it's snowing (but you're the most beautiful snowflake)

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jaemin wakes up to snowflakes just lightly dusting the trees like icing sugar on a funnel cake. jaemin feels like a funnel cake. all warm and toasty on this Christmas morning, and all ready to huddle in his baby blue hoodie and hug his ryan plushie and binge-watch romcoms.

that is, until a giggling jeno bursts right through his door and flings his body onto jaemin's smaller frame.

"gosh jeno, since when did you gain so much weight?" jaemin groans. jeno merely rolls off jaemin, as if he didn't almost cause jaemin's ribs to fracture.

"I've been working out is all." it's quite noticeable, actually, in the way jeno's arms are significantly more toned. jaemin makes a mental note to start following jeno to the gym. sighing, jaemin stretches out and fumbles for the remote that is dangling off the edge of his bedstand, just out of reach beyond jeno's body, as jeno sinks further into the bed.

"uh—a little help here?" jaemin glares at jeno. of course, jeno sticks his tongue out at jaemin and wraps his arms around jaemin's waist.

"aw jaemin darling, did you really think I came all the way here just to watch some cheesy romcoms with you? hmm?" jeno leans in a little too close and jaemin miraculously finds the strength in him to push jeno off.

"fine. then what are we gonna do?"

jaemin witnesses a smirk spread across jeno's face and groans inwardly. (jaemin and jeno had made a bet – if it turned out that mark did not, after all, have a crush on donghyuck, jeno would have to treat jaemin to hotpot. but if they ended up dating before Christmas, jaemin had to let jeno take him ice skating. we all know who won the bet. jaemin hates ice skating.) before jeno can even open his mouth, jaemin is already pushing him out the door.

"alright alright just get out of here so I can change." jeno gives one last eyesmile before the door is shut in his face.

it's only a short walk from jaemin's place to the skating rink just down a few streets. the old lady at the register greets jeno affectionately, and jaemin can only guess that jeno has been here often. when jaemin looks around, all he can see is little children yelling and screaming and falling down and it's annoying him. at the same time, jaemin can't help but imagine that he's going to be one of them in a few minutes' time. screaming. falling down. desperately grabbing onto the hem of jeno's shirt to get back up and save himself from embarrassment. jeno snorting as he skates away, leaving jaemin with nothing more than a few bruises and humiliation.

jaemin is broken out of his trance when jeno effortlessly hands him a pair of ice skates. jaemin does not expect the skates to be this heavy.

"how the heck do you make carrying these look so effortless?"

"I told you, I've been working out." jeno's already slipping his skates on and motions to jaemin to do the same.

jaemin rolls his eyes but complies. unsurprisingly, he struggles with tying the laces. why are the laces so damn long? jeno smiles endearingly and kneels in front of jaemin, tying up the knots in a few seconds. dusting his hands off, he extends one to jaemin. jaemin, albeit unwillingly, takes it and hauls himself up. they make their way to the rink, jaemin waddling alongside jeno, already almost falling in the process. jeno grabs hold of his hand. if jaemin hadn't already known jeno was wearing ice skates, he would've thought jeno was turning up to a fashion show. how does he even walk that stably in these skates? another mental note: practise walking in skates before going to the rink.

the first few rounds around the rink are unsteady and jaemin has fallen down for a grand total of eight times before jeno seemingly gives up and exits the rink.

"finally. can we go home now?" there is a tinge of hopefulness in jaemin's voice. jeno looks at jaemin with incredulity.

"what? no! just stay right there – I'll be back." jeno returns dragging a brightly coloured skating aid behind him. jaemin's eyes widen and he backs away.