"OPPA OH MY GOD IS THIS A SNOWMAN?!" Soohee exclaimed loudly, her silky brunette bangs bouncing up and down as she ran to the plump snowman.

"Haven't you seen a snowman before?" Sighing, her brother Yeonjun asked. He tightened the red scarf around his neck, following after her in this shivering frost.

"Nah uh! We live in Bangladesh, remember!?" She reminded right away about the country which was crossed over by the tropic of cancer, very near the equator.

Yeonjun sighed once again. A normal eight years old child who had never seen snow would definitely walk around with wide doe eyes at this moment. However, the ravenette man had temporarily forgotten that his sister was very extra. And thus, it wasn't only limited to walking around with doe eyes, but also desiring to click pictures with the snowflakes or whatever new thing she spotted, striking every pose the girl knew.

"OPPA CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH IT, PLEASE? IT'S SO SKIBIDI I LOVE IT!!!"

Yeonjun pondered for a moment. The snowman wasn't his, he didn't like these kind of stuffs that much. But, he knew who had built this. It was his next door neighbor Choi Beomgyu, and his friends. Yeonjun and Beomgyu had a nice bond ever since the latter had moved in three months ago, and the ravenette could confirm that even if his sister ended up ruining the snowman while clicking pictures with it, Beomgyu wouldn't budge. Yeonjun had a doubt that Beomgyu might end up liking his sister and then invite her for a tea date and ask her about her plushies' lore.

Now, you may ask, , if he was a conserved introvert, how Yeonjun knew so much about his next door neighbor, that even a male one, in this sort of generation where people literally didn't talk to each other despite sitting face to face.

First of all, Yeonjun was gay. And not just gay, he was the gayest of them all.

Suppose, you were invited to a competition of gays and you thought that you would win the prize of the gayest person by hook or by crooks. But then, Yeonjun pulled up there, and you would be done for. He was that much gay.

Secondly, Beomgyu. Oh yes, Beomgyu. Yeonjun sometimes wondered if that guy was real or did he just spawn to planet earth one day accidentally. Every single thing, every single detail about him drove Yeonjun feral. Basically, that was why he started making communication for the first time with his neighbor.

Beomgyu had neon red locks, a shade which Yeonjun thought was impossible for someone to look good in, which Beomgyu's face card sharply, and pretty rudely denied. His personality was the contrast of what he appeared to be. His siren eyes would always look as if they were inviting you over for a lustful sex. Whereas, right after you would initiate one single piece of conversation with him, his corners of eyes would crinkle into the most precious, and the sweetest shy-like smile.

The next most attractive thing after his frost-melting smile was his fashion sense. Man, the way from time to time Beomgyu spotted him inside the elevator literally made the ravenette want to pin him right there and claim that waist and lips. Did Beomgyu know he had that insane impact on Yeonjun? Or did he willingly love to dress up like that to drive gays like Yeonjun out of their consciousness?

Anyhow, Yeonjun had somehow managed to form a bond with him by initiating small conversations at first, and then inviting him over to play games or watch a movie on boring Saturday eves. And, those charismas seemed to have worked, because now the efforts were coming being returned as well. If that was it, then Yeobjun would take another week to analyze their situation properly, and then just shoot his confession on New Year's day-

"OPPA ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? DIDN'T DAD TELL YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME? WHATCHU THINKIN' ABOUT HUH?" Annoyed, Soohee whined and nudged his dazed brother.

"Huh-?" Yeonjun came to his senses. Oh yeah, he had to click pictures of his 'dear younger sister' until his camera roll would beg him to leave it the fuck alone. Dad's instruction, so couldn't disobey. Like, coming to Korea for the first time, and meeting her brother after a long time didn't mean Soohee could just do whatever she wanted; but Dad would never try to want to understand that!

"Maybe he's thinking about me." A voice said from behind.

Yeonjun's heart missed a beat immediately and he whipped his neck back. Yes, of course he could never mistake Beomgyu's voice. (Yes, the ravenette man knew he probably sounded like a lovesick teenager but it lowkey felt great to have a crush (?) on the red-head because Beomgyu's way of interacting always seemed to refer to something.)

Soohee displayed an irritated face, knitting her brows exaggeratingly. "And you are?"

"The owner of this snowman." Beomgyu smiled and stretched out a hand. He was wearing a cream-colored hoodie which covered half of his red locks, and a dark jacket on top of that. "Choi Beomgyu, Yeonjun's friend." He uttered the last word a bit incoherently and spared the brunette man a swift glace, as though confirming the address.

