Dashing Through the Snow
Dashing Through the Snow | Jongin/Kyungsoo | ~2.5k | PG | It's safe to say that Baekhyun-hyung is a little right. (christmas!au)
I practically live at Kyungsoo-hyung's house.
If you ask me why, I'll tell you that it's because Kyungsoo-hyung's family is rich and they have indoor plumbing, whereas at my house, I have to go outside in the God forsaken weather and risk getting frostbite just so I can take a shit.
I'd also bring up how his house is over three thousand square feet large (like, twice the size of mine and I have two big sisters too) and only houses him and his parents; it can use another occupant anyway. Maybe also the huge windows and automatic heater, way better than the prison peeper-holes and wood stoves I have. There's also the two cows, three cats, and entire working sled team of ten huskies, complete with sled and everything.
But, even though that is technically all true, that is not the main reason I stay there almost 24/7. I just say that to save my pride because I am not a hopeless romantic, and no, Baekhyun-hyung, I do not have a “wittle crushy wushy.”
I just really like Kyungsoo-hyung, that's all.
I was born in Seoul, South Korea and lived there happily for around the first nine years of my life. I made the most asshole friend in the history of friends, and his name is Baekhyun-hyung. We were inseparable until we packed our bags and left on the same day, but he stopped in Wenatchee, Washington and I kept going on to Juneau, Alaska. Thus we parted ways and exchanged new phone numbers, which is now, like, the only way we stay in touch which is really annoying because now he has a girlfriend and a new best friend and he's still a dick.
Kyungsoo-hyung is a full grown Alaska boy, coming first from the tippy top of the world, a city called Barrow, Alaska, where I'm sure he was woken up every morning with frozen nuts, it's that cold.
I met Kyungsoo-hyung when I was twelve and he was thirteen when he moved in and became my new next-door neighbor. Not like I consider him that, because his house is seven miles away, forty minutes by safe-speed on the four-wheeler. My mom forced me into my snow suit and hat and made me go over to his house when they'd been there for a week because she heard they had a son my age and she thought I needed more friends. Baekhyun-hyung didn't count anymore by then.
I was really mad at her because how could she disregard Baekhyun-hyung like that? But when I drove up to the front of the massive house and saw a boy who was slightly smaller than me in a sweater and jeans rolling around in the snow with four husky puppies, I completely forgot about Baekhyun-hyung for a whole day, which is something I should not have told him because he still holds that against me (especially when he's falsely accusing me of having a crush on my new best friend).
I hopped off of the four-wheeler and went up to him, and I stuttered a little when I introduced myself and my situation. But I have to admit, I sounded pretty official for a twelve-year-old boy. “I'm Kim Jongin. I live seven miles that way,” I said and pointed in the direction the tracks disappeared in. “My mom wanted me to make more friends, so here I am!”
“I'm Do Kyungsoo, I live eight yards that way,” he said and pointed at his house. “My mom wanted me to exercise the new litter before she started tutoring me, so here I am!” and right then and there I decided I liked Kyungsoo-hyung because that was the smartest fucking answer I had ever heard.
He got out of the snow, wiped off the snow the best he could, while still looking cool, from his knit sweater and jeans and asked me if I wanted to come inside. I, awestruck about the sheer size and beauty of the house he lived in, said yes so quickly that it's embarrassing. He picked up two puppies and asked me to get the others, which I did with a little trouble because they were squirming, and we went to the barn and set them with a tired-looking female husky before Kyungsoo-hyung took my hand and we went running into the house.
The whole time it hadn't really sunk in that he was wearing a sweater and jeans and looked totally fine and I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and a snowsuit and was still cold. But when it did, I asked and that's when he told me where he was from, and that's where our little tradition first started.
“I'm from a place that's the closest you can get to the North Pole!” he exclaimed when we entered the mud room and began to take off our boots. It took longer for me to get undressed because I had a snowsuit, and when we finished, Kyungsoo-hyung led me out of the room and into the kitchen, that was so big and pretty.
