frost patterns on the window
6 x 500 words (more or less) winter-inspired drabbles. All settled in the same AU, prequel to my story, "Close-knit".
I. snowflakes or first snowfall
The window is covered with frost, even though it has not really snowed yet; Hakyeon pokes at the sleety, frozen glass insistently, nail hammering onto the surface with an annoying sound. A sigh is breathed out, the glass fogging up instantly and Hakyeon scratches at it more. He doesn't look back to where Wonshik stands, confused and maybe even hurt, splayed on the huge sofa they bought last Christmas. Wonshik wouldn't understand, Hakyeon knows, he wouldn't know how it feels, so that is why it was so easy for him to brush it away. But it made Hakyeon boil, that he had not defended him, had not stood up for him in front of that monster and instead found amusement in the way that kid gamboled with him. It was pricking his self-esteem, really. It was not his fault that the others just had better genes. He hears Wonshik make a sound behind him, something akin to a snore, but so much softer. Eyebrows lowered, he turns back only for a grimace to dress his features - the other man has, indeed, fallen asleep while worrying, probably. It was Wonshik so he expected no less, but felt a sting of ire nevertheless. His finger stops tracing, scratching, poking at the icy glass when the tip of it becomes red and numb. He drags the edge of his tongue over it and hisses. It is incredibly cold and it makes him shiver. A sigh is followed by another sigh and another; it is warm inside, his fluffy sweater only adding to the pleasant heat and he curls his fingers to clench them onto his sleeves, bringing his hands up to cup his chin as he continues to look out the window. He can see, through the sphere of clean glass, the couple that lived just in front of their house, fighting about something, the girl gesturing quite wildly to the other girl who seemed sheepish, maybe even ashamed. He wonders for a moment if there is some sort of spell cast over the street that makes them all fight with each other. It dissolves soon though, when his thoughts drift to other directions.
This season holds a special meaning for them - it's not like Hakyeon could ever forget the pink, pink tinge on Wonshik's nose after he fell, slipping on ice after he kissed him, cheek smashed against the awfully cold ice beneath. Hakyeon had stopped immediately, incredibly worried, crouched so he could see if he was alright, but Wonshik only laughed, nose red and eyes teary and Hakyeon couldn't help but chuckle along with him, leaning down to give him their second kiss. It makes his stomach stir in a pleasant way, the memory, a smile sneaking onto his face without him even realizing it. It takes a few moments before he focuses, eyes straining a bit as he scratches again at the window, the taintless circle becoming larger and his eyes do as well with it. For a moment, he thinks he is dreaming. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky and his eyes light up with unadulterated joy, a squeal leaving his mouth. Wonshik stirs in his sleep, mouth by then hanging open and Hakyeon cannot even feel the mild irritation towards his boyfriend anymore, skipping to the couch to sit astride his lap and shake him with such vigor that Wonshik, despite usually being a log when he sleeps, rises immediately, alarmed. He is confused for a couple of seconds before Hakyeon finally materializes in front of his eyes, eyes gleaming with such joy it triggers a smile even though, as far as he could remember, Hakyeon is upset with him, for whatever reason. He doesn't say a word, but he really doesn't need to.
"It's snowing, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon says, a child-like innocence rolling off him (Wonshik had to remind himself many, many times that he was actually dating a twenty six years old man) and he shakes him harder, bounces on top of him a couple times as his fingers clutch at his upper arms.
"Let's go outside." Wonshik is still dazed but he doesn't question, simply does what Hakyeon wants, not that he would have had another choice for he is already yanked outside, hair sticking out everywhere and sleep still shadowing his eyes. Hakyeon laces their fingers as they step outside, pulls him along so they can stay on the small patio in their yard, Hakyeon catching snowflakes on his tongue. Wonshik's heart melts. He squeezes Hakyeon's hand tighter, his stomach roils and his heart thumps almost painfully. "I am sorry," he says and it catches Hakyeon's attention who looks at him with a half forgiving, half triumphant smile - Wonshik both hates and loves that smile.
"You know what you did?" Hakyeon speaks, snowflakes clinging to his lashes and when Wonshik shakes his head innocently, he frowns. "He called me short, Wonshik! And you did not say anything." Hakyeon pouts and Wonshik tries very, very hard not to burst into laughter right there and then, knowing the consequences. He suppresses it, inhaling the cold air slowly. "You are short, Hakyeon." He says matter of factly and Hakyeon's fist collides with his shoulder. "I am one hundred eighty centimeters.." He starts, some of the snowflakes melting on his lips and on his tongue as he speaks and Wonshik approaches him with an upsettingly wide smile, an arched eyebrow. Hakyeon lowers his head and Wonshik ruffles his hair with gentleness, the snowflakes drifting away to dance in the air. "One hundred seventy eight centimeters.. of pure awesomeness, alright." He huffs, and in his anger chokes on the cold air, Wonshik immediately by his side to soothe him, arms coiled so tight around his torso, making Hakyeon warm. "I never denied that," Wonshik whispers and Hakyeon hides his face in his chest, "plus, I like it that you are shorter than me. I love it when sometimes you stand on your tippy toes to kiss me. I love it when you tug at my collar to bring my lips down to meet yours. I love it when you whine and complain about it, and I love it because you also love that I am taller than you, so you can do all these things." Hakyeon's cheeks are no longer pink only from the frost and he raises his head up to meet Wonshik's eyes. "Acting as if you know me.." Wonshik shushes him when he seals their lips together and Hakyeon can't help but smile into it, pulling away gently. "This is our five thousandth kiss." Hakyeon pushes him away, laughing, snowflakes clinging to his hair, his clothes, his lashes and he is so, so beautiful. "Or was it our ten thousandth?" Wonshik asks playfully, gathering Hakyeon in his arms again.
II. "All I want for Christmas is you"
There are sparkling lights everywhere, the smell of winter wafted in the air and he blows gently, a column of air sliding out his throat. He beams, tucking the thick scarf against his neck better, walking into the house. He is welcomed by smiles equally as bright that only dim a little when they realize he has come alone, no arm around his shoulder or hands on his waist, no hoarse, scratchy voice wishing them a merry Christmas. Hakyeon's own smile dwindles a tad, but he tries to be as cheerful as possible, "Merry Christmas," he says, sincerely, turning around to gesture to the trunk of his car, "I will need someone to help me carry the presents." His mother looks fondly at him before she engulfs him into a tight embrace and his father, too, hugs him briefly before stepping outside, mist making him squint his eyes as he rushes to his son's car. Hakyeon pats gently on Wonshik's mother shoulder when they hug, exchanges a sad smile with his lover's father. "Wonshikkie was called last minute," he relays softly, a hint of wistfulness in his tone. "They said they were short staffed, and since he's in first year.. you know how they treat them. They need to do anything." Another dejected smile surfaces, but despite the regret clawing at him that Wonshik won't be there with them, he is also happy because Wonshik is doing what he's always wanted, no matter how hard it is, he rarely ever complains, takes it all and only works harder and harder. Hakyeon is so, so proud and he doesn't fail to tell him that every time he feels Wonshik's confidence plummet.
