Cinnamon Snow ||| Seonghwa x Reader
Summary: You and your boyfriend hire out a cabin in the snowy woods for the winter holidays to spend some time relaxing away from the hustle of normal life. Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Just a chaotic reader I guess Word Count: 2576 Theme Song: Home - JBJ95 AN: The first fic of the prompts made by @songi-writes. This is a mix between 1 & 2, because I found the prompts too late in the day of the 1st Dec. so oops.
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You awoke to a bright light, and a painful chill in the air. Groaning, your hands swept across the other half of the bed to find only the blankets, stone cold. Sitting up, you lazily opened your eyes as best you could, daylight gleaming between your eyelashes and causing you to whine.
“Seong… hwa? Seongie…?” you drawled, hands coming up to your rapidly cooling face. You palm met your near-icy nose and you hummed in dissatisfaction, grimacing as you prepared for the trek downstairs.
The bare pads of your feet met the wooden floorboards that may as well have been crafted out of solid snow, and you hissed at the iciness. Grumbling, you hauled the duvets over your hunched figure, before descending the stairs like a cryptid. With you head half-covered by a fringe of a quilt and your legs embroidered with the tassels of an ancient blanket, you stumbled waywardly towards the only sounds that could be heard, echoing densely from down the hallway.
When you passed the desktop (garnished with a lace cloth that really didn’t fit the rest of the cabin’s aesthetic) halfway down the corridor, your nose, frozen by the lack of heat, was filled with a sweet, heart-melting scent. The incense of Christmas.
Cinnamon.
Speeding up your gait, you waddled straight into the kitchen, barging the door open with a padded arm and giving your boyfriend the fright of his life.
“Oh! Good morning b—what in the name of...?”
“Morning!” you greeted briefly, breathing in the warmth and instantaneously forgetting your troubles. “What’re you...?”
“Baking,” Seonghwa replied, straightening his apron as he tilted himself so he could just about catch a glimpse of your face beneath the duvet, “cinnamon rolls—have you got all of the bed covers with you?”
You bowed your body in a ‘yes’.
He grimaced slightly, eyes reflecting a level of disdain that your more chaotic antics often warranted, but his lips were being toyed with by a smile, gently tugging his expression into disdainful and amused bafflement. “Well then, since you actively chose to bring them with you this time—”
“Yeah,” you interjected, “unlike last time where you threw me—!”
“I did not throw you—!”
“Bloody yote me, you did.”
“I?! No, it—! I would still argue that you didn’t even have to bring them then either but...” You scowled defiantly, not that he could really see with the hood of your duvet slouching right down and nearly to your nose, all while he continued, “...this time you can help me put them all back.”
You sighed, exaggerated and indignant, but he just chuckled.
“Fine,” you groaned, faking impudence, before leaning a bit closer to the bowl.
“Do you want to help?” Your boyfriend’s smile was wide, sunny and heart-warming—just like the rest of him—and so you lifted your duvet tentatively to see more of it. His smile only faltered when your head turned back to the soon-to-be-food and you got a bit too close to where he was mixing. “Yah, be careful!”
“Seong, I’m not going to get the mixture on the blankets, you’re too careful for that!” you giggled, nonetheless pulling the blankets closer to your body.
“Well, if you’re sure.” He handed you a spoon. “If you want to help though, you’re going to need to lose the blankets.”
“And freeze to death? No thanks.”
He shook his head with a laugh, placing the spoon back in its holder. “Well, you’d better go get dressed then. The heating will warm the house up soon enough. I’ve also got something to show you, but it’s outside so…”
A spark of curiosity began to glimmer in your chest. “Oh? What is it?”
“A surprise,” he answered, a small, satisfied smirk on his features, “that you won’t get to find out unless you get dressed.”
You were interested to say the least.
With a bit of jostling, you managed to slip the duvet further down from your head just enough so you could chastely press your lips to his jaw, before waddling away, back up the stairs. “Thank you! I love you so much!”
“You have until these go in the oven!” he called after you, cheeks starting to hurt from how widely he was beaming. He could still feel the pressure of your lips against his skin, and it set more shivers up his spine than the cold ever did.
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.
It wasn’t long before the mix had been made, rolled and placed in the encompassed heat of the oven.
Seonghwa pressed the buttons on the timer, eyebrows furrowed, before hanging up his mitts on their hook on the back of the door.
As he opened it again, he was confronted by you, suited up in a thousand layers.