“Mommy, this is Jongin. He's our next-door neighbor,” he said and pointed to me. “Can we play for a little bit?”
His mom nodded, and Kyungsoo-hyung grabbed my hand and led me up a staircase. “If I listened hard enough when I was falling asleep, I could hear the elves making the toys!” It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but I soon remembered that I asked where he lived. “It was so cold, it almost never got warmer than freezing, but mommy said that's because Santa's reindeer need the cold environment to practice their flying.”
I nodded. We got to a door in the hallway and Kyungsoo-hyung opened it and led me inside. It was a pretty cool room, and it still hasn't changed almost at all since that first day I saw it. There's a four poster bed in the center of the wall with a nightstand on either side. There's lots of blankets and bookshelves full of books. On the window, there's a window-seat that has a cushion and pillows on it, where we soon will sit every Christmas Eve.
Kyungsoo-hyung really likes Christmas.
It's his favorite holiday, needless to say. He spends the whole year making lists and being the best he can be so Santa will come. He's eighteen years old and still believes in Santa. That's part of the reason I love, I mean like, Kyungsoo-hyung so much. He's so innocent, the type of innocence that comes from a boy who's only had one friend other than his parents his whole life.
When we were little, when we first met, he spent the whole first month and a half we had together telling me everything he knew about Santa Claus and the North Pole. By then, I already knew it was my mom and dad who pretended to be the big man in a red suit, and they didn't even try to be a Santa anymore. Everything went from “with love, from Santa” to “from Mom and Dad” when I was eight. Kyungsoo-hyung's parents must work really hard to keep his fantasies supported, I mean they change up their handwriting and buy different wrapping paper and everything.
The first Christmas we shared, Kyungsoo-hyung made cookies and milk and set them on an end-table by the Christmas tree and another right by the fireplace. Then he took me upstairs and we sat on the window-seat and looked out of the window all night long, watching for Santa's sleigh. Kyungsoo-hyung fell asleep at one AM, his cheek resting against his arm and his bare toes curled. I got him a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders before curling up next to him and falling asleep myself.
The second was much the same. We set up the stations of Santa and then we waited, although this year Kyungsoo-hyung fell asleep later than one. Every Christmas I worry he's going to stay up all night and realize Santa's not going to really come, but he eventually falls asleep every time.
On the third, Kyungsoo-hyung was violently sick with a 109 degree fever and I fell asleep in a chair next to his bed where he was bundled and shivering. He cried that night because he couldn't watch out of the window, and I almost helped him to the seat but his parent's specifically told me not to and I didn't want to disobey them. I just kept telling him it would be all right and there was always next year. He fell asleep quicker that year because being sick and crying tired him out.
The fourth and fifth went without trouble.
As Kyungsoo-hyung and I grow older, Kyungsoo-hyung gets more and more picky at how the rooms look and everything.
I can't cook to save my life, so I'm banished to the living room where I'm setting up the tree and hanging up garland and putting up candles. It's very difficult work when Kyungsoo-hyung's a Christmas expert/perfectionist and in the kitchen a room over yelling directions and lecturing me when things aren't centered or straight.
I'm sweating in my knit sweater and collapsed on the sofa when Kyungsoo-hyung comes out with two prettily decorated gingerbread cookies and big glasses of milk. He sets them down on the coffee table and scoots one in front of me and leans back to look around the room, that is now lit solely by the lights lining the ceiling and the Christmas tree.
I think he's about to praise me for my good work, but instead he huffs and says, “The garland on the tree isn't consistently drooped.” I sigh and take Kyungsoo-hyung's face in my hands and give him a hard look.
“It looks better that way.”
“You're just lazy.”
“I am not!”
“Are to!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No-”
“Then fix the tree.”
