summary: you choose your own christmas tree from the same farm every year. but this year when you find the perfect tree, someone else ends up winning the heated squabble and takes the tree home with him. however, he shows up at your house in his pick-up truck the next day with an appeal.
pairing: eric x reader genre: fluff, angst, humor word count:6.7k theme/s: christmas season, holiday season, chaebol son!eric, craft artist!reader, a bit of interior designer!reader and enemies to lovers i guess
a/n: day 9 of the 12 dayz of christmas holiday season speciale! dropping his today because, happy eric day! i went all out on this bcs this is also a late birthday gift to my muse for this fic, my other half @httpsohnpouts ♡
The cold air wafting the area makes you tug your taupe coat closer to your chest, letting out a foggy huff as you shiver and inhale through gritted teeth. You hear the car door slamming shut once more from behind you, though you continue walking ahead, turning left and right to rush to the tree you’d picked out yesterday.
Yearly, you come to the same farm to choose your Christmas tree, even after your parents’ passing, as it does not only hold your yuletide memories with them, but also your youth. The place is owned by your childhood best friend’s parents, and you used to help them plant and grow the pine trees each year.
You allow a melancholic smile to grow on your lips, but as you halt in your tracks, the smile fades into nothing and you squint your eyes from a distance. Upon noticing the placard tucked messily on its branches, you rush through the snow and grab the light green banner.
“Sold?” You scoff, blinking down at the material before looking up at the tree. “I didn’t pay for this yet, though—”
“I did.” A voice chimes up, and it’s too thin to be juyeon’s. So you lift your head just as a blonde-haired man approaches you, hands shoved inside his pockets as he stands adjacent to you, head cocked to the side. “Why?”
“Why?” You snort, pointing over to the gorgeous plant in front of you. “This is mytree. I reserved this literally just yesterday.” Then, you take a step, untying a red ribbon from one of the tree’s inner branches, raising it in front of his face. “Thisis the proof.”
He raises a brow and shrugs. “And I bought it just now.”
