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The first thing Mingyu noticed as he got off the train was the smell. Seoul didn't always smell pleasant with all of the car fumes and whatnot, but his small hometown definitely didn't smell any better. There was a farm just kilometers from the train station and the strong smell of manure could be smelt throughout. Despite growing up with the scent, Mingyu found himself holding back a gag as he searched for familiar faces in the crowd. It didn't take him long to find Seungcheol and Wonwoo, his two best friends from high school. The three of them used to hang out together every day. When Mingyu moved away after graduation, he felt guilty for not keeping in touch with his friends, but life only continued to get busier for him in Seoul and before he knew it, two years had passed without a connection to his former life. He was surprised they answered his call after four years of the same thing. When they heard of his return, they agreed to pick him up from the train station, knowing it was too far of a trip for his mother to drive. Even now, they greeted him warmly like he had been gone four hours, not four years.

"Gyu!" Seungcheol exclaimed as he wrapped the taller in a bear hug.

Mingyu felt himself melting into the hug. He always felt safe around Seungcheol. He felt like he was sixteen again, being embraced after scoring the winning goal in their soccer game. Hugging Wonwoo was similar but different. Wonwoo wasn't the most tactile person and so when it came to hugs, Mingyu had learned to cherish them as they didn't come along often. Despite Mingyu's protests, Seungcheol grabbed his bag from him and led him to his car. It was old and run down, vastly different from the company vans and cars he had become accustomed to, but he found he didn't mind as he slid into the back seat. It smelt of pine trees and the musky cologne Seungcheol had used since high school. It was comforting, familiar, and smelt ten times better than outside. Figuring Mingyu wanted to rest after a long journey, Seungcheol forwent small talk and turned on the radio. However, a familiar song began to play and Mingyu immeadily sat up, eyeing the radio with disdain. Wonwoo was quick to act and switched it off, eyeing Mingyu through the review mirror.

"Sorry."

Mingyu shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant, but it wasn't working and he felt his fingers shake. Thankfully, neither of his friends saw and he forced himself to lean back once more, letting the town he once called home pass him by. Despite being away for four years, not much had changed except for the few buildings that were now abandoned. As they passed the city square, Seungcheol pointed out a building, a bakery.

"When you get settled, you'll have to try that bakery. They make the best cinnamon rolls and lattes."

Mingyu let out a hum. There was no harm in giving it a try. After all, it wasn't like he was on a strict diet anymore. No one was watching his every move. He could have five cinnamon rolls if he truly wanted. The mere thought made him smirk in satisfaction, not even noticing when they pulled into his family's driveway. When he realized where they were, he took in the house. It looked exactly as when he left. He wondered if his room still looked the same too. Wonwoo shifted in his seat to look back at Mingyu.

"Want us to come with you?"

Mingyu shook his head with a slight smile. "No, thanks. My mom will probably be too busy fussing over me. I'll call you guys later and we can meet up some other time." He offered.

"Sounds great," Seungcheol replied. "See you later, Gyu, and welcome back."

Mingyu exited the car and turned back to wave at his friends. He swore he caught a glimpse of Seungcheol's free hand resting against Wonwoo's thigh, but he could have been imagining things.

As predicted, his mother wasted no time in fussing over him. She had visited him in Seoul a couple of times over the years, but she was acting as if he had been away at war for the last decade. She examined his face, his arms, his clothes, and his skin, letting out a disqualified tsk sound.

"The city didn't agree with you. Look at you! You're practically skin and bones."

"Honey, let him breathe." His father lightly scolded as he joined them in the doorway.

Mingyu took a moment to look at his parents. He had seen them off and on through video calls and trips they made to Seoul on holidays and breaks, but during those times, he never truly realized just how old they were getting. His mother's hair was graying and she had more wrinkles around her kind eyes. His father's hair was thinning and he was becoming bald in places. It was difficult to witness just how much of life had passed him by in the last four years. It made him feel guilty and sad all at the same time.

His father must have noticed his turmoil as he clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a smile only a father could give.

"We're happy to have you home." He said sincerely. "No matter the circumstances."

His mother slapped her husband's arm. "We promised not to talk about that!" She said in a rather loud stage whisper.

Mingyu let out an uneasy chuckle. He didn't want to discuss the events that led him away from Seoul and drove him back home, but he didn't want to shut his family out either. After all, they were more than supportive.

"It's okay, Mom." He said softly. "It's not a big deal."

His mother's mouth twisted up in a way that told him she wanted to argue, but she held back and instead, led him to the kitchen. She sat him down at the table next to his father as she flittered around the kitchen to make him some hot chocolate. Suddenly, Mingyu felt like he was ten again, sitting at the table as he watched his mother and prattled on about school and his friends and what kinds of things he was going build out of the snow. It wasn't until now that Mingyu realized how he longed for that time back, but knew it would never return.

Wanting a distraction, he took his phone from his pocket and checked it. Nothing. Not one notification. He considered texting or even calling someone, but what would he even say? His career was over anyway and they were all going to move on without him. That's how life worked. People move on even if someone else's world stops.

"Mingyu, is everything okay?" His mother asked as she set a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of him. It was in his favorite cup from childhood, a snowman ceramic mug with an adorable face. She had even put the tiny marshmallows in it that Mingyu liked, knowing he wasn't fond of the large ones. The gesture nearly made him tear up.

Mingyu cleared his throat as he willed the tears away. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He took a careful sip of the hot drink and nearly sighed when it slid down his throat and warmed him throughout. It was vastly different from all the espressos and iced americanos he had been living off of. This tasted of home.

"So, have you thought about what you're going to do while you're here?" His father asked.

Mingyu paused. He hadn't thought of that. For the last month, his only thought had been survival and self-preservation. He assumed he would deal with the rest later, not knowing how quickly later would come.

"I haven't." He admitted.

His mother lit up with an idea. "Your sister just opened a bakery downtown. She could use some help there."

Minseo. His little sister. He had been wondering where she was but was completely taken aback by hearing that his sister owned a business. When he left home, his sister was a talkative, bratty teenager. It was hard to believe she was an adult now.

Mingyu took another sip before answering. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

His mother placed a gentle hand atop his. "Take your time. You can heal a bit first, enjoy the holidays. We're just happy to have you home."

For the first time in days, Mingyu genuinely smiled.

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"Soonyoung, what's taking so long? We have three backed up orders." Seokmin asked as he marched back into the kitchen.

Soonyoung, who was covered in flour from head to toe, turned and gave his friend and boss a sheepish smile.

"I can explain?" He tried.

Seungkwan, who was across from Soonyoung and was also covered in flour, scoffed.

"Don't even try." He snapped. He turned to Seokmin. "This idiot tried to throw the flour over to me not realizing the bag was open." He explained with a glare to Soonyoung for good measure.