I let go of his face and collapse on the sofa in a defeated heap. Santa is not going to analyze the tree Kyungsoo-hyung, he doesn't even exist!, I want to say, but I don't. Instead I shoot him a playful glare and bite into my cookie. He mutters, “Lazy,” as he starts to eat his cookie, and I flick his arm. He laughs and then leans forward to turn the volume on the stereo up, blasting Christmas carols into my veins as I enjoy Kyungsoo-hyung's cooking.
It's now Christmas Eve on our sixth Christmas and we say goodnight to Kyungsoo-hyung's parents before rushing up the stairs to his room. Kyungsoo-hyung spent the last two hours making sure everything was perfect for Santa's arrival, and I had to be the one to adjust nearly everything. I'm just glad that it's all over for this year.
We sit on the window-seat and look out the window at the sky. It's about nine in the evening, and it's already been dark for more than eight hours. The perks of being in Alaska in the winter: two whole hours of daylight!
Kyungsoo-hyung starts going on about Christmas stuff again, and I tune out but pretend to be excited. I am excited, but more about spending the night sitting up with hyung than about Christmas and presents. Baekhyun-hyung, if he was here, would definitely be teasing me, but I shouldn't be thinking about Baekhyun-hyung right now.
“Jongin, have you been listening to me?” Kyungsoo-hyung says and leans to look at me, where I'm leaning my cheek against my fist and drawing random designs in the condensation. I nod, making my cheek squish, and Kyungsoo-hyung sighs. He slumps against the windowsill and looks up at the starry sky.
“Hyung,” I say, and Kyungsoo-hyung looks at me. When we first became friends he told me not to call him hyung because he can't speak Korean and it feels weird, but I just kept calling him that and he eventually stopped bugging me. “Have you ever thought of leaving Alaska?”
“Why would I?”
“It's pretty in Korea.”
Kyungsoo-hyung sighs and gets closer to the window, so his nose is practically touching it. “But I like it here, because I'm either the first or the last person Santa gets too. Judging by the time he must get around here, I'm last, but that's okay!”
I smile and put my head on Kyungsoo-hyung's shoulder. My smile is wide as I look into the dark sky, and before I can stop myself, an affectionate, “Hyung,” pops out of my mouth.
“Yes, Jongin?”
The next words that want to roll off my tongue will definitely get me a lot of “I told you so”s from Baekhyun-hyung, so I bite them back for a moment, but something about the way Kyungsoo-hyung starts humming jingle bells makes me open my mouth again and take in some air.
Fuck Baekhyun-hyung.
“I really like you,” I breathe out and try not to panic. Kyungsoo-hyung laughs and I bite my lip.
“Of course you do! You wouldn't be friends with me if you didn't!” I sigh in relief and let out a small laugh of my own.
Of course; he's so innocent.
“No, I mean, I like you like you. In a boyfriend sort of way,” I whisper and I think for a moment if Kyungsoo-hyung even heard me, he's so silent. A moment passes by where we just breathe and watch the starry sky. When about five minutes pass, and I bite my lip so hard I am afraid I'll start bleeding.
Kyungsoo-hyung takes in a shaky breath and he moves his shoulder in a way that tells me to take my head off. He turns his head toward me and I reciprocate the action. His eyes are wide and I swallow.
Baekhyun-hyung, wherever you are, shut up.
“What did you say?” Kyungsoo-hyung says, and it looks like there are tears in the corners of his eyes. My eyes widen, because oh shit he's upset. I shake my head and open my mouth. I close my mouth.
“It's nothing, nevermind,” I say, and I turn toward the window again, but Kyungsoo-hyung stops me by putting a hand on my cheek and squishing my face to look at him again. I think a tear is rolling down his cheek, but he's smiling his adorable heart-shaped smile and I smile too. “Hyung?-”
He leans his face toward me and brushes our lips together, but our noses crash because neither of us has done it before, we've just read about it in books. I laugh, and Kyungsoo-hyung wrinkles his eyebrows before turning his head slightly to the left and making our lips totally meet.
