Warnings: cuddling, people sleeping in the same bed but still SFW
Word Count: 949
A/N: Thank you @cardtak for requesting another one, hope you like it!
The sky was darker than usual. It was looming with heavy looking clouds. Would it snow or rain? You couldn’t tell, which made it difficult to know what to pack for the trip to your best friend’s dorm. Neither seemed optimal as you don’t like being wet and cold, but you hoped for snow as your friend enjoyed that so much more. The rain always did make Jongin uncomfortable for some reason.
You arrive to the dorms cold, backpack filled with your toiletries and snacks, and a large bag of assorted blankets. Ringing the bell, you shift from foot to foot while waiting for someone to answer.
“What’s up, loser?” A voice you recognize too well answers.
“Buzz me in Baekhyun, I’m cold.” You whine.
His tone is all too playful, “What’s the password?”
“Baek-“
There’s a sound of a commotion right before the other side of the line cuts out. Soon after, the door buzzes and you hear the lock disengaging.
Jabbing the button with a knowing smile you say, “thanks Jongin,” before slipping through the door. Going up the couple flights of stairs, you hear the bass and shouts of various parties. It gets a little quieter the higher you go, and you’re slightly out of breath when you reach the floor you need. The door is already open and an awaiting Jongin is leaning in the entry way.
“Baekhyun was complaining how he could hear you a mile away.” A grin is on Jongin’s lips as he watches you trudge the short distance between the stairs and his door.
“Well tell Baekhyun,” You pant, “that not all of us are crazy like him or dancers like you.”
“Hey!” Baekhyun’s voice shouts somewhere inside. “Crazy has nothing to do with it.”
This makes Jongin and you roll your eyes. He waves you in and you take familiar steps through the shared living room and towards Jongin’s room. You see his other roommates, Sehun and Chaneyol, as you pass, giving them a little wave that they almost miss because they are intently focused on the video game in front of them.
You dump your bags in Jongin’s room. “I got the goods.”
“Great.” Jongin eyes the dumped bag of snacks appreciatively. “He goes to his shelf and picks up two movies. “The Shining or The Poltergeist.”
“Wow…” You eye both of the movies. “I should’ve known.”
“There’s nothing wrong with these movies.” The pout on his face is cute. You shake your head to get rid of the thought.
“Let’s do The Shining. I finished the book recently so get ready for me to complain about everything.” The blankets are next to get dumped on the bed. You unfold them, making a big pile of warmth and comfort that’s just ready for you to dive in.
Jongin pulls out his computer and snickers. “You do that all the time anyways.”
“I do not!” You try to defend your honor, but know the words he speaks is the truth.
Once the movie is put in, the two of you get settled under the blankets which are pulled up over your head and the laptop. Pillows are arranged so you can lay on your stomach and rest your head and arms on them. Now you won’t be cold and this’ll help Jongin block out the sound of the weather outside if it did indeed rain. It also allows the two of you to be closer, toeing the line the both of you have yet to cross.
Jongin finds it amusing that you do indeed find everything to pick apart in the movie after reading the original text. The two of you watched this movie so many times together now, it helps bring a fresh take to one of your favorites. After a while you notice it’s a bit quiet on Jongin’s end and you take a peek over at him. His head is nestled into his arms, eyes closed, and he’s asleep peacefully as Jack Nicholson is running around with his murder axe.
You brush a stray strand of hair from his handsome face and smile softly at him before turning back to the movie. Not too much later, you are also in dreamland. When you come too it’s because the mountain of blankets is ripped from you.
“Look they are so…boring.” A voice shouts but quickly becomes disappointed.
Mustering your best glare, you open your eyes, but instead of seeing Baekhyun with an armful of blankets and Sehun and Chaneyol snickering in the background, you see a muscular chest filing your whole vision. Alarmed, you try to pull back, but something wrapped around you prohibits any movements. It doesn’t take you long to realize that something is one of Jongin’s strong arms.
“Get out of here Baekhyun.” Jongin grumbles, his morning voice low and deep.
You do your best to not let his affect you too strongly and will yourself to ask, “Snow or rain.”
“Snow.” Sehun answers, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
“You two love birds missed your first snow kiss. Now you have to wait a whole other year.”
“Out Baekhyun,” both you and Jongin grumble.
“C’mon you pervert.” Chaneyol laughs, dragging his friend out the door.
“Your just jealous I’m not afraid to say it.” Baekhyun starts, his voice muffled once Sehun closes the door after them.
The arm around you leaves, and the next moment the mountain of blankets are messily piled back on top of you. Jongin flops down somehow gracefully next to you. “Another movie?” The look on his face is soft as he looks at you.