The night progresses relatively quickly, and despite the bubble of happiness surrounding him (because Hakyeon could never be sad on Christmas, everything was too festive around him to really allow room for any sort of melancholy) Hakyeon feels as if it deflates, pricked by a huge needle when he notes the absence of Wonshik even more, when there are no joyful hollers or hands wandering on his waist or kisses under the mistletoe. His mother notices how his expression shifts and she knows how he feels, overlaps his hand with hers and squeezes gently. "Go see him," she encourages, and Hakyeon wants that more than anything else at this very moment, but he knows Wonshik is most probably busy. "I'm sure he will be happy to see you too, Hakyeon," she insists, "if you do just even that, I know you both will feel better." His stomach twists, he wants to go see Wonshik, but he flounders - for a moment, because then he's out the door with an apologetic smile and his thickest scarf cradled to his chest as he heads out in the chilly night, the sight of the glittering sky above surprising him, making a wider grin tug at his lips. The travel there feels too long, even though the roads are mostly empty, and when he finally finds himself in front of the hospital, he exhales a sigh of relief, traipsing inside and feeling small, as if he barges in what he shouldn't have, but he can't help himself.
He doesn't exactly know where to find Wonshik, but after asking around, a couple of pretty nurses tell him where they'd seen him last time; the way their eyes light up at hearing his lover's name makes Hakyeon scrunch his nose, but he doesn't have time for that. Rushing down the hallway, he stops abruptly when he notices Wonshik's figure leant against the wall at the other end of the large corridor. His eyes are closed and his head bangs against the wall with a soft thud and Hakyeon can see he is exhausted, can feel the tiredness emanate and his heart stings. His steps are quick as he saunters towards him and Wonshik doesn't have time to say a word, breathless. Hakyeon throws his arms around his shoulders and buries his face in his chest, torsos pressed together and he feels like he melts into Wonshik, a happy smile tugging at his lips. Wonshik cups his jaw, tilts his head so they can meet eyes.
"Hakyeon, why-"
"I couldn't not be with you on Christmas." Wonshik's eyes speak of fondness when he looks at Hakyeon, a small, tired chuckle making its way past his lips, fingers stroking affectionately at the hair above Hakyeon's nape.
"It's quiet now, but it might get worse later,"
"I'll stay with you," Hakyeon's words flow right after his and his lips curve in a loving smile as Hakyeon turns sheepish, "I mean, if I'm allowed to." Wonshik leans onto him, chin rested on his shoulder and Hakyeon's scent - sugary sweet, concotion of rose and freesia and some others Wonshik couldn't remember - relaxes him, a surge of elation breaking out, the bitterness he'd felt all thoroughout the evening fizzling out. Hakyeon fumbles for something in his pocket and when he victoriously cheers, Wonshik can't stifle a laugh when he sees a tattered mistletoe hanging above their heads. "Come on, kiss me, my arm is starting to get numb!" Hakyeon whines and Wonshik's softer, fatigued laughter fills the air again as he snags the mistletoe from Hakyeon and tucks it away in his own pocket. "I don't need a mistletoe to kiss you again and again, dummy," he scolds tenderly and they both flush with warmth as Wonshik hauls Hakyeon to his chest and kisses him, gentle and languid.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Wonshikkie."
III. a warm glow from a fireplace
"We're lost." It was flatly said, not a question, but a certainty. Wonshik looked troubled, didn't respond at first, but then his mouth opened and he mumbled, wary of any onslaught.
"No, I just made a detour.. look how beautiful it is outside, babe." Hakyeon looked at him with an incredulous expression, and Wonshik noticed a vague mocking note in it.
"I'm freezing to death!" Wonshik flinched, clutching the steering wheel with his other hand, too, the one that was running up and down his thigh to warm it up.
"The heater.. " Wonshik mumbled timidly, "I think the heater broke." The roll of eyes that came from Hakyeon was imminent and so were the pout and the way he turned away from him, gathered the blanket on his lap and let it encase him like a cocoon.
"We are in the middle of nowhere and the heater is broken. We will freeze to death, this is what will happen." Hakyeon huffed out, and Wonshik sighed as if he had been defeated in this pointless fight of egos. He stepped on the break and parked the car; probably shouldn't have done it on another person's property, but it will just have to do - it was too late to knock at someone's door and he hoped they could at least stay curled up together in the car until morning sneaked in. As soon as the drone of the car fizzled out, Hakyeon took Wonshik's hand and tugged it under the blanket, running fingertips over the cold skin, head however still turned away from his boyfriend. Wonshik stuck close to him, letting his hand nestle between Hakyeon's thighs and his cold nose brush at his neck.
"I thought this was the way, I swear..."
"Shush." He said nothing more.
A noise startled Wonshik and Hakyeon, already having been on the verge of sleep, rose with a moan of frustration. "What's it?" He inquired, but got no reply as Wonshik stretched a bit over him to look out their window. He recoiled with a small gasp as he saw a man, heart thumping before it settled to slower, more relaxed beats. The man was much older and Wonshik bowed his head politely as the window was slid down. "Can I help with anything?" The man offered and Hakyeon glanced at Wonshik, encouraged him with a nod. "We are lost.. we don't really have a place to sleep in tonight." He said sheepishly, not knowing if the man was actually going to go to the extent of letting two strangers in his house. But to their surprise, he smiled kindly and beckoned them over with a hand.
"You can come inside. I don't have an extra bed, but there is a sofa in the living room." It sounded inviting but they were unsure, not wanting to disturb after all. "It's okay, my wife is already sleeping. My kids have moved out long ago." Hakyeon smiled shyly as they got out of the car and they took turns shaking the man's hand, introducing themselves before they stepped into the house. It was homely, a sweet smell lingering in the air. "My wife's been cooking a lot since she's retired. Come in, come in." He urged them on and Wonshik instinctively slipped his fingers through Hakyeon's, his boyfriend scolding him with a reprimading gaze before he wriggled out of his grasp. "The couch isn't too big, but I'm sure you won't mind if you are a bit cramped." He smiled knowingly and it had the heat rise in their cheeks; the man was rather observant, catching on fast. "If you have some more blankets yourself.."
Hakyeon ambled outside and to the car to retrive more blankets and returned with an armful of them and some other things he deemed necessary. "I'll excuse myself, then." The man said and Wonshik pulled slightly on his elbow before he was gone. "Thank you." He only grinned and patted Wonshik's arm gently. "I think you are too trusting, what if we are bad people, though?" Wonshik said worriedly and the man laughed. "My gut feeling tells me you are good kids. I trust it."