And this might be really cliché, but I mean those things have to come from somewhere, right? When we officially kiss, fireworks go off and I swear I can hear sleighbells.
a/n: a late christmas present for maryam - ahhhhhhhhhhh sorry if its bad
I practically live at Kyungsoo-hyung's house.
If you ask me why, I'll tell you that it's because Kyungsoo-hyung's family is rich and they have indoor plumbing, whereas at my house, I have to go outside in the God forsaken weather and risk getting frostbite just so I can take a shit.
I'd also bring up how his house is over three thousand square feet large (like, twice the size of mine and I have two big sisters too) and only houses him and his parents; it can use another occupant anyway. Maybe also the huge windows and automatic heater, way better than the prison peeper-holes and wood stoves I have. There's also the two cows, three cats, and entire working sled team of ten huskies, complete with sled and everything.
But, even though that is technically all true, that is not the main reason I stay there almost 24/7. I just say that to save my pride because I am not a hopeless romantic, and no, Baekhyun-hyung, I do not have a “wittle crushy wushy.”
I just really like Kyungsoo-hyung, that's all.
I was born in Seoul, South Korea and lived there happily for around the first nine years of my life. I made the most asshole friend in the history of friends, and his name is Baekhyun-hyung. We were inseparable until we packed our bags and left on the same day, but he stopped in Wenatchee, Washington and I kept going on to Juneau, Alaska. Thus we parted ways and exchanged new phone numbers, which is now, like, the only way we stay in touch which is really annoying because now he has a girlfriend and a new best friend and he's still a dick.
Kyungsoo-hyung is a full grown Alaska boy, coming first from the tippy top of the world, a city called Barrow, Alaska, where I'm sure he was woken up every morning with frozen nuts, it's that cold.
I met Kyungsoo-hyung when I was twelve and he was thirteen when he moved in and became my new next-door neighbor. Not like I consider him that, because his house is seven miles away, forty minutes by safe-speed on the four-wheeler. My mom forced me into my snow suit and hat and made me go over to his house when they'd been there for a week because she heard they had a son my age and she thought I needed more friends. Baekhyun-hyung didn't count anymore by then.
I was really mad at her because how could she disregard Baekhyun-hyung like that? But when I drove up to the front of the massive house and saw a boy who was slightly smaller than me in a sweater and jeans rolling around in the snow with four husky puppies, I completely forgot about Baekhyun-hyung for a whole day, which is something I should not have told him because he still holds that against me (especially when he's falsely accusing me of having a crush on my new best friend).
I hopped off of the four-wheeler and went up to him, and I stuttered a little when I introduced myself and my situation. But I have to admit, I sounded pretty official for a twelve-year-old boy. “I'm Kim Jongin. I live seven miles that way,” I said and pointed in the direction the tracks disappeared in. “My mom wanted me to make more friends, so here I am!”
“I'm Do Kyungsoo, I live eight yards that way,” he said and pointed at his house. “My mom wanted me to exercise the new litter before she started tutoring me, so here I am!” and right then and there I decided I liked Kyungsoo-hyung because that was the smartest fucking answer I had ever heard.
He got out of the snow, wiped off the snow the best he could, while still looking cool, from his knit sweater and jeans and asked me if I wanted to come inside. I, awestruck about the sheer size and beauty of the house he lived in, said yes so quickly that it's embarrassing. He picked up two puppies and asked me to get the others, which I did with a little trouble because they were squirming, and we went to the barn and set them with a tired-looking female husky before Kyungsoo-hyung took my hand and we went running into the house.
The whole time it hadn't really sunk in that he was wearing a sweater and jeans and looked totally fine and I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and a snowsuit and was still cold. But when it did, I asked and that's when he told me where he was from, and that's where our little tradition first started.
“I'm from a place that's the closest you can get to the North Pole!” he exclaimed when we entered the mud room and began to take off our boots. It took longer for me to get undressed because I had a snowsuit, and when we finished, Kyungsoo-hyung led me out of the room and into the kitchen, that was so big and pretty.
“Mommy, this is Jongin. He's our next-door neighbor,” he said and pointed to me. “Can we play for a little bit?”
