Winter ||| Minhyuk x Reader
Summary: Winter isn’t your favourite season. And you doubt it’ll ever change... Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff Word Count: 755 Theme Song: I Wanna Be (ft. Soyeon) - Key AN: A request from Anon, I’m sorry it’s big-late, I really wanted it to be good. I hope you enjoy!
Winter had never really been your time of the year. The silence became unnerving, the snow a nuisance, all while the grey skies weighed heavy upon your back like a damp reminder of some past mistake. You could never see yourself liking it.
“Ah! Oh my gosh, oh my- please!” Minhyuk whined, arms outstretched and hands waving. You wondered how he’d managed to free himself to that extent from the mountain of blankets he’d burrowed into, but you didn’t keep him from what he wanted for too long - how could you? His quivering pout and puppy eyes were too strong for your weakened soul.
You handed him his mug of hot chocolate, which he accepted gracefully with both hands. The steam whisped around his face, a silver that waned into transparence and framed his delighted smile. He brought the warmth to his lips, lightly dusted rose and smooth, wincing at the temperature with a wide-eyed look.
“Yah, Y/N, you’re my saviour,” he exclaimed with a sigh, staring up at you as you placed your own mug on the windowsill behind the sofa.
He looked ethereal, even when clumsily draped under numerous shades of blue to fuschia. His eyes were so deep they reminded you of the earth itself, spun up in freshly fallen rain, calm and consistent - even if he himself could be sporadic. It could be said he brought you colour, even when things were grey.
You chuckled, feeling across the blankets for an opening for yourself, “I wouldn’t go that far.”
He hummed insistently, “I would! I was dying - dying! And then, you, an angel, rescued me, a poor soul, from the depths of the winter darkness!” He flung a hand over his forehead dramatically as you laughed.
“Yeah, less ‘poor soul’ and more ‘drama queen’ I’d say,” you interjected with a mischievous lilt. Your response was met with a dramatic gasp.
“Excuse me, I have no idea what you’re talking about-!”
Eventually, you found the end of the blankets and managed to scoot yourself beneath them, right at Minhyuk’s side. Twisting yourself so you could reclaim your drink, you left him to help you fill any holes in your defence against the cold of the room.
As you reached around for your green tea, your eyes got caught by the outside. Delicate shapes of perfect white were gently dancing in the air, a hypnotic waltz that seemed to actively attempt to discourage the iciness of snow. You wondered if it was just you that could see it, if snow had always been like this, and why you’d never felt it in this light before.
Minhyuk leant over the back of the sofa to join you, placing his mug beside yours, a curious smile tempering his expression as he silently questioned your wonder.
“It’s so beautiful, Minnie,” you whispered.
He saw his chance. And he took it.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
You grimaced at his cheesy words, shooting him a look of pained - but amused - disdain. He immediately gave into a fit of giggles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your hair. You melted into his laughter, turning back at the peace of the snow. “I can’t believe you!”
Minhyuk nuzzled your neck, before sinking into your shoulder, hands - thankfully warm - caressing your sides, before stilling as he held you as close to him as he could.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, enraptured by how the snow gathered in crowds to form veils that cloaked the branches of the birches outside. You peered down at the man attached to your side. His eyes were closed, his light hair feathered across his forehead, and his cheek slightly smushed. Again, there was no resisting this man.
Taking a sip of your tea, you decided to prematurely discard it, leaving it on the side as you moved away from the window, slipping down onto your back. Propping your head against the armrest, you shifted so his head was still comfortable, just to the side. He curled into your body while you pulled the blankets to cocoon the two of you. His breath was a steady tempo, a hushed metronome you could almost measure time with, emboldened with the beat of his heart. The silence was no longer deafening, no longer a stubborn precursor of loneliness, as you were no longer alone.
You brushed your fingers against his temple, gently leading any stray hair away, and he hummed.
Perhaps, with time, winter would become one of your favourite seasons, after all.
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