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From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Snow Angels and Snowy Words
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,839
Summary: When Jinki makes a snow angel, he falls asleep on a bench afterwards. When he wakes up, someone has made a second snow angel next to it. This happens every year, but who is leaving the second snow angel?
Snow. He loved it. It was pure and white and beautiful. It was Jinki’s favorite part of winter; even better than Christmas. He had loved it ever since he was a little boy and could spend hours just making snow-forts, making snowmen, and throwing snow at all his friends. But one year, he was too tired for most of that.
One year, when it snowed, Jinki went out to the local park and lay down in the snow for a few moments. He spread his arms out and swept them up and down and pulled his legs together and then spread them out. A simple snow angel.
He got up from the ground, snow clinging to his hair, and turned to look at the angel in the snow. There was something missing, and it took a long minute for Jinki to realize what it was. When he remembered, he leaned down and drew an oval above the angel’s head to represent its halo. He smiled to himself.
When he got up, he walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. It was very cold, but he just wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck and stuffed his hands inside thick, warm gloves. He just stayed sitting for a long time, just staring at the snow as it fell. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep on the bench, not caring if he was cold or if he got sick.
About an hour later, he woke himself up with a small sneeze and decided it was probably time to head home. As he was getting up, his eye caught the shape of the snow angel he had made previously. There was something different about it.
Shivering, Jinki walked over to look at it. He realized it was not his angel that was different, but it’s surroundings. Someone had made another, smaller snow angel next to his. They connected where the arms went. They looked like they were holding hands.
Jinki smiled a little. I wonder who could have made this. But he didn’t dwell on it too much. He figured it was someone having a little fun. So he walked away and went home. By the time he recovered from his cold and was comfortable enough to go outside, the snow had all melted away. It didn’t snow again that year.
Roughly a year later, Jinki was back outside, watching the snow fall. He had made a snowman this year, but other than that, he had also made a snow angel again. Then, without caring what happened the previous year, he fell asleep on the same bench again.
He woke up a little while later. He turned to his snow angel, and didn’t seem all too surprised that a second snow angel had been made next to it.
Just like the year before.
Who could have made it? he wondered.
He went home. Luckily, he was not sick this time.
A couple years later, it became very apparent that there was a little routine being made. Every year, Jinki would make a snow angel, then fall asleep on the park bench nearby. Once he was asleep, someone would come make a snow angel next to his and then disappear before they could be caught.
It was not like it was a big deal, Jinki just wanted to know who it was. Who was leaving the second snow angel every year?
One the fifth year after Jinki had been finding the mysterious snow angels, the person left a note for him.
Will you be my friend?
Jinki didn’t know if he should answer. If he answered, would they ever get his reply, or would it melt before they could read it? And how would he answer? Would he say yes? Would he say no? So he just didn’t answer at all.
But the person did not give up and asked again the next year. Jinki answered because he felt bad for ignoring the question the year before.
Yes.
The next year, there was another message next to the two snow angels.
Can I call you ‘hyung’? That gave Jinki two pieces of information about this puzzling person: they were male, and they were younger than him. Jinki smiled and gave his simple answer.
Yes.
It had become sort of an expectation by that point to see a second snow angel next to the one Jinki always created. He still did not know who this mystery boy was, but he almost felt like he didn’t need to know who it was. He was content with their “friendship” the way it was, no matter if all it consisted of was snow angels holding hands and the few written words they had exchanged.
But the words that Jinki saw next to the snow angels two years later were not words he had expected to see at all.
Hyung, I love you.
Jinki walked away, not knowing how to answer those words. He didn’t want to break the kid’s heart, but he didn’t know if he could accept it either. But he wondered if not responding was breaking the boy’s heart anyway.
