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According to the weather reports, Seoul is experiencing its heaviest snowfall in decades.
If this keeps up, they may actually be getting a white Christmas this year.
During Hyunjin’s short walk from his studio to Felix’s office, he’s seen over a dozen snowmen and snow animals decorating the city sidewalks. Most have already been through a rough day, suffering from a squished head or a missing butt, but they’ve surely brought joy to many people during their time on Earth.
From his spot by a streetlight, Hyunjin turns his face up to the sky, eyes flitting from snowflake to snowflake as they drift down to meet him. The air is crisp and cold, settling sharp in his lungs where they fight against the inevitable warmth. He breathes out, watching his breath mist in the air, and turns his gaze towards the skyscraper that Felix is in.
Choosing to meet up after work tonight was an impromptu decision, but Felix had taken one look at the falling snow before flooding Hyunjin with a bunch of excitable texts, wanting nothing more than to walk home together in the snow.
So here Hyunjin is, looking around their city while he waits for his boyfriend. The sun has already fallen, night wrapping the bustling metropolitan in its arms. Artificial light keeps the city lit and the streets are filled with people making their way from one location to another, heads bowed and shoulders hunched against the winds.
Hyunjin’s cheeks are getting numb, but he catches sight of Felix through the glass walls of the building and promptly forgets all about the cold. His boyfriend’s chatting away with a young woman that Hyunjin recognises as one of Felix’s colleagues, a beanie – knitted by Jisung for Christmas last year – pulled over his ears as he shrugs into his coat.
The revolving doors sweep them out of the building and into the cold, and Hyunjin watches as Felix bids his colleague goodbye before shoving his hands into his coat pockets and looking around.
When their eyes meet, Felix’s face lights up like the sun personified. He skips through the crowd until he's standing toe-to-toe with Hyunjin, nose already pinking from the winter wind.
“Hi, have you been waiting long? I was finishing up an email and then Seoji wanted my opinion on shoes and –” He waves a hand around in the air. “Anyway, I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. It’s cold out here.”
Hyunjin simply looks at him.
“I’d wait forever for you, Yongbok. Ten minutes is nothing to me.”
It’s hard to tell if Felix is blushing or if he’s just cold, but when Felix hooks his arm into the crook of Hyunjin’s and tugs him down the street, Hyunjin finds that it doesn’t matter.
“Should we stop by Mama Hong’s to pick some stuff up for dinner? I’m craving their rosé tteokbokki; it’d be so good in this weather. We can get your favourite pajeon too and maybe some soup?”
“We have leftovers at home,” Hyunjin reminds him, but steers them both in the direction of Mama Hong’s anyway.
Thirty minutes later sees them speed walking home, fingers curled tightly around the handles of the takeout bags, in hopes of preventing their dinner from getting cold too quickly. They’re short of breath when they finally stumble into the warmth of their apartment, Felix giggly and Hyunjin trying not to be, bumping into each other as they kick off their shoes and slip-slide further into their home on socked feet.
Hyunjin shoos Felix in the direction of their bedroom as he wrangles with their dinner, only managing to unpack the food before Felix reappears, changed into something comfy and looking considerably less winded.
“Your turn, let me do this.”
Hyunjin is hopping into his favourite worn-through sweatpants when he catches a glimpse of the velvet box he’d tucked into the very back corner of the shelf. It was a purchase made in recent weeks, bought using Chan’s credit card so Felix wouldn’t notice it on their credit card statement. An impulsive purchase considering he didn’t meet up with Chan with the intention to buy a ring, but a very carefully thought out purchase considering how long he’s been thinking of seeing Felix with a ring on his finger.
With every passing day, Hyunjin finds that it gets a little harder to keep this a secret from Felix. When he wakes up every morning, sleep still clouding his vision, and rolls over to see Felix’s sleeping face, he wants nothing more than to shake Felix awake and pop the question right there and then.
But he’s got a plan, sort of. And he’s going to stick to his (sort of) plan.
After one last look at the box, he rearranges his clothes to hide it and shuts the closet door.
It’s time for dinner.
Hyunjin stirs awake to the mouthwatering scent of melted butter and sugar.
He cracks an eye open to see that he’s somehow rolled over onto Felix’s side of the bed and that Felix himself is nowhere to be seen. Then he hears muffled voices seeping in through the gap beneath the closed bedroom door, and it’s enough to kickstart his fuzzy brain.