His mom nodded, and Kyungsoo-hyung grabbed my hand and led me up a staircase. “If I listened hard enough when I was falling asleep, I could hear the elves making the toys!” It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but I soon remembered that I asked where he lived. “It was so cold, it almost never got warmer than freezing, but mommy said that's because Santa's reindeer need the cold environment to practice their flying.”
I nodded. We got to a door in the hallway and Kyungsoo-hyung opened it and led me inside. It was a pretty cool room, and it still hasn't changed almost at all since that first day I saw it. There's a four poster bed in the center of the wall with a nightstand on either side. There's lots of blankets and bookshelves full of books. On the window, there's a window-seat that has a cushion and pillows on it, where we soon will sit every Christmas Eve.
Kyungsoo-hyung really likes Christmas.
It's his favorite holiday, needless to say. He spends the whole year making lists and being the best he can be so Santa will come. He's eighteen years old and still believes in Santa. That's part of the reason I love, I mean like, Kyungsoo-hyung so much. He's so innocent, the type of innocence that comes from a boy who's only had one friend other than his parents his whole life.
When we were little, when we first met, he spent the whole first month and a half we had together telling me everything he knew about Santa Claus and the North Pole. By then, I already knew it was my mom and dad who pretended to be the big man in a red suit, and they didn't even try to be a Santa anymore. Everything went from “with love, from Santa” to “from Mom and Dad” when I was eight. Kyungsoo-hyung's parents must work really hard to keep his fantasies supported, I mean they change up their handwriting and buy different wrapping paper and everything.
The first Christmas we shared, Kyungsoo-hyung made cookies and milk and set them on an end-table by the Christmas tree and another right by the fireplace. Then he took me upstairs and we sat on the window-seat and looked out of the window all night long, watching for Santa's sleigh. Kyungsoo-hyung fell asleep at one AM, his cheek resting against his arm and his bare toes curled. I got him a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders before curling up next to him and falling asleep myself.
The second was much the same. We set up the stations of Santa and then we waited, although this year Kyungsoo-hyung fell asleep later than one. Every Christmas I worry he's going to stay up all night and realize Santa's not going to really come, but he eventually falls asleep every time.
On the third, Kyungsoo-hyung was violently sick with a 109 degree fever and I fell asleep in a chair next to his bed where he was bundled and shivering. He cried that night because he couldn't watch out of the window, and I almost helped him to the seat but his parent's specifically told me not to and I didn't want to disobey them. I just kept telling him it would be all right and there was always next year. He fell asleep quicker that year because being sick and crying tired him out.
The fourth and fifth went without trouble.
As Kyungsoo-hyung and I grow older, Kyungsoo-hyung gets more and more picky at how the rooms look and everything.
I can't cook to save my life, so I'm banished to the living room where I'm setting up the tree and hanging up garland and putting up candles. It's very difficult work when Kyungsoo-hyung's a Christmas expert/perfectionist and in the kitchen a room over yelling directions and lecturing me when things aren't centered or straight.
I'm sweating in my knit sweater and collapsed on the sofa when Kyungsoo-hyung comes out with two prettily decorated gingerbread cookies and big glasses of milk. He sets them down on the coffee table and scoots one in front of me and leans back to look around the room, that is now lit solely by the lights lining the ceiling and the Christmas tree.
I think he's about to praise me for my good work, but instead he huffs and says, “The garland on the tree isn't consistently drooped.” I sigh and take Kyungsoo-hyung's face in my hands and give him a hard look.
“It looks better that way.”
“You're just lazy.”
“I am not!”
“Are to!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No-”
“Then fix the tree.”
I let go of his face and collapse on the sofa in a defeated heap. Santa is not going to analyze the tree Kyungsoo-hyung, he doesn't even exist!, I want to say, but I don't. Instead I shoot him a playful glare and bite into my cookie. He mutters, “Lazy,” as he starts to eat his cookie, and I flick his arm. He laughs and then leans forward to turn the volume on the stereo up, blasting Christmas carols into my veins as I enjoy Kyungsoo-hyung's cooking.
