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a/n: lil hand holding drabble for my wife @lino-nyangi kisses u

you leave the shower shivering, the cold air of the apartment a sharp contrast to the steamy water you were washed under just a few minutes ago. despite the cozy sweatpants and sweater you put on, you couldn’t stop your fingers and toes from feeling more like icicles than appendages. the pair of fluffy cat socks you put on helps, but your fingers are still so cold.

when you join minho on the couch, you immediately shove your hands under your thighs in an attempt to warm them up. it helps a little, and you sigh as you melt into the cushions, closing your eyes in contentment.

when you open them he’s staring at you, curious eyes blinking back and forth between your face and your hands. you usually cuddle right into him when you sit by him, like he’s a magnet you can’t stay away from. he pretends to be bothered by the skinship, but you know he loves it, especially because he’s looking at you like he’s waiting to have you in his arms right now.

“my hands are freezing,” you offer as an explanation, shrugging and wiggling your hands even further under your legs.

“oh,” he frowns, holding his hands out. “why didn’t you tell me? i’ll warm them up for you.”

your hands fly into his in excitement before your brain can catch up. whenever he initiates physical contact it’s like a treat, you never get tired of it despite it happening on a daily basis.

he envelopes your fingers with his own warm ones, sliding his thumb across your knuckles. you sigh again and slide to the side until your head is pillowed onto his shoulder.

you’re content there for a few minutes, sitting in comfortable silence while he rubs at your hands, until he breaks it.

“are your lips cold?” he asks, leaning into your space a bit. “i can help with that, too.”

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soft hours