Eternally Parallel | WheeTae x TaeIn Drabbles

Thoughts on the Season

Taehyung hated the winter.

It was cold and painful and it forced you inside most of the time.

Since young, he found he couldn't stand for the layers and layers of stuffy, itchy fabrics he was made to wear. He couldn't eat ice cream - well he could, but then it made him cold and he wasn't about to have that happen on his own accord.

Even into his twenties, his thoughts on the season hadn't changed much. He was taller so the bunchy clothes fit better and layers were sometimes kind of fun to play with. And yeah, maybe hot cocoa was pretty good on a cold, wintry night.

But, be that as it may, he wasn't about to leap with joy when the air turned brisk and his face stung with cold.

Until finally, at twenty-seven years old, Taehyung found that the season wasn't so bad after all.

After all, when it got chilly and goosebumps pricked at his skin, she was always there to roll her eyes and throw him a sweater. To which he would respond with a childish "I don't need one" and would whine his way into getting her to come snuggle with him by the hearth. He would be lying if he said he wasn't just pretending to be cold for most of the day just to accomplish that goal.

And after all, it was the only time he could find a valid excuse to keep them in bed for just a little bit longer (not that it was hard to convince her in the summer either, but that was beside the point).

Lastly, but most importantly, it was in the winter that he met her.

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Wheein loved the winter. Or at least. She thought she did.

She had always liked the soft, snug layers and the over abundance of soup and the obvious excuse to drink in the wee hours of the working just to warm her up. Everything was cozy and nostalgic and one could safely say it was her favorite season.

However, as she reached adulthood, there became something strangely sad and melancholy about it.

Maybe it was the feeling of missing home. Moving to Seoul had been the best career choice she could have made. But it meant separating from her mother and Hyejin and everyone she knew and loved.

Or maybe it was the way she had to call each person to wish them a Merry Christmas instead of dropping by with a small gift and a hug.

Maybe it was the way the snow failed to collect in the streets of Seoul. Let alone start to fall.

Or the way the drinks seemed to taste more bitter when she was by herself.

Wheein took a sip of whiskey. It was a gift sent by Hyejin all the way from Jeonju.

She sighed as it went down her throat.

She frowned. No, that couldn't be it. This year the alcohol seemed to taste as good as it always had. The swig warmed her the way it always did and Wheein was satisfied.

Her thoughts continued to cloud her vision and she seemed to stare blankly out the window. The streets below were dull and grey and the people milling about were decked out in red and green.

Ah yes. That was another thing. Her Christmas spirit seemed in short supply this year.

Wheein huffed. What was wrong with her? She loved Christmas. The snow - again, none of which had fallen in the years she had lived in the city - the lights, the food, all of it.

Huh. She paused. Maybe it was the snow.

Even at this very moment, she knew for a fact that blankets and blankets of white wrapped around the clock tower in what the people of Jeonju called "downtown". In reality, it consisted of five boutique stores and a coffee shop. Maybe winter had been her favorite because of the way it painted a whole new scene on the place she called home. One that was beautiful and sentimental all at once. One that she knew to cling to because it wouldn't last into the spring.

It had to be the snow, she concluded.

And then she was jolted out of her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder. Warm - she knew even though they weren't directly on her skin - and a little calloused.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Wheein felt herself relax at the gentle timbre of his bass.

"I - " she began to explain when a flash of white caught her eye. Jerking her head to face the window, she saw the first of a snow fall in Seoul in over a decade.

She forgot to breathe.

"Look."

She didn't need to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the window to see his face light up in pure delight.

"Snow." He murmured.

For a moment, there was nothing but them and the snow in the silence of their apartment. Only the fire cackled quietly in the back.

Wheein marveled at the way the snow fluttered down at an almost wistful speed. It was as if each flake had decided to take their sweet time falling to the ground - wanting to first bask in the awe of Seoul's residents.

Then she became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from behind her. The soft bristling sound of his curly hair as he shook it out of his eyes to get a better look. The steady confidence of the arm on her shoulder.

She was content.

"It's you." She realised suddenly.

"Hmm?"

She felt his eyes on her reflection.

Instead of answering him, Wheein took one last look at the falling flakes and pushed herself off her perch on the window sill.

Then, to his surprise, she turned to him. An unusual softness gracing her pretty features.

He felt himself melt a little bit more on the inside.

His hands slid into his pockets, unsure of what to do now that she had stood up. Before he could say anything, he watched as she lifted herself on her tiptoes to press her lips, lush and soft and sweet with whiskey, against his.

She lingered for a moment. Letting herself sink into him despite only touching him with her lips. Her hands were folded behind her back.

As she pulled away, her face but an inch from his. She whispered, low and warm -

"You made it snow."

He was too busy catching his breath from the magnificence that was her to comprehend her meaning.

"What?" He breathed.

"You. It was you all along. You were what I was missing."

Taehyung wasn't able to think straight anymore. But he made sure to store away her words for a later time as he gripped her by the waist and pulled her flush against him. Then his mouth descended upon her in a searing kiss that had her knees weakening and her eyes fluttering shut.

He conveyed everything she needed to know in the way he sucked lightly on her lower lip and tasted the aftermath of her whiskey. The way he fingered the small of her back and pressed the curve of her hips desperately into him. He cradled her jaw in his fingers - light and firm all at once - possessive and gentle.

I love you.

Through the window of a rundown apartment on 95th street, a girl kissed a boy in view of the cascading snow.

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Surprise! This was written and planned just this morning lol. I thought a Christmas gift was due to my lovely readers!

This is a shorter more abstract one. I just wanted something sweet and soft and brief. I hope you enjoyed it!

Merry Christmas all! Stay safe!

Enjoy the Adventure.