Wonshik smiled to himself and then turned around, taking in the sight of his cute, shivery boyfriend hemmed in the blanket, head tilted as if asking why he wasn't joining him yet. He slid under the blanket and tried to haul Hakyeon on his lap, but Hakyeon shifted, moved away as if he remembered something. Wonshik watched him with a glint of curiosity in his eyes, surveying his movements, eyebrows raised in surprise as Hakyeon reached for the bag of marshmallows he brought from the car and impaled one with a stick (Wonshik remembered they shared candy cotton yesterday). Sliding to the floor, Hakyeon scooted closer to the flames dancing in the fireplace, the bright coral light reflecting in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"S'mores." Hakyeon replied, tone dull. "I'm hungry." Wonshik joined him, snagging the blanket with him and splaying it on Hakyeon's back and shoulders. "Do we even have chocolate?" Hakyeon dipped his head in a nod, then rested it on Wonshik's shoulder. "You know, we should have a fireplace in our future home." Wonshik said with a casualness that made Hakyeon grin beside him.
"So, you're saying we're getting married later, Wonshikkie?" He prodded, poking his side childishly, "Are you asking me to marry you?" Wonshik jerked away due to the insistent pokes, then split his legs and pulled Hakyeon in between, cheek mushed against his nape. "Wonshik!" Hakyeon persisted, a wide smile curling his lips, the clearest display of fondness shown on his face. Wonshik stayed silent, face pressed against the soft curve of Hakyeon's shoulder, picturing the small, soft hued box that has laid hidden under his clothes for too long - and he realized, warmth swarming in his chest, that it was time.
IV. hot chocolate
It's edging into winter. The harsh wind bites at his skin and he tugs on the scarf, pulls it closer to cover his mouth. He is certain he deserves a small dose of happiness after the disastrous exam and walks in the recently inaugurated coffeehouse, lured in by divine, strong coffee aroma. Unfamiliar, he plops on the seat beside the window, peeks outside only to joyfully notice masses of snowflakes cascading down and blanketing the ground to protect it preciously. A young waiter approaches him and his eyes wander to find his name tag, but notices none; he chuckles and the boy's eyebrow curves, asking for explanation, but Wonshik dismisses him kindly after he places his order, hot chocolate and a mocha with a layer of espresso on top. He takes two sips of the hot, steaming beverage and notes to let it cool down after he burns his tongue. The cafe is quiet, only a few people at the tables - he can count them on his fingers, but he likes the placid atmosphere. His gaze is caught by a cup of coffee and the straw that peeks from it and he's amused, corners of his lips curling upwards. Who even drinks hot chocolate from a straw? His gaze roves higher, over a gossamer scarf curled around his neck and then settles on the stranger's beautiful face. The glossed lips move silently as if he's reading words to himself, and probably he is, seeing as he has a lump of paper in front of him, and more sheets splayed on the table. Wonshik's interest is piqued, but he doesn't know what to do, intrude in a person's private space especially as he is obviously preoccupied with something or be a simple observer. The curiosity gets the better of him and he stands, walks to the man's table with a sheepish face but bold words as he asks if he can sit down. He gets a timid nod in response, but then is surprised as the stranger isn't shy at all, instead initiates the conversation he so badly wanted to, but failed and instead stared at his face. And he stares a little more. But the other man, Cha Hakyeon as he learned, is no better than him, gawking with lovely curiosity, soaking up every shift of expression and Wonshik adores it.
"I wanted to ask you," Wonshik starts after he sips on his now manageable coffee, "how come you drink chocolate with a straw? I think that's weird. And kind of cute."
"I don't, usually," Hakyeon replies, a soft flush risen in his cheeks, "but just when I have so many papers around me and I'm afraid of spilling it and soiling my work."
"What are you working on?" Wonshik pries, tries to find as many questions as possible (which is not difficult, because so many swirl in his head) and prolong their time spent together.
"I'm studying business and management.. it's an important project I gotta hand in soon." Wonshik nods, "I'm in medical school," he blurts, suddenly embarrassed because he hadn't been asked.
"You must be very hard working," Hakyeon compliments as he arranges his tousled bangs, "I'm sure you will be a great doctor in the future." Wonshik smiles, almost stupidly giddy at the encouragement he's been given.
Hakyeon plucks the straw from his cup and instead blows a little at the chocolate, lips pursed. His next words die in his throat when he feels soft lips against his, Wonshik's fingers splayed on his cheeks and his head cants to deepen it, pulling away after a long moment with a huff.
"You didn't kiss me when we first met, Wonshik! Why aren't you doing this correctly?" Wonshik laughs, intertwining his fingers with Hakyeon's over the table, tenderly tightening his hold.
"But I wanted to kiss you so much back then when you did that." He clarifies and Hakyeon feels his face heat up before he spills a peppy chuckle. "What even was the purpose of recreating our first meeting, baby?"
"I wanted to feel that wonderful nervousness again." Hakyeon slides his chair closer and curls up to Wonshik, the soft mop of hair colliding with his shoulder. Wonshik grins, leans his head on Hakyeon's gently.
"And did you?"
"Yeah."
"Me, too."
V. searching for hidden gifts
"I know it's ballet shoes." Hakyeon said out of the blue, fiddling with Wonshik's pinky finger while his other hand gripped a set of papers he was leafing through. Wonshik's attention diverted from his laptop to Hakyeon, a fond smile curling his lips while he weaved his fingers through Hakyeon's and squeezed his hand gently.
"No, it's not," he denied for the hundredth time, tugging Hakyeon towards him so he could nestle him to his chest, kiss his temple.
"I'm pretty sure it is," Hakyeon insisted, his nose creasing, "when I told you my ballet shoes are worn out, you did that thing."
"What thing?" Wonshik tilted his head, confusion dressing his features. Hakyeon leaned into him more and sneaked his cold hand under Wonshik's shirt, making him hiss.
"You rolled your eyes. Like, you look at the ceiling for a few seconds when you concentrate on something." Hakyeon relayed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Wonshik was baffled.
"Do I?"
"Yeah."
"So, maybe I was concentrating on the image of you in tights." Wonshik grinned, and the subsequent smack on his tummy didn't make his smirk falter.
"No, you thought, this. This is what I'm getting Hakyeon for Christmas." Hakyeon persisted, falling off Wonshik's lap and neglecting his papers, looking around with a scrutinizing eye.
"I bet it's somewhere close. I can feel it."
"Are you going to play detective now?" Wonshik teased, following Hakyeon as he searched in every nook and cranny. Hakyeon was stubborn, and Wonshik was the slightest apprehensive he'd be busted too soon.
He would have to improvise.
