#winter date

suna’s hand is wrapped loosely around yours inside his pocket. it’s warm. steady. casual… except not really.

every few steps, you feel him glance at you.

and then—

click.

you nearly jump. “rin.”

“what?”

“you didn’t even warn me.”

“didn’t need to,” he says, lifting his phone slightly. “you looked good already.”

you squint. “you’ve taken three pictures in the last thirty seconds.”

“four,” he corrects, taking another.

“rintaro!”

he smirks — slow, lazy, smug — but there’s a softness in his eyes that ruins the faux-indifference completely.

“I’m documenting our date,” he says simply.

“you’re stalking me with an iPhone.”

“mm,” he tilts his head, pretending to think, “that’s just a side benefit.”

you elbow him gently. he huffs a laugh, arm tightening around yours as he pulls you closer, steam rising from the both of you in the cold.

the two of you wander through a small winter market — mugs of hot cocoa steaming in your hands, holiday music drifting through the air. suna barely looks at the booths, too busy pointing his camera at you whenever you turn toward a string light or smile at something cute.

you try to glare at him.

it doesn’t work.

he tilts your chin with one finger. “don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna take more.”

“you’re impossible.”

“and you’re pretty,” he counters, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, “unfortunate combination for my storage capacity.”

you blush so hard he has the audacity to take a picture of that too.

eventually, you wander into the small indoor arcade connected to the market — warm, loud, glowing with pink neon.

and there it is. the photobooth.

“no,” you say immediately.

“yes,” suna answers at the same time.

“rin—”

he’s already guiding you toward it.

“come on,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “we need at least one normal picture of us. for the records.”

“you’ll just make a stupid face.”

“no,” he says, opening the curtain, “you will. which is why I’m controlling the timing.”

you roll your eyes, but step inside anyway. the booth smells faintly of old velvet and sugar from the cotton candy stand outside. suna sits close beside you — too close — thigh pressed to yours, arm draped behind your shoulders as he feeds coins into the slot.

the screen flickers.

3… 2… 1…

the first photo is perfect — you smiling, him looking at you like the rest of the world blurred out.

then the second countdown starts.

suna turns his head the instant the timer hits 2. you feel his breath on your cheek.

“smile.”

“rin—”

click.

you’re laughing, half turning toward him, surprised.

the third timer begins.

he catches your hand and threads your fingers with his.

click.

your laugh turns bright, eyes half-closed, suna leaning in closer.

fourth timer.

he watches your expression shift — softening, warming — and something flickers across his own face.

click.

his nose brushes yours.

final frame.

there’s no warning. no pause. no hesitation.

he cups your jaw and kisses you — slow, warm, full — the kind of kiss that fills the tiny booth with something glowing and quiet and alive.

you don’t hear the shutter at all.

when the strip prints, you hold it between you both in the neon light.

first photo: normal. second: laughing. third: hands laced. fourth: gentle almost-kiss. fifth: kissing, fully, completely, beautifully.

you look up at him. he’s already looking at you.

“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

he leans down again, pressing a tiny kiss just beneath your jaw.

“you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs back. “and now I have proof.”

you swat at him lightly. he catches your wrist, pulling you into his side as you walk out of the booth into the warm arcade glow.

and, of course, he lifts his phone.

click.

“rin!”

“what? lighting’s good.”

“stop taking pictures of me!”

“no.”

your heart flips. your cheeks warm. and suna — endlessly annoyingly, devastatingly gentle — kisses the side of your head as he murmurs:

“if I could save this whole night forever, I would.”

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Today is your's and Heeseung's 3 year anniversary, all years filled with love, laughs and memories.

Heeseung makes sure to not spill any secrets to you. Go to the Grotto, feed the reindeer and then...propose.

He's a nervous wreck, getting support from his members and family, making sure the ring is perfect and that he remembers what he will say when the time comes.

"Hee? Should we wear matching jumpers?" You ask, stepping into your shared bedroom showing a pair of matching jumpers. The sight alone makes him melt, such a small detail which could bring his plan together.

"Yeah, let's do that." You both put the jumpers on, and he pulls you into his arms to make you shriek as you land on the beanbag at the foot of the bed.