It's now Christmas Eve on our sixth Christmas and we say goodnight to Kyungsoo-hyung's parents before rushing up the stairs to his room. Kyungsoo-hyung spent the last two hours making sure everything was perfect for Santa's arrival, and I had to be the one to adjust nearly everything. I'm just glad that it's all over for this year.
We sit on the window-seat and look out the window at the sky. It's about nine in the evening, and it's already been dark for more than eight hours. The perks of being in Alaska in the winter: two whole hours of daylight!
Kyungsoo-hyung starts going on about Christmas stuff again, and I tune out but pretend to be excited. I am excited, but more about spending the night sitting up with hyung than about Christmas and presents. Baekhyun-hyung, if he was here, would definitely be teasing me, but I shouldn't be thinking about Baekhyun-hyung right now.
“Jongin, have you been listening to me?” Kyungsoo-hyung says and leans to look at me, where I'm leaning my cheek against my fist and drawing random designs in the condensation. I nod, making my cheek squish, and Kyungsoo-hyung sighs. He slumps against the windowsill and looks up at the starry sky.
“Hyung,” I say, and Kyungsoo-hyung looks at me. When we first became friends he told me not to call him hyung because he can't speak Korean and it feels weird, but I just kept calling him that and he eventually stopped bugging me. “Have you ever thought of leaving Alaska?”
“Why would I?”
“It's pretty in Korea.”
Kyungsoo-hyung sighs and gets closer to the window, so his nose is practically touching it. “But I like it here, because I'm either the first or the last person Santa gets too. Judging by the time he must get around here, I'm last, but that's okay!”
I smile and put my head on Kyungsoo-hyung's shoulder. My smile is wide as I look into the dark sky, and before I can stop myself, an affectionate, “Hyung,” pops out of my mouth.
“Yes, Jongin?”
The next words that want to roll off my tongue will definitely get me a lot of “I told you so”s from Baekhyun-hyung, so I bite them back for a moment, but something about the way Kyungsoo-hyung starts humming jingle bells makes me open my mouth again and take in some air.
Fuck Baekhyun-hyung.
“I really like you,” I breathe out and try not to panic. Kyungsoo-hyung laughs and I bite my lip.
“Of course you do! You wouldn't be friends with me if you didn't!” I sigh in relief and let out a small laugh of my own.
Of course; he's so innocent.
“No, I mean, I like you like you. In a boyfriend sort of way,” I whisper and I think for a moment if Kyungsoo-hyung even heard me, he's so silent. A moment passes by where we just breathe and watch the starry sky. When about five minutes pass, and I bite my lip so hard I am afraid I'll start bleeding.
Kyungsoo-hyung takes in a shaky breath and he moves his shoulder in a way that tells me to take my head off. He turns his head toward me and I reciprocate the action. His eyes are wide and I swallow.
Baekhyun-hyung, wherever you are, shut up.
“What did you say?” Kyungsoo-hyung says, and it looks like there are tears in the corners of his eyes. My eyes widen, because oh shit he's upset. I shake my head and open my mouth. I close my mouth.
“It's nothing, nevermind,” I say, and I turn toward the window again, but Kyungsoo-hyung stops me by putting a hand on my cheek and squishing my face to look at him again. I think a tear is rolling down his cheek, but he's smiling his adorable heart-shaped smile and I smile too. “Hyung?-”
He leans his face toward me and brushes our lips together, but our noses crash because neither of us has done it before, we've just read about it in books. I laugh, and Kyungsoo-hyung wrinkles his eyebrows before turning his head slightly to the left and making our lips totally meet.
And this might be really cliché, but I mean those things have to come from somewhere, right? When we officially kiss, fireworks go off and I swear I can hear sleighbells.
a/n: a late christmas present for maryam - ahhhhhhhhhhh sorry if its bad