#ccminhyuk

snow — a drabble of our characters building a snowman together!

minhyuk, as far as hyunwoo (or anyone really) can tell, is bursting with positive energy due to all of the snow that fell from the sky last night. he banged loudly on his front door that morning, urging him to dress warmly because snow days shouldn’t be wasted indoors!

“did you bring the carrot and the scarf?”

“of course i did.”

“great! let’s get started. i want to make the best snowman in busan! you make the middle part, okay?”

he obeys the other’s orders, piling large amounts of snow together and ultimately forming a large, white sphere shape with gloved hands that happen to be chilly despite being guarded with leather. the thought of going back inside to have a hot cup of coffee is tempting, but seeing his friend smile with glee is something that can’t be passed up. 

“hyunnie, i’m done with the bottom! put the part you made on top please ~” 

rain: i’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain

rain was wet — eunwoo learned this in kindergarten, paired with colorful photos that portrayed each season. the thick paper was laminated to conserve its integrity from the grubby hands of five-year-olds. however, eunwoo may as well have learned it here, pressed to minhyuk, cool droplets snaking down his spine.

minhyuk smelled of rainfall. the essence of earth was matted into his cologne, like something natural and whole and unheard of in this world. it lingered with his warm breath, cascading as a vapor would between them, and eunwoo almost didn’t feel the beads of water streaming down the side of his face, collecting on his eyelashes and falling with each blink. 

it was cold, but the only thing trembling was eunwoo’s heart — he didn’t know it could beat like this. he was warm. the quiet between them was too loud, louder than the fit of precipitation around them. flustered, eunwoo looked away, breathing in the fresh air that wasn’t yet polluted by the fever that settled and swelled between their bodies. it was impossible — eunwoo wasn’t the sort to be swept up in a moment, a victim of silly daydreams and idealized romance. 

then, minhyuk’s hands fit around his cheeks, raindrops melting between their skin, and eunwoo wasn’t so sure anymore. his thumb was velvet and smoothed away droplets as if they were tears, tsking under his breath. the boy could feel everything — how minhyuk’s palm was a blanket over  his cheeks and his fingertips planted heavily on his temples. it wasn’t a bad feeling.

one of them leaned in first, he didn’t know who. all he remembers is being pulled forward, and a pair of lips met his own. it was innocent and soft and nice. eunwoo was a little dizzy in the head.

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