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Summer might be the best season but nothing compares to the cozy nights wrapped in blankets when a certain someone isn’t tossing the sheets, kicking you and telling you that you snore, you’re too warm and that you take up too much space. Su-bong preferred hugging his boyfriend tightly while he slept peacefully than having to hear him complain all night.
It’s December and Su-bong notices the weather first. Not because it’s cold, but because the light in the room feels different. Softer. Pale and glowing, spilling through the window like it’s been filtered through clouds. He blinks, then turns his head toward the glass.
White. Everywhere.
A smile tugs at his lips before he even realizes it’s there.
Beside him, Namgyu is still asleep, tangled in blankets, breathing slow and even. His hair fans out against the pillow and his face is relaxed in a way it rarely is during the day. The older shifts closer, careful not to wake him, and traces a lazy line along Namgyu’s cheek.
“Namsu” he whispers. “Hey.”
A groan. Namgyu buries his face deeper into the pillow. “What is it? It’s too earlyyyy…” He complained.
“It snowed.”
Silence.
Then, slowly, one eye opens. “No it did not. Don’t lie.”
Thanos chuckles. “I wouldn’t lie about snow.”
That gets Namgyu moving. He pushes himself up on one elbow and squints toward the window. The moment his brain catches up with his eyes, he freezes.
“…Oh.”
Snowflakes drift down in thick, lazy clusters, coating rooftops, trees, the street below. The world outside looks like it’s been freshly painted.
Namgyu sits up fully now, hair wild, blanket slipping down his shoulders. “It actually snowed.”
“Told you.”
Namgyu turns and grins at him, bright and unguarded. “We’re going outside.”
“What? Now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
Ten minutes later, they’re both half-awake and terribly dressed. The rapper in a proper puffer jacket. Neon green. He could be seen miles away, and Namgyu in a hoodie that is absolutely not winter-appropriate, insisting he’ll be fine. Until his boyfriend physically forces him into his black jacket and a matching beanie. Scarves are crooked, gloves mismatched, boots hurriedly tugged on.
The moment they step outside, cold air bites at their cheeks and Namgyu gasps dramatically. “Okay. It’s cold.”
Thanos laughs. “You’ll survive.”
The snow is untouched, smooth and glittering, stretching across the yard like a blank page. Namgyu steps forward and immediately leaves a lopsided footprint. He looks down at it with wonder.
“We’re the first ones out here,” he says quietly.
“It’s worth it…” Su-bong says, admiring the landscape.
Namgyu bends down and scoops up a handful of snow, shivering when it seeps through his gloves.
“Cold…” He mutters.
The taller crouches beside him. “You’ve gotta pack it.”
“Like this?” Namgyu presses the snow together, concentrating hard.
Too late.
Namgyu launches the snowball directly at Thanos’s chest. It explodes on impact, snow scattering everywhere.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then Thanos slowly looks down at the snow clinging to his coat. He looks back up at Namgyu.
“…Oh. You’re done.”
Namgyu’s eyes widen. “Oh you wouldn’t dare…”
Thanos scoops snow with alarming efficiency and fires back. It clips Namgyu’s shoulder, and Namgyu lets out an offended noise before retaliating. Soon they’re both laughing too hard to aim properly, snowballs flying everywhere, some missing entirely, some exploding against coats and scarves and legs.
Eventually, Namgyu acknowledges his loss and drops everything to grab his boyfriend. They stumble together, falling, faces inches apart. Namgyu is straddling his lap as they laugh.
For a moment, they stare at each other. Breath fogging the air, laughter slowly fading and leaving behind dumb smiles.
Then Namgyu snorts. “Truce?”
“Truce” Su-bong agrees.
And they share a kiss, not rushed, not hungry, just pure love and affection. Su-bong can’t help but smile into it as he gently slips his tongue in the other’s mouth, deepening it.
His wet gloves reach for his cheeks, the sudden sensation makes Namgyu shiver. They stare at each other just before the latter gets off his laps and lets himself fall into the snow.
Once they are side by side, they stare up at the pale winter sky. The cold seeps through their clothes, but neither of them moves.
“This is nice,” Namgyu says softly.
“Yeah,” Su-bong replies. “It is.”
After a minute, the latter sits up suddenly. “Snow angels.”
Namgyu raises an eyebrow. “You serious?”
His boyfriend flops back down dramatically, arms and legs already sweeping through the snow. “Dead serious.”
The younger shakes his head, smiling, and lies down beside him. They move in sync, arms stretching wide, legs scissoring through the snow, carving shapes into the layer of white.
When they sit up again, two imperfect angels stare back at them.
Namgyu scoots closer, examining Su-bong’s. “Yours looks better.”
“Only because you kept laughing.”
“That’s part of the art.”
Namgyu leans back against the other’s side, tucking his hands under his thighs to warm them. Su-bong drapes an arm around his shoulders without thinking, pulling him close.
Snowflakes drift down, settling in Namgyu’s hair, melting slowly against his skin.
Thanos reaches up and brushes them away. “You’re freezing.”
Namgyu looks up at him, eyes soft. “Worth it.”
They lean in naturally, easily. The kiss is warm despite the cold. Brief, gentle, lingering just long enough to make Su-bong’s chest feel full. When they pull back, Namgyu rests his forehead against his boyfriend’s.
“Let’s do this every time it snows,” Namgyu says.
Su-bong smiles. “Deal.”
Eventually, they stand up, brushing snow from their clothes, hands slipping together like they’ve always belonged there. As they head back inside, footprints and angels are all that remain behind them. Proof that they were there. Laughing. Loving.
It’s all they needed for a winter morning.