#arcadiawinterfair2020

“Did you get it?” Taehyun asked, eyes sparkling in wonder.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she raised the paperbag in her hands.

“Yeah, I got you all coffee from Starbucks like you all asked me too.” Y/N shook her head in amusement as Yeonjun pulled the door wide open with a whoop.

Taehyun grabbed the paperbag out of her hands, eyes greedily searching for his caramel macchiato while Yeonjun ushered Y/N over to the living room.

“We’ll give you your coffee, we’re almost done making cookies.” Soobin chuckled as Hueningkai poked his head out of the kitchen.

“Oh, hi Y/N! Thanks for the coffee!” Kai waved before his eyes fell onto Soobin. “Hey, hyung? I can’t find baking soda, would it make a difference if I just put actual soda in the batter?”

“No!” Soobin cried, immediately running into the kitchen.

Y/N laughed as she walked over to the couch where Beomgyu sat next to Yeonjun, who picked up the spare controller.

“Guess you aren’t the cook this time around, hm?” Y/N teased, making Yeonjun laugh.

“It feels nice, though I’m pretty sure they’d call me in a few.” Yeonjun replied, eyes not leaving the screen.

Y/N hummed in agreement, chuckling as she turned over to Beomgyu—who has not even spared her a glance since she came. His eyes were trained on the fierce race on screen, his Mario character gaining speed as she smiled.

“Not even a hello from my best friend?”

Beomgyu cracked a small smile, not replying as his fingers flew rapidly on the controller. There was a loud cheer from the screen, indicating his win. Beomgyu then laughed loudly, setting down the controller, turning over the girl and engulfing her in a warm bear hug.

“Welcome home!” He cheered.

“I don’t live here!” Y/N laughed back, hands wrapping around his torso as she settled on his chest. “I’m back.”

Beomgyu cracked a small smile, reaching towards the coffee table to take a quick sip of his coffee before picking up the controller once more. He swings an arm around Y/N’s body, making sure she was still in his arms as he started a new game with Yeonjun.

“I missed you,” He started, head resting lightly on the top her head. “You seem tired, though.”

“You saw me yesterday, though, and I am.” Y/N yawned, burying her head on his chest. “I have a lot of errands to run this morning. It was really cold and I had to go around a lot of stores.”

“What for?”

“My family’s coming over in a week, remember?” Y/N sighed. “I had a lot of shit to buy for mom.”

Beomgyu smiled, running his free hand through her hair as he replied softly.

“Well,” he started. “I don’t think Soobin-hyung, Tae and Kai are about to finish those cookied within the next hour. You can take a nap in my bed.”

Y/N looked up, smiling slightly.

“Really?”

“Of course.” Beomgyu replied as the girl yawned again.

“I’m too tired to move, though.” she whined softly.

Beomgyu sighed, cracking a tiny smile as he set his controller down. Yeonjun turned over to the two, a knowing smile on his lips as Beomgyu’s character stayed still on the screen—allowing the pink-haired boy to drive past.

“Come on,” he coaxed, lifting her arm.

“Where?” She moaned.

Beomgyu shook his head, a smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her up.

“What are you doing?” Y/N groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Go to sleep.” Beomgyu smiled, carrying her over to his joint bedroom with Soobin.

Y/N yawned as Boemgyu set her down on his bed, tucking her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll wake you up when the cookies are done, and I’ll warm your chocolate up, okay?” Beomgyu reassured as Y/N smiled.

“Okay.”

With a smile, Beomgyu’s hand reached over to the light switch—flicking it closed and opening the nightlight. With one final grin towards the girl’s sleeping figure, he pulled the door closed.

Three rounds of Mario Kart later, Yeonjun finally set his controller down and faced Beomgyu. Beside Beomgyu was Taehyun on the phone, frantically typing on the phone as he conversed with Hueningkai in the kitchen through texts.

“So,” Yeonjun started, leaning his head on his palm. “when are you going to confess?”

“Confess what?” Beomgyu asked, tilting his head as Taehyun snatched the controller from his hands.

“That you’re in love with Y/N?” Yeonjun snorted.

“I’m not.” Beomgyu replied defensively.

Taehyun rolls his eyes from his spot beside him, making Beomgyu gasp in offense.

“I’m not!”

“You’re so obvious, don’t deny it.” Taehyun chuckled rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re home!” Yeonjun teased with a laugh. “You can take a nap in my bed!”

Beomgyu blushed a bright red as Yeonjun started to laugh.