One year later, Jinki went out to the park to make his snow angel. Once it was done, he went to the bench and pretended to fall asleep. There were moments when he wanted to sleep, but he was determined to find out who this boy was. He peeked at the people passing by from underneath his eyelashes.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, a boy, who looked possibly only a few years younger than Jinki himself, walked up to him and stopped. Jinki shut his eyes the whole way and waited. The boy stayed there for a short period of time and then walked past Jinki and towards his snow angel.
Jinki opened his eyes slightly once more to glace at the boy. He was lying on the cold ground next to Jinki’s snow angel and made his own imprint. He watched as the boy moved his arms and legs to create the shape and then get up to draw the halo above its head. Then he just stood there and stared at it for what felt like hours.
Jinki did get a good look at him once he was standing still. He had hair that went about to his ears. It was a cute mushroom shape and it was dyed light brown. The boy also had a very feminine face that Jinki somehow found quite beautiful.
The boy took off his glove and finally leaned down to write his message to Jinki in the snow. Jinki stared at the petite fingers and wondered what they were writing. When the beautiful boy stood straight up once more, he placed his glove back on his hand. He stared at the message, as if he were debating erasing it, then just wiped his eyes with the back of his gloved hands. He was crying. That made Jinki feel even worse. He closed his eyes again so he didn’t have to see those tears fall.
He didn’t open them again until he heard feet pounding as they ran away. The sound of sniffling and soft crying could be heard, echoing in the winter air. Jinki stood up from his seat and walked over to the two angels in the snow. He looked at the words the boy had written.
I love you.
For a moment, Jinki debated erasing those words with a simple movement of his foot. But then the thought he really didn’t want to. He liked seeing those words honestly. He couldn’t bring himself to care it whether it was a guy or a girl telling him. In fact, he liked it more when this boy said it to him than his past girlfriends.
So Jinki leaned down to respond to the boy’s three words, but once his finger was in the snow, he had a better idea. He just hoped that the boy could wait a little longer.
It was the first snow of another year. Jinki went out like he had done in years past. He made his snowman and ate some snow, then he went to make his snow angel. He lay down in the exact same spot he always did and made the wings by swiping the snow away in arches with his arms. He did the same thing with his legs.
Once it was complete, he just stayed there on the ground, waiting. He was not going to go sleep on the bench and he was not going to pretend to be asleep. He was just going to wait there in the shape of his snow angel, letting the snow melt into his jacket and the freezing air blow over his exposed cheeks. He closed his eyes to avoid having snow get in them and just waited for the boy to show up.
Sure enough, he heard slow footsteps approach him and he heard someone lay down next to him without hesitation. There was a sigh and Jinki opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the boy making his own snow angel next to him, smiling slightly with his eyes staring directly up at the sky.
The boy didn’t seem to realize that Jinki was awake. He must have thought that because Jinki had his eyes closed he was asleep. So when the boy stopped making his snow angel, Jinki slowly reached over and took the boy’s hand like their snow angels appeared to do every year.
The boy’s face jerked in Jinki’s direction as if he were horrified that he had been caught. But Jinki only smiled at him and squeezed his hand gently. “My name is Jinki.”
The boy blushed and looked away. “Taemin,” the boy said quietly, shyly.
“I like that name,” Jinki commented with a smile. That got Taemin to turn his head back in Jinki’s direction. His face was completely red, but there was a small, embarrassed smile on his face.
“Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a long time, but Jinki was just waiting for Taemin to say whatever he wanted to say. He looked like he had a question that he really wanted to ask.
“If you want to ask me something, go ahead,” Jinki encouraged. But the red on Taemin’s face flared and he didn’t say anything. Jinki chuckled. “If it makes you more comfortable, you could write it in the snow.”
And that’s exactly what Taemin did. He sat up from the cold ground and took off his glove to write a little message. Jinki sat up so he could read it.
Can I kiss you?
Jinki smiled at the words and then at Taemin. Taemin looked like he wanted to disappear, but Jinki thought it was adorable. Then he looked back to the snow and took off his own glove to respond. He placed his finger in the snow and wrote the one word he had ever written in the snow.
Yes.
