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Hopemin - Baby, It's Cold Outside

Contains:

- fluff

- littlespace

Prompt:

Story:

"Dada, wook how pwetty snow ish!"

Hoseok chuckles, setting the mug he's carrying on the window ledge, and reaches to open the blinds a little more. "You're so adorable, Jimin."

"Hobi no wike?"

"No, I like it, baby. It's cute."

The younger blushes at the compliment, hiding his face with his sweater paws. "Dun' say that~"

"Why not, baby? You're cute." grins the taller, sitting behind him and wrapping a blanket around the pair of them. "So, so cute, Jiminie."

"Mm, Dada cutie too."

"Yeah?" he runs his fingers through the boy's fluffy orange hair. "You're so innocent, aren't you? You're not dirty or perverted in any way?"

"No~" Jimin says in a sing-song voice, giggling.

"Yeah, right."

"Nuh-uh!" the shorter insists, pouting. "Diminie nuh yucky!"

"Alright, I believe you, bub." Hoseok sighs contentedly, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Come on, drink your hot chocolate before it goes cold."

"Dada put 'wows?"

"Yeah, I put the little marshmallows in it for you, just how you like it."

Jimin claps briefly, tiny hands looking even smaller as he drowns in his massive fluffy sweater, then leans forward to take the mug off of the window ledge. He carefully brings it to his lips and takes a sip from it, grinning at the sweetness. "Mm, vewy tasty! Dada makes da best hot choccy!"

"You're welcome, pretty boy."

They sit quietly after that, holding tightly onto one another as they stare out of the window, watching the pure-white snow as it falls thick and fast, and forms a blanket on the ground outside. In fact, the only sounds in the air are the twittering of a robin on a nearby tree branch, and Jimin's soft humming - otherwise, it's silent.

"You're thinking about something." says the elder, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head. "What are you thinking about?"

Jimin looks down for a second, staring at his reflection in what remains of his hot chocolate, and smiles bashfully. "Kissie?"

The brunet smiles back, lets his lips meet the younger's ever so gently, and squeezes his hand. "I love you, Jiminie."

"Wove chu too, Dada."

Hoseok glances around for a minute or two, then gets up and closes the blinds, much to his boyfriend's dismay. The latter pouts, as he can't see the snow anymore, and looks at the floor.

"Meanie," he mumbles. "Why do dat?"

"Because," the elder pauses, and lifts Jimin up, carrying him bridal-style over to the bed and laying him down on it. "I think the neighbours would get jealous."

"Wh-" the smaller begins, cut off by his boyfriend's lips meeting his own as Hoseok lies down beside him and pulls the blanket over them. He smiles into the kiss, reaching to pull the other male's arm around him.

"You're so pretty, baby."

"Diminie nuh just pwetty?"

"No, you're not just pretty. You're so much more than that, and I've known that since the second I met you.

The orange-haired looks directly into his lover's eyes, noticing how full of genuine fondness they are. He also notices something within them, something questioning, almost as if requesting permission to do something. But he knows exactly what it is and nods, and his sweater is removed in one fluid motion. 

"Dada," he mumbles afterwards, eyes flickering downwards for a second.

"What is it, baby?"

"Nuh wan' do yucky stuffs 'night."

"It's alright, love, I was just taking your sweater off so you didn't get too hot."

"Mhm," Jimin nods, nestling himself firmly in the blanket. "Dada, can ask chu som'tin'?"

"Go ahead."

"Can Dada an' Diminie get mawwied?"

Hoseok smiles, playing with his lover's hair. "If you want to."

"Weawy?" the younger gasps, eyes lighting up. "Weawy t'uwy?"

"Of course, lovely."

Grinning, the orange-haired suddenly yawns, and nuzzles into his boyfriend's shoulder. Hoseok coos at his adorable nature and pulls the blanket up higher, covering the rest of his body, before kissing his forehead.

"I love you, Jiminie."

"Wove chu too, Dada."