“Shut up!” Beomgyu whined as he stood up, stomping his feet.

“Y/N, I missed you!” Yeonjun continued as Beomgyu frowned, pouting as he crossed his arms.

“Stop, I don’t like her like that!”

“So, does that mean it’s okay if I asked her out on a date?” Yeonjun asked, laughing as Beomgyu immediately glared at him.

“Don’t you dare, hyung.” Beomgyu threatened before immediately gasping. “Do you like her?”

“Do you?” Yeonjun teased back, making Beomgyu shake his head adamantly.

“I don’t!”

“So, I can ask her out?” Yeonjun shot back making Beomgyu narrow his eyes, backing away towards his room.

“Don’t you dare.” Beomgyu hissed, turning sharply and entering his room as Yeonjun’s laughter rang through his ears.

He sighed, eyes falling onto Y/N’s sleeping figure. He flinched as the door slammed shut a little too loudly. Y/N moved on the bed, a muffled groan spilling from her lips as she lifted herself up to a seat and turned her head over to him.

“Are they done cooking?”

Beomgyu blinked at her, eyes gazing over her face before smiling softly and shaking his head.

“No, I was just loud. I’m sorry.” Beomgyu sighed as the girl climbed down the bunk bed, transferring from his bed to Soobin’s. “Go back to sleep.”

“Nah,” she said, settling down on Soobin’s bed and reaching out for him. “Get in.”

“That’s Soobin’s bed.”

“So?” Y/N yawned. “Come on.”

Beomgyu shook his head with a smile, laying down next to her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He turned towards her, face leveled with hers as he let his eyes dance over her face. Her eyes were closed as she smiled.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.” He whispered, making the girl open her eyes. “I like you.”

“I know, Gyuu.” Y/N smiled. “I like you too.”

“No,” Beomgyu sighed, shaking his head. “I like-like you.”

Y/N smiled, raising her body a little, propping her head on her elbow as she pushed his bangs away from his face.

“Oh, that like.” She said. “I like-like you, too.”

“Really?” Beomgyu gasped, his eyes lighting up as Y/N leaned forward a little.

“Really.” Y/N giggled, humming as Beomgyu’s grip on her waist tightened. “I always have.”

Beomgyu grinned, biting his lip as he leaned his forehead on hers.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Choi.”

Beomgyu smiled, lips connecting with hers softly. Y/N reached forward to pull his head closer with her free hand, making him giggle into the kiss.

“Cookies are done!” Soobin’s voice reverbrated through the house, followed by a quieter. “I think.”

Y/N pulled away, eyes darting over to the door with a grin.

“Should I save them?”

“They can handle their own.” Beomgyu grinned back. “Kiss me again.”

With another laigh, Y/N leaned forward, closing her eyes as Beomgyu pulled her under him—lips connecting with hers once more.

“There.”

Y/N only smiled as Taehyun secured his hands around her waist, grip tightening slightly as he leaned down to press his forehead on hers.

“Did you have fun today?”

“I did,” Taehyun hummed, placing a chaste peck on her lips. “I always have fun when I’m with you.”

“I’m glad.” Y/N hummed, closing her eyes as she cupped his face. “You’re cold.”

“I’m fine.”

Y/N only clicked her tongue, pulling away slightly to tug on his padded coat to close the buttons up further.

“I don’t want you to get sick.”

“You’re always taking care of me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Y/N smiled up at him, eyes twinkling as she gazed at him with the most love he’s ever seen in a person’s eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

Taehyun didn’t answer, only taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss on her palm.

“Hey, you know how you said my birthday gift wouldn’t come until next week?”

“Yeah, it’s stuck in the mail because it apparently got snowed in and—“

“I don’t want it.”

Y/N stopped, raising an eyebrow in confusing.

“What?”

“Do me something else for me instead.”

“Sure, what is it?” Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed in distress.

At this, Taehyun smiled. That’s just so Y/N to be distressed over not being able to give a gift she chose—to willingly give into the request of someone else for a gift despite already having spent so much for an object he allegedly didn’t want. It makes him more surer of what he’s about to do.

“Marry me.”

Y/N froze, eyes wide as her eyes searched his face for a mischievous grin or a teasing smirk. Instead, all she saw was a relieved smile, finally being able to say what he’s been dying to say all these years.

“Marry me,” he repeated. “I know we’re young and maybe you think this is too fast but—“

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything.” He smiled cupping his hands on her face. “I-I have the ring and everything—but I didn’t know I’d say it like this, but I am. I want this—I want you.”