Right, it’s the weekend before Christmas, which means Felix is diving headfirst into his Christmas baking sessions. After four Christmases of this, their group of friends have given it the status of a Christmas tradition, and it’s something that everyone looks forward to every December.
Felix likes to customise each person’s goodie bag – he does it for their friends, his family members back home, and Hyunjin’s parents, which means he puts in a whole lot of work. While the baking itself lasts one weekend, the entire planning process can take up to a month. He enjoys it though, even if it can be stressful, and the results always leave his gift recipients begging for more.
Hyunjin rolls out of bed and beelines for the record player, where he crouches down by the shelf full of vinyls and picks one of Felix’s favourites. Felix won’t hear it through the walls and the chatter, but it’s always nice to be reminded of the man he loves.
He takes his sweet time with his morning routine, humming along with the music as he brushes his teeth and goes through each step of his skincare. Feeling considerably more awake by the end of it, he ambles over to where he’d tossed last night’s home clothes and shimmies back into them. While all of his friends have seen him in his underwear at one point or another, there’s no harm in being a considerate host.
Pausing by the door, he fills his lungs with air and savours the aromas before exhaling. Judging by how good it smells out there, there’s already a batch of something yummy baking in the oven.
The first thing he sees when he steps out of the bedroom is Seungmin sprawled out on the couch, a mini bowl of chocolate chips resting on his stomach.
“Is that your breakfast?”
“It’s all your boyfriend would spare,” Seungmin replies mournfully, carefully scooping a single chocolate chip out of the glass bowl and setting it on his tongue.
Hyunjin looks over at Felix, who has his hair tied up into a little bun and his favourite kitty apron tied around his waist.
“Do I get some chocolate chips too?”
Grinning, Felix points at an identical mini glass bowl resting on the countertop.
Hyunjin claims his bowl of chocolate chips with grace. He thanks Felix with a kiss on the cheek before stepping back and dumping the contents of the bowl into his mouth.
“Mm, I’m stuffed.”
Laughing, Felix hooks his thumb over his shoulder and says, “I made you a breakfast sandwich. It should still be warm. And before you feel bad for Seungmin, he already had one.”
Hyunjin happily digs into his bagel sandwich prepped with love. Once his stomach is full and the dishes are washed, he lets Seungmin rope him into a new co-op game that has them yelling at each other and Felix laugh-crying as he puts all of his cookie cutters to work.
Jeongin lets himself into the apartment around lunchtime bearing more food (a.k.a. failed bribes to get into Felix’s freshly baked goods) and Hyunjin is amazed at how Felix is able to get shit done with the three of them making such a ruckus.
Which is why he chases their friends out of the apartment by dinnertime, pointedly ignoring their matching sets of puppy eyes as he shuts the door in their faces.
Felix shoots him an amused smile when he returns to the kitchen, still as bright as ever despite how tired he must be.
“Yongbok, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make you something.”
Walnuts crunch subtly under the sharp blade of Felix’s knife.
“Anything I want?”
“Anything you want that I know how to make without setting the kitchen on fire.”
Felix huffs out a laugh and scoops all the chopped walnuts into a bowl.
“Your kimchi pasta,” he says, “with a lot of cheese.”
“My famed dish?” Hyunjin reaches for his matching apron – black to Felix’s white – and ties it into place. “Your wish is my command.”
His bladder is crying for relief at some godforsaken hour and Hyunjin has no choice but to oblige.
He staggers out of bed, and thanks to his vision impaired by both sleep and darkness, walks right into the bedside table. It takes a monumental amount of willpower to keep a waterfall of curses sealed behind his lips – Felix is still sound asleep, and he would feel terribly guilty if he woke Felix up due to his own clumsiness.
They’d spent a long day with their friends; between the vast amounts of food consumed and the excitement around gift-giving, exhaustion is running bone-deep through them both.
Hyunjin makes it to the bathroom without further injuries, and only it’s on his way back to bed that he notices.
Through the crack between the blinds, he sees a flurry of snow.
The cogs in his brain creak along until they start spinning a tad more smoothly – wait, what time is it? A quick check of his phone tells him it’s a little after three in the morning, and Hyunjin takes a few precious seconds to make a Very Important Decision.
“Yongbok?”