Once again, you witnessed his beautiful dark eyes widen and gorgeously curved lips part to emit a barely audible cry of surprise. It was satisfying to see the usually calm and collected man break face for a second. And it was just visually satisfying to see him anyway I mean, look at him.
He did wonder how you’d managed to sneak up so quietly, but looking at the thick fluffy festive socks you wore (over several other pairs), he didn’t find it much of a surprise.
“Aren’t you hot?” he enquired, humoured but slightly worried.
“Of course I am Seonghwa,” you tossed your head dramatically to the side, “you wouldn’t date me otherwise.”
He barely restrained himself from face-palming. “No, I mean—”
“So you don’t think I’m hot then?” you pursed your lips, trying to cover up your teasing smirk. “Ooooh, Hwa you’re in trouble...!”
His eyes widened even more as he guffawed. “That—! That’s not what I meant, you—!”
“I know, I know, relax,” you waved your gloved hand, “and no I’m not, because the heating still isn’t on.”
He frowned, puzzled, and stepped around your marshmallow-like pile of coats and into the corridor. Instantly, he was met with an iciness that the kitchen’s oven hadn’t managed to permeate.
“Oh.”
The landlord had promised that the cabin’s heating was fine and fully serviced when you decided to rent it out that winter holiday.
You caught onto Seonghwa’s distaste. “Yeah, I know, they lied. The little—”
“Do you mind—”
“No I do not.”
“—lighting a fire?”
“Oh, sure.”
You headed off, along the dingy corridor and into one of the rooms on the left.
Seonghwa suddenly became rather afraid that said-room wasn’t the living room with the hearth.
“Lighting a fire in the fireplace, I mean!” he shouted after you. He turned his back to turn off the kitchen light, and prayed that the movement he saw out of the corner of his eyes was just his imagination, and not you heading out of a room and into another.
He exhaled. Even if you had some chaotic tendencies, and caused him no end of trouble, he wouldn’t trade you for the world.
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.
Eventually, a fire was lit, and Seonghwa had put on a few more layers.
After strapping up his coat—chic as per usual—he began to unlock the door, while you sat on the stairs, trying to do up your boots.
“Ready to go, little marshmallow?” he threw over his shoulder, not really looking at you, who currently was caught in a predicament.
And this was something in your favour, as it likely saved you no end of shame.
You, at that moment, were straining with your arms outstretched, desperately trying to reach your laces for long enough so you could tie them. You no doubt looked like an upturned beetle, trying to roll itself back onto its legs.
“Not really,” you huffed, falling back and catching a breath. You could just about reach it, but it was hard work, and it hurt a little bit.
You didn’t like the way Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at that moment.
It was that teasing glint, that mischievous glimmer.
“Aww, can my little marshmallow not quite reach her own little feet?” he cooed.
You told him to shut up, but it only made it worse.
“Awww, does she need some help from her lovely, handsome boyfriend to do her little laces?”
It was at that moment you vowed you would avenge your pride.
And you had the perfect plan.
Through his teasing, your boyfriend did still do up your boots for you, even if you turned your head as he requested a kiss as a thank you.
Instead you slipped past him and beckoned him through the front door.
“You won’t give me a thank you kiss?” he said, pouting.
“Show me this surprise and I may reconsider.”
“Meanie.”
“Love you too babe!” And you darted out of the doorway and into the cold.
With a sigh, and a laugh, he shook his head and followed after you, into the depths of the winter cold.
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.
Seonghwa knew he probably should have been looking at the scenery around him, with its trees draped with cascades of white like wedding veils, the tiny robins flitting every now and again between the shallows and summits of the snowy drifts.
But he was instead staring at you, your own eyes entrained on the tiny snowflakes that melted in your gloved palm. Delicate and silent, their minuscule crystals faded into nothing, and you poked at the tiny dabs of water that they left behind, entranced.
This wasn’t what he wanted to show you, but if you were in awe at snowflakes, he knew you would find the next part absolutely astonishing.
“Seongie, are you staring at me again?” you asked, a mischievous tone to your voice.
“How could I not?” he responded.
You curled your lip at his answer, looking up and shaking your head. “Ew.”
“Ew?”
“Yeah, ew.”
“Me?
“Yeah, you.”
He put his hands on his hips, sending you a look that you had dubbed his Mum Stare. “Now listen here Y/N, you should remember that you are beautiful enough to distract your boyfriend from many things, and—”
“Including the path?”
“Yes, including the path, but luckily you haven’t quite distracted me from that just...” he took a glance at his surroundings for reassurance, only to find the fence he’d been following as guidance was nowhere to be found, “...yet.”
