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“Intak,” Taeyang giggles, “can you let go of me now?”
“Do I have to?” Intak’s hold on his waist loosens, and instead he slips his arms around Taeyang’s torso. He didn’t think it was possible for them to be any closer—leave it to Intak to prove him wrong. “I don’t want you to go.”
Taeyang slides one of his hands over Intak’s and squeezes it. His shoulder is warm from where Intak’s head has been rested for nearly twenty minutes, every puff of breath heating his back. Intak presses a kiss against his shoulder blade.
“I know, baby, but I have to leave before the snow gets any worse,” Taeyang sighs. “I have work in the morning.” He should at least try to be a little responsible. Though there’s a likely chance everyone will be snowed in tomorrow and he won’t even be able to show up if he tried. Then he’d be stuck by himself in a cold apartment, and does he really want that?
“It’s already snowing a lot, sunshine.” Intak rests his chin on Taeyang’s shoulder. “You’ll barely be able to see a thing out there.”
“Oh, is this about my safety now?” he teases. “How very chivalrous of you.”
Intak laughs as he leans forward to kiss his cheek. “Anything to keep my lovely boyfriend safe and sound.”
Taeyang tries—and very quickly fails—to ignore the rising heat in his face while Intak’s nose rubs against his cheek. “You’ve barely let go of me today; you're like a giant puppy.”
“Should I bark?” He kisses his cheek again with a chuckle.
“Absolutely not.” Taeyang turns in his boyfriend's hold, smiling while he runs his fingers through the soft hairs at the base of his neck. The occasional bump of their noses makes him giggle. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you love me.” Intak pecks his lips with a wide grin.
“Too much.”
“Sooooo?”
Taeyang laughs. He can’t help it, really. Intak is too adorable. He wishes he didn't find his clinginess as cute as he does. Who could blame him, though. Can anyone truly resist Intak when he pouts?
He slips his arms from around Intak’s neck and wiggles free of his grasp. “I think you’re a slightly better option than the snow.”
“Hey!”
Taeyang cackles while he walks to the kitchen, though he has to stop himself from letting out a disgustingly endeared giggle when he hears a quiet yes! from behind him. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that Intak is probably (definitely) pumping his fists in the air.
God, he’s such a dork.
I love him so much.
“I get to choose the first movie, though,” Taeyang says, voice slightly elevated to ensure Intak can hear him. He opens the pantry, searching for the instant popcorn he knows is hidden in it.
Intak’s laugh is muffled through the wall. “Sure, baby.”
Taeyang grabs the box from the shelf and sets it on the counter while he looks for a bowl in one of the many cupboards. He hums as he throws one of the bags in the microwave. Faintly, he can hear Intak throwing around blankets and pillows in the living room. He pops the bag open when the microwave starts to beep at him, shaking the popcorn out into the bowl.
He decides to make a second bag—they’d probably eat the first one quickly, anyways. When he lifts his hand to start the microwave again, he’s beaten by an arm that reaches from behind him.
Taeyang snorts. “What are you doing? I thought you were setting up the TV?”
Intak fidgets his fingers in Taeyang’s back pocket, stealing his phone. “Well, you’re choosing the movie, so I’ve gotta wait for you, don’t I?” Taeyang is about to respond before Intak is speaking again. “What’s your password?”
“Wh- I- Why do you need to get into my phone?”
“Music, duh. Now what is it?”
“Music?”
“Just go with it.”
Taeyang sighs overdramatically, his ears likely a noticeable shade of red while he mumbles. “It’s your birthday.”
Intak coos. “Aww, you’re so cute, sunshine.” There’s a pause of silence as Intak unlocks his phone. “That doesn’t seem very good for safety though.”
Taeyang huffs and kicks his foot back, hitting Intak’s shin and giggling evilly when he makes a small oof! sound.
“What! It isn’t!”
“No one will figure it out!”
Intak kisses him on his cheek with a chuckle. “Adorable.” Taeyang playfully scowls at him over his shoulder. Intak pecks his nose and pulls him closer by his waist. He sets Taeyang’s phone down on the counter and twirls him around, a wide grin on his face. He taps the phone screen, and Taeyang almost laughs when Christmas music starts playing.