You roll over onto the other side giggling and pushing a strand of hair away from Heeseung's forehead.

"You're so silly, we're gonna be late and I want to feed the reindeer!" He groans as you try to pull him up, and he just drags you back down onto his body. "Come on Y/N, the reindeer will be there all day today. I wanna at least spend time with you first on our anniversary, unless the reindeer are more important?" He teases, poking your sides, making you squirm in his firm hold.

"Yes they are! It's mini you!" You giggle, eventually thumping onto the floor, rubbing your head.

"Karma! Karma! Oh I wish I filmed that." He gets up, laughing, pulling you up with your hands. You brush yourself off, sending him a playful glare. "You owe me a snowglobe."

Ah, yes, how could he forget your snowglobe collection. You always collect one each year when you accompany Heeseung on tour and even from your childhood. You have a total of 23 and every single Christmas you organise them on a shelf yourself, Heeseung's hands have never even touched one, due to your strict rules. "I will cut your hands off if you touch one." Your threat to him.

"Can we actually go now Hee?" His eyes widen a little in nervousness, before grabbing the car keys and wrapping you up in your coat, scarf, hats and gloves, before doing the same to himself, with your help.

"Y-yeah, let's go." He helps you into the car. "Why so nervous?" You ask, his hand on your leggings covered thigh, intertwining your fingers with his as he starts the drive.

"Me? Nervous? Never." He says in a nonchalant attitude which only makes you more suspicious of him. "Lee Heeseung, do not lie to me. I have known you for 7 years, dated you for 3 of them. I know you're tricks and secrets." He sighs, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he focuses on the road.

"It's a surprise okay? It's a risky one but I really hope you accept it." You tilt your head in confusion, but stay quiet, looking at the snowy streets and people passing.

"Just trust me, okay?" He quickly glances at you, before putting his eyes back on the road, giving your hand a squeeze.

"I always trust you. Just don't murder me." You both burst into a fit of giggles, before finally relaxing again, playing with yours and his promise rings. That's what you got for each other on your 1 year anniversary.

Eventually, you both reach the venue. Staff dressed up as elves, children screaming in joy and running around in the snow and couples drinking hot chocolate whilst sharing kisses.

Heeseung helps you out of the car. "Here we go!" He takes your hand and leads you to the ticket booth, buying your entry, then straight to the reindeer.

"Oh gosh! Look at them Hee!" The reindeer are standing there, accepting treats from children and adults, letting them be gently pet which makes your heart burst in excitement.

"Go on Jagiya, here." He gives you some treats that the staff gave him. "Oh! Thank you! I love you so much."

The reindeer tickle your hand when they eat and you gently stroke its head by the antlers, causing it to huff in delight.

Heeseung watches you with a warmth in his eyes, like you're the only person left in the world. He hopes his surprise works now.

"Y/N? Will you come with me after? To the frozen lake. I need to ask you something." Heeseung says, when you finish feeding the reindeer and washing your hands.

"Yeah! Let's go. That was so fun, I enjoyed that so much." You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads you to the lake.

When you get the, the lake is followed by a large clearing, hills and trees are topped with a fine layer of snow, bird passing overhead. You point out all of the beauties in the scene, but you don't hear Heeseung's response causing you to turn around.

And there he is. On one knee. A ring box in hand.

"Y/N, I've known you from before my debut and you stuck with me through the highs and lows of the career, even became like a sister to the members, who are so happy to have you. But, our moments have meant everything to me, the cuddles in the thunderstorm, seeing you backstage in tour dancing like nobody is watching and even just our closeness. I know that you're the one for me...and I hope that I'm the one for you too. So, Y/N Y/L/N...will you marry me and let me cherish you forever?" He asks, eyes glossed over from unshed tears, which match yours.

"Y-Yes..of course I will. You're the one for me." You sob, kneeling with him, both of you not caring your trousers will get wet.

He slides the ring onto your finger and hugs you, people from the general public also clapping, some recording, due to fans knowing of your whereabouts and paparazzi leaks.

You both stand and share a kiss, ready for your new chapter in life, as well as 6 different "treat her well or else" speeches from the members.