He crawls onto the bed and sidles up to his sleeping boyfriend, careful to keep his touch gentle as he coaxes Felix out of slumber. Felix gradually rouses, brows furrowed in confusion as he instinctively nuzzles into Hyunjin’s touch.
“Hyunjin?” His voice is gravelly, rough with sleep that clings to him. “What’s going on? Did you have a bad dream?”
Ah, Hyunjin loves him so much.
“No, only good dreams.” He unearths one of Felix’s hands in the sheets and brings it up to his lips, where he presses a kiss to the ridges of his knuckles. “It’s snowing, Felix. Merry Christmas.”
It takes a moment or two for Hyunjin’s words to sink in, but Felix is soon scrambling to sit up, legs getting caught in the duvet as he tries to kick it off.
“Snowing? Right now? We’re getting a fresh white Christmas?” Felix’s eyes gleam in the night, his glee palpable. “Hyun, let’s go outside!”
The streets are silent save for the occasional passing car, and in this late hour, it seems as though the vast city is theirs and theirs alone. Guided by the pools of light from the street lamps overhead and the glow of the moon hanging low in the night sky, they head in one direction, one foot in front of the other.
Above, the snow falls steadily.
Hyunjin doesn’t know where they’re going, but that’s okay. He glances over at Felix, takes in the dusting of snow that has settled on the crown of his head and the way the cold has kissed his cheeks pink. Felix, perhaps feeling Hyunjin’s gaze on him, looks up and meets his eyes. Then he smiles, all summer warmth and endless love, and Hyunjin may not know where they’re going, but he’s got Felix with him and that’s all that matters.
They’re sharing a pair of gloves, their ungloved hands shoved into the pocket of Hyunjin’s winter coat where their fingers find homes between the other’s. Hyunjin strokes his thumb over where his lips had graced a little while ago, feeling the delicate bones shift under his touch.
It dawns on him as they’re walking that Felix is actually bringing him somewhere, but when he’s more focused on his partner than what route they’re taking, Hyunjin only figures out what their destination is when they step foot into the park.
They come here often during the warmer months, for picnic dates or to walk their neighbour’s border collie when they’re helping dogsit the pooch, but it’s the first time they’ve been here during a wintery night.
Felix bends to sweep a layer of snow off the nearest bench before tugging Hyunjin down onto it with their joined hands.
“You just want to sit? I thought you’d go build a snowman or create some snow angels.” Hyunjin squints at the nearest patch of snow. “It looks deep enough for snow angels, doesn’t it?"
“I’ll do that in a bit,” Felix says, hunkering down into his coat. “Just wanna sit and enjoy this for a while. It’s so pretty, isn’t it? Almost surreal.”
And so they sit on that bench, in the middle of an empty park and in the wee hours of the morning, noses numb with cold while their hands stay warm.
It’s a type of serenity rarely experienced, one so peaceful that Hyunjin quite enjoys the way his mind goes blank. Then Felix sneezes, laughs, and gently wriggles his hand free.
“I’m gonna fall asleep if I sit here for any longer.” He points to a large patch of untouched snow. “Time to mess that up.”
Off he goes, skipping over to the field where Hyunjin distinctly remembers having picked up doggie poop. He watches as Felix flops backwards onto the snow, limbs akimbo, his delighted cries filling the silence.
They have a full day of Christmas celebrations with their families ahead of them, but Hyunjin thinks his decision to wake Felix up for this was more than worth it. His boyfriend’s fully embracing the inner child in him, and Hyunjin knows that being able to witness it is the best Christmas present he will get.
Felix makes one perfect snow angel, then two, and he’s on his third when Hyunjin decides to join him. The snow is fluffy, the kind that makes perfect snowballs, and his limbs easily carve out pie slices to create his snow angel. Felix scrambles to his feet, snow sticking to his hair and the backs of his pants, and holds out his ungloved hand for Hyunjin to grab.
“Yours looks better,” Hyunjin says, peering down at their snow angels. “You’re the same species, it makes sense.”
Felix laughs, body tipping into Hyunjin’s. “Yours is pretty good too! Look how big your wings are.”
“Let’s make another pair,” Hyunjin suggests, and pulls Felix over to a neighbouring patch of snow. “Can we make them hold wings?”
It’s nearly five in the morning when they get home, shivering thanks to the lingering chill from their damp clothes and hair. But Hyunjin’s phone is filled with photos of their wing-holding snow angels and Felix is positively brimming with happiness, so what are cold toes in light of that?
