meanwhile, at your place, boredom was slowly consuming you. the dullness seemed to multiply exponentially, making the hours feel like days. suddenly, an idea struck you like lightning—a foolproof way to kill your boredom and maybe even spend some time with jo.

with your fingers flying across your phone's keyboard, you swiftly typed out a message, inviting jo over without mentioning your ulterior motives. you hit send, half-wondering if he would even consider your request.

but to your delight, jo replied almost instantly, his reply filled with his usual awkwardness: "oh uh, sure. i wasn't really doing anything anyway".

an excited flutter danced in your chest as you prepared for jo to arrive, making sure you had clean brushes and fresh makeup laid out. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. jo may be your friend, but there was just something about him that made your heart race a little faster.

minutes later, the doorbell chimed, signaling jo’s arrival. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

"so, what's the plan for today?" jo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"we’re going to have some quality time," you replied, leading him to your bedroom.

confusion flashed across jo’s face, but he decided not to press the matter. after all, there were plenty of strange adventures you'd roped him into during your friendship.

upon entering your room, jo’s eyes landed on the chaos of makeup supplies spread across your dresser. his eyes widened comically.

"you’re not going to suggest i do your makeup, are you?" he asked, panic lacing his voice.

biting your lip, you let out a nervous chuckle. "uh, actually, that was exactly my plan."

jo stared at you, disbelief etched on his face. "you’re kidding, right?"

with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you shook your head. "nope, dead serious. come on jo, it'll be fun!"

you guided jo to sit in front of the vanity mirror, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. jo looked both adorable and slightly terrified. he bit his lip, his gaze fixed on the soft brushes in front of him.

"okay, but no promises that it’ll come out good," jo mumbled, finally giving in.

for the next hour, jo followed your step-by-step instructions, his fingers trembling as he tried to recreate the makeup looks you were showing him. the room filled with laughter and comfortable silence, the two of you bantering and teasing each other throughout the process.

at one point, jo’s hand shook so badly that instead of applying mascara to your lashes, he ended up streaking black lines across your face. you burst into fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as jo scrambled to fix his mistake.

"this is harder than drawing," jo muttered sheepishly, his deep voice tinged with slight frustration.

as the afternoon wore on, jo’s initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence. his touch became more sure, his strokes lighter and more delicate. but just as the two of you were nearing completion, disaster struck.

jo’s hand slipped, and a vibrant splatter of red lip tint landed squarely on your pristine white duvet.

his voice filled with panic, jo stammered, "i’m so sorry! i didn't mean to!"

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "it's okay, jo. it’s just makeup. i can wash it off."

relief washed over his face, and he smiled. "i’ll buy you a new duvet cover, okay? i promise."

the mess on your duvet somehow solidified the bond between the two of you. jo’s apology was filled with genuine affection and concern that tugged at your heart, making you realize how much you meant to each other.

Nicholas felt a gust of icy air coming through the open window, making him shiver. He heard your excited voice and groaned, rubbing his eyes wearily. "Y/n! Close the window, it's freezing out there," he said and snuggled back under the blanket. "Wake up Nicho! It's snowing!" he heard you exclaim. His eyes immediately shot open, and sure enough, it was snowing! "Alright, I will. But only if you shut the window first," he replied. You slammed the windows shut and he let out a content sigh, snuggling back into his warm cocoon. After a few moments of peaceful rest, you suddenly pulled the blanket off of him and shook him awake. "Come on, Nicho, wake up it's late!"

Nicholas muttered under his breath, "No it's only 7 am, go back to sleep. We can go out later." He tried to pull you back down but you were persistent, and eventually, he gave up and got out of bed. "Hurry up and get dressed, I'll make us coffee," you said and Nicholas nodded before scurrying off to the bathroom.

As much as he hated the idea of stepping out in the snow, he loved the sight of you so excited to play in it. And he loved it even more when you two would come back home, and you'd beg him to cuddle with you by the fireplace. He never said no to those requests, and would simply hold you close to him without saying a word.