“Taehyun,” Y/N gasped as he reached into his pocket to pull out a red velvet box, revealing a silver ring embedded with small diamonds. “Oh my god.”

Taehyun smiled, fiddling with the ring.

“I know I really don’t have much to offer right now, but I really can’t see myself without you.” He said, letting himself fall on one knee, hand reaching to grab one of Y/N’s. “We don’t have to get married right away, I can wait—just please. Say you’ll marry me.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, letting herself fall to her knees with a smile as she leaned her forehead on his—hands running through his dyed blonde locks as she kissed him. She pulled away, eyes falling onto the glinting diamonds on the—her—silver ring. She intertwined their hands with a smile.

He thought about the first day he met her. It was also a winter’s day. He remembered her clutching a cup of coffee, sitting inside a crowded cafe and watching people pass by. He came over, asking to sit with her as he waited for his own coffee—the shop was full. She said yes. He asked her name, she said she was Y/N. He asked to meet her again at the same time and place the very next day. She said yes.

He remembered the first time he kissed her, around a year afterwards. It was a random thing—asking her to go with him to walk around the snowy park. He didn’t really plan on kissing her—he didn’t plan on anything, but the way she looked so beautiful as the two of them ran around the snowy park—making snowmen and throwing snowballs at one another. He often found her looking up at the sky, catching the snowflakes in her hands as her eyes sparkled. He was so drawn to her—he couldn’t help himself. He asked if he can kiss her—and she said yes. Him leaning down, lips locking on hers as she giggled against his, was the fondest memory he held.

Then, he remembered that one day one month ago. She asked him why he won’t tell her anything anymore, then he told her he didn’t feel the same anymore. He held her hand under the setting sun, whispering apologies to her hair as she pounded on his chest. He felt his heart pang as tears flowed out of her eyes, then he felt it break the moment she stepped into a cab and left him alone in the middle of the park where they first kissed.

Days after that, he realized the truth—he lied to himself. He still loved her, but he couldn’t bring himself to go back—not when he broke her first. He couldn’t find it in himself to call her, or go to her and ask for her back. Not when he promised himself he would never be the guy to make her cry, but he was the one that broke her heart in broad daylight. Maybe that’s why it was a surprise when his phone rang, her face flashing on the screen.

“Y/N?” Yeonjun asked confused as he brought the phone to his ears. “Why are you calling?”

Instead of an answer, all he got back was a loud sob. Yeonjun found himself springing up, bolting over to his shoe rack and grabbing the first pair of sneakers he could find.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Y-Yeonjun,” Y/N sobbed. “Jisu has been crying for an hour now, and I’ve been trying everything.”

“Okay, breathe.” Yeonjun soothed, his voice soft and gentle as he grabbed his car keys. “Just try your best to calm her down. I’m on my way.”

Jisu, Y/N’s little sister, was the light of her life. The child was born just over a year ago—a few months after they started dating—with her parents often giving the little girl to her for emergency babysitting when duty calls or when work has been overbearing, which was good—except Y/N has never been good with children.

Yeonjun, however, was. It helped that Yeonjun was over almost everyday, he loved Jisu and Jisu loved him a lot. What usually happened was that Yeonjun often entertained the girl—played with her, soothed her, held her as Y/N busied herself with making the girl’s food, cleaning her up and everything else. It was a dynamic they easily fell into.

Perhaps that’s why Y/N is so distraught now. The thought of her teary eyes and shking voice when she called him reminded Yeonjun of the day she left, and he didn’t like that. So, when Yeonjun arrived at her apartment complex, he didn’t hesitate to sprint over to the stairs—ignoring the elevator completely as he climbed over three steps at a time to get to her faster.

“Y/N, it’s Jun!” He said, knocking on the door fast.

The door sprang open and he was met with the sight of her for the first time in one whole month. Her eyes were red from all the crying. Her hair was messy from all the times she ran her hands through it in frustration, her figure swallowed by a loose hoodie that Yeonjun knew he left in the small section of her closet reserved just for him. He cracked a small smile at her choice of clothing before reaching out to grab her hand gently.

“Hey, calm down. I’m here.” Yeonjun whispered as fresh tears sprung up in Y/N’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She didn’t know if it was just because it was the first time she saw him again after he broke her heart, or the fact that her sister has been crying for an hour straight with no way of being consoled, or the fact that this is the first time she’s ever been asked if she was alright after losing Yeonjun—but she couldn’t help herself as she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest as she cried.

