Jung Taek.

Hands.

It was a windy day. Cold but not that cold. Just more wind than usual. Winter is slipping away, you thought. Which is a good thing since you miss the warmth of the sun on a bright spring day. Your hand was squeezed. You looked to your side and smiled up at Taekwoon.

'Cold?' His eyes seem to ask.

You nod, smiling as to not worry him. He's sensitive to your reactions, wtv it may be. He'd immediately respond to it. He pulled you closer and put your intertwined hands in his sweater pocket. It was warm.
'Better?' He raised his eyebrows.
Your smile grew wider. You nod.

"Atchoo!"

Taekwoon's eyes widen. He looked around and found something within his line of sight. Slowly, he pulled you to a spot under a tree near some bushes. He unzipped his sweater and pulled you into a hug, hiding you under his arms, against his layers of clothes. He was warm. You breathed quietly against his chest. You heard a soft rumble running through. You looked up.

"Cozy?" He whispered.

"Really," your chuckle muffling.

Grabbing your other free hand, Taekwoon pulled it into his pocket like he did before. So warm, you closed your eyes.

"I'm going to fall asleep," you said quietly.

"Then sleep. I'll carry you home," he said, kissing your hair.

You felt Taekwoon running his thumbs against your hands inside the pockets. It was so comfortable.

"But that would be boring. I'd rather we walk home and do something to warm our bodies up...together," you looked up, batting your eyes.

Taekwoon gave out a long sigh before peppering your face with little kisses. Eyes locked to yours, you felt him tapping his fingers on your knuckles. He was excited. You giggled.

"Wanna go home?" You suggested.

"...please?" He bit his lower lip.

You nod, containing your laughter.

"Home we go then."