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Woobin finally began packing up from the studio with a long sigh and a bone cracking stretch. It’s days like this where he hoped to come back to a calm home where he can just rest, maybe make some dinner if he had the effort, wash up and crash for the night. He stayed later than the others, re-recording some bits and pieces for their next comeback which was to be released soon. He finished packing up and made his way out, not forgetting to say goodnight to the other producers. As he stepped out into the winter evening, the sight of Seoul's first snow captured his eye. He paused and watched ever so carefully as the first snowflakes fell to the ground. A certain someone crossed his mind, wishing they were here. He wanted to experience Seoul’s first snow of the year together with them. After a few cold seconds, which felt like minutes, he finally climbed into the van. His manager simultaneously doing so to drive him home.
After a not so long 10 minutes he climbed out, the snowfall slightly heavier. He wished his manager a goodnight before carefully making it back home.
As he got to the front door he could hear, what only seemed like absolute havoc from the inside. So much for his plans for a calm night.
Completely blind as to what he was about to be faced with, he begrudgingly opened the front door, only for his senses to immediately be smacked with the strong scent of cinnamon. Lucky for him he did quite enjoy the smell, it felt quite homely. After announcing a curt ‘I’m home’ he proceeded to take off his shoes, although slightly struggling due to his hands being frozen solid. Only Allen managed to catch his quiet arrival home, slightly skipping towards him.
“Why does it smell so strongly of cinnamon?” Woobin questioned, he could probably put together an educated guess however his fried brain from the long day simply wouldn’t allow it.
“The kitchen, is truly something. But there’s a surprise in there you’ll like.” Allen answered. Short and straight to the point, yet vague. The first part Woobin had gathered, but the second part struck his interest, a surprise? Now as he thought about it, he could hear an array of voices from said area, one in particular being Hyeongjun. As thoughts clouded his mind about this ‘surprise’ Allen spoke of, he subconsciously made his way to the kitchen in seek of what it could be. Absolute shock struck his face when he saw what he was faced with.
The source of the overwhelming cinnamon came from the oven, many trays of cookies were in the process of being baked. Fairly fitting for the time of year he thinks. But what shook him even more was the scene he was watching. Minhee and Hyeongjun arguing about something completely unrelated to the task they were performing, Wonjin and Jungmo pelting the leftover flour at eachother in a poor attempt to start some kind of fight. The majority of it layering onto the floor, almost like the snow outside. But what struck Woobin the most was who Taeyoung was talking to.
Eyes wide, he blinked not once, twice but three times as he tried to grasp who was stood with their back facing him as they calmly spoke with Taeyoung. As soon as his mind allowed him to move he calmly walked over and slid his cold hands around your torso bringing you into a back hug. You jump slightly as the cold sensation spreads over your abdomen but settle after the faint smell of sweet rum fills your senses, realising who it is. You remove his cold hands curtly and spin on your heels to face him,
“Welcome home” you say, a massive smile on your face. You hands doing the same as his previously did, wrapping them around his torso, bringing him into a tight yet warm hug. Resting your face in the junction between his shoulder and neck, subtly inhaling the now stronger smell of his Jazz Club perfume which he had applied earlier in the day.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were visiting” he quietly, yet excitedly spoke as his hands roamed. His left resting at the bottom of your back, his right on the back of your head gently.
“That’s the whole point of a surprise is it not?” You slightly snicker, half not being able to speak with yourself still pressed against him. You finally pull away, seeing a warm smile spread across his face. As you both stand there just taking in one another’s presence, you finally notice the slight blush on his cheeks.
𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦 you think, but you decide not to point it out. After all you realise you probably look the exact same in his eyes.
“What happened to the kitchen? It looks like World War 3 in here.” He finally asks, if any of other think I’m gonna help them clean this, they have another thing coming.
“Well we tried baking, which went well! But leftover flour, Wonjin, Jungmo and apparently Taeyoung aren’t the best mix…”
As Woobin looks over, he now realises that in between him walking in and now, Taeyoung had made his way over to the tomatoz unit and joined in on making it snow flour in the kitchen.
“You know it’s snowing outside right? Why don’t you play out there instead of making a mess in here” Woobin says exasperated. He first thought he wouldn’t be taking part in the cleaning but in knowing the others he feels he may have to if he wants the kitchen clean before they all go to bed. Both yours and Taeyoung’s heads whip around as soon as the word ‘snow’ left Woobin’s mouth.
