Cold fingertips press to the back of Chanyeol's hand. He looks down and sees Joonmyun by his side, peacoat buttoned up to his chin and scarf bundled up to his nose.

"You should have brought your gloves, hyung," Chanyeol tells him. "It's almost freezing outside, and you were the one who suggested that we walk to the cafe."

"Don't chide me."

Chanyeol throws his head back  with laughter, and Joonmyun grumbles, "Why are you laughing, that wasn't supposed to be funny. How are you in this good of a mood at six in the morning?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Joonmyun mutters something inaudible to Chanyeol’s ears, and his breath fogs like white smoke in the cold air.

“Look hyung, I’m a dragon!” Chanyeol blows his own puff of breath and grins expectantly at Joonmyun, who allows himself a small smile.

“You’re just like a kid.”

“But I’m still taller than you,” Chanyeol taunts. As expected, he receives a nudge to the ribs. “I’m not the one who forgot his gloves when it’s only three degrees outside!”

Even though most of Joonmyun’s face is obscured by the thick scarf, Chanyeol can still see the leader’s pout. How he manages to muster such a pitiful look in his eyes is beyond Chanyeol’s—or anyone’s—understanding, but Chanyeol’s heart lurches and he reaches out automatically for Joonmyun’s hand.

“Better now?” he asks gruffly once his fingers are entwined with Joonmyun’s and their hands are both inside of Chanyeol’s pocket.

“But what about my other hand?”