The girl pressed her lips, pondering, and then looked at her brother. Yeonjun gave her a smiling nod with a light shrug. Soohee's lips slowly stretched into a smile, mirroring the redhead's one, and she fixed her scarf and accepted the hand.

"I'm Choi Soohee. His sister." She indicated the taller one beside her, who was practically thrice her height. "Can I please take a picture with your snowman, Mr. Choi?" She sweet yet professionally asked, cracking both the elders up.

"Yes, Ms. Choi. I, therefore, permit you to click as many as pictures your heart wishes for, with my snowman, as long as you don't mess up the poor guy." Beomgyu answered, laughing.

Yeonjun shouldn't feel jealous of his tiny sister, but he wished he could also make the redhead laugh so effortlessly yet genuinely like Soohee had done. Maybe he was not only an introvert, but also unfunny and too dull to be liked.

However, the ravenette guy didn't know how, but Soohee developed a great friendship with Beomgyu just in a bit of time. The redhead didn't mind it and decided to stick around with the two Choi's for that afternoon. As the sun disappeared under the horizon and the mist started thickening, Yeonjun could be seen under the yellowish streetlights with a tender smile adorning his lips as he watched two of his precious people laughing out loud with each other.

-|YEON for GYU |-

"But, c'mon, can't we at least invite him over for dinner??" Soohee whined and coiled in the passenger's seat of the car.

"No, sweetie. He must've other plans for Christmas. You're spending it with your family, so why won't he?" Soohee's Dad reasoned from the backseat.

The brunette haired girl formed a huge pout with her lips and fell quiet. They were all in Yeonjun's red Sedan, driving back home. It was Christmas afternoon and all of them had been outside to stroll around the town and explore the lighting. Soohee was very enthusiastic finding the calm city twinkle with warm shaded lights.

However, not after five minutes passed after all of them reached Yeonjun's apartment and settled down, the doorbell shrieked. As Yeonjun's grandma motioned to proceed towards the door, Soohee bounced up from the couch immediately, her candle of hope burning. As she ran to the main door, she hit the Christmas tree on her way and one bell fell from it, but who cared? She opened the door with a jolt.

"Hey. Soohee." Beomgyu's eyebrow danced a little, cold wind gushing into the house through his sides.

The brunette lass didn't mind the chills although. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE HERE??!! OPPA SAID YOU HAD PLANS FOR TONIGHT, BEOMGYU?" She practically shrieked, all her pearls full on display.

"Nah they got cancelled last moment, sweetie." He ruffled her hair gently with his frozen finger covered with a pair of mittens, and before he could hand her the chocolate and red striped box, he looked behind Soohee's head, at her brother. "Hey, Yeon. I baked some cookies earlier today so I thought I should give y'all some, too." He walked inside and shut the door.

Okay, that definitely didn't move something inside the flabbergasted rabenette. The temparature was probably one or two degrees lower now in the living room because of the chills that whooshed in through the door, but Yeonjun, however, could still feel something warm blooming inside him.

The way Beomgyu smiled.

Oh, his smile.

That thing never failed to make butterflies flutter around inside his stomach. Why was he not confessing, again?

"YAY THANK YOU JUNNIE!" Soohee vigorously exclaimed, proceeding to wrap her little arms around the much taller male's hips.

"Soohee, call him oppa. He's even elder than me." Yeonjun sternly scolded, which the redhead responded to with his harmonious giggles.

"Then you should call me hyung too, no Yeon?" Running fingers through the girl's brunette hair, he gave his brows a little wiggle.

"No. I never saw Dad calling Mom noona or something, Beomgyu." Yeonjun initiated a firm eye contact with him.

The elder's fingers halted for a fraction of second, and then his face flushed with heat. He covered it up quickly though. "So, uhm.. where's Gramma and Mr.Choi?" He looked at Soohee, pulling away from the other man's piercing gaze. The younger chuckled to himself at the flustered redhead and just decided to leave the topic be.

-|YEON for GYU|-

"Thank you, my child." Yeonjun's Grandmother gave Beomgyu a dazzling smile. "You should stay and teach me how you baked those vanilla cookies of yours." She joked.

"Hehe, my pleasure. You should teach me the recipe of your brownies as well. Yeonjun talks about them a lot." Beomgyu spoke, mirroring the curve on her lips.

