SNOWED IN | DORBYN

FOUR

WE DONT NEED NO FIREPLACE

BOY I'LL KEEP YOU NICE AND WARM

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DECEMBER 23rd

"you cold?" daniel asked, looking over at corbyn who was bundled up in the comforter. he seemed to be too interested in the movie to notice daniel though so the blond took it upon himself to warm his friend up. "come here," he directed, holding his arms open. he wrapped one arm around the back of corbyn, pulling him into his side, while using his other arm to hug over corbyn's abdomen.

"mmh that's better," the brunet yawned, tucking his head into the crook of daniel's neck. "i don't know who allowed it to be so cold," he shivered, clinging on to daniel.

"i guess that's new hampshire for you," daniel chuckled. he ran his hand up and down corbyn's arm, trying his best to keep the boy warm. the power was still out and the only thing relatively warm in the room were the two candles lit at their nightstands.

"did you by any chance tell the boys what's going on?" corbyn asked.

daniel nodded, "yeah i texted them on the balcony earlier. they laughed and called us idiots," he said with an eye roll. corbyn rumbled a small giggle into his chest before sitting up with a sigh. "what's wrong bub?" daniel asked, copying the brunet's actions. he snaked his arms around his waist, pulling corbyn back against him again.

"it doesn't feel right," he murmured, "tomorrow is christmas eve and we're stuck in some random hotel room. it's not even decorated or anything. there's no freshly baked cookies or loud music. it's just bland."

daniel hummed, taking a glance around the dark room himself. it really didn't feel like christmas. it was just cold and miserable. "let's make it feel like christmas then." corbyn watched in confusion as daniel hopped up out of bed and grabbed a flashlight, shining it around the room. he kneeled down at his large suitcase and sifted around until he found a large notepad and some colorful markers and pens. "arts and crafts," daniel smiled holding them up.

corbyn giggled before scooting himself off the bed and on to the floor where he sat criss crossed. he grabbed a piece of paper and began drawing with the red marker. it was difficult to see due to the main light source only being the tv and the distant candle glows, but he outlined what seemed to be a plump looking body. "you think santa will find us here?" he joked over to daniel.

"ehh your definitely on the naughty list anyway," daniel said as he began to cut out the shape of a snowflake.

"am not!" corbyn childishly exclaimed.

daniel sassed him, using his hand to mimic corbyn's mouth, "are too!"

"i'll show you naughty," corbyn growled. he took the cap off his purple marker and grabbed ahold of daniel. he tried to drag the ink across daniel's perfectly chiseled jawline, but his movements were delayed when he realized he had been admiring the boy's features instead of going in on his plan.

daniel took the time to fight the marker away from corbyn and drag it up the brunet's face. corbyn gasped, jumping backwards. "daniel!" he scolded, jumping to his feet. he grabbed a flashlight and swiftly made his way to the bathroom, settings the cylinder light on the counter as he leaned in over the sink to get a better look at the mirror. "i will kill you!" he yelled. a thick purple line was squiggled down his cheek, along with smaller strokes along his chin.

"i think it looks amazing," the blond smiled from behind the boy. he placed his hands on corbyn's shoulders, hovering over his back. hesitantly, he pecked his lips against the purple streak. unsure of of what to do next, he waited for corbyn to make the next move. the older of the two turned around to meet his piercing blue orbs. they stood in silence for a few seconds before corbyn dug in his pocket, pulling out the red marker he'd been using earlier. he quickly dragged it up across the side of daniel's nose and over to his eyelid before the blond finally pulled away. "corbyn matthew, that was my eye!" he yelled, dramatically trying to claw the ink off his face.

"maybe that'll teach you your lesson," the brunet shrugged. he grabbed a wash cloth from off the counter and dampened it. "come here, lets get it off you," he sighed, grabbing daniel's hand and pulling him forwards. he brought the wet cloth up to his face, harshly scrubbing away at the colored line.

"don't take my whole face off," daniel winced at the cold temperature before taking the cloth away from corbyn. he slapped it on to his bandmate's face, using his other hand to hold the side of corbyn's head still. "there you go princess, all clean."

"if you call me that one more time, it's over for you seavey."

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my grades rn 📉📉 😳👍🏼