"Aha!" Hakyeon hollered, a joyous yelp resonating in the room and waking Wonshik up from his reverie. Wonshik kind of panicked.
"Baby.. " Wonshik pleaded futilely, and Hakyeon winkled the white box from underneath the enormous stack of caps Wonshik owned.
"Quite predictable, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon clicked his tongue, mirth visible in his expression. "If this isn't a shoe box, then I don't know what it is."
"Hakyeon.. " his tone held a hint of warning, though his voice was small and he ducked his head. Hakyeon was startled when the box was pried out of his hands and he looked at Wonshik, eyes wide.
"Let me.. let me put them on for you."
"So, it is ballet shoes, after all." Hakyeon said with a brilliant smile, a rosy tint in his cheeks when Wonshik knelt down.
Wonshik shook his head, trembling fingers gripping the velvety, delicate shoes. He then grabbed Hakyeon's socked foot and gently slid it into the right shoe.
Hakyeon's face scrunched up.
"There's something in it.. Wonshik." He pulled his foot out, then leaned down to take it from Wonshik's hand, peeking inside and noticing the pastel blue handkerchief that clearly encased something. He picked it up.
Wonshik was still kneeling, now on one knee, his elbow propped up on his raised thigh as he tipped his head so he could watch Hakyeon. Fretful and scared, his stomach bubbling, unable to ease the nervousness.
Hakyeon's heart surged. The crystal embedded in the center was shimmery, the edges shiny as well. He felt at a loss for words, arm falling as if numb to rest against his side and Wonshik snagged the ring from his fingers, barely succeeding in holding it properly.
Hakyeon was already teary-eyed, looking as if he could burst into sobs any minute and Wonshik was even more overwhelmed when he knelt down beside him, touched his face, running his fingertips from his cheekbones down to his jaw.
"Hakyeon," he started off shakily and Hakyeon skimmed his fingertip over his lip gently, leaning forward to kiss him. It made Wonshik's confidence escalate and it made him once again realize why he loved Hakyeon - they were each other's crutch, they were worlds that collided and blended perfectly and as sappy as it sounded, Wonshik knew there was no better fit for him than Hakyeon.
There were a few words he prepared, of course, but they slipped from his mind as soon as he saw Hakyeon's nervous but delighted face, the gorgeous smile that never failed to make his heart burn with affection.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon promptly mimicked his words.
"I want you to be mine," Hakyeon was glowing, a small chuckle spilled when the tears threatened to fall.
"I'm already yours. Forever."
Wonshik felt tears gathering at the edges of his eyes.
"I want you to marry me," Wonshik's voice cracked, a tear sliding down his cheek that Hakyeon quickly wiped away, ignoring the glistening trails on his own face.
"Yes. Yes, I will," Hakyeon croaked out, letting Wonshik take his hand and slide the ring onto his finger. It was a perfect fit.
He was pulled to a warm chest next, face burrowing in Wonshik's shoulder as he half-sobbed, half-laughed, holding him tightly.
VI. taking dog for a walk in the snow
He really had named it Butt.
Hakyeon laughed too hard when he heard about it, clinging with one hand to Wonshik's shoulder and the other wiping faux tears. If Wonshik really thought his ass was underappreciated, he only had to ask for compliments - Hakyeon had plenty about it. Wonshik insisted, though, with an endearingly naive look, one day he just knew the name of his pug would be Butt, and it had stuck, adhered too strongly for him to even entertain the possibility of another choice.
He was obedient and gentle, save for the few times he managed to climb into the bed and roll just beside them and they both blushed as if caught in the act by one of their mothers. It was highly embarrassing and they didn't even know why, but Hakyeon whined and kicked at Wonshik's shoulder and the ultimate solution was drifting to the bathroom and jolting the door closed.
Hakyeon had gotten him for their sixth month anniversary, after having listening to Wonshik rambling about how cute pugs were and after having been shown countless and countless pictures of pudgy, wrinkly and adorable puppies stored in his phone. It was a pleasure to see Wonshik's eyes light up. Deed done well.
People's surprise and fluster were entertaining, and Wonshik's very mild embarrassment was also to be enjoyed. They had gotten attached to him pretty quickly, and Wonshik got used to coming home to Hakyeon petting the puppy on his lap, on the brink of sleep. He cherished it, a smile tugging at his lips at the lovely display.
"My toes are freezing." Wonshik complained, sliding the bag off his shoulder and shedding his coat. Hakyeon put the sleeping puppy aside after a few more loving strokes. He urged Wonshik to lay close to him and brought his feet in his lap, fingers cupping his toes playfully, a mischievous smile gracing his lips. But then he rubbed over his socks softly and Wonshik could feel his feet warm up slowly; he sighed.
"It's late December, why didn't you get thicker socks? Maybe you should loose this pair of boots, and get the other one, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon gathered him close to press a kiss to his temple, then one on each of the frost kissed cheeks. He was warm and lithe and comfortable and Wonshik pulled him closer with a whine.
"I know, I know, they aren't as fashionable, but still." Hakyeon insisted with a soft grumble and Wonshik refused to bargain with him, instead chose to slide closer and burrow his face in Hakyeon's neck, slip his hand under his shirt and caress a plat of warm skin. Hakyeon gasped.
"You're freezing." He let Wonshik steal the warmth from him, leaning into him with a soft sigh, slanting his head to kiss him.
Wonshik scunched his eyes up when he looked out the window that next morning - everything was obscenely white, garish and dazzling, making his eyes hurt. And Hakyeon was too damn giddy, nowhere near matching his sluggishness, apathy practically rolling off him.
"We gotta take our darling outside, c'mon, Wonshikkie. He whimpered and scratched at the door all morning." Wonshik groaned, a sound that startled the puppy and Hakyeon was quick to smack over his shoulder in reprimand. He clicked his tongue. "Scaring our baby like that.. "
Wonshik didn't argue, simply because he didn't have the energy to do so. Butt sprinted outside happily and it triggered his chuckle, and Hakyeon's, who stepped closer to lace arms with him. In spite of his initial scowls and unwillingness, he was glad they went for a stroll, even though the ice cold weather kind of paralyzed his smile. He scooted closer to Hakyeon and adjusted his scarf, over his nose and his lips that caught a hint of bluish hue.
"Your butt is cute, Wonshik." Hakyeon said serenely, arm dropping so he could meld their fingers, a tight grip.
"He's the cutest." Wonshik agreed as he fondly watched the baby pug roll around in the snow. He noticed the grasp on his fingers slackened and yelped softly when Hakyeon grabbed at his rear, blithely correcting him.
"I meant, your ass is very nice, baby."
Wonshik countered with a smack on his boyfriend's rump.
"I don't think it beats yours, babe."
Hakyeon laughingly chased after him afterwards, puppy trailing behind him and he rejoiced when they caught him, both slumping on him with a muffled thud.