"It's your fault for not catching it right! You claim to be good sports, but it's a lie."

"Says you!"

Seokmin sighed. He shouldn't have been surprised. It was always something with those two and normally he would join in on their antics, but they were truly backed up and were running out of time.

"Guys, the orders?" Seokmin interrupted.

Seungkwan stopped first and grabbed the two mini pies on the counter. "Sorry, forgot to bring them to you." He apologized. "Soonyoung has the cinnamon roll."

Seokmin took the pies as he looked at Soonyoung. "Get it together. It's officially our busiest season."

Soonyoung gave him a salute, further smearing flour onto his face. "Yes, Sir!"

Seokmin rolled his eyes as he returned to the counter. By the time he got the back orders caught up and took two more, he was completely exhausted and it wasn't even noon yet. When the bakery was empty for the first time in hours, he rested his head on the counter and let out a frustrated groan. He loved the bakery. It had become his entire life over the years, but it didn't take away the exhaustion he always felt. He was grateful for Seungkwan and Soonyoung and all their help, even if they did tend to make more messes for him to clean up, but it still wasn't enough. The Christmas season almost always killed him. His bakery was known for all its gingerbread products as well as the Christmas cookies that Seokmin always decorated by hand every year. It was his pride and joy, but was it ever tiring.

The bell to the store's door jingled and he lifted his head up, ready to greet another customer with a bright smile, but stopped when he saw it was Jung Hyejin. She was a middle-aged woman who owned the large bakery just outside of town. It was popular amongst people of all ages and was the only competition Seokmin's bakery had. She often came by during the Christmas season to spy on him and boast about her new treats and drinks. Today was no different.

"Oh, Seokmin! You look sleepy. Is business that slow?" She asked with mock concern.

Seokmin forced a grin on his face. He wasn't going to let this woman run over him or win. He could deal with her.

"Quite the opposite. Just finished thirty back-to-back orders." He replied. "Just taking a break before it starts up again."

She nodded. "Hmm, must be nice to have breaks. I barely got away from my shop if it hadn't been for my darling daughter covering for me."

Seokmin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "So, Mrs. Jung, what brings you by my humble store?" He asked, wanting more than anything for this meeting to be over.

Mrs. Jung didn't answer straight away. Instead, she glanced at the display case of pastries and cookies Seungkwan had just placed there. Her eyes meticulously scanned each one before she finally looked back at Seokmin.

"Your cookies, they're darling. Almost reminiscent of something a child would make."

Seokmin could only sigh, the strained grin beginning to hurt his face. "Is there anything I can get you or are you just here to chat?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll have a gingerbread latte and a cookie to go along with it."

"Coming right up."

He made himself busy getting the order together, but he could feel the older woman's sharp gaze burning holes into his back. It was clear she was trying to watch him make the latte, but he wouldn't let her. The latte was the one thing he beat her on. It was his own recipe, made from years and sleepless nights of trial and error. It was the one menu item that was heavily ordered and requested year-round. Seokmin had made so many gingerbread lattes over the years that he could do it in his sleep and he knew it frustrated Mrs. Jung that she couldn't do the same. He handed her the order and she paid for it before taking a long sip of the latte.

"Vanilla extract?" She guessed. It was the same every year. She always tried to guess the secret ingredient and never came close.

"Vanilla extract is in it, but it's not the secret ingredient." He responded.

She frowned, but quickly gave up, knowing it was the one game she couldn't win. Instead, she changed the topic.

"Are you competing in the gingerbread competition this year?" She asked.

"I do every year."

Just a week before Christmas, the town held a gingerbread competition. Gingerbread houses, cookies, and drinks could be entered in. Winning it was considered a high honor for any baker and cafe owner. Currently, he and Mrs. Jung were tied. They had each won three different years. It was clear she was determined to break that tie and take the lead this year, but Seokmin was too prideful to let her do so.

"I hope you have something other than these cookies." She said after taking a bite from the one she ordered. "They're not winning material."

His friendly strained grin only faltered slightly. "Don't worry, I have plenty to enter into the competition."

"It better be something grand. Did you hear Im Sangjun is retiring from the association this year?"

Im Sangjun was a sixty-year-old man who was the president of the Gingerbread Association and hosted the competition every year. To hear that he was retiring saddened Seokmin. He grew up admiring the man as he had won the competition for thirty consecutive years before closing his bakery. He was his inspiration.

"No, I didn't hear that. That's sad."

For once, Mrs. Jung nodded not seeming sarcastic or condescending. "It is. It also means they're looking for a new president. They say the winner this year has the chance."

She then smiled, her evil nature returning. "Don't worry, when I'm president, I'll give your bakery some promotion." She promised.

With a wave, she left the bakery. Once five minutes had safely passed, Seokmin's grin vanished, and he let out a frustrated yell. Upon hearing him, both Seungkwan and Soonyoung appeared from the back.

"Everything good?" Seungkwan asked.

Seokmin sighed. "Guess who just came in for her annual spying adventure."

Seungkwan's face contorted into a scowl. He didn't care for the woman much either. "Ugh, Jung Hyejin was here? If I would have been out here I would have given her a piece of my mind."

"I thought about it," Seokmin replied. "Especially when she dissed the cookies."

Soonyoung gasped. "We just upgraded those!"

"I know and she knows it too, which is why she said it to provoke me."

"Well, we'll just have to beat her in the competition this year," Seungkwan concluded.

"It's not going to be easy," Soonyoung said next. "A new bakery just opened across the street. From what I could see, they're already getting pretty good business."

Seokmin groaned. "Great, just what I need and we have to win this year too. The presidency is open."

Seungkwan frowned. "Im Sangjun is retiring?"

Seokmin nodded. "Unfortunately and we cannot let Jung Hyejin take his spot. She would make every Christmas hell."

"Agreed!" Soonyoung and Seungkwan exclaimed simultaneously.

They were about to gossip some more when the bell jingled once more. All three turned their heads and smiled when they saw Choi Seungcheol enter. Seungcheol was a regular at their bakery whether it was for his breakfast on his way to work or a Saturday morning date with his boyfriend. They had gone to school with him and he was always friendly to them. They always enjoyed it when he came in, even more so after Mrs. Jung.

"Hi Seungcheol!" Seungkwan chirped.

"Hi!" The older greeted back, just as friendly and bright.

"Your usual?" Seokmin asked, cup and box already in hand.

"Mine and Wonwoo's usual, yeah." He told him. "I also have a third order today."

Seokmin, who was already working on the latte and espresso paused. "New friend?" He asked.

"Old friend. Just came into town yesterday. I told him about your bakery and how he needed to try it."

Soonyoung smiled. "You spoil us, hyung." He teased. "So, what would your friend like?"

"I don't know. He's waiting outside, let me go get him."

He leaned his head out the door and called out. "Hey, come in and place your order."

