Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: established relationship, yearning, the inherent queerness of the first snow Permission to remix: Yes Word count: 740
dear kei, you got me real good with this one. i was well and truly baited. enjoy this sappy romantic mess. **
When he opens his curtains, the first thing that Seokmin does is call Minghao.
He loves the first snow. He’s always loved it. There’s something breathtaking about watching the snow settle on the ground, as it covers the earth and makes everything pure and crisp and clean. He loves the fun of it too, making snowmen and snowball fights and coming back in to the warmth afterwards. But even watching the snow is enough for him. The onset of winter always makes Seokmin buzz with anticipation, wondering when it will arrive, and when it does, it feels like time stops to let the snow fill the world with beauty again.
And really, he shares everything with Minghao, even when they’re separated by borders and sea. So it makes sense for Minghao to be the first one he thinks of. He doesn’t take too long to pick up, even though he’s clearly still in bed, nestled warm in the pillows.
“Myungho-yah! Are you awake?” he asks, conscious of the small time difference. “Well, now I am. Did something happen?”
“Oh, it’s nothing important,” Seokmin replies, suddenly feeling a little guilty. “I just- the first snow’s here. I wanted you to see it.”
“Go on then. Show me.” Minghao rubs his eyes as he speaks, as he fights through the remnants of his sleep, and Seokmin’s heart jumps at the way Minghao indulges him. he makes his way over to the window, switching the direction of the phone camera.
“Can you see it? Can you see it?” Seokmin asks, moving his phone around to give Minghao a good view through the window.
“Yeah, yeah, I can see it,” Minghao replies. His voice is still a little rough, but his eyes are focused as he watches the snowflakes glide down, and Seokmin loves him like this. He loves that his still-sleepy Minghao will indulge him like this, will let him pretend that he’s young again, as if he hasn’t seen snow a million times before. He loves that Minghao will stand with him and watch the snow, and he loves that he can watch Minghao, with his hair ruffled and his skin a little dry and looking just as gorgeous as the view outside.
After a while, Minghao says,
“I think I’ve looked at the snow long enough now. I want to look at you. Will you let me?”
Something flutters in Seokmin’s stomach. Silly Minghao. Always making Seokmin feel like something special, when really he is the special one. Seokmin moves back over to the bed, turning the camera back.
“I can’t believe you called me before heading out into the snow yourself,” Minghao remarks.
“I mean, yeah,” Seokmin replies, fidgeting a little. “I’m not dressed warm enough yet. I pretty much just woke up and saw the snow, so I wanted to show you.”
Minghao chuckles a little. “You must miss me so much, right?”
And, well. Seokmin’s nothing if not honest. “Of course I miss you. The snow would be so much better if you were here.”
Minghao’s smile is gentle as he looks at Seokmin. “I know. I miss you too. But I’ll be coming to you soon. Just wait a few more days.”
Seokmin’s heart swells at the thought. These days, he daydreams about meeting Minghao at the airport. He already feels a murmur of anticipation now, but he imagines it will only get louder as he waits for Minghao. And then Minghao will step out, tired and makeup-less and beautiful, and Seokmin will feel a wave of calm, like his home has come back to him. When Minghao steps towards him, time will stop to let them look at each other, to let Seokmin take Minghao away from the others waiting, to let them kiss tenderly and hold each other and feed each other with warmth.
That won’t happen for a few days. Seokmin can’t wait.
Eventually, Minghao has to hang up, but not before Seokmin blows him kisses through the phone and Minghao, ever-indulgent, pretends to catch them. Seokmin leaves his phone on the bed and moves over to the window again. The snow still falls gently onto the ground, and Seokmin feels new. And even though he’s just spoken to Minghao for twenty minutes, he thinks of him more, hoping that he will get his message.
The first snow is here. I wish you were too. I love you.
[FILL] the first snow is here. i wish you were too. i love you.
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: established relationship, yearning, the inherent queerness of the first snow
Permission to remix: Yes
Word count: 740
dear kei, you got me real good with this one. i was well and truly baited. enjoy this sappy romantic mess.
**
When he opens his curtains, the first thing that Seokmin does is call Minghao.
He loves the first snow. He’s always loved it. There’s something breathtaking about watching the snow settle on the ground, as it covers the earth and makes everything pure and crisp and clean. He loves the fun of it too, making snowmen and snowball fights and coming back in to the warmth afterwards. But even watching the snow is enough for him. The onset of winter always makes Seokmin buzz with anticipation, wondering when it will arrive, and when it does, it feels like time stops to let the snow fill the world with beauty again.
And really, he shares everything with Minghao, even when they’re separated by borders and sea. So it makes sense for Minghao to be the first one he thinks of. He doesn’t take too long to pick up, even though he’s clearly still in bed, nestled warm in the pillows.
“Myungho-yah! Are you awake?” he asks, conscious of the small time difference.
“Well, now I am. Did something happen?”
“Oh, it’s nothing important,” Seokmin replies, suddenly feeling a little guilty. “I just- the first snow’s here. I wanted you to see it.”
“Go on then. Show me.” Minghao rubs his eyes as he speaks, as he fights through the remnants of his sleep, and Seokmin’s heart jumps at the way Minghao indulges him. he makes his way over to the window, switching the direction of the phone camera.
“Can you see it? Can you see it?” Seokmin asks, moving his phone around to give Minghao a good view through the window.
“Yeah, yeah, I can see it,” Minghao replies. His voice is still a little rough, but his eyes are focused as he watches the snowflakes glide down, and Seokmin loves him like this. He loves that his still-sleepy Minghao will indulge him like this, will let him pretend that he’s young again, as if he hasn’t seen snow a million times before. He loves that Minghao will stand with him and watch the snow, and he loves that he can watch Minghao, with his hair ruffled and his skin a little dry and looking just as gorgeous as the view outside.
After a while, Minghao says,
“I think I’ve looked at the snow long enough now. I want to look at you. Will you let me?”
Something flutters in Seokmin’s stomach. Silly Minghao. Always making Seokmin feel like something special, when really he is the special one. Seokmin moves back over to the bed, turning the camera back.
“I can’t believe you called me before heading out into the snow yourself,” Minghao remarks.
“I mean, yeah,” Seokmin replies, fidgeting a little. “I’m not dressed warm enough yet. I pretty much just woke up and saw the snow, so I wanted to show you.”
Minghao chuckles a little. “You must miss me so much, right?”
And, well. Seokmin’s nothing if not honest. “Of course I miss you. The snow would be so much better if you were here.”
Minghao’s smile is gentle as he looks at Seokmin. “I know. I miss you too. But I’ll be coming to you soon. Just wait a few more days.”
Seokmin’s heart swells at the thought. These days, he daydreams about meeting Minghao at the airport. He already feels a murmur of anticipation now, but he imagines it will only get louder as he waits for Minghao. And then Minghao will step out, tired and makeup-less and beautiful, and Seokmin will feel a wave of calm, like his home has come back to him. When Minghao steps towards him, time will stop to let them look at each other, to let Seokmin take Minghao away from the others waiting, to let them kiss tenderly and hold each other and feed each other with warmth.
That won’t happen for a few days. Seokmin can’t wait.
Eventually, Minghao has to hang up, but not before Seokmin blows him kisses through the phone and Minghao, ever-indulgent, pretends to catch them. Seokmin leaves his phone on the bed and moves over to the window again. The snow still falls gently onto the ground, and Seokmin feels new. And even though he’s just spoken to Minghao for twenty minutes, he thinks of him more, hoping that he will get his message.
The first snow is here. I wish you were too. I love you.