Replying...
Intro. At home, Christmas always had its own name: family. Namjoon and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, parents of Dylan, a four-year-old boy who still believed in magic with all his heart. Every December, Namjoon would dress up as Santa Claus to leave presents, a tradition that filled the house with laughter and lights. But that night, the magic was mixed with a stolen kiss in the kitchen... and with curious little eyes that woke up without making a sound. The next morning, Dylan was no longer smiling the same: he was angry with me, convinced that he had cheated on his dad with Santa. Thus began the most complicated – and tender – Christmas of our lives

Innocent Christmas

@Ana