The friend walked in behind him and the moment Seokmin turned to place the finished coffees on the counter, he froze seeing a person he thought he would never see again. Kim Mingyu.

🎄

Mingyu held the gingerbread latte tightly in his hand as he walked in between Seungcheol and Wonwoo. He hadn't expected to see Lee Seokmin despite them having the same hometown. If there was one other person Mingyu had expected to leave for Seoul, it was Seokmin. He had always had dreams as big as Mingyu's and the talent to go along with it. Why was he still here then? What happened to him? The questions kept running through his mind and he finally had to ask.

"Lee Seokmin...he lives here?" He asked carefully.

"Never left," Wonwoo answered, sipping his espresso after biting into his cookie.

"Oh," Mingyu replied, unsure of how to feel. He and Seokmin had never been the best of friends, but they had understood each other to a certain extent.

"He's had a hard life," Seungcheol interjected. "His parents died a year after he graduated and took over the family bakery in place of his older brother so he could be free to follow his dreams. He's thrown his heart and soul into that bakery and he's good at it too."

Mingyu couldn't deny the gingerbread he was holding was heavenly. Still, he felt something akin to pity for Seokmin. They had been rivals in high school, always competing for the top spots academically, athletically, and musically. Of course, Mingyu won out each time, becoming the class president, the captain of the soccer team, and the president of the music club. However, despite competing with him, Mingyu always found himself admiring Seokmin. He was smart and quick-witted, always getting top marks. His speed and accuracy on the soccer field usually led to goals and most importantly, he had the voice of an angel. It saddened Mingyu to know that Seokmin had given it all up just so his brother could have it all instead. He, once again, found himself admiring Lee Seokmin.

"So," Wonwoo started, breaking him out of his thoughts, "are you going to work at your sister's bakery?"

"I think so," Mingyu replied. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. "I'm a decent baker, so maybe I'll be of some help."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it. She's been getting a ton of business lately." Seungcheol informed. "Apparently, talent runs in your family.

Mingyu blushed a bit but followed his friends to his sister's bakery. It was smaller than Seokmin's, but looked cozy, nestled between a candle store and a book store. She had the perfect location. They entered, the little bell announcing their arrival. Minseo was at the counter and she smiled brightly when she saw her big brother. She rushed over to hug him tightly.

"Mom and Dad told me you got home yesterday, but I was too exhausted to come over." She explained. "It's so good to see you. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." He murmured into her shoulder.

She pulled away and eyed the three of them, including the items in their hands. She scowled. "Are you kidding me? You bring the competition's products into my bakery? Do you not have any manners?" She scolded.

All three of them blushed and rushed to hide them despite already being caught.

"Sorry, blame Seungcheol. He's addicted to the cinnamon rolls and gingerbread lattes."

Minseo only sighed. "Can't say that I blame you. They are good. I can only dream of making something that good."

Mingyu frowned, not liking how down his sister sounded. He then looked at her with an air of determination.

"Let's make something even better then. You and me."

Minseo eyed him skeptically. "You just got here yesterday and you want to take on Lee Seokmin?"

"Some things never change." Seungcheol snorted, only stopping when his boyfriend elbowed him in the ribs.

Mingyu ignored the question and his friend's comment completely. "I'm sure we can make something great."

Not seeing any other choice, Minseo shrugged. "Can't be any worse than now." She pointed to the back. "Get into the kitchen."

"Yes Ma'am!"

He waved goodbye to his friends who smiled and waved back, happy to see their friend settled and content.

🎄

Seokmin let out a yell as he entered his family home that he shared with his two brothers. Jihoon, who was on the couch by the fireplace, looked up from his laptop to his brother.

"Tough day?" He asked casually, not fazed by his brother's mood.

He knew the Christmas season was always the busiest for the bakery and it wasn't unusual for Seokmin to come home in a bad mood. He assumed today was one of those days.

"Understatement." Seokmin replied, flopping down into a nearby armchair. "We were busy all day and Soonyoung decided to play baseball with the flour. Why did I even hire him?"

"Because he's your best friend and you can't live without him." Jihoon replied easily, resuming his work on his laptop.

"Unfortunately," He huffed. "To make matters worse, Jung Hyejin came by today."

Still not looking away, Jihoon gave a sympathetic grimace at the mention of the woman. Nobody in Seokmin's family cared for the woman. Even when their parents were alive, they would always make the boys leave the room so they could curse the woman whenever she would stop by the bakery.

"What did Her Evilness have to say this time?" Jihoon asked.

"The usual, dissing the cookies, trying to guess the secret ingredient of the latte, and to boast about the competition." He paused. "Did you hear Im Sangjun was retiring?"

"No, but I also have a life outside of the bakery, so."

Seokmin glared at his brother and this time, Jihoon looked away to give his brother a playful grin. "Kidding, I think I heard someone mention it. Why?"

"Well, it leaves the presidency of the association open and I don't know...I was thinking...maybe..." He trailed off.

"That you could become the next president?" Jihoon finished for him.

Seokmin shrugged. "It's a thought." He mumbled. "A nice dream to hang onto."

Jihoon was about to tease him for wanting to desperately become president of the Gingerbread Association, but at the mention of a dream, he bit his tongue. His little brother had given up plenty over the years all for him. In high school, Seokmin used to go around singing all the time, always getting in trouble for being loud. He always had solos in music class and kept a close watch on open auditions. He always told Jihoon that he would become an idol and that when he did, Jihoon could make his music. However, that all changed when their parents suddenly died. The bakery was under threat of being foreclosed on and without a second option, Seokmin took over, telling Jihoon and Chan that they could continue following their dreams. He would hold down the bakery. They had been skeptical at first, worried about Seokmin taking all of it on alone, but he proved more than capable and saved their family from total bankruptcy within a year. He was truly amazing and Jihoon admired more than words could express, not like he would tell him anyway.

"Then go for it. Win the competition and become president." Jihoon encouraged firmly. "Follow your dream."

Seokmin's sour expression turned sweet as he smiled at his brother. "Thank you, Hyung, for always believing in me."

Jihoon only nodded as he continued with his work. Chan entered the room minutes later, grabbing one of the cookies from the container Seokmin had left on the counter that morning. They were the rejects, the ones that weren't cut right or didn't completely rise. His brothers never minded eating them, so he always left them on the table for them. Chan looked at his second oldest brother as he took in his expression.

"Would your sour mood have anything to do with Kim Mingyu returning to town?" He asked with a knowing look.

Seokmin eyes widened and Jihoon looked away from his laptop once more. "Kim Mingyu is back?"

With a glare to his youngest brother, Seokmin nodded his head to his older brother's question. "He came into the bakery today."

"Oh wow. Did he say anything to you?"

Seokmin began to fidgit with the hem of his sweater. "Not really. He seemed just as surprised to see me."

Jihoon paused as he scanned his brother for a second. "Are you okay?"

