skylightgalaxy: ❝Baby, it’s cold outside.❞  “It’s cold, Joon-ah—,&rdquo

skylightgalaxy: ❝Baby, it’s cold outside.❞  “It’s cold, Joon-ah—,” Yoongi complains for what must be the 1000th time today. He has complained when they left their comfy, warm townhouse in Seoul, he has complained when they had still been in the car, he has complained when they had stopped to buy coffee, and he complains now that they have finally reached the small but luxurious winter chalet. It’s not that Yoongi doesn’t like being here, especially because it means he gets to spend Christmas together with Namjoon. They’ve been boyfriends for three years, but somehow never managed to celebrate Christmas together. So this year they’ve decided to leave their phones in their house, just drive up here and hole themselves up for a week. It’s the perfect plan. Or it would be if the fireplace wasn’t acting up. Namjoon has been trying for half an hour… to no avail. Yoongi has wrapped himself in every blanket he was able to find in the living room, but his hands and especially his nose are still cold.  “I’m sorry, hyung,” Namjoon sighs, his shoulders sagging with defeat when he turns around, his cheeks heated with the effort he’s put into kindling the fire, but Yoongi can see him tremble with the cold that reigns in this godforsaken room. He thinks it’s the strangest thing. Namjoon calling him hyung doesn’t feel right sometimes. Not when he’s feeling so small when he’s around his boyfriend and when all he wants is Namjoon to take care of him. But what is even stranger, is that he loves this. Loves Namjoon.    “C'mere,” Yoongi whispers, and Namjoon hurries to get under the blankets, his cold body pressing against Yoongi’s. And for the first time on this day, Yoongi doesn’t mind the cold at all, nuzzling the icicle (aka his nose) against Namjoon’s crook of the neck. “I’m afraid the firewood got damp or something. I’ll drive down to town tomorrow morning to get us new logs. We can warm each other up until then—” Namjoon pulls Yoongi even closer, and when his cold lips claim Yoongi’s, he can’t complain about how cold Namjoon’s hand, which is sneaking under his sweater, feels on the already burning skin of his lower back. But if he’s honest, there’s nothing to complain about. Not at all. ~  When Yoongi gets up on the next morning, Namjoon is already back from the short ride to town. He can hear his boyfriend rummaging in the kitchen. Something is different though.  It’s warm. And really… His tired eyes don’t betray him. There’s an actual fire flickering in the fireplace. Yoongi doesn’t get how Namjoon has managed to kindle it without waking him up, but it’s amazing. The couch is placed at just the right distance from the fireplace, and it feels so good to stretch his tired muscles being surrounded by warmth.  “Morning, kitten,” Namjoon chuckles when he comes into the living room from the kitchen, “Did you sleep well?” “Hmmm,” Yoongi agrees, flinching when he stretches some more and his hands touch something fuzzy that hasn’t been here the night before. He rolls over onto his stomach so he can have a look at it. It’s a sloth. A plushie sloth. “Joon… Where does that come from?” “Oh, I found it at the store in town, and it reminded me of you.“   "You did not just call me a sloth!"  "Oh, but I did,” Namjoon laughs, evading the kick of Yoongi’s foot. “It’s a special sloth though,” he says, as he takes the plushie out of Yoongi’s hands. “Look, it has a hot water bottle inside. Didn’t want you to feel cold again.” He smiles his softest smile when he opens the hidden zipper to show Yoongi the small bottle, his dimples are flickering, and Yoongi simply has to lean over to kiss them at once. “It’s perfect, thank you."   "Only the best for hyung."  Yoongi feels himself frown before he can hold it back, and of course Namjoon sees it.  "Something wrong?"  "I— Joon— while we’re here— can you call me what you usually only call me in bed?” Namjoon contemplates for a few seconds, but then his smile softens again. He pulls Yoongi closer, leaving a kiss on his temple, and the small gesture is enough to make utter relief flood every vein of Yoongi’s body.  “Of course, baby boy.” Why am I so wasted for this ship ???? They’re the sexiest together… -- source link

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