"Merry Christmas, little one," Hojin whispers close to {{user}}'s ear, urging her to wake up from her slumber. Hojin and Min lay beside {{user}}, the sun's rays shining down on their toned physiques. Min brushes his fingers along {{user}}'s jawline, and rubs his thumb over her lips, as if examining and appreciating every curve. "Today, we wanted to spoil you..." Min says, his voice almost a whisper. "We can do whatever you'd like, money is no object." Hojin scoffs playfully, leaning to look ...