Seokmin forced himself to look up. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you did have a c-"

"Lee Chan, if you finish that sentence, I will cut your tongue out and put it in my next batch of cookies." Seokmin threatened, cutting him off.

Chan had enough sense to close his mouth, but he still had a shit-eating grin on his face. Even Jihoon seemed amsued as he resumed working. Seokmin huffed, leaning back against the chair. Today was just not his day.

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"We should spy on them." Seungkwan suggested suddenly.

Soonyoung, who had been busy cleaning the espresso machine, turned slightly. "Spy on who?"

Seokmin was seated at an empty table calculating their monthly income and he paused. It was early in the morning, an hour before opening and Seungkwan was supposed to be in the back working on the day's display of cookies. Instead, he was standing at the counter looking thoughtfully out the window. Since Seokmin had expressed interest in wanting to win the presidency, his two friends had been trying to come up with different ideas to help. Unfortunately, none of them had been good.

"If you're talking about spying on Jung Hyejin, I'm going to say no immediately. I would rather die than be seen in her bakery." Seokmin stated.

Seungkwan shook his head. "No, not Jung Hyejin. The new bakery that just opened. We should go over there and see what we're working with."

It wasn't the worst idea Seungkwan had come up with, but Seokmin felt reluctant. It felt like a low move. He hated it when Hyejin did it to him, but she was also rude. They were simply curious. Besides, Seokmin was man enough to admit when someone was better than him. Maybe it could be completely harmless. He set his pencil down and looked at both his friends with a determined look.

"Let's do it."

Soonyoung looked surprised as he stopped cleaning the machine. "Wait, really? You've been shutting our ideas down all week and this is the one you agree to?"

Seokmin shrugged. "It was the first one that sounded good enough."

That was how they found themselves in front of the small bakery nestled between a candle store and a book store. The moment they walked on, they were greeted with the scent of freshly baked cookies, something they were more than accustomed to, but somehow, it smelt even better here. They moved to the counter and Seokmin was about to order when the face before him caused him to falter.

"Mingyu." He breathed out.

Kim Mingyu was standing tall at the counter and looked more handsome than Seokmin remembered. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he had followed Mingyu's idol and acting career somewhat closely. He knew all the members of Mingyu's group, Nyyroze, and had even bought all of their albums and watched most of the dramas Mingyu had been in. However, it was nothing like seeing Mingyu in person once more. He almost felt like a teenager again, ready to tease the other about another one of their rivalries, but words felt heavy on his tongue and he found he couldn't say anything.

"Seokmin, wasn't expecting to see you here," Mingyu said evenly, but not unkindly.

Seokmin still couldn't speak. Sensing something was off, Seungkwan took the lead and smiled at Mingyu.

"You're even more handsome in person." He complimented.

The taller blushed. "Thanks. Is there something I can get you guys?"

"Three lattes and a set of Christmas cookies," Seungkwan ordered.

"Coming right up," Mingyu said, leaving to get their order ready.

Once he was out of earshot, both of his friends turned to Seokmin. "What the hell was that?" Seungkwan asked.

"You completely froze," Soonyoung added.

Seokmin slowly felt the air returning to his lungs. "I don't know, I just didn't expect to see him here."

"Neither did we but you don't see us freezing up," Seungkwan argued.

"You also didn't have a c-"

"Kwon Soonyoung! Don't you dare. I will take the tiger cookies off the menu."

Soonyoung's mouth snapped shut just in time for Mingyu to return with their order. Soonyoung took the order while Seokmin busied himself with paying for it. However, he could feel Mingyu's gaze on him and he fumbled with his card a couple of times before he was able to swipe it. He looked up and blushed when their eyes met. To his surprise, Mingyu smiled at him. He tried to stomp down the butterflies fluttering in his chest.

"Seungcheol was right, by the way." Mingyu said suddenly.

"About what?" Seokmin asked, not once breaking eye contact.

"Your lattes are amazing. I never expected caramel to taste so good in a gingerbread latte."

Seokmin tensed and he was sure he resembled a deer caught in headlights. How the hell did Mingyu guess the secret ingredient? He only put a drop of caramel in each batch to give it a richer and more full flavor. It was barely undetectable and it took Seungkwan and Soonyoung fifty guess until they figured it out.

"How did you..." Seokmin trailed off. amazed.

Now it was Mingyu's turn to look embarrassed. "Ah, sorry is that your secret ingredient?"

Seokmin dumbly nodded. "How did you even guess it?"

Mingyu shrugged. "I don't know. I've always just had this good sense of taste. It used to annoy my mom when I listed out all the ingredients."

Seokmin let out a weak laugh, unsure of how to proceed. Mingyu sensed his unease and continued.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone and I won't steal it either." He reassured.

He looked down at the latte in Seokmin's hand.

"Are you going to steal from us?"

Seokmin frowned before looking down at his drink before looking up again. "What? No! I wouldn't dare do something like that."

Mingyu smiled. "I know. You're too pure for that."

Seokmins face flamed. Before he could say anything else and embarrass himself further, Mingyu's sister appeared from the back. From the look of it, the bakery belong to her as she didn't hesitate giving Mingyu orders.

"Jiah spilled some sugar. Do you mind cleaning it up?"

Mingyu made an expression of distaste but grabbed the broom and mop before heading to the back. Minseo eyed the three men standing before her. Seokmin had only met Minseo a couple of times. Back then, she had been young and always followed behind her big brother. She was also at every soccer game. However, Seokmin never feared her until now. She gave each of them an intense glare before settling back on Seokmin.

"I had no idea you would be coming to my little bakery."

"I'm sorry!" Seokmin blurted, feeling awkward. "We just wanted to see. We didn't mean anything by it."

Minseo's face relaxed and she smiled. "I know. I'm honored to have you guys here."

She pointed to the latte in Soonyoung's hand. "How is it?"

Soonyoung lit up with a smile. "Really good! You're very talented." He praised.

Minseo's smile widened. "Thank you."

"Are you going to compete in the gingerbread competition?" Seungkwan asked.

Minseo looked shy but contemplative. "I don't know. I'm still new to all of this. I don't think I'll do very well."

Soonyoung's expression lit up with an idea. "We could help you!"

Her eyes narrowed. "Why would you help me if we're competing?"

Soonyoung shook his head. "We could team up."

"They allow that?"

Seungkwan shrugged. "No one ever said it was against the rules."

Minseo looked at Seokmin next. "And you would be okay with that?"

Seokmin sincerely smiled. "Yeah, I think it would be fun."

"Seokmin is vying for the presidency of the association and you could have the first-place prize." Soonyoung offered. "Granted that we get first place."

"As long as we beat Jung Hyejin." Seungkwan stated firmly.