You stopped. “We’re lost aren’t we.”
He followed suite, but was laughing anxiously. “We’re not lost don’t worry! I know exactly where we are.”
“Where?”
“Well,” his eyes scoured the trees around him, desperate to pick up a sign, “we are... in a forest. Yes. I know that much.”
You arched your eyebrow. “Oh no.”
“Look, it’s fine, we’ll just retrace our steps and—”
Suddenly, you jerked up a hand and pointed over his shoulder. “Oh Seonghwa, look!”
He spun on his heel, and felt relief wash over him like the waters of a hot shower. Through a gap in the trees, not too far away, an abnormally large sheet of azure climbed up into the obscurity of the treetops. At its feet, a pool of deeper blue, and, leading down the hill to it, a path that cut a rune in the snow.
“Oh, there it is.”
“Is that the...?” Your laugh puffed a cloud of silver that dissipated as you suddenly took off into a jog. “Come on, let’s go!”
He took off after you, trying to encourage you to be careful and watch your step but it was no use, you were already bounding down the steep hill, disappearing into the frosted bracken.
As you came up to the opening of the trees, your eyes glistened.
You came to the bank of a solid lake, reflecting shields of light from the sun hidden behind the clouds. And, at its furthest point, descending from the broken plateau above, was a huge waterfall, frozen in time by winter’s hands.
“Oh, Seonghwa…!” you whispered, feeling him make the final steps to reach your side.
Gazing at the sheet of blue, even he was stunned. It was taller than he’d expected, and seemed to trap the smallest glimmers of light in its frozen surface, a jagged cloth of illuminated night sky.
You leant your body into his, resting your head against his shoulder, admiring the spectacle through clouded breath.
“It’s so beautiful...”
“I thought you might like it,” he grinned, bringing an arm around your back to pull you in closer.
“Like it?” you glanced up at him, “I love it! Thank you so much for bringing me here, I’m sorry it took me so long to get out of the house...”
“You know I don’t mind. And that I wouldn’t want you any less difficult.” He pressed a kiss to your exposed temple, before drawing the hem of your bobble hat to cover your bare skin.
You didn’t push off his fussing this time round however, and fulfilled your promise from earlier, standing on tiptoe as best you could in clunky boots and gave him a proper kiss.
“There,” you said, about to continue, but you found yourself at a loss for words. His blushed cheeks and nose, with his determined stare and delighted smile, all made him appear like a snow prince. His beauty had snatched your voice away.
“Y/N, you better not be staring at me again,” he mimicked, smirking at you.
“Oh shush! Just... go get a photo of the ice-fall, go on!” You ushered him away, closer to the lakeside.
He obeyed happily, drawing his phone from his inside pocket, and striding through the thicker snow with ease, off to get a better view.
Though he didn’t stride fast enough, and he’d taken the bait oh so nicely.
As soon as his back was turned, you scooped up a bundle of snow, as much as you could carry, and chased after him.
The only piece of warning he got was the sound of a flurry of footsteps passing through the snow.
Within seconds, you’d thrown the snow in his hood, and pulled it over his head.
He shrieked, halting in his steps with hands flying to his head to brush off as much of the cold as he could manage.
You attempted to make your escape, turning in the snow and trying to make your way back up the hill.
Only that Seonghwa was much faster than you, and somehow was able to catch you.
Snaking his hands around you waist he pulled you back, but the momentum of your run and his tug collided and knocked the two of you into the snow in a chorus of laughter.
“Nice try, little marshmallow!” he cried, scooping some snow onto your face.
“Hey!”
He chuckled, swooping in to kiss you once again, but you caught his face with your hands. He tried to wriggle free but you held him still.
“There is no escape!” you declared, smushing his cheeks.
“Even if I ask really nicely?” He mumbled through his pursed lips.
You brushed your nose against his tauntingly. “Try it!”
“Pretty please?” He bat his eyelashes, pulling the best puppy-dog eyes he could.
You didn’t even hesitate.
Both your lips may have been cold, bitten by the air, and you may have been shivering in the cradle of the snow, but his kiss set your skin on fire no less.
This winter would never be the most peaceful of them all, not when you ran rampant. However, that was the best part of every season, to him, and he wouldn’t change you for the world.
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AN: I struggled to end it but here we are! The following oneshots will likely not be this long, because I don’t quite have as much time :(( but I look orward to writing them nonetheless. Thanks for reading!
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(edited 22/01/2020)