Taemin blushed, blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He couldn’t help it though, not when Jonghyun’s hands were safely holding him at the waist and making sure he didn’t slip. Taemin gulped once.

His face flushed as those strong hands held him tightly, encasing him in heat and security. He hid a grin when they slid across the pale ice in unison. There was a simple joy found in partaking in something with Jonghyun- his hyung.

He wanted to capture this feeling and keep it inside of him as long as possible, didn’t want the warmth bubbling inside him ever to dissipate.

Those hands held him tentatively as they glided, and while he knew it was purely platonic on Jonghyun’s part, he longed for more.

Taemin slid parallel to the older and those strong hands left him in seconds. Confusion filled Jonghyun, but it melted into contentment when Taemin took off his left mitten and laced their fingers together.

Taemin thought this happiness was worth the risk.