As Nicholas was getting dressed, he heard you humming to yourself in the kitchen, making your coffee. When he finally made his way to the kitchen, he saw you looking out the window, admiring the children playing in the snow. He sat down beside you and grabbed his coffee, and you turned around and smiled at him. "We should hurry up, I don't want to go after all the good snow is used up." Nicholas raised an eyebrow in confusion at your words, "What do you mean by 'good snow'?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes and said, "Nevermind, you wouldn't understand. But just hurry up, please." Nicholas smirked as you grabbed your cup of coffee and took a sip, "Careful, it's hot."

After finishing your drinks, you two put on multiple layers of sweaters and coats before leaving the house. But no sooner had you two stepped out, Nicholas started complaining about how cold it was and asked if you were done playing so that you two could finally go home. You simply threw snowballs at him, and he continued to grumble while playing in the snow.

After almost an hour of being outside, Nicholas finally convinced you to go back home and dragged you behind him. He felt much more excited about returning home than he did about playing in the snow. When you two were finally back inside, he helped you take off your coat and you sighed as you felt the warmth of your house.

"Do you want something warm to drink?" Nicholas asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

You asked him for a hot chocolate and he said he'll have it ready in a few minutes.

You waited by the fireplace for him to return, warming your hands and revelling in the comfort of your home. Nicholas came back after a few minutes with two cups in his hand and a smile on his face. He handed you the cup and sat down beside you. You put the cup aside after you were done and looked over at Nicholas. He placed his cup beside yours and looked at you with that knowing smirk. "Yes, darling. Do you want something?"

Your request of "Can we cuddle, please?" made Nicholas' smile grow wider as he opened his arms and invited you in with a warm, "Of course, baby. Come here." You gladly stepped into his embrace, feeling safe and secure as your head rested on his chest and you listened to his comforting heartbeat. It was so cosy and comfortable in his arms that you never wanted to leave. Nicholas, meanwhile, wished that it would snow every day, so you two could cuddle like this and feel at home in each other's arms forever.

the sound of thunder cracked through the night, startling jo. his head snapped up, instantly alert. It was then that he noticed you, the love of his life, beside him on the couch. sleep had claimed you, your face peaceful and blissful.

but the sudden noise had disturbed your slumber. your eyes fluttered open, wide and startled, confusion mixed with fear etching across your features. jo's heart lurched in his chest at the sight. he had never been good at comforting others, his awkward nature sometimes hindering his actions.

"hey... what’s wrong? are you okay?" jo’s voice, laced with concern, barely escaped his lips as he reached out to grasp your hand. his touch was tentative, his fingers gently intertwining with yours.

you turned to him, your gaze searching for reassurance in his eyes. "i-i’m sorry, jo. the thunder scared me," you admitted, your voice quietly trembling.

jo's usual stoic demeanor faltered, a wave of empathy washing over him. he wanted nothing more than to bring you peace, to provide the comfort he knew you deserved. though his voice still held a trace of awkwardness, he spoke softly, hoping his words would alleviate some of your fear. "it’s okay, y/n. storms can be pretty scary sometimes. even i get scared of them sometimes."

a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, grateful for his presence and understanding. it was often in these vulnerable moments that you appreciated jo even more. with his gentle touch and kind gaze, you felt safe and protected.

guiding you to a more comfortable position on the couch, jo wrapped his arms around you, embracing you with a tenderness that spoke volumes. your body nestled against his, finding solace in his warmth and grounding presence.

his fingers instinctively began to weave through your hair, their touch gentle and soothing. the rhythmic motion created a peaceful aura, reminding you that you were not alone. "you're safe here, y/n. nothing can harm you," jo whispered, his voice a reassuring murmur.

the storm outside raged on, but within the walls of the dorm, you felt a serenity settle over you. listening to the harmony of raindrops against the window and the steady beat of jo's heart, you gradually felt your fears ebb away. as his embrace enveloped you, lulling you into a sense of security, you found your tense muscles relaxing, your racing heartbeat gradually slowing.

in jo's arms, you felt cherished and loved. the awkwardness that often accompanied his actions melted away, leaving behind a deeper, unspoken connection. it was in these moments that you realized the depth of his emotions, the lengths he would go to bring you comfort and peace.

as the storm subsided, a hush settled over the room, and jo continued to hold you, watching over your peaceful slumber. in those quiet moments, he made a silent promise to always be there for you, to weather any storms that may come your way.

for as long as you slept in his arms, jo vowed to offer you solace during the stormy nights, helping you find peace, love, and the comfort that only he could provided.