“I told you I was going to play a song, didn’t I?” Intak says. He slips one of his hands into one of Taeyang’s, their fingers interlocking. “Dance with me?”
Taeyang wraps his other arm around Intak’s neck, cheeks aching with the weight of his smile. “Hmm, am I allowed to decline? Though your offer is oh so kind, I am preoccupied.”
The pout on Intak’s face is extremely forced, and it seems like he’s tried to make his eyes as large and puppy-like as humanly possible. “Pretty please?”
Taeyang giggles again, unable to help himself, while they start to slowly sway side-to-side. The music is only in the background, neither of them are truly paying attention to the beat nor trying to time their steps to it.
“Maybe I’ll think it over.”
“Just maybe?”
“Well, you’re cute, so maybe I’ll upgrade you to a ‘probably’.”
“I’ll take that as a win, sunshine,” Intak says as he twirls Taeyang around the kitchen. When he pulls him close again, arm firmly around his waist, Taeyang wants to laugh at him.
“What is it?” Intak questions. “You’ve got a look in your eyes.”
“A ‘look’?”
“Y’know.” He gestures around vaguely as much as he can without his hands, mostly wiggling his shoulders in a way that makes it seem more like he’s trying to create a new dance move than mimic a facial expression his boyfriend has. “When you’re thinking about something that you think is funny. Are you making fun of me in your head? It’s very rude to do that when I’m not around to hear it.”
“But if I say it out loud then I’m just bullying you aren’t I?”
Intak gasps comically loud. “So you are making fun of me!”
“Not really,” Taeyang answers, stretching every vowel. “More like affectionately laughing at.” He squeals when Intak dips him low to the ground, tightly gripping his waist to keep him from falling. “All I was thinking about is how clingy you’ve been today. Like a happy little puppy.”
“You’re never letting go of the puppy thing, are you?”
“Nope!”
Intak huffs, setting Taeyang back down on his own two feet. He twirls him around again, mumbling “I’m not clingy” with faux annoyance.
“I think I can count the amount of minutes you’ve spent today not touching me with all ten of my fingers.”
“Is it a crime for me to enjoy being close to my boyfriend?”
“Of course not,” Taeyang giggles. “I think it’s cute. And I love your cuddles, you know that.”
“I am a great cuddler.” Intak grins, pressing a kiss against his lips. Taeyang hums happily, gently squeezing Intak’s hand.
Before he can lean in to kiss him again, the microwave is beeping at them loudly, startling them apart. “Rude,” Intak groans, opening the microwave so that it stops yelling.
Taeyang takes the bag of popcorn and tries to ignore the faint burn on his fingertips from the extreme heat that the bag has absorbed. He picks up the bowl when he’s done pouring all of the popcorn in and throws away the emptied bags. He holds the bowl out to Intak after he turns around. “Movie time?”
Intak nods, giving him a kiss that the microwave very rudely interrupted. “Whenever you’re ready, sunshine.”
They end up watching The Nightmare Before Christmas—per Taeyang’s choice. By the time there are no more traces of sunlight in the windows, they’re well into the second act, a surprising amount of the popcorn having been conserved.
They’re tangled up together tightly, only taking up a small portion of the entire couch. Intak had easily prepared them for the eventual cold of the night with all of the blankets and pillows that he had stashed in the living room.
Taeyang’s arms are wrapped around Intak’s bicep. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d lost feeling in his fingers by now—if they are, he certainly hasn’t said anything or tried to push him away. Not that he thinks Intak would ever object to most situations that allowed them to be this close to each other.
Taeyang sighs contentedly from where his head is rested against Intak’s shoulder. Sure, watching the movie horizontally is definitely a little counterproductive, but he’d be a liar if he said Intak was the only one of them two that loves when they’re close.
