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The twinkling red and white lights illuminating the Christmas market cast a soft glow over Minho’s face, making his sharper features soften. A few loose strands of hair poke from under his beanie, making Chan’s fingers itch to check whether they’re as soft as they appear to be. His upper lip curves forward as he sips on the mulled wine that Chan has insisted on trying - turns out neither of them likes the taste, but the warmth that comes with it is not to be dismissed in the winter weather.
Without taking his eyes off him, Chan takes a sip of his own cup. He imagines drinking a magical potion wouldn’t feel very differently, an odd taste followed by a tickling, cozy feeling spreading through him.
A particularly nasty breeze hits his nape, making a chill run down his spine. He barely notices it, however, as he’s too busy pondering whether it’s the alcohol or the cold air that’s making Minho’s cheeks blush prettily. Either way, he looks beautiful.
“What are you looking at, hyung? Do I have a booger and you don’t know how to tell me or what?” Minho snaps Chan out of his reverie very effectively. He’s got a smirk on his face, making him look like a mischievous bunny, a very beautiful one.
Chan can’t help but chuckle at being startled awake so bluntly, Minho’s words clashing hard with the thoughts he was immersed in.
“You don’t, don’t worry,” Chan replies with an easy smile and, as if it doesn’t make all his nerves go haywire, he throws an arm around Minho’s shoulders, bringing him close to his side. Minho lets out an exaggerated groan, but returns the embrace tightly. It's as if Chan belongs right there, as if he'll never leave his side.