I. snowflakes or first snowfall
The window is covered with frost, even though it has not really snowed yet; Hakyeon pokes at the sleety, frozen glass insistently, nail hammering onto the surface with an annoying sound. A sigh is breathed out, the glass fogging up instantly and Hakyeon scratches at it more. He doesn't look back to where Wonshik stands, confused and maybe even hurt, splayed on the huge sofa they bought last Christmas. Wonshik wouldn't understand, Hakyeon knows, he wouldn't know how it feels, so that is why it was so easy for him to brush it away. But it made Hakyeon boil, that he had not defended him, had not stood up for him in front of that monster and instead found amusement in the way that kid gamboled with him. It was pricking his self-esteem, really. It was not his fault that the others just had better genes. He hears Wonshik make a sound behind him, something akin to a snore, but so much softer. Eyebrows lowered, he turns back only for a grimace to dress his features - the other man has, indeed, fallen asleep while worrying, probably. It was Wonshik so he expected no less, but felt a sting of ire nevertheless. His finger stops tracing, scratching, poking at the icy glass when the tip of it becomes red and numb. He drags the edge of his tongue over it and hisses. It is incredibly cold and it makes him shiver. A sigh is followed by another sigh and another; it is warm inside, his fluffy sweater only adding to the pleasant heat and he curls his fingers to clench them onto his sleeves, bringing his hands up to cup his chin as he continues to look out the window. He can see, through the sphere of clean glass, the couple that lived just in front of their house, fighting about something, the girl gesturing quite wildly to the other girl who seemed sheepish, maybe even ashamed. He wonders for a moment if there is some sort of spell cast over the street that makes them all fight with each other. It dissolves soon though, when his thoughts drift to other directions.
This season holds a special meaning for them - it's not like Hakyeon could ever forget the pink, pink tinge on Wonshik's nose after he fell, slipping on ice after he kissed him, cheek smashed against the awfully cold ice beneath. Hakyeon had stopped immediately, incredibly worried, crouched so he could see if he was alright, but Wonshik only laughed, nose red and eyes teary and Hakyeon couldn't help but chuckle along with him, leaning down to give him their second kiss. It makes his stomach stir in a pleasant way, the memory, a smile sneaking onto his face without him even realizing it. It takes a few moments before he focuses, eyes straining a bit as he scratches again at the window, the taintless circle becoming larger and his eyes do as well with it. For a moment, he thinks he is dreaming. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky and his eyes light up with unadulterated joy, a squeal leaving his mouth. Wonshik stirs in his sleep, mouth by then hanging open and Hakyeon cannot even feel the mild irritation towards his boyfriend anymore, skipping to the couch to sit astride his lap and shake him with such vigor that Wonshik, despite usually being a log when he sleeps, rises immediately, alarmed. He is confused for a couple of seconds before Hakyeon finally materializes in front of his eyes, eyes gleaming with such joy it triggers a smile even though, as far as he could remember, Hakyeon is upset with him, for whatever reason. He doesn't say a word, but he really doesn't need to.
"It's snowing, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon says, a child-like innocence rolling off him (Wonshik had to remind himself many, many times that he was actually dating a twenty six years old man) and he shakes him harder, bounces on top of him a couple times as his fingers clutch at his upper arms.
"Let's go outside." Wonshik is still dazed but he doesn't question, simply does what Hakyeon wants, not that he would have had another choice for he is already yanked outside, hair sticking out everywhere and sleep still shadowing his eyes. Hakyeon laces their fingers as they step outside, pulls him along so they can stay on the small patio in their yard, Hakyeon catching snowflakes on his tongue. Wonshik's heart melts. He squeezes Hakyeon's hand tighter, his stomach roils and his heart thumps almost painfully. "I am sorry," he says and it catches Hakyeon's attention who looks at him with a half forgiving, half triumphant smile - Wonshik both hates and loves that smile.
"You know what you did?" Hakyeon speaks, snowflakes clinging to his lashes and when Wonshik shakes his head innocently, he frowns. "He called me short, Wonshik! And you did not say anything." Hakyeon pouts and Wonshik tries very, very hard not to burst into laughter right there and then, knowing the consequences. He suppresses it, inhaling the cold air slowly. "You are short, Hakyeon." He says matter of factly and Hakyeon's fist collides with his shoulder. "I am one hundred eighty centimeters.." He starts, some of the snowflakes melting on his lips and on his tongue as he speaks and Wonshik approaches him with an upsettingly wide smile, an arched eyebrow. Hakyeon lowers his head and Wonshik ruffles his hair with gentleness, the snowflakes drifting away to dance in the air. "One hundred seventy eight centimeters.. of pure awesomeness, alright." He huffs, and in his anger chokes on the cold air, Wonshik immediately by his side to soothe him, arms coiled so tight around his torso, making Hakyeon warm. "I never denied that," Wonshik whispers and Hakyeon hides his face in his chest, "plus, I like it that you are shorter than me. I love it when sometimes you stand on your tippy toes to kiss me. I love it when you tug at my collar to bring my lips down to meet yours. I love it when you whine and complain about it, and I love it because you also love that I am taller than you, so you can do all these things." Hakyeon's cheeks are no longer pink only from the frost and he raises his head up to meet Wonshik's eyes. "Acting as if you know me.." Wonshik shushes him when he seals their lips together and Hakyeon can't help but smile into it, pulling away gently. "This is our five thousandth kiss." Hakyeon pushes him away, laughing, snowflakes clinging to his hair, his clothes, his lashes and he is so, so beautiful. "Or was it our ten thousandth?" Wonshik asks playfully, gathering Hakyeon in his arms again.
II. "All I want for Christmas is you"
There are sparkling lights everywhere, the smell of winter wafted in the air and he blows gently, a column of air sliding out his throat. He beams, tucking the thick scarf against his neck better, walking into the house. He is welcomed by smiles equally as bright that only dim a little when they realize he has come alone, no arm around his shoulder or hands on his waist, no hoarse, scratchy voice wishing them a merry Christmas. Hakyeon's own smile dwindles a tad, but he tries to be as cheerful as possible, "Merry Christmas," he says, sincerely, turning around to gesture to the trunk of his car, "I will need someone to help me carry the presents." His mother looks fondly at him before she engulfs him into a tight embrace and his father, too, hugs him briefly before stepping outside, mist making him squint his eyes as he rushes to his son's car. Hakyeon pats gently on Wonshik's mother shoulder when they hug, exchanges a sad smile with his lover's father. "Wonshikkie was called last minute," he relays softly, a hint of wistfulness in his tone. "They said they were short staffed, and since he's in first year.. you know how they treat them. They need to do anything." Another dejected smile surfaces, but despite the regret clawing at him that Wonshik won't be there with them, he is also happy because Wonshik is doing what he's always wanted, no matter how hard it is, he rarely ever complains, takes it all and only works harder and harder. Hakyeon is so, so proud and he doesn't fail to tell him that every time he feels Wonshik's confidence plummet.