Intak takes a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl sat on the blanket across their laps, holding them to Taeyang’s mouth. He eats them silently, but he lets out a small, playful “eww” when Intak wipes the butter on his fingers off on the sleeve of Taeyang’s hoodie. Well, Intak’s hoodie that he had stolen about thirty minutes prior, technically. But it being his boyfriend’s makes it basically his, doesn’t it?
“Just when I was thinking about stealing this hoodie, too,” Taeyang teases, voice a little louder than a whisper.
“Maybe if I put butter all over them then you’ll stop taking them.”
“I’d just wash them first, then I could take them.”
Intak laughs, brushing back some of Taeyang’s hair. “There’s just no way to stop you from stealing all of my hoodies, is there?”
“Steal is a harsh word—I prefer ‘borrowed for an extended and unspecified period of time’.”
“That’s not a word, babe, that’s a phrase.”
“Oh, would you-” He flicks Intak’s forearm. “Don’t try to be all technical on me!”
“First of all, ow. Secondly, it’s not being technical, it’s just pointing something out.”
“Is that not what being technical is!”
“Being technical would be-”
“-shh, I can’t hear the movie!”
“You started talking first!”
“And now I’m telling you to shut up! I can’t hear Jack Skellington!”
“You little-”
Taeyang yelps when he feels Intak’s free arm try to tickle the bottom of one of his feet, letting go of his other arm in the process. “Hwang Intak, don’t you even dare.”
Intak grins, moving the popcorn bowl off of their laps and using his newly freed arms to tackle Taeyang onto the couch. “Oh, I dare.”
Taeyang’s laughter is uncontrollable, as comes with being tickled. He tries, and subsequently fails, several times to kick Intak off of him or even the couch itself, though each attempt seems less successful than the last.
After what might as well be an eternity, Intak relents, allowing Taeyang to truly catch his breath and wipe the tears from off of his face. “You are- an evil, evil man.”
“Only yours, sunshine.”
Sensing that Intak was no longer prepared to continue attacking his sides with tickles, Taeyang uses the opportunity to flip the tables.
He loves Intak’s laugh—adores it, really. Anything that gives him the chance to hear it more is time well spent, and he can’t help but smile at the boisterous laughter that Intak lets out anytime that he’s tickled.
When he decides to stop, he lays down on top of Intak, arms coiled around his waist and head resting on his chest. He can hear as Intak’s heartbeat slowly begins to steady, returning to its regular rhythm. Intak pulls one of the fallen blankets over them, encasing them in a shared warmth.
“You can have your hoodies back, by the way. I just need to wash them first,” Taeyang mumbles.
Intak chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest and in Taeyang’s ear. It’s a pleasant sound, one that makes Taeyang’s heart feel fuzzy.
“You can keep them, baby. I’ve got a lot. Besides,” he adds, “you look cute in them.”
Taeyang groans, trying to hide his reddening face. “Will you ever stop saying embarrassingly cheesy things to me?”
“Never.” Intak kisses his forehead, thumb gently running over his cheek while he cups his face. “You’re so adorable—so pretty and wonderful. You deserve all the love I can give and more.”
And Taeyang doesn’t know how to respond to that properly. Is there a way to?
So he doesn’t try to. Words fail so often to properly articulate how much he cares about Intak, how much Intak cares for him. How deeply important they are in each other’s lives. Why Taeyang enjoys taking his boyfriend’s hoodies and wearing them around when he’s alone, when they’re curled up on the couch together.
Instead, he kisses him. Soft and chaste, always enough to make them both smile like lovesick idiots.
Everything he thinks, every emotion he feels, they all seem to be conveyed well enough for Intak to quietly mumble “I love you” while Taeyang snuggles back into his chest.
He sighs quietly. “I love you, too.” As he makes himself more comfortable, he feels the need to add on a quick, “I hope you know this will only encourage my stealing of your hoodies.”
Intak laughs. “So you admit that it’s stealing!”
“Only a little bit.”
When they wake up on the couch the next morning, their limbs are locked together. They cuddle under the large pile of blankets they’d collected over the hours the previous night, spending the rest of day glued to each other as the snow only worsens outside.
Taeyang has never appreciated Intak’s warmth more.