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Snow Angels and Snowy Words
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,839
Summary: When Jinki makes a snow angel, he falls asleep on a bench afterwards. When he wakes up, someone has made a second snow angel next to it. This happens every year, but who is leaving the second snow angel?
Snow. He loved it. It was pure and white and beautiful. It was Jinki’s favorite part of winter; even better than Christmas. He had loved it ever since he was a little boy and could spend hours just making snow-forts, making snowmen, and throwing snow at all his friends. But one year, he was too tired for most of that.
One year, when it snowed, Jinki went out to the local park and lay down in the snow for a few moments. He spread his arms out and swept them up and down and pulled his legs together and then spread them out. A simple snow angel.
He got up from the ground, snow clinging to his hair, and turned to look at the angel in the snow. There was something missing, and it took a long minute for Jinki to realize what it was. When he remembered, he leaned down and drew an oval above the angel’s head to represent its halo. He smiled to himself.
When he got up, he walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. It was very cold, but he just wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck and stuffed his hands inside thick, warm gloves. He just stayed sitting for a long time, just staring at the snow as it fell. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep on the bench, not caring if he was cold or if he got sick.
About an hour later, he woke himself up with a small sneeze and decided it was probably time to head home. As he was getting up, his eye caught the shape of the snow angel he had made previously. There was something different about it.
Shivering, Jinki walked over to look at it. He realized it was not his angel that was different, but it’s surroundings. Someone had made another, smaller snow angel next to his. They connected where the arms went. They looked like they were holding hands.
Jinki smiled a little. I wonder who could have made this. But he didn’t dwell on it too much. He figured it was someone having a little fun. So he walked away and went home. By the time he recovered from his cold and was comfortable enough to go outside, the snow had all melted away. It didn’t snow again that year.
Roughly a year later, Jinki was back outside, watching the snow fall. He had made a snowman this year, but other than that, he had also made a snow angel again. Then, without caring what happened the previous year, he fell asleep on the same bench again.
He woke up a little while later. He turned to his snow angel, and didn’t seem all too surprised that a second snow angel had been made next to it.
Just like the year before.
Who could have made it? he wondered.
He went home. Luckily, he was not sick this time.
A couple years later, it became very apparent that there was a little routine being made. Every year, Jinki would make a snow angel, then fall asleep on the park bench nearby. Once he was asleep, someone would come make a snow angel next to his and then disappear before they could be caught.
It was not like it was a big deal, Jinki just wanted to know who it was. Who was leaving the second snow angel every year?
One the fifth year after Jinki had been finding the mysterious snow angels, the person left a note for him.
Will you be my friend?
Jinki didn’t know if he should answer. If he answered, would they ever get his reply, or would it melt before they could read it? And how would he answer? Would he say yes? Would he say no? So he just didn’t answer at all.
But the person did not give up and asked again the next year. Jinki answered because he felt bad for ignoring the question the year before.
Yes.
The next year, there was another message next to the two snow angels.
Can I call you ‘hyung’? That gave Jinki two pieces of information about this puzzling person: they were male, and they were younger than him. Jinki smiled and gave his simple answer.
Yes.
It had become sort of an expectation by that point to see a second snow angel next to the one Jinki always created. He still did not know who this mystery boy was, but he almost felt like he didn’t need to know who it was. He was content with their “friendship” the way it was, no matter if all it consisted of was snow angels holding hands and the few written words they had exchanged.
But the words that Jinki saw next to the snow angels two years later were not words he had expected to see at all.
Hyung, I love you.
Jinki walked away, not knowing how to answer those words. He didn’t want to break the kid’s heart, but he didn’t know if he could accept it either. But he wondered if not responding was breaking the boy’s heart anyway.
One year later, Jinki went out to the park to make his snow angel. Once it was done, he went to the bench and pretended to fall asleep. There were moments when he wanted to sleep, but he was determined to find out who this boy was. He peeked at the people passing by from underneath his eyelashes.
Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, a boy, who looked possibly only a few years younger than Jinki himself, walked up to him and stopped. Jinki shut his eyes the whole way and waited. The boy stayed there for a short period of time and then walked past Jinki and towards his snow angel.
Jinki opened his eyes slightly once more to glace at the boy. He was lying on the cold ground next to Jinki’s snow angel and made his own imprint. He watched as the boy moved his arms and legs to create the shape and then get up to draw the halo above its head. Then he just stood there and stared at it for what felt like hours.
Jinki did get a good look at him once he was standing still. He had hair that went about to his ears. It was a cute mushroom shape and it was dyed light brown. The boy also had a very feminine face that Jinki somehow found quite beautiful.
The boy took off his glove and finally leaned down to write his message to Jinki in the snow. Jinki stared at the petite fingers and wondered what they were writing. When the beautiful boy stood straight up once more, he placed his glove back on his hand. He stared at the message, as if he were debating erasing it, then just wiped his eyes with the back of his gloved hands. He was crying. That made Jinki feel even worse. He closed his eyes again so he didn’t have to see those tears fall.
He didn’t open them again until he heard feet pounding as they ran away. The sound of sniffling and soft crying could be heard, echoing in the winter air. Jinki stood up from his seat and walked over to the two angels in the snow. He looked at the words the boy had written.
I love you.
For a moment, Jinki debated erasing those words with a simple movement of his foot. But then the thought he really didn’t want to. He liked seeing those words honestly. He couldn’t bring himself to care it whether it was a guy or a girl telling him. In fact, he liked it more when this boy said it to him than his past girlfriends.
So Jinki leaned down to respond to the boy’s three words, but once his finger was in the snow, he had a better idea. He just hoped that the boy could wait a little longer.
It was the first snow of another year. Jinki went out like he had done in years past. He made his snowman and ate some snow, then he went to make his snow angel. He lay down in the exact same spot he always did and made the wings by swiping the snow away in arches with his arms. He did the same thing with his legs.
Once it was complete, he just stayed there on the ground, waiting. He was not going to go sleep on the bench and he was not going to pretend to be asleep. He was just going to wait there in the shape of his snow angel, letting the snow melt into his jacket and the freezing air blow over his exposed cheeks. He closed his eyes to avoid having snow get in them and just waited for the boy to show up.
Sure enough, he heard slow footsteps approach him and he heard someone lay down next to him without hesitation. There was a sigh and Jinki opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the boy making his own snow angel next to him, smiling slightly with his eyes staring directly up at the sky.
The boy didn’t seem to realize that Jinki was awake. He must have thought that because Jinki had his eyes closed he was asleep. So when the boy stopped making his snow angel, Jinki slowly reached over and took the boy’s hand like their snow angels appeared to do every year.
The boy’s face jerked in Jinki’s direction as if he were horrified that he had been caught. But Jinki only smiled at him and squeezed his hand gently. “My name is Jinki.”
The boy blushed and looked away. “Taemin,” the boy said quietly, shyly.
“I like that name,” Jinki commented with a smile. That got Taemin to turn his head back in Jinki’s direction. His face was completely red, but there was a small, embarrassed smile on his face.
“Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a long time, but Jinki was just waiting for Taemin to say whatever he wanted to say. He looked like he had a question that he really wanted to ask.
“If you want to ask me something, go ahead,” Jinki encouraged. But the red on Taemin’s face flared and he didn’t say anything. Jinki chuckled. “If it makes you more comfortable, you could write it in the snow.”
And that’s exactly what Taemin did. He sat up from the cold ground and took off his glove to write a little message. Jinki sat up so he could read it.
Can I kiss you?
Jinki smiled at the words and then at Taemin. Taemin looked like he wanted to disappear, but Jinki thought it was adorable. Then he looked back to the snow and took off his own glove to respond. He placed his finger in the snow and wrote the one word he had ever written in the snow.
Yes.