The night progresses relatively quickly, and despite the bubble of happiness surrounding him (because Hakyeon could never be sad on Christmas, everything was too festive around him to really allow room for any sort of melancholy) Hakyeon feels as if it deflates, pricked by a huge needle when he notes the absence of Wonshik even more, when there are no joyful hollers or hands wandering on his waist or kisses under the mistletoe. His mother notices how his expression shifts and she knows how he feels, overlaps his hand with hers and squeezes gently. "Go see him," she encourages, and Hakyeon wants that more than anything else at this very moment, but he knows Wonshik is most probably busy. "I'm sure he will be happy to see you too, Hakyeon," she insists, "if you do just even that, I know you both will feel better." His stomach twists, he wants to go see Wonshik, but he flounders - for a moment, because then he's out the door with an apologetic smile and his thickest scarf cradled to his chest as he heads out in the chilly night, the sight of the glittering sky above surprising him, making a wider grin tug at his lips. The travel there feels too long, even though the roads are mostly empty, and when he finally finds himself in front of the hospital, he exhales a sigh of relief, traipsing inside and feeling small, as if he barges in what he shouldn't have, but he can't help himself.
He doesn't exactly know where to find Wonshik, but after asking around, a couple of pretty nurses tell him where they'd seen him last time; the way their eyes light up at hearing his lover's name makes Hakyeon scrunch his nose, but he doesn't have time for that. Rushing down the hallway, he stops abruptly when he notices Wonshik's figure leant against the wall at the other end of the large corridor. His eyes are closed and his head bangs against the wall with a soft thud and Hakyeon can see he is exhausted, can feel the tiredness emanate and his heart stings. His steps are quick as he saunters towards him and Wonshik doesn't have time to say a word, breathless. Hakyeon throws his arms around his shoulders and buries his face in his chest, torsos pressed together and he feels like he melts into Wonshik, a happy smile tugging at his lips. Wonshik cups his jaw, tilts his head so they can meet eyes.
"Hakyeon, why-"
"I couldn't not be with you on Christmas." Wonshik's eyes speak of fondness when he looks at Hakyeon, a small, tired chuckle making its way past his lips, fingers stroking affectionately at the hair above Hakyeon's nape.
"It's quiet now, but it might get worse later,"
"I'll stay with you," Hakyeon's words flow right after his and his lips curve in a loving smile as Hakyeon turns sheepish, "I mean, if I'm allowed to." Wonshik leans onto him, chin rested on his shoulder and Hakyeon's scent - sugary sweet, concotion of rose and freesia and some others Wonshik couldn't remember - relaxes him, a surge of elation breaking out, the bitterness he'd felt all thoroughout the evening fizzling out. Hakyeon fumbles for something in his pocket and when he victoriously cheers, Wonshik can't stifle a laugh when he sees a tattered mistletoe hanging above their heads. "Come on, kiss me, my arm is starting to get numb!" Hakyeon whines and Wonshik's softer, fatigued laughter fills the air again as he snags the mistletoe from Hakyeon and tucks it away in his own pocket. "I don't need a mistletoe to kiss you again and again, dummy," he scolds tenderly and they both flush with warmth as Wonshik hauls Hakyeon to his chest and kisses him, gentle and languid.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Wonshikkie."
III. a warm glow from a fireplace
"We're lost." It was flatly said, not a question, but a certainty. Wonshik looked troubled, didn't respond at first, but then his mouth opened and he mumbled, wary of any onslaught.
"No, I just made a detour.. look how beautiful it is outside, babe." Hakyeon looked at him with an incredulous expression, and Wonshik noticed a vague mocking note in it.
"I'm freezing to death!" Wonshik flinched, clutching the steering wheel with his other hand, too, the one that was running up and down his thigh to warm it up.
"The heater.. " Wonshik mumbled timidly, "I think the heater broke." The roll of eyes that came from Hakyeon was imminent and so were the pout and the way he turned away from him, gathered the blanket on his lap and let it encase him like a cocoon.
"We are in the middle of nowhere and the heater is broken. We will freeze to death, this is what will happen." Hakyeon huffed out, and Wonshik sighed as if he had been defeated in this pointless fight of egos. He stepped on the break and parked the car; probably shouldn't have done it on another person's property, but it will just have to do - it was too late to knock at someone's door and he hoped they could at least stay curled up together in the car until morning sneaked in. As soon as the drone of the car fizzled out, Hakyeon took Wonshik's hand and tugged it under the blanket, running fingertips over the cold skin, head however still turned away from his boyfriend. Wonshik stuck close to him, letting his hand nestle between Hakyeon's thighs and his cold nose brush at his neck.
"I thought this was the way, I swear..."
"Shush." He said nothing more.
A noise startled Wonshik and Hakyeon, already having been on the verge of sleep, rose with a moan of frustration. "What's it?" He inquired, but got no reply as Wonshik stretched a bit over him to look out their window. He recoiled with a small gasp as he saw a man, heart thumping before it settled to slower, more relaxed beats. The man was much older and Wonshik bowed his head politely as the window was slid down. "Can I help with anything?" The man offered and Hakyeon glanced at Wonshik, encouraged him with a nod. "We are lost.. we don't really have a place to sleep in tonight." He said sheepishly, not knowing if the man was actually going to go to the extent of letting two strangers in his house. But to their surprise, he smiled kindly and beckoned them over with a hand.
"You can come inside. I don't have an extra bed, but there is a sofa in the living room." It sounded inviting but they were unsure, not wanting to disturb after all. "It's okay, my wife is already sleeping. My kids have moved out long ago." Hakyeon smiled shyly as they got out of the car and they took turns shaking the man's hand, introducing themselves before they stepped into the house. It was homely, a sweet smell lingering in the air. "My wife's been cooking a lot since she's retired. Come in, come in." He urged them on and Wonshik instinctively slipped his fingers through Hakyeon's, his boyfriend scolding him with a reprimading gaze before he wriggled out of his grasp. "The couch isn't too big, but I'm sure you won't mind if you are a bit cramped." He smiled knowingly and it had the heat rise in their cheeks; the man was rather observant, catching on fast. "If you have some more blankets yourself.."
Hakyeon ambled outside and to the car to retrive more blankets and returned with an armful of them and some other things he deemed necessary. "I'll excuse myself, then." The man said and Wonshik pulled slightly on his elbow before he was gone. "Thank you." He only grinned and patted Wonshik's arm gently. "I think you are too trusting, what if we are bad people, though?" Wonshik said worriedly and the man laughed. "My gut feeling tells me you are good kids. I trust it."