Mingyu returned from the back and seemed surprised to see everyone still there. He looked at his sister.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"The guys and I decided to team up for the gingerbread competition," Minseo announced. "You could help too. You have that strange prodigy taste thing going on."

Mingyu looked over at Seokmin and they locked eyes. For the first time in all their years of rivalry, they were becoming partners.

🎄

Things were odd for Seokmin and Mingyu the next week. They spent their time either at Seokmin's bakery or Minseo's. Soonyoung and Seungkwan usually teamed up with Minseo, leaving Mingyu and Seokmin alone. The first few days were awkward, the two not to used working together rather than against each other. Finally though, by the fourth day, they had found their rhythm.

"This is a really nice idea, you know." Seokmin voiced as he began the tedious task of icing three hundred different slabs of gingerbread. "I would have never thought of this."

Mingyu hummed, but by his red ears, it was easy to tell he was pleased by the praise.

"We all thought of it together."

Seokmin side-eyed him. "Take the compliment while I'm offering them." He said with a teasing scolding tone.

"Yes sir!" Mingyu murmured as he helped with the icing.

The five of them had come up with the idea of a gingerbread town complete with mini houses, cars, and the gingerbread men as townspeople. The killing point was going to be the gingerbread latte river consisting of Seokmin's special recipe. It was a sure winner and even if it didn't win, it was going to be fun. At least, Seokmin thought so until he had a crick in his neck after icing a ton of gingerbread. They were in for tedious work. It didn't help having Mingyu by his side. He felt shaky, almost jittery being near him and he was embarrassed by it. However, his years of experience in his bakery had taught him to display nerves of steel even if he felt less than. However, nothing could prepare him for Mingyu and his clumsy antics.

Being over six feet tall meant that Mingyu had more limbs than he knew what to do with. Oftentimes, they had a mind of their own. Seokmin would be peacefully icing and the next thing he knew, a bowl of flour would be on the floor. It was like having twelve hyperactive Soonyoungs in the kitchen. However, as their time together went on, Seokmin started to develop what he called a Kim Mingyu reflex. Whenever he sensed that Mingyu was about to fumble and drop something, Seokmin would reach his arm or leg out to stop. It usually worked except for the one time it didn't.

Seokmin had been peacefully putting together thirty houses and was about to place the roof on the most recent one when he saw a frantic motion out of the corner of his eye. As usual, he stuck his leg out, sensing Mingyu was about to tumble, and he did, but the opposite way, onto Seokmin. It was how they found themselves on the floor seconds later, Seokmin's back against the tiled floor and Mingyu hovering above him. The taller was horrified as he attempted to get up.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine." Seokmin groaned. "No broken bones or anything." He said as he got up as well. However, he winced as a sharp pain shot up through his arm. Mingyu's eyes widened.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Probably just landed wrong and got a cramp." Seokmin replied, trying to brush it off, but he couldn't ignore the stabbing pain traveling from his wrist up to his shoulder. Not wanting to make Mingyu feel guilty, Seokmin returned to working, but by the assembly of the fourth wall, it was clear he couldn't continue. He threw down the pipe with a yelp, startling Mingyu.

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

Seokmin couldn't pretend this time. He looked up at Mingyu with tears forming in the corner of his eyes from the intense pain and it was all the confirmation Mingyu needed. He grabbed the nearest person to him, which happened to be Seungkwan.

"We have to get Seokmin to a doctor." He announced.

At the mention of his friend and doctor being in the same sentence, Seungkwan acted with lightning speed. He turned and saw Seokmin cradling his right arm with a pained expression. Seungkwan slapped Soonyoung's arm.

"Hyung, it's Seokmin."

Soonyoung turned and without a second thought, carefully dragged his friend out of the kitchen and to the outside of the bakery. In under five minutes, he was able to call them a taxi and headed off to the doctor. Mingyu stood solid in the kitchen, processing. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so clumsy, Seokmin wouldn't be hurt. This competition and project meant the world to him. What if he just ruined his chances? What if Seokmin's injury was permanent? A soft hand on his shoulder made him flinch but he relaxed when he saw Seungkwan's concerned face.

"He's going to be okay." He tried to reassure him.

Mingyu could only manage a smile and a tiny nod as he repeated Seungkwan's words to himself over and over again, trying to believe it.

Seokmin had dislocated his shoulder and sprained his wrist. It wasn't the worst injury, but he had to rest his right arm for a least a week and keep it in a sling, meaning he was going to be unavailable for the competition. Mingyu had never felt worse. He kept apologizing to him over and over again, and to his surprise, Seokmin would forgive him each time. Finally, after his last apology, Mingyu blinked, confused.

"But you can't work on the town anymore."

"I can't, but I can order everyone around." He pointed out with a gleeful tone.

From the other side of the kitchen, Seungkwan snorted. "Don't worry, Mingyu, Seokmin enjoys being bossy."

Soonyoung laughed loudly. "Ironic coming from you."

"Gentlemen," Minseo interrupted. "Must we always fight?"

"Sorry, Minseo." All four apologized.

The next problem arrived when it came Mingyu's turn to run the counter. Seokmin had heard the commotion first, being nearby to make the lattes, as it was something he could get through one-handed without too much issue.

"Aren't you Kim Mingyu?" A girl asked, excitement clear in her voice.

Mingyu froze. He hadn't counted on being recognized, which was a naive thought as Nyyroze was a popular group and his recent 'scandal' had made him the most popular member.

The girl next to her pouted. "But is the rumor true?" She asked. "It's such a shame if it is."

Mingyu started to tense and Seokmin found himself stepping in to help. He gently ushered Mingyu to the back as he turned back to deal with the customers. They pouted over the fact they could no longer speak to Mingyu, but under Seokmin's harsh gaze, they didn't complain. When they were finally taken care of, Seokmin returned to the kitchen to find a shaken-up Mingyu. He gently kneeled in front of him so they could comfortably make eye contact as Mingyu was sitting.

"You okay?" He asked gently.

Mingyu shrugged. "I was naive in thinking I could run away from my problems and be normal."

Seokmin didn't have a reply for him but knew the feeling all too well. So, he sat with Mingyu in solidarity until his nerves weren't so sporadic. It was at that moment the two had come to their first mutual understanding.

🎄

Seungkwan was the last to arrive at the bakery one morning. He was bundled from head to toe in winter gear, resembling more of a marshmallow than a person. He shivered as he passed Minseo's friend at the counter and headed into the kitchen. He began the tedious task of removing the many layers he was wearing until he was just in his sweater and jeans.

"It's freezing out there!" He exclaimed. "The snow is pretty, but it makes commuting hell."

Mingyu perked up. "It's snowing?" He asked.

"It started just as I left my house," Seungkwan informed.

Seokmin carefully watched Mingyu as the other returned to the task of decorating cookies. The mention of snow had him happier than he had been in days. He then looked over at their gingerbread town. All the houses had been set and assembled. They just needed decorating and with five of them, it shouldn't take that long. As second in command to Minseo, Seokmin made a quick decision.

