snowflake ☆ k.dy ☆ ayakashi series | ✔

doyoung [twenty]

On the same street that you had first encountered Chaewon on, just as empty and dark as before, you stood beside Doyoung nervously. Waiting around always made anxiety bubble up within you. You couldn't tell if you were sweating from that or from the several layers that your snow spirit boyfriend made you adorn. It wasn't nearly cold enough for it, but he insisted that you'd need them fairly soon into your journey to Erethulia.

You lacing your bare fingers with Doyoung's earned you an inquisitive frown. Before he could check in on your temperature, you gave it to him unprompted and with a pointed tone, "Warm. Very warm. Hot, actually."

"Sorry," he replied, bringing his other hand up to press the back against your forehead. "Oh, you are warm. This isn't a problem we've encountered yet."

"Either let me take the jacket off or keep your hands," you unlaced your hand that was holding his and instead yanked it up to cup your cheek, "right there."

With amusement in his features, he moved the one on your forehead to cup your other cheek, "How's that?"

"Well now my forehead's hot."

Snickering for a moment, Doyoung then pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut as you reveled in the tender moment. When he pulled his lips back, he replaced them with his forehead.

"Thank you for doing this, Y/N. It means so much to me," he murmured, cool breath fanning over your face with his words. You placed your hands over his, getting too choked up to reply verbally in that moment.

"You mean so much to me," he continued softly. You nuzzled your nose forward to bump against his affectionately, hoping he understood all the emotions you couldn't put into words. Just in case, you changed the angle of your head to kiss him, slowly and sweetly.

You'd just broken the kiss when a throat was cleared, nearly making you jump out of your skin. Chaewon was crossing the street, hands tucked into the sleeves of her flowing robes. Her hair was done up similarly to how it was last time, silver catching in the faint light from the streetlights and shining like it was made of moonlight itself. And of course the material of her clothes—millions of tiny ice crystals—was shimmering like diamonds. Her features told of a beauty in her youth that had aged along with her but never faded. If you didn't know better, you would've thought she was some kind of divine being herself.

"Good to see that the Prince has found a Queen to bring with him," she said, voice not betraying if she felt pleased or not about this.

You choked on your own throat at that, caught way off guard. Marriage wasn't even a glimmer in your eyes at this point in your life, nor were you anywhere near any sort of discussion like that with Doyoung, not this soon into your relationship. Neither of you had even said you loved each other yet.

"Chaewon," Doyoung's voice was icy, a layer of chastising in it as he dropped his hands from your face and placed one on the small of your back.

"I tease, I tease," the woman assured you, voice not changing very much. Her teasing tone sounded an awful lot like her normal tone. So monotonousness was an Erethulian thing, not just a Doyoung thing.

"Sorry," your boyfriend apologized to you quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your back for a moment.

"So you're coming with us, Onmyoji?"

"My name's Y/N," you introduced yourself, pushing past the crack in your voice leftover from your panic at her mention of marriage. "And yes, I'll be coming too."

"Wonderful. We should depart now if we wish to arrive before the gates close."

"Before the gates close?" Doyoung questioned, grabbing his singular bag and your duffel bag. You shouldered your backpack and grabbed your suitcase to start wheeling behind you.