Wonshik smiled to himself and then turned around, taking in the sight of his cute, shivery boyfriend hemmed in the blanket, head tilted as if asking why he wasn't joining him yet. He slid under the blanket and tried to haul Hakyeon on his lap, but Hakyeon shifted, moved away as if he remembered something. Wonshik watched him with a glint of curiosity in his eyes, surveying his movements, eyebrows raised in surprise as Hakyeon reached for the bag of marshmallows he brought from the car and impaled one with a stick (Wonshik remembered they shared candy cotton yesterday). Sliding to the floor, Hakyeon scooted closer to the flames dancing in the fireplace, the bright coral light reflecting in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"S'mores." Hakyeon replied, tone dull. "I'm hungry." Wonshik joined him, snagging the blanket with him and splaying it on Hakyeon's back and shoulders. "Do we even have chocolate?" Hakyeon dipped his head in a nod, then rested it on Wonshik's shoulder. "You know, we should have a fireplace in our future home." Wonshik said with a casualness that made Hakyeon grin beside him.
"So, you're saying we're getting married later, Wonshikkie?" He prodded, poking his side childishly, "Are you asking me to marry you?" Wonshik jerked away due to the insistent pokes, then split his legs and pulled Hakyeon in between, cheek mushed against his nape. "Wonshik!" Hakyeon persisted, a wide smile curling his lips, the clearest display of fondness shown on his face. Wonshik stayed silent, face pressed against the soft curve of Hakyeon's shoulder, picturing the small, soft hued box that has laid hidden under his clothes for too long - and he realized, warmth swarming in his chest, that it was time.
IV. hot chocolate
It's edging into winter. The harsh wind bites at his skin and he tugs on the scarf, pulls it closer to cover his mouth. He is certain he deserves a small dose of happiness after the disastrous exam and walks in the recently inaugurated coffeehouse, lured in by divine, strong coffee aroma. Unfamiliar, he plops on the seat beside the window, peeks outside only to joyfully notice masses of snowflakes cascading down and blanketing the ground to protect it preciously. A young waiter approaches him and his eyes wander to find his name tag, but notices none; he chuckles and the boy's eyebrow curves, asking for explanation, but Wonshik dismisses him kindly after he places his order, hot chocolate and a mocha with a layer of espresso on top. He takes two sips of the hot, steaming beverage and notes to let it cool down after he burns his tongue. The cafe is quiet, only a few people at the tables - he can count them on his fingers, but he likes the placid atmosphere. His gaze is caught by a cup of coffee and the straw that peeks from it and he's amused, corners of his lips curling upwards. Who even drinks hot chocolate from a straw? His gaze roves higher, over a gossamer scarf curled around his neck and then settles on the stranger's beautiful face. The glossed lips move silently as if he's reading words to himself, and probably he is, seeing as he has a lump of paper in front of him, and more sheets splayed on the table. Wonshik's interest is piqued, but he doesn't know what to do, intrude in a person's private space especially as he is obviously preoccupied with something or be a simple observer. The curiosity gets the better of him and he stands, walks to the man's table with a sheepish face but bold words as he asks if he can sit down. He gets a timid nod in response, but then is surprised as the stranger isn't shy at all, instead initiates the conversation he so badly wanted to, but failed and instead stared at his face. And he stares a little more. But the other man, Cha Hakyeon as he learned, is no better than him, gawking with lovely curiosity, soaking up every shift of expression and Wonshik adores it.
"I wanted to ask you," Wonshik starts after he sips on his now manageable coffee, "how come you drink chocolate with a straw? I think that's weird. And kind of cute."
"I don't, usually," Hakyeon replies, a soft flush risen in his cheeks, "but just when I have so many papers around me and I'm afraid of spilling it and soiling my work."
"What are you working on?" Wonshik pries, tries to find as many questions as possible (which is not difficult, because so many swirl in his head) and prolong their time spent together.
"I'm studying business and management.. it's an important project I gotta hand in soon." Wonshik nods, "I'm in medical school," he blurts, suddenly embarrassed because he hadn't been asked.
"You must be very hard working," Hakyeon compliments as he arranges his tousled bangs, "I'm sure you will be a great doctor in the future." Wonshik smiles, almost stupidly giddy at the encouragement he's been given.
Hakyeon plucks the straw from his cup and instead blows a little at the chocolate, lips pursed. His next words die in his throat when he feels soft lips against his, Wonshik's fingers splayed on his cheeks and his head cants to deepen it, pulling away after a long moment with a huff.
"You didn't kiss me when we first met, Wonshik! Why aren't you doing this correctly?" Wonshik laughs, intertwining his fingers with Hakyeon's over the table, tenderly tightening his hold.
"But I wanted to kiss you so much back then when you did that." He clarifies and Hakyeon feels his face heat up before he spills a peppy chuckle. "What even was the purpose of recreating our first meeting, baby?"
"I wanted to feel that wonderful nervousness again." Hakyeon slides his chair closer and curls up to Wonshik, the soft mop of hair colliding with his shoulder. Wonshik grins, leans his head on Hakyeon's gently.
"And did you?"
"Yeah."
"Me, too."
V. searching for hidden gifts
"I know it's ballet shoes." Hakyeon said out of the blue, fiddling with Wonshik's pinky finger while his other hand gripped a set of papers he was leafing through. Wonshik's attention diverted from his laptop to Hakyeon, a fond smile curling his lips while he weaved his fingers through Hakyeon's and squeezed his hand gently.
"No, it's not," he denied for the hundredth time, tugging Hakyeon towards him so he could nestle him to his chest, kiss his temple.
"I'm pretty sure it is," Hakyeon insisted, his nose creasing, "when I told you my ballet shoes are worn out, you did that thing."
"What thing?" Wonshik tilted his head, confusion dressing his features. Hakyeon leaned into him more and sneaked his cold hand under Wonshik's shirt, making him hiss.
"You rolled your eyes. Like, you look at the ceiling for a few seconds when you concentrate on something." Hakyeon relayed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Wonshik was baffled.
"Do I?"
"Yeah."
"So, maybe I was concentrating on the image of you in tights." Wonshik grinned, and the subsequent smack on his tummy didn't make his smirk falter.
"No, you thought, this. This is what I'm getting Hakyeon for Christmas." Hakyeon persisted, falling off Wonshik's lap and neglecting his papers, looking around with a scrutinizing eye.
"I bet it's somewhere close. I can feel it."
"Are you going to play detective now?" Wonshik teased, following Hakyeon as he searched in every nook and cranny. Hakyeon was stubborn, and Wonshik was the slightest apprehensive he'd be busted too soon.
He would have to improvise.
"Aha!" Hakyeon hollered, a joyous yelp resonating in the room and waking Wonshik up from his reverie. Wonshik kind of panicked.