Wanting to spend more time next to him you answer, “Yeah, let’s do another.”
A/N: Thank you @cardtak for requesting this one! I had fun planning it out and I hope you like it 💜
Your motto was always ‘be prepared!’ so you feel quite silly standing outside the dance studio building, not at all prepared for the cold front that blew in. Luckily, you did think to bring a jacket since it has been colder once the sun drops down behind the horizon. Unfortunately for you though, you are lacking gloves, and your hands are freezing.
To keep warm you keep on moving. You start bouncing on your toes, pacing back and forth, and even do squats until a passing couple gives you a judgmental glance. Quickly, you stop, and you are back to fidgeting with your hands stuffed as deeply as they can in your pockets.
The sound of a door opening catches your attention, making you turn towards the noise. Dance students file out of the door, some by themselves, a few in groups. You’re not surprised it takes a couple more minutes for two stragglers to come out as they most likely wanted to do some extra last-minute practice before getting kicked out.
Taemin spots you first, the lithe dancer patting his best friend on the shoulder as he parts ways. His black and grey ensemble fades quickly into the dark night. You watch him leave confused.
“Taemin isn’t coming with us?” You ask your friend who is lingering near the doorway.
There in front of you stands a beautiful man, decked out in a stylish brown coat. He lets out a breath, albeit somewhat nervously, “No just us…that’s not an issue is it?”
“What, no of course not. Let’s go Jongin.” You walk over and link your arm into his.
He tenses at your touch, but quickly relaxes.
“I’m just surprised is all. I know Taemin was wanting to try out this new tea shop too.” Again, you feel him stiffen slightly after your words.
“Something came up.” Jongin answers quickly.
You give him a look, but don’t push him anymore about it. The two of you talk easily as you walk through the neighborhood towards the district’s tiny little ‘downtown’ area. A particularly cold breeze cuts through the air, making you shiver.
Jongin tilts his head. “Are you cold?”
“Of course not.” The clattering teeth give you away.
“What happened to ‘I’m always prepared’?” Jongin eyes you up and down, critiquing your outfit. You feel a little self-conscious for a couple reasons.
“I was at my studio earlier in the day. It didn’t seem like it would be this cold from this forecast this morning.” You wrap your hands around yourself, attempting to squeeze the warmth and pride back into you. That is, until a thought entered your mind making you run in front of Jongin only to jab a finger into your friend’s well-built chest.
Ouch, that kinda hurt a little bit. Ignoring the pain, you accuse, “If someone’s practice wasn’t running late, I wouldn’t be this cold. We would be having hot drinks by now.”
“We got new choreo and Taemin and I wanted to make sure we got this one part down.” Jongin says as he stutters his steps to not literally walk over you.
“When you say “part’,” you jab your finger into his chest again, “you mean the whole routine.”
His expression is guilty, and you know you got it right. “I’m sor- Ahh your hands are freezing!” He yells when he tries to get you to stop poking a hole into his skin. He looks at you as if you attacked him, but then his expression turns guiltier. “How long were you waiting for us?”
Shrugging, you look at your nails, “Not long. Really it’s no big deal.” As if you weren’t just attacking him for ‘no big deal’.
“I can feel your ice fingers through my gloves.” Jongin looks scared when you hold said ice fingers up like claws, making you laugh.
A thought passes though Jongin’s mind and he nods to himself. Before he can lose any nerve, he’s taking off his right glove.
“What are you doing?” No sane person would take off their gloves in this temperature. His next actions surprise you even further when he grabs your right hand, and pulling the glove over it. It’s a little big for your hand, but it helps your hand feel warm. Especially the remaining body heat of his that lingers. Immediately, you feel heat rising up your neck and face.
Looking at his still gloved left hand, you can’t help but ask, “Are you giving up that one too?”
“No.” Jongin smiles before he quickly grabs your left hand with his right. He stuffs them in his coat pocket, his body heat and the thick material of his coat making your hand warm up significantly more than the other hand.
“Wha-“Your confused noise is cut off when Jongin starts walking, taking you with him.
The man doesn’t look at you, embarrassment clearly on his face. “This helps right, you feel warmer?”
Your heart feels like it is on fire. “Yeah, yeah it does.”
“Good.” He smiles shyly, but stiffens once you lean into him as you walk side by side. He gives your hand a nervous squeeze, and you up him one by entwining your fingers with his.
With how things were going, Jongin owed Taemin the whole tea shop for letting him walk with you alone tonight. He was going to confess, but he wanted this moment to last a little longer. He hoped he warmed your heart as much as he warmed your hands.