They strip out of their sodden clothes as soon as the main door shuts behind them, leaving a trail from their shoes all the way to the bathroom. Hyunjin gets the shower going, hot water turned all the way up, and Felix lugs their favourite space heater into the bathroom.
“I think my lips are numb,” Felix says, pressing them together. “Are they p–”
“I can warm them up for you.”
Felix melts against him when their lips meet, goosebumps rippling across Hyunjin’s skin when Felix’s icy fingers press into his flesh in a bid to keep him close.
He does as promised, kisses Felix until his lips are warm, then continues kissing him even as they fumble their way into the shower and under the spray of hot water.
They break apart eventually, when they start drinking a little too much shower water. Felix’s lips certainly look very warmed up now.
“Yongbok-ah.”
Felix smiles at him, reaching over Hyunjin’s shoulder for their bottle of shampoo. He squirts a glob right onto Hyunjin’s head and one into the palm of his hand, and he’s soon scrubbing away under Hyunjin’s gaze.
“Hm?”
There’s a cluster of freckles on Felix’s cheekbone that Hyunjin can draw from memory. He follows a trail of soap suds down the side of Felix’s face, then past a mole on his neck that he’s tasted hundreds of times.
“I want to spend forever with you, you know that right?”
Felix blinks owlishly up at him, wet lashes clumped together. He sinks soapy fingers into Hyunjin’s hair and lathers up the shampoo pooling on his scalp, and when he speaks, it’s with the most teasing tone Hyunjin’s ever heard him use.
“If you want me to marry you, I expect a better proposal.”
He pushes Hyunjin under the water and joins him, and as soon as all the shampoo has been washed off, he surges in for a kiss. Hyunjin, ears ringing with the implication of Felix’s words, can only hang in there as all the air is kissed out of his lungs.
“Wait,” he mumbles against Felix’s mouth, “does that mean –” he loses his train of thought when Felix licks past the seam of his lips, but promptly gets back on track, “– you’d marry me?”
Felix presses closer, impossibly so, and says, “Only you, always you.”
The water shuts off, Felix just able to reach the handle with the tips of his fingers. There are water droplets clinging to his lashes, but Hyunjin blinks them away just so he can have an unobstructed view of Felix’s eyelids fluttering when he bumps the tips of their noses together.
“It’s better,” he promises, and basks in the way Felix’s pupils dilate.
It’s hard to make their way out of the shower when they’re wet, cold, and practically attached at the hip, but they manage. Drying off is nothing more than rubbing a towel through their hair, and who needs clothes when they’d come right off again anyway?
They tumble into bed in a heap, rolling around until Felix is astride Hyunjin’s lap with their lips bitten raw, and Hyunjin fumbles between their bodies to wrap a hand around their growing arousals.
Outside, the sun continues its climb, shades of gold rolling out across the city. Inside, water rolls down the gentle curve of Felix’s back and over the bumps of his vertebrae, and Hyunjin’s grip slip-slides down their shafts, skin slick with more than just water.
The early dawn settles over their bedroom like a whisper of love, warm and quiet. Felix kisses him on the mouth, on his cheeks where his dimples lie in wait, on his forehead where the faintest lines are forming out of pleasure.
Adrenaline from the last few hours has settled into a low, steady buzz in his veins, and it has Hyunjin coming in minutes, breath stuttering into the minimal space between their mouths. Felix follows suit, the syllables of Hyunjin’s name wrapped up in breathless laughter and the warmth of his release over Hyunjin’s hand.
“Hey,” Felix murmurs. “I lied earlier.”
Hyunjin’s thighs are going numb from Felix’s weight, but it’s a discomfort he’s always happy to bear.
“Which part?”
Felix presses the flat of his hand into Hyunjin’s chest, the other fitting against his jaw. “I don’t need a better proposal.”
The lightest touch sweeps across the swell of his lip and Hyunjin smiles, quick to nip at Felix’s thumb. “Yeah, but you deserve better. You won’t have to wait long, promise.”
Felix opens his mouth, presumably to respond, but what comes out is a great, big yawn.
“Okay,” Hyunjin laughs. “Maybe we should nap for a couple of hours?”
One push with his hips and Felix is toppling off his lap, and Hyunjin dips into the bathroom to clean up and fetch a clean washcloth. He returns to see Felix sound asleep, hand pillowed under his cheek and curled up in a splash of sunlight that envelops him like he’s God’s favourite.
