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melt your cold, cold heart
baekhyun/d.o, g, 335ⓦ
Note: For Lily; thank you.
“I can’t go back out there,” Baekhyun says, blowing on his fingers for warmth. “It’s like, a hundred degrees below zero.”
There’s a loud crash, a distant yell. “One of us should,” Kyungsoo says, watching the ice on the streets splinter slightly, like a line on a Richter scale. He cranes his neck, looking past the corner of the building to where a bank of sludge and ice is building up in the middle of greater Gangnam.
“Just because Frosty the Snowman decided to show up-”
“Is that what they’re calling him,” Kyungsoo says, absently. A current sweeps through again, and Baekhyun reaches forward, pulling Kyungsoo back by the crook of his elbow so that their shoulders bump back together.
“My point is, let Chanyeol handle it,” Baekhyun says, teeth chattering. “We’re not dressed for this.” Their suits were designed to be fire-resistant, bulletproof, not even susceptible to static cling, let alone pilling, and now they’re crouched in an alley behind a restaurant - the driest place in Seocho-gu ever since The Abominable Snowman swept through - cold, wet, and shivering. Not exactly their finest moment, Kyungsoo thinks wryly, rubbing a palm over his knee.
Baekhyun reaches out with the arm he has linked with Kyungsoo’s, grabbing at a bit of light and focusing it in his palm. Kyungsoo watches for a moment, then sidles closer. Baekhyun tilts his hand in offering, and Kyungsoo takes it.
Baekhyun’s palm radiates heat, thawing out his fingers. His body heat percolates through to Kyungsoo’s side, who tries to lean into it discreetly. Baekhyun grins when he notices. “You’re lucky you have me,” he says, a little smug. His breath puffs out in a cloud.
“Hmm,” Kyungsoo says, unconvinced. He looks away, watching the ice creep in, and rubs his nose with the back of his free hand. Warmth blooms in his chest at the way Baekhyun’s eyes light up in the love of a good fight. With Baekhyun watching, he taps his foot and cracks the ice.
baekhyun/d.o, g, 335ⓦ
Note: For Lily; thank you.
“I can’t go back out there,” Baekhyun says, blowing on his fingers for warmth. “It’s like, a hundred degrees below zero.”
There’s a loud crash, a distant yell. “One of us should,” Kyungsoo says, watching the ice on the streets splinter slightly, like a line on a Richter scale. He cranes his neck, looking past the corner of the building to where a bank of sludge and ice is building up in the middle of greater Gangnam.
“Just because Frosty the Snowman decided to show up-”
“Is that what they’re calling him,” Kyungsoo says, absently. A current sweeps through again, and Baekhyun reaches forward, pulling Kyungsoo back by the crook of his elbow so that their shoulders bump back together.
“My point is, let Chanyeol handle it,” Baekhyun says, teeth chattering. “We’re not dressed for this.” Their suits were designed to be fire-resistant, bulletproof, not even susceptible to static cling, let alone pilling, and now they’re crouched in an alley behind a restaurant - the driest place in Seocho-gu ever since The Abominable Snowman swept through - cold, wet, and shivering. Not exactly their finest moment, Kyungsoo thinks wryly, rubbing a palm over his knee.
Baekhyun reaches out with the arm he has linked with Kyungsoo’s, grabbing at a bit of light and focusing it in his palm. Kyungsoo watches for a moment, then sidles closer. Baekhyun tilts his hand in offering, and Kyungsoo takes it.
Baekhyun’s palm radiates heat, thawing out his fingers. His body heat percolates through to Kyungsoo’s side, who tries to lean into it discreetly. Baekhyun grins when he notices. “You’re lucky you have me,” he says, a little smug. His breath puffs out in a cloud.
“Hmm,” Kyungsoo says, unconvinced. He looks away, watching the ice creep in, and rubs his nose with the back of his free hand. Warmth blooms in his chest at the way Baekhyun’s eyes light up in the love of a good fight. With Baekhyun watching, he taps his foot and cracks the ice.