wanted it to be convincing !"
Namjoon was mortified, face burning crimson as he grabbed a koala pillow pet from the head of his bed and hid behind it.
"Aish. You're killing me, kid."
"I'm sorry ," Namjoon said, voice muffled by the pillow.
Seokjin just sighed, pulling the pillow off of Namjoon's face and surveying his expression. Namjoon squirmed beneath his gaze, embarrassment lingering on his expression.
"So…. Does that mean you're not down, or…?"
Namjoon choked again, eyes wide as he tried to regain enough composure to figure out how the hell to answer that.
"Sorry, sorry…" Seokjin rushed to correct himself, patting Namjoon on the back to help clear his airway. "It's just… I mean, you're hot and I've been kinda looking forward to fucking you since the moment I laid eyes on you earlier today, so…"
Namjoon's mind went blank. "I'm… hot…?"
Seokjin laughed, leaning forward to ruffle Namjoon's hair a bit. "Yes, Namjoon, you're hot. Wow, don't hear that often enough, do you?" He laughed once again, pinching at the cheeks that had once again flushed bright red.
"S-sorry," Namjoon gasped, trying to get his brain to function again. "Just… you're like, the hottest guy I've ever met, so coming from you that's just…" Namjoon faltered. Seokjin's eyes flashed with excitement, leaning in close to whisper in Namjoon's ear.
"So does that mean you'll still let me fuck you, or...?"
Namjoon shivered, goosebumps raising on the skin of his neck where Seokjin's hot breath lingered. "Fuck…. Fuck, yeah, let's-..."
Namjoon's words cut off with a moan as Seokjin's lips made contact with the sensitive skin of his neck, parting slightly until Namjoon felt the hot, slick pressure of his tongue against his skin. Fuck, he was so hot . Namjoon hadn't fucking prepared for this, already feeling his cock beginning to get hard in his jeans.
"Well, you're a responsive little thing aren't you?" Seokjin teased, pushing Namjoon back until he was laying with his back against the mattress, Seokjin lingering over him. Namjoon flushed in embarrassment because, well.. yeah, it had been a while , and he was already worked up just thinking about having sex with the too-gorgeous man above him. He bit his lip, stifling the whimper that threatened to escape him as Seokjin kissed down his exposed chest.
"None of that, baby," Seokjin murmured against his skin, "no one will hear you all the way down here. And I like it loud."
With that, Seokjin took Namjoon's nipple between his lips, twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and causing Namjoon to let out a low, longing moan. Seokjin smiled against his skin, releasing his nipple with a small "pop."
"Much better."
"Hyung," Namjoon breathed out, sitting up slightly and reaching for the buttons of Seokjin's shirt, desperate to have him bare and exposed before him. Seokjin just pushed him back down, sitting up and quickly unfastening all the buttons while Namjoon watched, noting the grace and beauty in everything Seokjin did. Before he knew it, Seokjin's shirt was falling away from his shoulders, exposing the long, pale expanse of his chest and abs, flat and toned and perfect .
"God, you're so…" Namjoon began, but Seokjin leaned down and cut him off with a kiss. It was deep and sincere, and felt nothing like a first kiss. It felt like they had done this countless times before, like their lips had been missing each other until this moment. Namjoon never wanted it to end. He grabbed Seokjin by the waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other, skin against skin. It was Seokjin's turn to moan, as Namjoon took control of the kiss, flipping them so that Seokjin was beneath him and licking into the older's mouth. He suddenly pulled back though, a look of immense disappointment on his face.
"Fuck… condoms, lube, I don't…." he looked around the room frantically for a moment, as if the items would magically appear on a shelf somewhere, but Seokjin just rolled his eyes as he reached into his jeans pocket. "I have them. They're-"
"Let me guess," Namjoon interrupted, "they're included in the package?"
