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It’s warm.
Why was it warm? Baekhyun’s pretty sure he didn’t leave the heater on before he left for work earlier. He was expecting the cold silence of his penthouse to welcome him. But instead, it’s warm. And he can hear the slight buzzing of the TV. Why is it on? Did someone break in?
He’s slowly starting to feel panic now as he closes the door behind him. Thoughts of Weapon.. I need a weapon.. and Who is it? What do they want from me? Are they here to rob me? and the likes run through his head while he takes his shoes off to leave them in the shoe rack, movements slow and cautious.
Then he smells food. His first thought was Did the robber go through my ramen stash? But it wasn’t ramen. It smelled like.. Korean food. Something his mom would make. And then as he goes further in, he hears soft humming. His heart thumps. He could recognize that voice anywhere, even amongst a crowd of people.
He bristles through and heads towards the kitchen. A small but fond smile slowly makes its way to his face upon seeing the culprit of his worries. Well, his back, at least.
“Kyungja,” he finally speaks, relieved to see him after so long, his shoulders visibly relaxing. (Also, thankful he wasn’t being robbed.)
Kyungsoo then faces him, “Baekhyun-ah,” flashing him his heart-shaped smile, sounding equally relieved at seeing him in the flesh after months of just video calls because of their schedules.
“I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in,” he starts while wiping his hands on the apron (that he stole from Baekhyun’s cupboards) he’s wearing as he leaves the pot of food to cook on the stove to properly face Baekhyun.
“I bought groceries and figured I should cook us di–“ he’s cut off by Baekhyun wordlessly hugging him, his arms wrapped around Kyungsoo’s waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck. He feels him let out a soft sigh, his breath fanning the skin of his neck.
“I missed you.”
For awhile they just stand there, Kyungsoo hugging him back just as tight, Baekhyun slowly swaying them both side to side, basking in each other’s presence, soaked in each other’s warmth in this cold winter evening
The moment is broken as the swaying turns to just Baekhyun shaking Kyungsoo in his arms, making them both giggly and smiley. “I missed you too, Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo says in between fits, with his oh so mellow voice. Baekhyun eventually stops shaking him, lifting his head off of his neck to really look at him, beaming. (like this ^____^)
“Kyungja, I missed you,” Baekhyun said, drawling the ‘you’ and twisting his body, slightly shaking Kyungsoo with hands holding both hands of the other, like a kid. To which Kyungsoo just giggles, nodding as he pulls him towards the cooking pot of food on the stove. Baekhyun shifts to instead hug Kyungsoo from the back, propping his chin up on the latter’s shoulder.
“What’re you making?” He asks, softly, just almost above a whisper.
Kyungsoo brings a spoonful of the stew up to Baekhyun’s mouth. “Ahh,” prompting him to taste.
Safe to say it was as good as always to have Baekhyun moaning quite obnoxiously in Kyungsoo’s ear. (He gets a loving smack in the head for it.)
They have dinner (not before Kyungsoo nagged Baekhyun to wash up first!) in the living room, sat on the floor, their backs against the couch as they eat side by side, catching up while they do with the TV (and the expensive folding mechanism Baekhyun bought.. because why not?) on.
(Also they are wearing a matching set of Teolaegi pajamas ^___^)
The chatter and laughter dies down into a comfortable silence as they both scrape at the remnants of their bowls. The warmth of the food and Kyungsoo’s presence has Baekhyun feeling a kind of peace he hasn’t felt in months. He leans his head back against the couch, eyes lazily drifting to the tall windows on the far side of the room.
That’s when he notices it. Something soft and white drifting past the glass against the dark night sky.
“Kyungja…” Baekhyun whispers, nudging him lightly with his elbow. “Look.”
Kyungsoo’s gaze follows Baekhyun’s line of sight, and his lips part in a soft gasp. Beyond the window, snowflakes fall gently from above, blanketing the city below in pristine white.
“It’s the first snow,” Kyungsoo says, his voice just above a whisper, as though speaking louder might disturb the moment.
Baekhyun grins, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know what they say about the first snow, right?”
Kyungsoo glances at him skeptically, narrowing his eyes at him. “Here we go,” he mutters, though there’s no mistaking the fondness in his tone.
“It’s when wishes come true,” Baekhyun continues, his tone overly dramatic as he presses a hand to his chest. “Or when destined lovers find each other.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching. “Destined lovers, huh? That sounds like something you’d say in a cheesy drama.”
Baekhyun gasps, mock-offended. “Excuse you! I’ll have you know I’m very romantic.” He points to himself, eyebrows waggling. “I’m a man of sincerity and passion, Kyungja.”
Kyungsoo snorts. “You’re a man of chaos.”
“Romantic chaos,” Baekhyun shoots back, his grin growing as he grabs Kyungsoo’s hand. He pulls him up from the floor with ease, tugging him toward the windows.
“Let’s go outside,” Baekhyun says, eyes bright with excitement. “You can’t just watch the first snow from behind glass. That’s no fun!”
“Baekhyun, it’s freezing,” Kyungsoo protests, but Baekhyun is already grabbing their coats from the nearby rack and tossing one at him.
Minutes later, they’re standing on the balcony, bundled up in their coats and Teolaegi pajamas, teeth chattering as snowflakes land on their hair and eyelashes while they try to stick together as much as possible. Baekhyun tilts his head back, sticking out his tongue to catch the falling snow, while Kyungsoo watches him with a mix of exasperation and amusement.
“You’re ridiculous,” Kyungsoo says, warmth in his tone, unable to help the small fond smile from forming on his mouth.
Baekhyun faces him, a mischievous grin curling at his lips. “If I’m ridiculous, then you’re the fool who came along for the ride.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head but doesn’t argue. Instead, he reaches out, brushing a stray snowflake from Baekhyun’s cheek with his thumb.
For a moment, neither of them speaks. The world around them is quiet, muffled by the snow, and the soft glow of the city lights reflects in their eyes.
“It’s good to have you here,” Baekhyun says softly, his voice sincere. “This winter doesn’t feel so cold anymore.”
Kyungsoo smiles, small but genuine. “It’s good to be here,” he replies, the warmth in his tone matching Baekhyun’s.
As more snow falls around them, they stand side by side, shoulders brushing, soaking in the beauty of the first snow—and each other’s company.