“I-I don’t know why she won’t stop. I tried everything and she just shoving her plushie in my face.” Y/N cried. “Please help me.”

Yeonjun’s hand brushed through her hair, a sigh of satisfaction as he wrapped his free arm around her waist. He placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head as he shushed her gently.

“It’s alright, where is she?”

“My room.”

Yeonjun pulled away, intertwining their hands as he locked the door behind them and gently led the girl over to her bedroom. The boy’s eyes fell on the young girl sobbing on the bed—hands clutching the Olaf plushie he gave her when she turned one a few months ago.

“Junie!” The small girl cheered, immediately stopping her sobs as she clambered off the bed and onto him. “Up!”

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows as the girl raised her hands, gathering her tiny form in his hands and raised her up.

“Hi, Jisu.” Yeonjun cooed, tucking a lock of the little child’s hair behind her ear. “Why were you crying?”

“Junie where?” the girl responded, pointing outside the window. “Junie, promise!”

Yeonjun turned over to Y/N in confusion, who leaned by the doorframe with a shocked expression.

“You… were waiting for Yeonjun?” Y/N asked as she walked closer, dumbfounded at the little girl’s sharp nod. “Jisu, we can’t call him anymore, okay?”

“What do you mean?” Yeonjun asked, frowning as the girl blinked over at him. “Yes, you can.”

“We’re not dating anymore, Yeonjun.” Y/N responded softly, eyes downcast as Jisu climbed out of Yeonjun’s arms. “She has to get used to you not being here.”

“About that, I wanted to talk to you, Y/N—“

“Anyway, what did she mean by promise?” Y/N asked, turning her back to him and changing the subject. “Maybe if you give it to her, she’ll stop looking for you.”

“Snow.”

“Hm?” Y/N asked, turning over to him. “What about it?”

“Junie! Olaf! Promise!” Jisu replied, coming back and offering a carrot to the two adults. “Olaf! Junie!”

Yeonjun crouched down, taking the carrot out of her hands.

“You remember?”

“Remember what?”

“I promised her a few months ago that I would bring her to the park the next time she comes over and its snowing—she wanted to make a snowman.” Yeonjun sighed, picking the girl up. “We were watching Frozen, remember?”

Y/N’s eyes fell onto the Olaf plushie left on the bed, mouth opening.

“Olaf.” She gasped in realization. “She wants to play outside.”

“Can we?”

“It’s 6PM.”

“No, not yet.” Yeonjun replied, mischief in his eyes as he pointed at the digital clock by the door. “It’s 5:53.”

Y/N sighed, wringing her hands as she bit her lip. Yeonjun promised to take Jisu to the park—the dreaded park where he he first kissed her, then told her he didn’t love her anymore a year later. She didn’t think she was ready to go back there—much more with him clutching onto her little sister looking he was a whole-ass father and her following behind them with a diaper bag like some kind of overbearing mother. Still, she couldn’t help but crack into bits as he shot her pleading eyes and a pout.

“Fine.”

Yeonjun cheered, a grin on his lips as he crouched down and took Jisu’s hand in his—voice hushed as he leaned close to the little with a smirk, whispering conspiratorially.

“Hey Jisu,” he giggled. “Do you want to build a snowman?”

The Olaf he and Jisu made was, to be honest, looked more like a blob than a snowman—but the little girl didn’t know that, so it was fine. Yeonjun didn’t mind it—not when Y/N sat on a nearby bench, almost relieved at Jisu’s loud laughter. As he stuck the carrot on the snowman’s face, Yeonjun found the little girl gone from his side. Instead, she stood a few feet away—helping another child and their guardian build his own snowman.

“Soobin?” Yeonjun asked in surprise as his blue-haired best friend popped up from behind the snowman, shooting a grin at him.

“Oh, hi, hyung.” Soobin giggled, waving his hand as he pointed to the little girl patting the snowman next to him. “This kid yours?”

“Y/N’s sister.” Yeonjun nodded, eyes falling onto the girl watching him. “This is your nephew, right?”

“Yeah. My sister had a business meeting and asked me to come along and distract him. He was antsy so I just brought him here.” Soobin shared, pointing over to a cafe down the street. “I thought you said Y/N wouldn’t talk to you.“

“Well, she wasn’t—but here we are.” Yeonjun sighed.

“Back together?”