Seokjin laughed, resuming their kiss with a teasing bite to Namjoon's lower lip. Namjoon's cock twitched, and he retaliated by biting Seokjin back even harder, pulling a long whine from his throat. Seokjin gripped Namjoon's waist, fire in his eyes as he flipped them back over roughly, Namjoon now pinned beneath him. He looked up at Seokjin with dazzled eyes, awe and arousal clear in his expression. Seokjin kissed him deep before pulling back and roughly yanking Namjoon's jeans off his body, the younger releasing a small yelp of surprise. Seokjin surveyed Namjoon's naked form, raking his eyes over his toned chest and arms, down his flat stomach to his cock, half hard and leaking against his thigh. He stared for an uncomfortably long time, Namjoon blushing and squirming beneath his gaze. Finally, Seokjin reached down to touch, fingernails grazing across the flat expanse of his torso.
"God, look at you," he purred, "all pretty and spread out for me."
Namjoon whined, hips bucking up slightly of their own accord, and Seokjin let out a small laugh. "And so eager too, aren't we?" His long fingers wrapped around Namjoon's cock, and Namjoon jerked at the contact, reaching out to grab Seokjin's wrist. It felt so good- too good, so long since anyone besides himself had touched him like that.
"Is this ok?" Seokjin whispered, giving his cock a tentative tug, and Namjoon gasped.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, 's good hyung. Just… don't wanna come too fast.." Namjoon blushed, but Seokjin just smiled, endeared. He caged Namjoon in, body hovering over Namjoon's as he continued to stroke and twist at his cock. "Yeah, baby? Don't wanna come until hyung's cock is buried deep inside of you, hm?"
Namjoon groaned, back arching off the bed, but Seokjin just laughed, releasing his cock and using his free hand to uncap the bottle of lube. He drizzled some over his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it some. "Spread your legs for me baby, that's it."
Namjoon obeyed, eager for Seokjin to touch him again, legs falling open as he exposed himself to this near-stranger. Somehow, he didn't feel self-conscious with Seokjin at all, totally willing to bear the most intimate parts of himself to the gorgeous man above him.
"Ah, hyung!" Namjoon cried out, the sensation so much and yet not nearly enough. Seokjin opened him up slowly, teasingly, as Namjoon was slowly reduced to a squirming, whimpering puddle beneath him.
"So good baby, so tight for me." Seokjin pressed a second finger in along with the first. "Gonna feel so good when I finally fuck you…"
"Hhhhhh…" Namjoon was finding words difficult, Seokjin's fingers just missing his prostate on every thrust and driving him crazy. "Hyung, please…"
Seokjin took the opportunity to push a third finger into him, relishing the broken whimper that escaped Namjoon's lips. He grabbed Namjoon's leg, pressing it up against his chest so he had better access to his hole. The new position caused the angle to change, so that Seokjin was suddenly pressing down right on Namjoon's prostate.
"O-oh, f-fuck, hyung, right there…" Namjoon's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and Seokjin pressed wet kisses to his thighs as he continued to open him up. It was all becoming too much, and Namjoon found himself grabbing Seokjin's wrist once more, stilling his motions.
"Hyung, 'm ready. Please fuck me already."
Seokjin laughed a little mockingly, removing his fingers from Namjoon and reaching for the lube once more. "A little desperate for it, aren't you Joonie?" He drizzled more lube onto his own cock, pumping it once or twice until he was fully hard. Namjoon made a small noise of protest before he was shut up by the blunt pressure of Seokjin's leaking tip pressed to his hole.
"No? Baby doesn't need it?" Seokjin increased the pressure, sliding just the tip of his cock into Namjoon's slick hole before removing himself entirely, leaving Namjoon's hole clenching around nothing and practically begging for more.
"N-no! Hyung, please, I n-need it, want you to fuck me…"
"Mmmmm," Seokjin hummed, smug as he lined himself up with Namjoon's hole once more. "Pretty when you beg, sweetheart."
With that he pushed inside, deep enough that Namjoon felt the air leave his lungs. He gasped as Seokjin bottomed out, walls clenching around his large cock as his body worked to adjust to the intrusion. Seokjin calmed him with kisses pressed gently to his collarbone, whispers that he was doing so good for him.
"God, you're tight," Seokjin groaned, face buried in Namjoon's neck as he slowly pulled out to the tip, pausing before sinking back in with a moan of ecstasy.
"Hyung…" Namjoon moaned when he had finally caught his breath, "s-so big…" Namjoon's nails scrambled at Seokjin's back, seeking purchase as Seokjin rocked into him once more, the sensation overwhelming. Namjoon's breaths were shaky, forced out of him in short bursts as Seokjin started fucking into him faster and faster.
