His skin was pale as newly fallen snow, his hair was blonde as newly bloomed daffodils, and his heart was warm as a newly begun spring.
If Jeongguk was snow, then Taehyung was hail.
Yet there they were, hot and cold, yin and yang, with their heart...
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Sometimes it's the smallest things that make you the happiest.
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"Wanna come home with me for tea?" Jeongguk asked as he adjusted his body on the ground, turning his body towards me, adjusting his snowflake hair clip in his blonde locks.
We sat in a small area surrounded by bushes and trees. It had become a regular hangout spot for us.
I groaned lightly and let my head fall back against the tree I was sitting up against. I opened them again and stared at him. "I don't drink tea."
He frowned slightly and tilted his head. "Then what do you drink?"
I smirked and rested my arms on my knees, letting them hang down against my shins. "Blood."
Jeongguk smiled and I swore the sun shone through the clouds. "Okay. That's a deal, then. Come home with me after school."
I sat frozen in place, speechless. I opened my mouth to object but nothing came out. Jeongguk had already moved beside me and now sat against the tree just like me, deep into reading his book again. I closed my mouth and grumbled under my breath while I crossed my arms.
And just like the blondie said: after school had ended we stood in front of his little, white house.
Jeongguk opened the door with a silver key that was attached to a blue key chain and dangled between all the other silver and golden keys, clinking against each other. A small, white, puffy ball with the tips of its hairs painted gray hung from it and graced his wrist once in a while as he unlocked the door. Jeongguk got inside and he invited me in as well, grinning as I passed him in the doorway.
"Sweetheart, welcome home." I turned my head to the left and saw an explosion of colours. On a small couch sat a Korean woman in her forties that I guessed was his mom. She really was a hippie; she wore a long skirt with thousands of colours, a sweater that looked like a sheep—weirdly enough nothing like the ones Jeongguk wore. She had big, brown hair that curled slightly in the ends, making it tangle easier, which would probably explain the messy look of the woman.
She looked like a peacock, a peacock that had been run over by a car.
"Hi mom." Jeongguk smiled and tilted his head.
She immediately smiled back, dimples appearing in her fair skin, and slowly, softly patted the cushions beside her.
Jeongguk walked towards the couch and sat down beside his mother, motioning me to follow. I gulped down a small lump and hesitantly walked over to them. I sat down beside Jeongguk, hands awkwardly sitting on my knees as my back was as straight as a pole.
Jeongguk giggled softly and nudged my leg with his own. His mother continued to smile, at us both, with much gentleness. She was very calm, probably a trait Jeongguk got from her.
"Do you kiddos want some hot chocolate?"
Jeongguk nodded and smiled. "Yes, please." She shifted her gaze to be fully on me. I gulped once again and looked briefly to the side before looking back.
"Er, yeah- sure. Yes, please." I cleared my throat after speaking.
She nodded and got up to make the hot drinks, leaving Jeongguk and I on the couch.
"How many times have you had hot chocolate before?"
I met blondie's warm, hazel eyes and felt myself relax a bit, body less tense now after the 'conversation' with his mother.
"Maybe 4 times, I think."
Jeongguk only smiled again and tilted his head, something he always did. "I've had it 6031 times."
I wasn't surprised. He looked like someone who drank a lot of hot chocolate; His warm, gentle aura and sweet, blinding smile—It screamed "I drink hot chocolate".
Mother peacock was quickly back, now with two big mugs of hot chocolate, marshmallows floating around freely. She sat them down on the table in front of us and sat down beside her son again. "There you go, drink up."
Jeongguk reached out for both and handed me one. I grabbed it with both hands, fingers tingling at the heat of the substance that warmed the mug. My cold hands slowly warmed up and I brought the cup up to my lips, sipping it carefully.
I couldn't help smiling at the taste. So sweet. I tried to hide it but I loved the mother's hot chocolate.
I looked at Jeongguk beside me, watching how he sipped it slowly with closed eyes, a little mustache over his lips as he removed the cup.
Teeth slightly peeked out through my lips as my smile widened.
I proceeded to drink three cups more as if I was hollow inside, bathing in the warm substance that touched my taste buds and glided down my throat.