“Not yet,” Yeonjun frowned, hands falling onto Jisu’s hair with a skeptical look as he glanced back at the girl on the bench. “Hey, Bin, do you mind—“

“Watching the kid for a bit while you try and get Y/N back?” Soobin asked, lips tilting into a teasing smile as he giggled. “Of course not, go.”

“Thanks, man.” Yeonjun chuckled, not even attempting to deny Soobin’s words as he turned over to the little girl. “Hey Jisu, this is my best friend Soobin. I’m gonna talk to sissy for a bit while you play with them, okay?”

“Okay!” The little girl replied, not even sparing him a glance as she kept on adding layers and layers of snow onto the snowman.

“Go,” Soobin urged him, pushing him away.

Yeonjun shot the boy a grateful look before wandering back over to Y/N—sitting next to her. He watched as she stuck her hand out, lips pursed as she caught snowflakes on her palm.

“You know,” Yeonjun spoke up. “the first time I told you I loved you, you were catching snowflakes in your hands too.”

Y/N didn’t answer, eyes still fixed on the melting flakes of snow in her hands. Yeonjun sighed as he grabbed her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers.

“Hey, remember how we used to date?” Yeonjun asked, making the girl turn to him.

“Yes, until you decided to stop.” Y/N replied curtly, eyes turning back to her sister a few feet away. “Look, Yeonjun—thank you for helping me with Jisu, but please stop with—“

“With what?”

“This.” Y/N sighed, pulling her hands away as she gazed back at him. “I’m gonna be honest with you—I’m still not over you, and this really isn’t helping.”

“I’m sorry for what I did, but—“

“No buts,” Y/N closed her eyes. “I really don’t wanna hear the reason why you don’t love me anymore.”

“But I do.”

“Stop lying to me,” Y/N pleaded, turning back to him. “Stop making me believe this screwed-up fantasy about still having you—“

“but you do still have me—“

“Why did you even come?” Y/N asked, scooting away. “I mean, I called you at the spur of the moment, really. You could have said no.”

“You were crying—I hate it when you cry.”

“Is that why you left me?” Y/N wondered. “Is it because I looked ugly when I cried?”

“I think you look beautiful when you cry, Y/N.” Yeonjun replied. “You look beautiful all the time.”

“Then why?”

Yeonjun sighed, turning back to the little girl in the snow.

“Because I loved you too much, and you don’t deserve someone as crappy as I am.” Yeonjun replied. “So I convinced myself to believe I didn’t love you anymore, maybe it would hurt less when you leave.”

“Did it?”

“It was the worst mistake I’ve ever done.” Yeonjun sighed, turning back over to Y/N. “I still love you, Y/N.”

This time, her head was thrown back on the bench—eyes fixed at the cloudy sky. Her hands were outstretched once more, catching snowflakes in her hands. There were a few moments of silence before she sighed once more.

“I love winter.” She spoke. “I met you during winter, and you told me you loved me during winter.”

“I left you on winter too.”

Y/N turned over to him, a sad smile on her face.

“Maybe, and it hurt. That’s how I know that I loved you so much.” she said, free hand falling over his on the bench. “Besides, you’re coming back to me on a winter’s day too.”

Yeonjun slowly turned over to her, a grin on his lips as he leaned his forehead on hers.

“Can I kiss you?”

Her lips tilted to a smile, a soft giggle falling off her lips as he asked her the same question as the day he told her he loved her for the very first time.

“Yes.”

Yeonjun sighed in relief before crashing his lips against hers, hands delicately clutching her face as he savored the first taste of her in months. He pulled away softly, eyes closed.

“That was the worst month of my life.” Yeonjun said. “Don’t—I can’t lose you again.”

“Then don’t leave me again.” Y/N quipped back, hand slamming on his arm.

“I love you.” He giggled back, leaning down to place another kiss on her lips.

“I love you, too.”  Y/N smiled against his lips, uttering the words like it was her lifeline.

A snowball fell onto their laps, making Yeonjun flinch and almost bite Y/N’s lip as he pulled away. The couple looked over as Soobin stood up, hand still held out after throwing the ball.

“Save it for tonight, there are children here!” Soobin declared before plopping back down on the snowy ground next to the children.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, sighing as Y/N giggled—face buried against his neck as she wrapped her arms around his arm. Yeonjun chuckled back, pressing a soft kiss against her temple before glancing back at the large blob of snow he created with Jisu. With a grin, he squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Y/N smiled, looking back up at him and pressing a soft kiss against his lips before shaking her head with a chuckle.

“Baby?” He called.

No answer.

