"Wait why are you—" The Angel looked down to see the younger male’s hand upon his leg sliding upwards. Pausing for a second, he stared up, half wondering just why Jongin happened to be taller than he was. It was actually beginning to bother him, because he wasn’t too tall generally.
"Excuse you, my hands are up here." Taemin scoffed, feigning offense. "I thought we were going to arm wrestle, what are you doing?"
Gripping her hand, the male raised it away from his leg, flashing her a bright, childish smile. “Thirsty,” he laughed, pulling her forward some until he could easily bend to whisper into her ear; “or nah.”
They were watching a movie and eating like two remarkably lazy people. They’d been at it all day— movie after movie, the pair simply enjoying the comfortable friendship.
"What is your hand doing on my thigh?" Taemin spoke suddenly, noticing the other’s appendage placed gently upon his leg. "I told you two hours ago, I’m not sharing my popcorn."
He flinched at the other’s touch, for no reason other than that he was particularly sensitive. Taemin’s lips parted slightly, his eyes widening in sincere curiosity, “Jonghyun,” he murmured, placing his hand over the other’s, wrapping his fingers around the other’s slim wrist. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry?”
Pumpkin Spice: Messy hair, and warm mugs; our muses are sitting around, having the perfect lazy day... most of it a daze of stolen kisses, and the taste of pumpkin spice on each other's lips.
[Read more because it’s shitty and long]
The sun shone brightly outside, rays of blinding light touching gently upon the crisp, fresh-falling snow. Winter time was probably the best time to just get up and do things around the house due to the obnoxious weather, but the pair had stayed inside all day being lazier than they were on a daily basis. She’d spent the night over, sleeping on his bed, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t sleep at all.
He wanted to, gods how he wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in a variety of dreams— but rest could not and did not come.
Needless to say, the young Angel was walking around heavily throughout the entire day. Which was rather inaccurate considering that he didn’t need rest, but hey, no one was keeping score, right?
It had begun to snow sometime around twelve-thirty, which was around the time Naeun was already up and about; energy flowing freely from her form. The Angel followed after her as she paced throughout the entire apartment, a frown upon her lips. “What am I going to do?” She mumbled, the rhetoric question directed towards herself, mainly. “I was supposed to dance today. All day. Now what?”
So many questions.
So many activities revolving around dancing.
The male couldn’t help but laugh as he stopped following and simply looked at her petite form pacing back and forth; kitchen to living room. “Naeun,” he finally spoke as she came close enough for him to stop the pattern by grabbing ahold of her wrist. “Naeun, you’re not going anywhere today.”
The female looked at him, confusion lacing her features, “But Taemin I—”
He held his index finger to her lips, “No, no, don’t speak.” Tugging her gently towards the living room, he removed the curtains from their spot, revealing a large window with a view of the snowfall— it was getting heavier as the seconds ticked by. Her form relaxed in surrender. Looking up, she wanted to say something, anything that would render him able to create a miracle that would magically get her to her studio. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t quite see him as she stared.
"Well isn’t that rude." It was more of a statement than anything. The Angel held back a laugh as she jumped— he must have snapped her out of her thoughts. She seemed extremely confused, her earlier determination diminishing. "Didn’t you mother ever teach you not to stare?" Taemin spoke, a light tease in his voice.
"Yah. Eonni." Naeun spoke firmly, trying to erect a sense of dignity; admittedly, she was staring, but that was beside the point.
"I’m more of an oppa, thanks." He winked, pointing to the floor. She hadn’t noticed the excess amounts of pillows and blankets neatly folded next to her feet. "Listen up, beautiful— you’re gonna make yourself comfortable, while I go make us something warm to drink." Pausing for a second, he gestured to the air. "Apparently, heat isn’t a thing at the moment." He’d barely gotten his sentence out before the female dropped to her knees, pawing through the blankets to find the warmest one. Taemin couldn’t help but chuckle as he left to the kitchen to find them something to warm up with—
And by find, he meant create because he was hazardous with new things.
A simple imbalance created in the atmosphere, and two large mugs of warm, pumpkin spice lattes appeared on the counter top, ready-made. “I’m a genius.” He complimented himself childishly, searching through the cupboards for chocolate.
As he returned, he found Naeun wrapped up in around three thick blankets, resembling a certain Pokemon he was fond of. Kneeling down, he placed a cup next to her and sat in front of her form, a look on amusement touching upon his features. “So it seems you’re ready to become a pretty Beautifly soon, hm?”
She was leaning back on a stack of pillows, “Is that a Pokemon?” She asked in disbelief, trying to free her arms to get to the mug. Peals of laughter cutting through the silence made her look up, her face red in embarrassment. “T-taemin! This isn’t funny!”
"On the contrary," He spoke mischievously, taking a sip of his latte, “This is hilarious.” She’d ignored him however, trying to free herself. Spitefully, he moved her latte a few inches away from her.
Naeun paused, looking up. Her glare burned imaginary holes through his skin. “Lee Taemin,” she spoke, her voice edging. “Give it to me now.”
"Give you what?"
"The latte!"
"You want a taste of the pumpkin spice latte?" He murmured, innocence lacing his tone.
"Obviously—"
He gripped her chin gently, leaning in close to her face, turning hers towards his. “Naeun, do you really want to taste the pumpkin spice?” He didn’t give her much time to answer before he’d pressed his lips firmly against hers— he wasn’t going to do anything; nothing too bad. He was just in a playful mood. His lips stayed upon hers for a few seconds, and in that time he mused over how soft hers were. Slowly but willingly, he eased off of her, a smirk tugging his lips upwards as he stared at her flushed face, “Lick your lips, you’ll taste it now.”
During the entire ordeal, he’d let go of her chin and helped her out of the blankets. It took a moment, but she finally realized that she was free, “You’re such a weirdo.” Naeun snorted, shaking the blankets off and reaching towards her own mug.
Ignoring the previous incident, they sat there in comfortable silence as the stared at the view of the outside world— there were couples falling in love, those breaking apart, there were children playing, mothers worrying, fathers rushing… all as the hours passed by. Occasionally, they would turn to the other, a short tickle-break in between the people watching.
Strangely enough, the lattes never seemed to end. They stayed significantly warm, though neither of them paid mind to that little factor as they sipped.
Two o’clock.
Five o’clock.
Seven o’clock.
It was already getting dark, and the snow wasn’t letting up. The sky was a beautiful shade of grey, contrasting greatly with the snow. Taemin had stopped the never-ending pumpkin spice around ten minutes back, and he’d finally finished his. A small pout had his bottom lip jutting out. Looking to the side, he realized that Naeun was in a similar situation— “I want more.” He murmured.
"I’ll say. Its weird… how did they last us all day?"
"Big mugs are big, I guess." The Angel laughed. It took him a moment to realize that she was directly in front of him. "Naeun?"
"I sorta want more too."
"You—"
"I want more pumpkin spice, Taemin.” She laughed, the sound resembling a light chime of bells.
[You’re flattering me now? Isn’t enough that you make Taemin feel like a special snowflake? -Puffs cheeks.- Dammit, stop being so awesome you perfect thing, you.]