"Fuck, Namjoon. You feel… fucking perfect baby, just made for me to fuck…"
Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's thighs, pushing them back so that Namjoon was folded nearly in half. Like this, he had no control of the situation, forced to take what Seokjin gave him, but it was incredible . Every thrust hit Namjoon's prostate dead-on, causing the younger's vision to white out every few seconds. Seokjin was relentless now, his pace quick and hard as he chased his orgasm. He grabbed Namjoon's hair, tilting his head back forcefully to expose his neck. He latched onto his pulse point, sucking a mark into his skin that Namjoon would surely have to explain away to his family tomorrow, but he didn't care. He was close, so close it hurt, Seokjin being rough while continuing to murmur sweet praises in his ear.
"So pretty, baby, look at you take it. Fuck, could fuck you like this every day. Would you like that, Joonie? Want hyung to fuck you just like this until it's all just too much, hm? Make you come over and over again until you can't take it anymore?"
Namjoon was practically sobbing, the endless stimulation to his prostate verging on too much as it was, electric shocks of ecstasy pulsing through his body every few seconds. He couldn't respond to Seokjin, words evading him, so he just nodded as the tears began to spill down his cheeks.
"God…," Seokjin muttered, thumbing along Namjoon's lip and eventually pushing the digit into his mouth. Namjoon took it willingly, twirling his tongue around it and causing Seokjin to release an animalistic growl. Without warning, Seokjin pulled out, lifting Namjoon and maneuvering him roughly until he was on his hands and knees, chest pressed to the bed and ass presented high in the air. Namjoon squealed at the rough treatment, but went easily as Seokjin positioned him to be fucked.
When he slid back in, Namjoon cried out in pleasure. This position was so good , pleasure zinging up his spine with every thrust. His tears were staining his blue sheets as Seokjin rocked into him again and again and again.
"Fuck… you should see yourself, baby, never wanna stop fucking this pretty ass."
Namjoon was dumb with pleasure, drooling onto the mattress as Seokjin assaulted his prostate. He could feel himself hurtling toward release, just as Seokjin opened his mouth to speak again.
"Joonie…," he moaned, hips snapping rapidly against Namjoon's, "g-gonna come.."
Namjoon reached between his legs, grabbing at his abandoned cock and jerking it along with Seokjin's thrusts, the pleasure all too much. After only a moment, his hand was batted away, replaced with Seokjin's as the older jerked him frantically, rapidly, coaxing his release from him. "Come for me, baby," he moaned into Namjoon's ear, and like an order he was powerless to disobey, Namjoon was suddenly spilling over Seokjin's hand and onto his bedsheets, hole clenching around Seokjin like a vice. He knew Seokjin was coming too, thrusts uneven and sloppy as Seokjin's moans permeated the air around him, swallowing him up. They rode out their orgasms together, finally collapsing in a heap of limbs, chests rising and falling rapidly as their bodies struggled to pull oxygen in.
Seokjin's arms encased Namjoon, pulling him close as the younger pressed his face into his chest, hot breaths warming his skin. Seokjin pressed kisses to his hair, and Namjoon rewarded him with kisses to his collarbone and neck. They didn't speak for several minutes, just letting the euphoria of release wash over them in silence.
Finally, Seokjin broke the silence. "So… are you gonna leave me a good review?"
Namjoon scoffed, smacking him upside the head before they both burst out into a fit of giggles. "I told you, I didn't knowww ."
"Mhm, sure you didn't." Seokjin winked, and they both laughed again. "Regardless, I had fun."
"Yeah, " Namjoon nodded in agreement. "Definitely not what I expected, but… I'm not complaining." Namjoon rolled over to press a kiss to Seokjin's pouty lips. They both hummed into the kiss, smiling against each other's lips like giddy teenagers. Finally they got out of bed, got cleaned up and changed into comfy borrowed sweats. They had no choice but to sleep pressed up against each other in the small bed, but they didn't mind. The warmth was comforting.
Seokjin wrapped his arms around Namjoon's middle, breathing peacefully, and Namjoon thought he had fallen asleep, until suddenly he spoke up once again.
"So Namjoon-ah… do you happen to need a date for New Year's?"