"Baby.. " Wonshik pleaded futilely, and Hakyeon winkled the white box from underneath the enormous stack of caps Wonshik owned.
"Quite predictable, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon clicked his tongue, mirth visible in his expression. "If this isn't a shoe box, then I don't know what it is."
"Hakyeon.. " his tone held a hint of warning, though his voice was small and he ducked his head. Hakyeon was startled when the box was pried out of his hands and he looked at Wonshik, eyes wide.
"Let me.. let me put them on for you."
"So, it is ballet shoes, after all." Hakyeon said with a brilliant smile, a rosy tint in his cheeks when Wonshik knelt down.
Wonshik shook his head, trembling fingers gripping the velvety, delicate shoes. He then grabbed Hakyeon's socked foot and gently slid it into the right shoe.
Hakyeon's face scrunched up.
"There's something in it.. Wonshik." He pulled his foot out, then leaned down to take it from Wonshik's hand, peeking inside and noticing the pastel blue handkerchief that clearly encased something. He picked it up.
Wonshik was still kneeling, now on one knee, his elbow propped up on his raised thigh as he tipped his head so he could watch Hakyeon. Fretful and scared, his stomach bubbling, unable to ease the nervousness.
Hakyeon's heart surged. The crystal embedded in the center was shimmery, the edges shiny as well. He felt at a loss for words, arm falling as if numb to rest against his side and Wonshik snagged the ring from his fingers, barely succeeding in holding it properly.
Hakyeon was already teary-eyed, looking as if he could burst into sobs any minute and Wonshik was even more overwhelmed when he knelt down beside him, touched his face, running his fingertips from his cheekbones down to his jaw.
"Hakyeon," he started off shakily and Hakyeon skimmed his fingertip over his lip gently, leaning forward to kiss him. It made Wonshik's confidence escalate and it made him once again realize why he loved Hakyeon - they were each other's crutch, they were worlds that collided and blended perfectly and as sappy as it sounded, Wonshik knew there was no better fit for him than Hakyeon.
There were a few words he prepared, of course, but they slipped from his mind as soon as he saw Hakyeon's nervous but delighted face, the gorgeous smile that never failed to make his heart burn with affection.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon promptly mimicked his words.
"I want you to be mine," Hakyeon was glowing, a small chuckle spilled when the tears threatened to fall.
"I'm already yours. Forever."
Wonshik felt tears gathering at the edges of his eyes.
"I want you to marry me," Wonshik's voice cracked, a tear sliding down his cheek that Hakyeon quickly wiped away, ignoring the glistening trails on his own face.
"Yes. Yes, I will," Hakyeon croaked out, letting Wonshik take his hand and slide the ring onto his finger. It was a perfect fit.
He was pulled to a warm chest next, face burrowing in Wonshik's shoulder as he half-sobbed, half-laughed, holding him tightly.
VI. taking dog for a walk in the snow
He really had named it Butt.
Hakyeon laughed too hard when he heard about it, clinging with one hand to Wonshik's shoulder and the other wiping faux tears. If Wonshik really thought his ass was underappreciated, he only had to ask for compliments - Hakyeon had plenty about it. Wonshik insisted, though, with an endearingly naive look, one day he just knew the name of his pug would be Butt, and it had stuck, adhered too strongly for him to even entertain the possibility of another choice.
He was obedient and gentle, save for the few times he managed to climb into the bed and roll just beside them and they both blushed as if caught in the act by one of their mothers. It was highly embarrassing and they didn't even know why, but Hakyeon whined and kicked at Wonshik's shoulder and the ultimate solution was drifting to the bathroom and jolting the door closed.
Hakyeon had gotten him for their sixth month anniversary, after having listening to Wonshik rambling about how cute pugs were and after having been shown countless and countless pictures of pudgy, wrinkly and adorable puppies stored in his phone. It was a pleasure to see Wonshik's eyes light up. Deed done well.
People's surprise and fluster were entertaining, and Wonshik's very mild embarrassment was also to be enjoyed. They had gotten attached to him pretty quickly, and Wonshik got used to coming home to Hakyeon petting the puppy on his lap, on the brink of sleep. He cherished it, a smile tugging at his lips at the lovely display.
"My toes are freezing." Wonshik complained, sliding the bag off his shoulder and shedding his coat. Hakyeon put the sleeping puppy aside after a few more loving strokes. He urged Wonshik to lay close to him and brought his feet in his lap, fingers cupping his toes playfully, a mischievous smile gracing his lips. But then he rubbed over his socks softly and Wonshik could feel his feet warm up slowly; he sighed.
"It's late December, why didn't you get thicker socks? Maybe you should loose this pair of boots, and get the other one, Wonshikkie." Hakyeon gathered him close to press a kiss to his temple, then one on each of the frost kissed cheeks. He was warm and lithe and comfortable and Wonshik pulled him closer with a whine.
"I know, I know, they aren't as fashionable, but still." Hakyeon insisted with a soft grumble and Wonshik refused to bargain with him, instead chose to slide closer and burrow his face in Hakyeon's neck, slip his hand under his shirt and caress a plat of warm skin. Hakyeon gasped.
"You're freezing." He let Wonshik steal the warmth from him, leaning into him with a soft sigh, slanting his head to kiss him.
Wonshik scunched his eyes up when he looked out the window that next morning - everything was obscenely white, garish and dazzling, making his eyes hurt. And Hakyeon was too damn giddy, nowhere near matching his sluggishness, apathy practically rolling off him.
"We gotta take our darling outside, c'mon, Wonshikkie. He whimpered and scratched at the door all morning." Wonshik groaned, a sound that startled the puppy and Hakyeon was quick to smack over his shoulder in reprimand. He clicked his tongue. "Scaring our baby like that.. "
Wonshik didn't argue, simply because he didn't have the energy to do so. Butt sprinted outside happily and it triggered his chuckle, and Hakyeon's, who stepped closer to lace arms with him. In spite of his initial scowls and unwillingness, he was glad they went for a stroll, even though the ice cold weather kind of paralyzed his smile. He scooted closer to Hakyeon and adjusted his scarf, over his nose and his lips that caught a hint of bluish hue.
"Your butt is cute, Wonshik." Hakyeon said serenely, arm dropping so he could meld their fingers, a tight grip.
"He's the cutest." Wonshik agreed as he fondly watched the baby pug roll around in the snow. He noticed the grasp on his fingers slackened and yelped softly when Hakyeon grabbed at his rear, blithely correcting him.
"I meant, your ass is very nice, baby."
Wonshik countered with a smack on his boyfriend's rump.
"I don't think it beats yours, babe."
Hakyeon laughingly chased after him afterwards, puppy trailing behind him and he rejoiced when they caught him, both slumping on him with a muffled thud.