Hyunjin wipes him clean and tugs the duvet up over his bare body, and after he draws the curtains and sets a much-needed alarm, he rejoins Felix in bed.
Felix inches closer to him in his sleep like a moth drawn to a flame. Despite how his eyes are threatening to slip shut, Hyunjin takes a few precious moments to simply look at Felix and marvel at the fact that they’ll be spending the rest of their lives together.
Sure, it may not be official, but it has to be written in the stars. Reassured by that fact, he takes Felix’s free hand in his and closes his eyes.
The city has roused by the time Hyunjin next opens his eyes.
A bleary squint at his phone tells him that it’s nearly nine, and that Felix must have dealt with the alarm when it went off. Hyunjin throws an arm out and feels cool sheets where Felix’s body was – he must’ve gotten up right as the alarm rang, without a single snooze attempt.
Twenty minutes later, Hyunjin traipses out of the bedroom to find Felix on the phone, video chatting with his family. He can see two cookies set out on a small plate, flanked by two empty glasses intended for milk – their very own Christmas tradition, morning milk and cookies à la Santa Claus.
“Shouldn’t take more than a few days,” Felix is saying, “they’ll still be perfectly edible by the time you get them.”
He brightens upon catching sight of Hyunjin, and Hyunjin immediately hears Olivia’s voice go, “Is that Hyunjin? Is he finally awake? Turn me around, I wanna say hi.”
Hyunjin joins Felix on the couch, practically squishing him against the cushions, and commandeers the phone. While he chats with Felix’s family, Felix himself is content to curl up against Hyunjin’s side and listen to the most important people in his life talk.
By the time the call ends, Felix is looking like a delightfully sleepy kitten in a sunbath.
Hyunjin sets the phone aside and wriggles around on the couch until half the pillows have dropped to the floor and Felix is lying on him like melted butter soaking into toast.
“No,” Felix bemoans, even as he gets comfortable, “we can’t keep lying down. We have to leave for your parents’ in…forty minutes and we’re not even dressed yet.”
“We could go in pyjamas and my parents wouldn’t care,” Hyunjin points out. He shoves his nose into Felix’s hair and inhales, squirming when Felix digs fingers into his sides in playful retaliation. “But I suppose it’s time to get ready, huh?”
Felix peers up at him, a hand on his chest to stop him from fully getting up.
“...Five more minutes.”
Grinning, Hyunjin settles back down. Five minutes will probably end up being fifteen, but even if they’re a little late to Christmas lunch, who cares?
They end up being half an hour late, which isn’t too bad considering that they ended up falling asleep on the couch for just as long. There was a whole lot of bumping into each other in the mad rush to get ready, but they did not forget to eat their cookies and drink their milk, and traffic was kind enough to them (for the most part).
Christmas lunch is lovely, the deliciousness of homemade food topped off with Hyunjin’s mother tearing up when he informs her of his not-so-secret plans to put a ring on the blond boy who has his heart.
“Remember to tell me the dates,” she whispers, bottom lip all wobbly. “We have to get flight tickets before they sell out.”
As he watches her dab at her eyes with the edge of her sleeve, Hyunjin tells himself that she doesn’t have to know about the ring currently kept warm in his pocket. He’d brought it along on a whim this morning, completely by impulse, and its presence is oddly comforting.
Hyunjin is constantly aware of it, like it weighs more than the few grams it does. It’s a good weight though, much like a weighted blanket in the wintertime.
He feels it in his pocket throughout the time spent at his childhood home, even during an absolutely chaotic game of Overcooked with his befuddled parents. Kkami, who has claimed Felix’s lap as his own ever since the game started, keeps shooting him knowing looks that Hyunjin tries to ignore – pray tell, why does he feel so seen by his rascal of a dog?
It’s nearly dinnertime when Hyunjin regrettably calls an end to the shenanigans. His father has gotten quite into the groove of things and is visibly upset when the game’s main menu flashes up on the screen instead of the next stage, and Hyunjin bites back a laugh when he catches sight of his mother’s relieved expression.
(Honestly, if it wasn’t for their dinner reservation, he would stay and play a few more hours.)
They leave after a round of hugs and a promise to drop by tomorrow to pick up some leftovers, then they’re on their way to their favourite Chinese restaurant. Chinese for Christmas dinner – yet another tradition.