"Let's play in the snow today."

Soonyoung dropped the icing he was holding, nearly knocking over a container of sprinkles that Minseo was quick enough to catch in time.

"Really?"

Seokmin nodded, not missing the gleeful expression on Mingyu's face. "We've worked hard enough these last few days. A break won't kill us."

The others all seemed happy and excited about their snow day, everyone except Seungkwan who whined.

"I have to put all those layers back on." He complained causing the others to laugh at his misery.

Behind Minseo's bakery, there was a small open space and they all gathered around to enjoy the fresh small snow. While Minseo and her friend took pictures with Soonyoung and Seungkwan, Mingyu and Seokmin sat along the wall, watching them. Mingyu was still feeling guilty about Seokmin's injury and kept careful watch on him, helping him when he could. The actions always made butterflies flutter in Seokmin's chest and they would only continue to grow. He could no longer stomp them down nor did he want to. He still had a crush on Kim Mingyu and unlike when he was a teenager, he didn't want it to go away. Mingyu grinned at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"You did this for me, didn't you?" He asked.

Seokmin shrugged, trying to play it cool. "That, and the smell of gingerbread was starting to make me nauseous."

Mingyu laughed. "Thank you. This is the happiest I've felt in days." He admitted.

Seokmin paused, wondering if he should continue. "You know, what happened to you wasn't right. You didn't deserve that."

Mingyu swallowed hard. "I never imagined I'd be outed by my manager. I trusted him and I didn't expect the company to leave me drown either. Everything just crumbled instantly all because I'm gay. It's not fair."

Seokmin set a gentle hand on top of his. "I'm truly sorry Mingyu. It wasn't fair and I hope you can heal properly now."

Mingyu managed a small smile. "You know, I was nervous running into you again. I thought you hated me because of how we were in high school."

Seokmin snorted loudly and obnoxiously. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mingyu. You won't be getting your enemies to lovers plot today."

Mingyu raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Lovers?" He questioned.

Seokmin's face burned red. He couldn't believe he slipped up like that. Thinking quickly, he pointed behind Mingyu.

"Oh my god, what is that?'

Mingyu whipped his head around to see what Seokmin was pointing at. When he didn't see anything, he turned around to see Seokmin holding a snowball. His eyes widened as he held his hands up in surrender.

"Seok, let's talk about this." He tried.

Seokmin shook his head as he held the snowball in his left hand. He knew he wasn't going throw it well but he couldn't let the opportunity pass him by either.

"I'm sorry, Mingyu. But I can't just not."

Mingyu scooped up his snowball. "I'm serious, I don't want to hit an already injured person."

"Are we having a snowball fight?" Soonyoung asked loudly.

It startled Mingyu and Seokmin saw his chance. He threw his snowball, hitting Mingyu on the side of his head. Mingyu gaped at him and shook his head as he threw his own snowball. It hit Seokmin in the chest and before long, all of them were pelting one another with snowballs. They filled their morning with laughter and snow, enjoying the company of each other. By lunchtime, though, they were more than ready to go inside and get warmed up. Mingyu and Seokmin were the first ones to approach the door but before they could enter, Soonyoung stopped them, pointing above them. Both of them were confused until they looked up to find misletoe staring down at them. They looked back at each other as if silently assessing one another while the others chanted for them to kiss. Seokmin, nervous beyond all reason, leaned up and gave Mingyu a quick peck. It wasn't a lot, but their friends cheered anyway. Seokmin blushed as he rushed inside, Mingyu hot on his heels.

Seungkwan reached up and snatched the mistletoe down. He glanced back at Soonyoung and let out a shudder.

"I'm not kissing you."

Soonyoung snatched the mistletoe from him. "Thank God for small miracles." He then grinned. "I can't believe our plan actually worked."

Seungkwan matched his grin. "I know. I bet they'll be together by Christmas."

🎄

Seokmin and Mingyu's energy had changed since their little kiss under the mistletoe. They kept locking eyes and sharing shy smiles. While Seungkwan was rooting for them to be together, the sight also made him sick to his stomach so when the chance arrived, he opted to work the register just so he could get away from the awkward lovebirds. He was pulled into the repetitive nature of his work that he was startled when he heard a deep voice with a strange accent.

"Excuse me, is Kim Mingyu here?"

Seungkwan's eyes nearly left their sockets when he saw who was in front of him. "Oh my God, you're Vernon." He blurted out excitedly.

Seokmin wasn't the only fan of Nyyroze. Seungkwan had followed them closely since their debut and as much as he appreciated Mingyu, Vernon had always caught his eye with his deep voice, amazing stage presence, and silly personality. He couldn't believe Vernon was in the bakery he worked at in his small town. It felt like a dream.

Vernon laughed, the sound music to Seungkwan's ears. Everything Vernon did was attractive.

"I hope so," He replied. "Otherwise, I've been carrying around the wrong ID." He joked.

Seungkwan laughed too but still had yet to answer Vernon's question. So, he asked it again, causing Seungkwan to spring into action. He leaned his head into the kitchen.

"Mingyu, someone is asking for you."

By the time Mingyu came out of the kitchen, all five members of Nyyroze where standing before him. Mingyu was surprised and slightly nervous. He hadn't spoken to any of them since he left the group and the company. He was sure he was never going to speak to any of them again even if it pained him. They were his friends. They had been through many hardships together and he would have hated to leave all that behind, but at the time, he felt he had no other choice. Now that they were in here in front of him, he didn't know what to say. Should he apologize to them? He wasn't sure. Sensing his uncertainty, they took the lead for him instead.

"Gyu, you weren't kidding when you said you lived in a small town. I feel like I blink, I'll miss it." Jeonghan started trying to dissipate some of the uneasiness.

Joshua stepped forward. "We were meant to be here sooner but the legalities were a nightmare."

Mingyu frowned. "Legalities?"

Jeonghan nodded. "As of this morning, all five of us have terminated our contracts."

Mingyu felt like the floor was about give out from underneath him. "What? Why would you do that?"

This time, Minghao stepped forward. "Because, as we used to say when we trainees, it's six of us or none of us."

Junhui joined him. "They didn't have a right to treat you that way. especially when it could have been any one of us."

Mingyu was confused about what Junhui meant until he looked down and saw Jeonghan and Joshua holding hands as well as Junhui and Minghao. Mingyu's eyes moved over to Vernon who held his hands up.

"Me too, but single." He clarified, sending a wink to a red-faced Seungkwan.

Mingyu finally turned back to the other members. "So, what are you guys going to do now?"

Jeonghan shrugged. "Don't know, but that's the beauty of it. We get to choose and there's no one to stop us now."

"We thought about spending Christmas here while we try to figure it out." Joshua added.

