A fic I wrote for a friend's birthday. :) 

au: deaf!wook

Sunlight poured in through the windows and the thin figure on the bed buried his face in his pillow, hoping to block out some of it. He’d been up till almost three in the morning helping his hyung organize a bunch of sheet music and all he really wanted to do was sleep through the rest of the day.

Much to his dismay, he felt a gentle weight on his legs barely thirty minutes later and he made a face, turning over onto his back. The small figure yawned, blinking open his eyes and peering down toward the other end of the bed, where his boyfriend was sitting, patting his legs. Jongwoon smiled and pointed to the window; bright white snowflakes were falling down, coating everything in the yard.

Ryeowook smiled back sleepily, holding his arms out; the older man knowingly scooped his dongsaeng into his arms, holding him close against his chest and letting the soft fabric of his favorite sweater brush against the skin of the younger’s forearms. He carried him closer to the windows so that Ryeowook could look out and fully see their backyard being covered in snow; he felt the smaller man squirm in excitement and he grinned.

It looked like today would be a snow day.

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Ryeowook’s plans of getting his hyung to play with him in the snow were destroyed the minute he sneezed. (It may just be the sniffles, but Jongwoon would not stand for his boyfriend getting sick, and would, therefore, make sure that he was kept warm and hydrated and, most importantly, indoors.) He wrinkled up his nose when Jongwoon immediately put him back down on the bed, then rummaged through their dresser for a moment before sitting down at the end of the bed. Jongwoon carefully picked up his foot, tugging a thick sock onto it; Ryeowook wiggled his toes, making a face at his hyung. He crawled out of the bed after his hyung had put on both of his socks, grabbing a pair from the pile of clean ones on the floor, and turned around, sitting Indian style as he slowly pulled socks onto Jongwoon’s feet as well. When he was done, he looked up, beaming proudly at his work.

Jongwoon felt his heart flip-flop the way that it always did at the sight of Ryeowook’s million-watt smile and he pulled his boyfriend to his feet, leading him downstairs.

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While Jongwoon was strictly against the idea of playing in the snow while the younger had the sniffles, he was significantly less opposed to the idea of watching movies while curled up on the couch. He let Ryeowook pick the movie as he headed to the kitchen to whip up a couple of mugs of hot chocolate, their favorite wintertime beverage. A few minutes later, he reentered the living room, mugs in hand, to find the younger man already situated on the couch, carefully navigating the DVD menu to turn on the subtitles of one of his favorite movies. He smiled slightly, putting down the mugs on the coffee table and grabbing a thick blanket, covering both of them as he took his place next to Ryeowook on the couch.

Ryeowook smiled happily at him, his eyes shining with thanks as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. Jongwoon merely nodded toward the television screen, reminding the younger man that the opening scene was playing.

However, Jongwoon didn’t spend much time actually watching the movie. After a few minutes, he started gently nudging Ryeowook’s foot with his own, a smile spreading across his face when his boyfriend nudged his back. It didn’t take long for him to start gently poking the younger's side and, from there, to start tickling him, delighting in the way Ryeowook’s face lit up and he curled up into a ball, trying his best to escape the tickle-attack.

They both collapsed after a few moments, Jongwoon splayed out across the couch and Ryeowook lying on top of him, his head on his hyung’s chest.

‘We’re missing the movie,’ he signed slowly against the older man’s side; he smiled at the shrug he felt in response.

‘I’d rather just cuddle with you,’ Jongwoon signed back, his cold fingers on the warm skin under Ryeowook’s sweater causing a chill to run up the younger’s spine.

Ryeowook closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic pattern of Jongwoon’s chest rising and falling with each breath lull him into a peaceful state of relaxation, his hand twitching every once in a while and signing a single letter over his hyung’s heart.

For a while, Jongwoon ignored the signing. (While other people sleep-talked, Ryeowook had a habit of sleep-signing and would wake him up in the middle of the night to sign things like ‘But I don’t wanna eat the pizza squares!’ to him and have no recollection of it the following morning. That was one dream that he was particularly interested in hearing about because he couldn’t imagine why pizza in the shape of squares could have caused the younger so much distress, but Ryeowook couldn’t remember that dream at all.) When he actually began paying attention to it, however, he discovered that his boyfriend was consciously spelling something out on his chest. What was it? R-y-e-o-w-o-o-k l-o-v-e-s J-o-n-g-w-o-o-n--

With a soft smile, Jongwoon began to sign on the younger man’s back, finishing the statement. ‘With all of his heart.’

Ryeowook nodded slightly, a matching smile on his face, and he slowly lifted his head, pulling himself up just enough to kiss Jongwoon lightly, their lips moving together perfectly, each one feeling his heart swell with all of the love in the world.

Outside, snowflakes fell to earth quietly, covering everything and seemingly putting the busy world to sleep, letting everyone relax for a while and enjoy the peace that it brought. Inside, the two men lay together on the couch underneath a thick blanket, taking turns giving each other butterfly kisses, completely wrapped up in each other and a love that would never die.