“W-what’s wrong w-with this th-thermostat?” Taemin shivered, wrapping himself in blankets upon blankets as Minho stood to check the apartment’s temperature.

                “It says it’s t-ten degrees,” Minho chattered in reply, “but it feels like—”

                “N-negative a million,” Taemin said. “I’m f-freezing, h-hyung.”

                “H-here, let me in to y-your blankets,” Minho said, forcing himself next to Taemin.

                “H-hey, this reminds me of that Christmas song,” Taemin said.

                “Which one?” Minho asked, still shivering, but less so.

                “I’ve g-got my l-love to keep me w-warm,” Taemin smiled, and Minho pressed his lips to Taemin’s which were somehow still warm.