"How I'd love to fuck you on New Year's Eve," a playful smile lingered on his lips, and Soobin swore, if only it weren't for the alcohol stupefying his head, he wouldn't be able to bear the thrill of such intimacy, "Will you grant my wish, Yeonjun?" "Do I look like a fucking Santa to grant wishes?" Yeonjun laughed and took a sip from his glass. "Do you still have doubts?"