He's your winter. The coldest one of them all. The warmest person on Earth. But only for you.
He's your winter. Your first snow on your cheeks. Your freezing wind, biting on your fingertips.
He's your winter. His kisses, like a cold fire, and every time he leaves them on your body, your skin freezes for a few seconds. His touches, warmth from the hottest mug of cocoa, trailing down your sides, making those frozen parts of your body melt.
He's your winter. His words sometimes are too sharp, small needle-like icicles, hitting your face at the blizzard. But his voice is warm and soft, a melted candle on Christmas night, and sometimes you can't get enough of it, ready to listen to him forever.
He's your winter. He's so complicated. And sometimes he makes you so annoyed you're ready to burn him to the ground. But you love him, your personal winter. And no, you can't live without him.
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Autumn Stray Kids Drabbles🍂🍁
FanfictionThis is a compilation of my autumn skz one-shots. Every day this month I'm going to write one short imagine about every member. The theme of every imagine - a random but autumn word (actually, I found the list of words on @ichorstars Instagram, and...