“Wait really?! Can we have a snowball fight please please!” Taeyoung pleads, not even waiting for an answer before he’s out of the kitchen. The next thing you all hear is a scream from Seongmin somewhere in the dorm. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 you thought. After the commotion you turn to face Woobin again, slightly bouncing on the balls of your feet,
“Please can we go outside? I want to build a snowman with you.” You quietly ask. By now Minhee and Hyeongjun had finished arguing and were walking out civilly to go get their coats on. Sure the members know you’re together, however you both like to keep it on the down-low with the others around. You much prefer to keep to yourselves.
“Sure, I’ll get the cookies out the oven since the others forgot. Why don’t you go ask Allen and Serim if they want to join too?” Woobin enquires. You nod and slightly run off to go recruit the other members. He fondly watches you run off as he then turns to the oven, taking the cookies out then placing them into the grill to keep them warm.
By the time you and Woobin are stepping out, Taeyoung is already dragging a frightened Seongmin down to what was a patch of grass, now a thick layer of white snow. You cling onto Woobin’s arm, with the path not being gritted yet and the cold temperatures freezing over the thin snow on the paths, it’s become almost like a skating rink. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱, you think, as without you’d definitely gone flying down the path by now. Walking arm in arm you make it to the snow, only to realise that Minhee is missing. You detach yourself from Woobin and slide your way over to Hyeongjun, curiosity filling your frozen mind.
“Where’s Minhee? I thought he’d be with you?” You carefully enquire, knowing those two anything could’ve happened.
“Oh he is with me, you just can’t see him!” Hyeongjun grins, looking at the snow beneath him. “You see I found out earlier that a certain someone hadn’t saved my number onto his phone. Isn’t that right Minhee?”
Within the next second you hear movement next to Hyeongjun and all of a sudden Minhee evolves from the snow, slightly coughing and teeth very much chattering.
You stand there, absolutely baffled. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, you think, and make your way slightly away from everyone to begin building a snowman.
By now all the members except Allen and Serim have started a full blown snowball fight. Eventually the other two finally emerge from their dorm. Serim clinging onto Allen for dear life, even more than you were to Woobin earlier. Continuously repeating “Allen, Allen, Allen…” thinking that’s going to stop him from slipping over. As they get to the others, Serim runs to the rest of his friends, picking up a handful of snow on the way while Allen makes his way over to you and your soon-to-be snowman. As you go to greet Allen you both hear an ear piercing scream from Wonjin followed by a loud thud. As you look up you see Wonjin face down in the snow and Serim laying a couple feet away looking like he’s about to piss himself laughing.
“We never get this much snow where I live in England, if ever any. It’s nice to see so much of it. It’s a shame I’m not going to be here for long.” you say to Allen as you continue to make your snowman, completely ignoring the scene happening in front of you.
“I know, but I’m glad you’re here even if it’s for a short time. I think Woobin has been so caught up on working he hasn’t had much time to relax. I know with you here he definitely will.” Allen states, and you nod in agreement. “Speaking of the devil” he adds, as you both see Woobin now waddling towards you both, surprisingly with no snow on him.
“We’re you talking about me?” Woobin asks inquisitively, his eyes baring straight into you, the question definitely directed at you.
“Only good things, don’t you worry” you reply slightly quiet, the cold getting you. You can barely speak due to the sub-zero temperature. As you go to grab his gloved hand you hear a slight thud, which seemed to come from behind Woobin followed by a few specks of snow appearing from around the sides of his head. You slowly cast you eyes up, which were once looking at his, to the top of his head. You giggle slightly as you can now see a slight pile of snow laying there. His hand slightly tenses in yours as he begins to feel the ice resting on his hair. You both turn around to see 7 of the members, all pointing at the culprit.
Serim.
With all eyes on him, Serim let’s out a slight mischievous giggle and then proceeds to continue terrorising the other members like nothing even happened.
Woobin turns back to you and you giggle seeing the exasperated look on his face. In seeing you his face changes, eyes now fond. “I’m so happy you’re here” he says, reaching to cup your face between his gloved hands. In reply you once again slide your hands around his torso, “I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”