Hyunjin thinks he could do a lifetime of traditions with the person by his side.
After dinner, with their bellies full and accompanied by a backdrop of violet, they stop by the same park that they’ve christened with snow angels. Felix, curious to see if their angels are somehow (miraculously) still there, pulls Hyunjin along until they get to the patch of snow.
As expected, the once-pristine snow is now anything but. Most of the snow has been stepped on, but –
“Hey, that’s the edge of your wing!”
Hyunjin drinks in the simple happiness on Felix’s face and nearly drops to one knee right then and there. Instead, he moves to where the tip of his snow angel’s wing lies and gathers up a handful of snow.
Felix doesn’t notice, too distracted by a group of dogs passing by with their dog walker, and Hyunjin fights past the sharp coldness of the snow in an attempt to get the heart completed as quickly as possible.
He fumbles for the ring in his pocket, numb fingertips failing to grab onto it a few times, and fumbles even more when it comes to pushing it into the snow heart. But he manages, even if the heart is a little wonky, and when Felix returns to his side gushing about puppies, he holds the heart out to him.
“Aw, you made me a heart?”
Felix takes it from him with one hand, the other curling around Hyunjin’s frozen palm.
“Break it open,” Hyunjin says, heart thudding away in the confines of his ribcage.
“What?” Felix blinks at him. “Break the heart?”
Okay, in hindsight, maybe this was not the best idea concept-wise. But he can’t turn the clock back now.
“Yeah, if you don’t want to break it, you can smush it.”
“But I don’t want to smush your heart either.”
Hyunjin could sob right now. “Please?”
Felix’s bottom lip juts out, albeit playfully, and he does as he’s asked. Snow is forced through the gaps between his fingers, small chunks falling to the ground like snowfall all over again, and when Felix unfurls his fingers, there it sits.
“It fits your ring finger,” Hyunjin says softly. “I made extra sure.”
A platinum band, ringed with tiny diamonds. He really did make extra sure that it fit Felix’s finger; he’d measured it with a piece of string when Felix was deep asleep one night, and as insurance, brought one of Felix’s rings to the jeweller’s.
“I had a whole thing planned out,” Hyunjin continues. At eye-level is the crown of Felix’s head, Felix himself still staring at the ring nestled in his palm. “Was going to bring you to the Namsan Tower, then to that ice cream place we went to for our first date, then to this escape room where I’d hide the ring –”
“I don’t want any of that,” Felix interrupts. His fingers are turning pink from the cold, and the snow has all but melted off his hand. “I want this.”
He looks up at Hyunjin then, eyes glossy and smile wide. “I want exactly this, us right here in this park, surrounded by day-old snow and the sounds of the city. I want –” He sniffs, swallows, closes his fingers over the ring again. “I want your melting snow heart in my hand, the most perfect ring in my palm, and your mouth on mine.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin utters, and hurries to fulfill the last part of Felix’s wishes.
Felix’s fist presses cold against Hyunjin’s nape, and he kisses Hyunjin hard enough to draw blood. But it doesn’t hurt, the sting serving as proof that this is happening and that Felix isn’t saying no.
He breaks the kiss only to rest their foreheads together, fingers worming their way into the crisp strands of Felix’s hair.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Felix exhales. Their noses bump and Felix tilts his head to steal another kiss. “Yeah, god.”
Felix steps as far back as Hyunjin’s hold on him will allow. He holds out both hands, one palm down and the other palm up. Hyunjin gets the hint, and it’s with trembling fingers (out of emotions or the cold, who knows?) that he slides the ring onto Felix’s ring finger.
“We should go home right now.”
Felix’s gaze is trained on the glinting diamonds, but he speaks so certainly that there’s no doubt he means every word he just uttered. So Hyunjin turns towards the direction of their apartment and takes Felix’s hand in his. The line of the ring presses against the bones on the insides of his fingers, and it dawns on him that it’s a sensation he has forever to get used to.
They cut through the park, past dozens of unaware strangers who have unintentionally been a part of one of the best moments of their lives. Felix’s face is aglow with all the love Hyunjin knows he’s about to be flooded with once they step through the front door, and he’s pretty sure he’s sporting an identical expression.
“Yongbok-ah.”
“Hm?”
“Merry Christmas.”
Felix’s laughter bounces happily around inside Hyunjin’s head all the way back home.