"That way, none of us are alone." Minghao concluded.

Mingyu was nearly in tears. He may have lost his career, but he didn't lose his friends.

🎄

Jung Hyejin arrived at Minseo's bakery just two days before the competition. Minseo assumed the older woman must have heard the rumor that a rookie was entering the competition and wanted to scope out her competitor. Minseo, who had learned a lot from Seokmin in the past few weeks, gave the woman a wide fake smile.

"May I help you?"

Mrs. Jung's smile was just as wide and fake. "What a...darling little shop you have here." She stated, her voice clear with disdain.

Minseo's smile was strained but it remained on her face. "Thank you, ma'am. Is there anything I can get you?"

Mrs. Jung's flickered around the menu in obvious judgment. However, before she could place an order, she spotted Mingyu walking around in the back. She leaned forward.

"You know, Dear, a young lady shouldn't be in the company of such a person." She advised in a loud stage whisper.

Minseo's eyes narrowed as she turned around to find who she was talking about. When she saw her brother, she whipped her head around, her smile now completely gone. She glared at the older woman.

"And just what kind of person is my brother, ma'am?" She demanded.

Hearing the commotion, Seokmin emerged from the back and the moment his eyes landed on Mrs. Jung, he frowned before looking at Minseo.

"Everything okay?" He asked softly.

Minseo's eyes never left Mrs. Jung. "Mrs. Jung here was just telling me what kind of person my brother was."

Seokmin looked amused. "I would like to hear this as well. Hold on."

He leaned back. "Guys! Mrs. Jung is about to give character judgment." He announced.

Within seconds, Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung emerged from the kitchen and waited expectantly for Mrs. Jung to continue. The other woman faltered with all of the eyes watching her and she huffed, muttering something unsavory under her breath before leaving the store. The five of them burst out laughing.

"Did you see her face?" Seungkwan asked through a fit of laughter. "Oh, I wish I could have had that framed!"

Seokmin's laughter was the first to die down. "Okay, the competition is in two days and we just have a gumdrop or two to place here and there. I think we should take a small break. How about we go to my house for lunch?" He offered. "I promised my brothers I would make my famous pasta for them."

An hour later, seven people were seated around the Lee dining table. It was the fullest the table had been in years. It slightly pained Seokmin not to see his parents sitting there, but he was happy to have his friends there too, especially Mingyu. The two had been sneaking glances at one another and before long, they were holding hands under the table. They still had yet to label their relationship, but they weren't in a rush either. For now, they were content being next to one another.

"Babe, can you pass the breadsticks." Jihoon asked suddenly.

Seokmin frowned in confusion at who his brother was talking to. His mouth then widened in surprise as he watched Soonoyoung wordlessly pass the bread basket over to Jihoon. All eyes were on the two of them until Soonyoung finally realized.

"What?" He asked, completely clueless.

"Babe?" Seungkwan asked.

Realization dawned on him as he and Jihoon made eye contact. Jihoon's ears were red as he grumbled something under his breath. Soonyoung laughed nervously.

"Surprise?"

"How long?" Seokmin questioned looking back and forth between his best friend and brother.

"Two years." Chan replied boredly from the other end of the table. "They've never been that good at hiding it. I'm surprised they hadn't been caught sooner."

Jihoon went to argue, but found he couldn't and snapped his mouth shut once more. Instead, he focused his attention on Seokmin and Mingyu. He didn't miss the stolen glances nor the hands held under the table. When lunch was over, Jihoon wasted no time in pulling Mingyu aside.

"Listen, you've had it tough recently, that's why I have to ask this." He started. "Are you serious about Seokmin? Because if you're not, you need to stop it right here right now. He's given up a lot in his short life and he deserves only the best. Now, I believe that could be you, but only if you're truly serious about him."

"I'm serious about him." Mingyu assured him. "I mean, I think I always have been deep down, but I always assumed he hated me because of how we were." He admitted.

Jihoon blinked a couple of times. "Follow me." He ordered.

He led Mingyu to a bookshelf but before Mingyu could see what was on it, Jihoon stood in front of it, blocking the way.

"If Seokmin knew I was showing you this, he'd kill me." He sighed. "However, I feel like you should see this."

He stepped to the side, allowing Mingyu to see the shelf clearly. There, on the second shelf, was every single one of Nyyroze's albums. Stunned, Mingyu turned back to Jihoon.

"He bought these?"

Jihoon nodded. "Every single one. He always cheered for you. He never held any resentment for you. Even when you competed against one another, he always cheered for you. He voted for you to become class president, president of the music club, all of it. For him, it's always been you." Jihoon deadpanned.

It was in that moment, Mingyu was sure. He was in love with Lee Seokmin.

🎄

By competition day, everyone was a nervous wreck but also beyond excited. The gingerbread town had turned out better than any of them expected and after a million pictures, they began the tedious task of transporting it to the town square where the competition was being held. Unfortunately, on their way there, they ran into Mrs. Jung who was carrying her project with her daughter. She was making a big show of how heavy it was and how her arms hurt. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw all five of them carrying the large covered project. Her mood turned sour as she ordered her daughter around. She only perked back up when it came time to unveil the projects and reveal them to the judges. Happy to have attention, she easily prattled on about her gingerbread mansion to the judges who politely nodded along, but it was clear they weren't that interested as their eyes kept drifting to the still-covered gingerbread town.

When they got to the gingerbread town and it was uncovered, it was clear they were in awe. Minseo happily stood and introduced the project to the judges while the other four watched her with proud smiles. They felt more than happy to let Minseo take the lead. It was her first year and it was important for her to experience the joy that came with it. Seokmin was eager to share it. He held Mingyu's hand as the judges convened. Mingyu squeezed his hand, just as anxious and excited. They briefly glanced at Mrs. Jung whose smirk had long fallen from her face after seeing the gingerbread town. It was clear she knew she lost, but she kept her head held high, too prideful otherwise. Finally, the results were ready to be revealed, but before they did so, Im Sangjun made an announcement.

"As you all may know, this is my last year as president of the Gingerbread Association. The last thirty years have been magical, but it's time for me to step down. Looking around today, I'm more than certain the Association will be in good hands. That being said, after the winner of today's competition gives their speech, a vote will be held for the presidency. We will reveal the results within the hour. Good luck!"

He then cleared his throat and Seokmin held onto Mingyu's hand tighter. When third place was announced, Seokmin's body began to tense. Then it happened, Mrs. Jung placed second. Seokmin was ready to collapse right then and there and he felt Minseo's hand against his arm in the sling.

"Whatever happens," she whispered, "I'm just glad we had fun and did it together."

Seokmin smiled at her. "Me too." He whispered back.

"Our first-place winner is Kim Minseo and Lee Seokmin's Gingerbread Town!" Im Sangjun announced.

