Your Body Is A Winter Wonderland.

Under the unforgiving Korean winter clad only in an oversized hoodie and cap, Krystal wished she was at home right now. Sleeping away her tired limbs or sipping on hot chocolate doing nothing is her idea of a day off of f(x)’s schedule that she thought was personally arranged by Satan to destroy her. Instead, she’s out in the streets waiting for some—

“Hey.”

—one who’s supposed to be here 27 minutes and 39 seconds ago. For a moment there she hated herself because she’s supposed to be mad and she’s rehearsed her harsh attacks in her mind to lash out to this person but here she is, fighting the urge to crush this person in a bear hug because she so ing missed him. For once, her snarky-self aka Krystal won over the wimp and aegyo-filled Soojung. She did not turn around to see the gorgeous face of the tardy boy whom she loves so much and she’s never been so proud of herself.

“Hey Soojung-ah,”

Imagine if someone, God forbid it’s an Exo fan, acknowledged him trying to conceal himself with a frustratingly pretty girl without make-up and clad in an oversized hoodie; that would be the death of Kai. Okay he’s a bit overreacting on that but the consequences are really heavy and grim to deal with but he shoved all that down his manager’s just to meet this too-frustrating-girl-that-is-his-girlfriend and decided to just deal with it later.

He knows her very well now to know that she’s putting up an act(a very cute act) because he was late. And he knows just as well how to appease his raging goddess. He looked left and right, made sure no one still noticed them, smirked to himself because he can finally embrace her after so many ing hours of being so close and yet so far.

And because she’s still in the I’m-not-talking-to-you-because-you’re-late stance with her arms crossed and back him, Soojung just settled in taking deep breaths to inhale all that oh-so-familiar scent she so missed. No matter how good she is at nonchalance, she still found it hard to ignore this boy who can cause a rollercoaster of emotions coursing through her—specially now that his arms are wrapped around her like a warm blanket, securing her from the cold wind and all the worries.

“I miss you.”

Jongin said through her hair which smells like spring and happiness and distinctly Soojung. He’s tired, beat-up even, from all the rigorous practice and photoshoots and shootings but all of those went down the drain because he’s holding her so close like she’s the cure to every human illness out there. He finds it amazing how this small, bewitchingly pretty girl can ease all his tensions and detach and relax him from the spotlight which sometimes burn him.

Soojung’s well-rehearsed act was immediately thrown out the window the second he pressed his cold cheek to her neck. She flinched at the sudden contact but he held her in place, preventing her from facing him so she relaxed and cherished the moment of bliss.

“I miss you…”

He said again as he placed an innocent but lingering kiss on the base of her neck and his arms tightened a little bit more around her as if he’s afraid she might evaporate into the thin, cold air. Suddenly the weather doesn’t seem that cold to Soojung anymore. She’s basking in all the warmth and love and magic that Jongin is giving her and she can’t think straight. All she can feel is butterflies in her stomach and Jongin.

“I miss you too, kkamjong”

She felt him smile through her skin and she can’t help but smile too. Soon their smiles turned to giggles as Soojung turned around to face him. She forgot what she was about to say because he’s looking down at her like that—eyes crinkling with affection and warmth and love—with that perfectly-chiselled face of his. Sometimes she finds it hard to have a too-gorgeous for a boyfriend.

“Your face is cold,” she cupped his face and Jongin silently thanked all the Gods for her.

“Let’s get something to defrost your face before your fangirls skewer me to death for freezing their precious Dancing Machine to death.” He laughed with that baritone voice and she never felt more attracted to anyone in her life than this moment with him.

“Hn.” He smiles again. God help Jung Soojung who’s about to melt into a puddle of goo.

She took his hand to lead him to hide her now tomato-like cheeks but Jongin knows better, because there’s no hiding a furious blush in a pretty, pale face like hers when embarrassed, and does what he’s very good at—stealing kisses.

“Your cheeks are as warm as they look.” he said and laughed at his own lame and goosebump-inducing cheesiness.

“You’re so cheesy I wanna squeeze you into my cheeseburger.” She made face but God knows how beautiful he’s making her feel. And because she’s happy and he’s too handsome and they’re both ing high in love like there’s no tomorrow, she decided to rise on her tiptoes(because the goddamn handsome boy is freakishly tall for her) and kissed him full on the lips because YOLO. She felt his hands around her waist and the other cradling her head and that’s all she can think about.

Soojung decided that winters are specially meant for her and Jongin. Only for them.