He pursed his lips, waiting for a reply. Soobin strained his ears, hearing muffled voices coming from the bedroom. He cracked a small smile as he trudged over the door, gently cranking it open to find his girlfriend wrapped in a small ball of blankets on the bed. The television played a random Netflix film, but the girl paid it no mind as she frowned at her laptop screen—furiously typing.

“Baby?”

The girl’s eyes was dragged away from the screen, and eyebrow raised at the doorway.

“Soobin?” She asked, face suddenly lighting up as she smiled. “Soobin!”

Soobin laughed softly, opening his arms as the girl propelled herself out of her warm blanket ball and wrapped her arms around his torso. Soobin raked his hands through her hair, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“What have you been up to?”

“Nothing much,” the girl sighed, burying her face on his chest. “I’m having a really tiring day. My paper had so much revisions, but we’re almost done.”

“My poor baby,” Soobin sighed, head snapping up as her laptop dinged continuously. “What’s that?”

“I asked my partner for the last part, maybe she’s done.” Y/N sighed, tilting her head up with a smile. “Kiss first.”

Soobin grinned, leaning down and placing a quick peck to her lips. Y/N giggled softly as she pulled away, dragging the laptop closer to her as more messages arrived. Soobin smiled as the girl narrowed her eyes before smiling, a sigh of relief as she typed one final message and closed her laptop.

“She’s submitted it,” she said, stretching with a groan and holding her arms out to him. “I’m so glad that’s over with. We can just cuddle now.”

Soobin laughed, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her. Y/N let out a soft squeal as his figure swallowed her.

“I love you,”

“I love you too, Binnie.” Y//N giggled back, burying her head in his chest. “I missed you. I missed being like this.”

“Me too.” Soobin sighed. “Sorry, I’ve been so busy.”

“I understand, baby.” Y/N hummed. “You have a lot to do. Besides, you’re here now.”

“Which reminds me,” Soobin started, pulling away. “I have plans today.”

“What plans?”

Soobin’s eyes sparkled as his eyes trailed over the the closed curtain, pushing it apart with a grin. Y/N gasped at the white flurries falling from the sky.

“It’s snowing.” Soobin grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Get your coat.”

“Come on, the cafe’s not so far.”

“Okay.” Y/N giggled as she intertwined her hands with the boy.

Y/N gasped and giggled as they passed by a group of kids throwing snowballs at each other. Soobin pulled her aside as a snowball almost hit her. He could only laugh at her amused giggles.

Finally, they ended up in a small cafe. It was warm and cozy when they entered. Soobin never released his grip on her hands as they stepped up to the counter, the boy flashing a soft grin at the barista before spewing off his orders.

“Two large hot chocolates to go.” Soobin ordered, pulling out his wallet.

“Not coffee today, babe?” Y/N asked, hands encircling his waist, making the boy laugh.

“No,” Soobin shook his head with a smile. “It’s the first day of winter. It means, it’s a day for hot chocolate.”

Y/N giggled as the boy leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her nose. He smiled endearingly as the girl tightened her grip around his waist, leaning closer to his chest.

Soobin smiled, watching her skip around the park with childlike wander. She held her hands out to catch snowflakes in her palm. He other hand held the cup of chocolate so delicately.

“Babe!” Y/N squealed, skipping back towards him and wrapping her arms around him.

Soobin laughing as he hugged her back. The girl raised her head and grinned at Soobin as he dusted off a snowflake that fell on her cheek.

“You’re so cute.” Soobin laughed, pulling her gently over to a snow-covered bench. “Let’s sit here.”

Soobin quickly dusted the snow off the wooden bench, making sure no ice was left on the seat before she sat. With a grin, he dusted off his own seat and sat next to her, arm wrapped snugly around her figure as she cuddled closer to him. He raised his cup silently, taking a sip of his coffee as the girl fiddled with her cup. He pressed his lips to her hair as she sighed in satisfaction.

“I love the snow.”

“Hm?” He asked, looking down at the girl. “Why is that?”

“It’s just—so magical. So beautiful.” The girl said, looking up at him. “Just like you.”

Soobin smiled, connecting his forehead to hers as he giggled back.

“You’re beautiful.”

Y/N grinned as she booped his nose, his cold finger surprising the boy and making him flinch. She giggled as he jumped in place. Y/N laughed, finally placing her hand on his face.

“I love you, Choi Soobin.”

Soobin blinked, eyes locking onto hers as he melted in his place.

“I know,” he said, leaning his forehead on hers. “and I love you, too.”