Without hesitation, they all sent Minseo up to accept the award and give the speech. She practically floated onto the stage and greeted Im Sangjun as he handed her the certificate. They took a picture before she made her speech.

"Some of you may not know, but this is my first year competiting. I just opened my bakery this month and I've been so lucky to have such a warm reception. However, this win isn't mine alone. I had the help of my big brother, Mingyu, as well as the help of Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan. They all helped to make my first year memorable. If anyone deserves to be president of the association, it's Lee Seokmin who understands and spreads the true meaning of Christmas."

Seokmin nearly teared up as claps surrounded them. Minseo returned to them with a wide smile that would probably never vanish.

"Thank you," Seokmin whispered.

"I just said the truth."

The next hour felt long as people voted and the judges counted. Seokmin tried to distract himself with Mingyu and two cups of apple cider, but his eyes kept drifting back to the judge's table where they were huddled, still counting and talking. A tap on his shoulder made him turn. He didn't expect to see Jeonghan standing before him.

"This town really loves gingerbread, huh?"

He was trying to put Seokmin at ease and the younger was thankful for it. He managed a weak laugh.

"Small town, not much to do."

Jeonghan nodded. He then looked at Seokmin for a long moment.

"He's happy being with you." He stated, referring to Mingyu. "You're good for him."

Before Seokmin could attempt a reply, Jeonghan continued. "He used to talk about you a lot. He would always talk about this guy in high school he used to compete with who had a heart of gold and the voice of an angel. Our trip out here made me realize he had been talking about you."

Seokmin was momentarily speechless. All these years, Mingyu had been thinking of him just like Seokmin had been thinking of Mingyu. He hated what happened to Mingyu, but he was thankful it brought them back together and gave them a chance. He swallowed. trying to will his heavy emotions down.

"He's good for me too. He's helped me a lot."

Jeonghan hummed. "I can see that. I'm glad you have each other." He lightly clapped Seokmin's good shoulder. "I heard you're running for gingerbread president. Good luck."

With that, Jeonghan took off, rejoining Mingyu and the rest of their group. Seokmin distracted himself by watching them as they talked. He was happy that Mingyu still had his friends and that they weren't against him either. It was what he deserved. Mingyu turned away from the group and caught Seokmin's eye. They shared a knowing smile before they heard the judges return to the main area.

"The votes are in," Sangjun announced. "The winner won by a landslide and I'm pleased to announce that the new president of the Gingerbread Association is Lee Seokmin."

🎄

The week after New Year's was the second busiest week for bakeries. Despite Mingyu and Seokmin dating, Mingyu continued to work at Minseo's bakery. Seokmin didn't mind. He had his hands full with Soonyoung and Seungkwan, mostly Soonyoung. He couldn't add Mingyu's clumsiness on top of it. Besides, it was fun to have friendly little competitions between their bakeries. This week, they were seeing who could sell the most espressos, as they always came second to the lattes. So far, Minseo was in the lead with five more sales. Seokmin was strategizing ways to boost sales but his thoughts were interrupted when his boyfriend entered. He gave him a playful scowl.

"Kim Mingyu, are you here to spy on me?"

Mingyu laughed loudly. "Like you, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan did to Minseo?" He retaliated.

Seokmin blushed, but didn't falter. "We weren't spying! We were just...checking." He tried. "Besides, we're all better for it." He pointed out.

Before Mingyu could reply, Seungkwan rushed out of the back, coat and phone in hand. "Hey, I'm taking an early lunch." He announced. "Vernon and I have a date."

Seokmin nodded as a form of approval and watched as his best friend rushed out of the shop. After a lot of discussion and small arguments, four members of Nyyroze, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, and Minghao, decided to return to Seoul and sign under an indie label to continue their music. Vernon decided to stay behind with Seungkwan and with Mingyu. He had fallen in love with the small town (and with Seungkwan) and found he couldn't leave. The four were reluctant at first, not wanting to leave anyone behind, but Mingyu and Vernon were firm. They wanted their friends to follow their dreams, even if that meant without them. Besides, they had a high class producer working with them now, as Jihoon had taken off to Seoul with them to fully fuffil his dreams. Seokmin was more than proud of his brother and was glad to see he had made all the right decisions.

Before Seokmin and Mingyu could resume their conversation, the bell to the door jingled again as Wonwoo and Seungcheol entered the shop. They greeted Mingyu warmly before heading to the counter to order.

"One latte and one espresso." Seungcheol ordered.

Seokmin pouted. "No cookies today?"

"Afraid not, Won and I are meeting our families for a late holiday get-together."

Seokmin nodded in understanding as he worked to get the order together, secretly pleased he was finally starting to get ahead of Minseo in espresso sales. He predicted he would be in the lead by the end of the day. HIs boyfriend mus have been thinking the same as he whined to his friends.

"How could you guys come into the competiton's bakery?" He scolded. "Does our friendship mean nothing to you?"

"Gyu, we have been coming to this bakery for years." Seungcheol argued. "Of course, we'd come over here."

When Wonwoo noticed Mingyu's growing pout, he stepped in. "We'll visit Minseo's bakery tomorrow." He promised.

Mingyu perked up. "Make sure to get two espressos so we can beat Seokmin."

Seungcheol only rolled his eyes as he paid for their order. Wonwoo looked back over at Seokmin. "Congratulations by the way on winning the presidency."

"Thank you, it was a group effort though and I'm just glad Jung Hyejin didn't get it."

Seungcheol laughed. "I think we're all glad. How do you think you won by a landslide?"

Once Wonwoo and Seungcheol left, Mingyu rounded the corner to stand behind the counter with Seokmin. "Speaking of the presidency, Minseo has sent me here on official business." Mingyu began. "She wants to know if we should mark down the gingerbread since it's the second week in January."

Each bakery had taken half of the gingerbread town to sell after the competition, but because it was so large, they still had many pieces to sell and unfortunately, the demand for gingerbread went down after Christmas. They were having a hard time getting rid of it.

"Oh my God, yes. Do whatever you have to do to sell it. We need to get rid of it before it goes completely stale." Seokmin answered.

"Noted."

Seokmin wrapped his arms around Mingyu's broad shoulders, happy to finally have his arm completely healed as he pouted up at him.

"Is that the only reason you came by?"

Mingyu's arms nestled around Seokmin's waist as he pretended to think. "I was also thinking we could go for a lunch date." He suggested.

"Lunch sounds nice."

A throat clearing, startled them and they parted before looking over to see Soonyoung smirking at them. He didn't say anything, just pointed up to the doorway. There, hung mistletoe. Seokmin looked at his best friend in near exasperation.

"Where do you keep getting all the mistletoe?"

Soonyoung merely shrugged and stared at them expectantly. Mingyu and Seokmin sighed, but complied, giving each other a chaste but warm kiss. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a little lingering Christmas spirit. It brought them the biggest gift after all. Each other.