#winter warmth

[cigsaftersuh]

ㅡ winter warmth.

🐶 a kim jungwoo fic <3

୨ strolling around town with jungwoo in the winter ୧

it’s colder than you expected as you and jungwoo walk down the quiet street strung with golden lights, the glow wrapping everything around you in a warm, cozy embrace. you shiver, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets, despite it failing to fight the chill.

jungwoo notices immediately. he stops mid-step, tilting his head at you with a soft frown. “are you cold?”

“i’m fine,” you say quickly, though the way you shift your weight gives you away.

“liar,” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. without another word, he grabs your wrist gently and tugs your hand out of your pocket.

before you can protest, he unzips his jacket slightly and slips your hand inside, wrapping both of yours in his. his jacket is warm — almost too warm, and so is his hand as his fingers lace through yours.

“there,” he says with a triumphant smile, looking ridiculously proud of himself. “problem solved.”

“you’re going to freeze now,” you point out, trying to sound scolding even as your cheeks warm.

he shakes his head with a mock-serious expression. “nope. it’s scientifically proven that i radiate heat because i’m so cool.”

you roll your eyes, but your laugh betrays you. “you’re such a loser.”

“you’re not pulling away, i win,” he says, grinning.

the two of you keep walking, sharing his jacket pocket like it’s the most natural thing in the world. every now and then, his shoulder bumps yours, and you can’t help but notice how he keeps slowing his pace to match yours.

“look at that,” he says suddenly, pointing toward a string of fairy lights wrapped around a tree. “doesn’t it look like something out of a movie?”

“it does,” you agree softly.

he stops and turns to you, his eyes catching the glow of the lights. “you know, this feels like a movie too,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost shy.

“oh yeah?” you ask, trying to play it cool.

“yeah,” he replies, giving your hand a small squeeze. “except it’s better, because it’s real.”

you feel your breath hitch as he looks at you, his smile soft and sincere. then, almost as if he realizes how cheesy he’s being, he quickly adds, “but don’t worry, i won’t let this go to my head. unless you think i’m leading man material.”

you laugh, lightly hitting his arm with your free hand. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re stuck with me,” he says, leaning just a little closer, his grin contagious.

the two of you keep walking, his hand still warm in yours, the golden lights above flickering like stars.

before you can think of some witty reply, jungwoo glances at the lights above you and suddenly gets quiet. his eyes flicker to your lips, and for a moment, the world feels completely still.

“can i do something?” he asks softly, his voice just above a whisper.

you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

he leans in, so slowly that your heart has enough time to start racing. when his lips finally meet yours, it’s soft and warm, just like his hand still wrapped around yours in his jacket pocket.

the kiss feels as gentle as the glow of the lights around you, and when he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and his smile is shy.

“okay,” he murmurs, his voice slightly breathless, “now it really feels like a movie.”

you laugh, your forehead resting lightly against his. “you’re so dramatic.”

“you kissed me back,” he teases, his grin widening. “so maybe you’re dramatic too.”

he shifts just enough to press another quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer, your hand still firmly tucked inside his jacket pocket as the two of you continue down the glowing street.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[halleehalfgallon]

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[lordgotham]

Better than a snuggie!

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Winter Warmth

Narrated by Nikki.

Narrator: The sky was as blue as ever when I woke up the next day. The night sky from yesterday was like a dream from a different lifetime.

Narrator: I walked into the kitchen in my furry pajamas and saw a floral cushion on one of the chairs. I loved how cozy it was when I sat in it.

Mom: Happy birthday, Nikki. I made you a cake today because you didn't get to have one yesterday.

Narrator: There was an adorable little cake sitting on the table, the round blobs of purple cream on it making the cake seem all the more delicious. It looked too good to be eaten.

Mom: What are you waiting for, Nikki? Don't you like it?

Narrator: The cake sat quietly on the table, seemingly staring at me and asking me the same question.

Young Nikki: It's not that... The cake is just so adorable that I don't want to eat it.

Mom: But I can make you another one if you want more.

Young Nikki: But... I like this one you make. And I don't want it to be gone in the blink of an eye, like the fireworks we saw last night.

Narrator: Mom touched my hand with hers as she chuckled.

Mom: They might lose their physical forms, but the good memories you have with them will stay with you forever.

Narrator: I tilted my head and thought about what Mom had just said. The photo on the wall that Dad had taken reminded me of the fireworks that I failed to take pictures of last night.

Young Nikki: It would have been nice... if I had taken pictures of the fireworks and the fairy girl's wands from last night.

Young Nikki: We would have been able to keep our good memories with them that way, right?

Mom: But we don't need pictures for our good memories with them to last.

Mom: So long as we keep those memories in our hearts, they will seem like pictures when we go through them in the future, right?

Narrator: I couldn't be sure if I understood that, but I goggled at Mom and nodded my head anyway.

Mom: Life itself could seem like fireworks sometimes, because fleeting moments can come and go before we know them.

Mom: But as long as we leave behind memories about us and have made people feel happy and warm, that's good enough.

Mom: It is those happy and warm moments that come together to make us who we are.

Narrator: Mom had her hands around mine, her eyes beaming with the same warmth as that of the sun.

Narrator: The fireworks in the night sky, and those moments we held our hands together.

Narrator: They made for the best of photos to me, and I still remember them as clearly as ever.

Young Nikki: Yup, I think it makes sense to me now! Great memories stay with us when great things have happened!

Mom: So, are you ready to enjoy this cake?

Narrator: I quickly nodded my head and scooped up a piece to put into my mouth.

Mom: How is it?

Young Nikki: Yes!

Narrator: I beamed at Mom.

Mom: My, look at all that cream around your mouth...

Narrator: The beautiful fireworks, the feeling of warmth when we held our hands together, and the taste of the cake... all of this will be there to stay in my memory.

Narrator: And so, too, will the tiny, blazing ember.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4