"He talks?" Yeonjun's father cocked a brow a bit dramatically. "Guess my son's improving."

"Yes, Sir." The redhead chuckled covering his mouth. "The last time we were playing video games, he was yapping on why I should watch Marvel movies." He bit his lips to hold back the laughter as Yeonjun sneakily sent him daggers through his eyes.

"He was doing what?" Mr. Choi asked.

Soohee, even with a mouthful of cookies, looked up from her iPad with a jerk. "Oppo wos yoppin', Dwad. (Oppa was yappin', Dad)" She tried to say with bright eyes.

Beomgyu and Mrs. Choi giggled in unison. "Yapping is like he was talking extra fast with like bright eyes, you know. It was like he was ready to slam me against the floor if I'd said that I didn't wanna watch it."

As the conversation went on between the two senior citizen and Beomgyu, Yeonjun only kept stealing glances of the redhead. Like, how could he not?? Beomgyu would talk about him with baby pink coating his cheeks, and let out giggles that costed more than a trillion dollars. From time to time, Yeobjun would even catch him tucking his stray bangs behind his ear while catching a swift glimpse of the ravenette.

Does he feel just like I do? Why he lookin' at me like I'm his boyfriend?

Quite a while later, Yeonjun's father took his daughter to tuck in, and then headed to bed himself; and so did his Grandmother. Beomgyu stayed because the two elders requested him to. They had their reasons that Beomgyu should spend the night over at Yeonjun's; they were next-door neighbors anyway.

Thus, it was only Yeonjun left on top of the dark red couch while scrolling through his phone, and Beomgyu, intently staring at the picture of Yeonjun from his senior year in High School which was hanging in the living room wall. As the last light in the elders' rooms were blown out, the ravenette immediately put his phone down.

"Hey."

Beomgyu smiled with pressed lips, yet genuineness. "Hi. So, I am spending the night here, na?"

"I think so."

"So, where am I sleeping?"

"Under my blanket."

"Where are you sleeping?"

"Under my blanket."

"How big is your blanket that it'd cover me on bed and you on floor?" Beomgyu teased.

"It's dying cold. Are you seriously doing that to me? I thought we were friends?" Yeonjun's eyes were supposed to carry the dramaticness, but they radiated desire instead.

The redhead looked away. "So you think we're friends?" A pursed his lips a little, his back leaning against the couch.

"No. I think we're more than that. Hell of a lot more than that, right Beomgyu?" Yeonjun scooted a little toward the elder.

"I knew it!" Beomgyu's eyes brightened only in a matter of one second. "I knew we both thought that we're mega best friends!"

Yeonjun surely wanted to make sure the sigh of disappointment he was going to heave was going to be low, but the level of disappointment was too high for the sigh to be that invisible. "And? What do mega best friends do?" He scooted more to his right, toward the next couch where Beomgyu was.

The elder nibbled on his lips with a little smirk. "They store an extra cookie for their partner." He said and pulled out a spare cookie from God knew where. The ravenette's eyes widened, his insides fluttering. "I know you love my cookies, don't you, Yeon?"

Yeonjun would have strangled if it was anybody other than Beomgyu using that tone on him. From the redhead, he did not like it, and would not certainly crave to hear it more from onwards. "When'd you hide that?"

"Before your sister took the box from me. I kinda knew she was going to have it all. Not like I'm blaming her, she's a kid and I'm a master chef." He made a narcissist face. "So, I decided to save one for you, because as your mega best friend, I think I do know you." Beomgyu explained with sparkly eyes.

Yeonjun glimpsed down at his lap with warmth tightening in his chest, and looked back up. "Thanks." He muttered, suppressing the intention of pulling the elder by his waist and caressing his lips with the tip of his thumb.

"For you, I will." Beomgyu teased, chuckling as he tried to shoot a wink, but failed miserably.

"Yeah yeah." The younger got up and walked towards him, placing himself down beside the redhead. "Gimme that now." He took it, and then paused for a second. "Do you want some, Beomie?" Clever usage of words, at the right time, for sure. Yeonjun portrayed an innocent face as though he hadn't just spit out the nickname, for the very first time, intentionally. He held the cookie up to the redhead's mouth.

Beomgyu, literally trembling from his insides, swallowed a bit while maintaining the eye contact. "T-thanks." He breathed shakily and took a little bite. The petname had casted some magic on him that he just gave in to whatever the brunette had said, and would say.

Yeonjun shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth, and started to swallow. He was internally enjoying the way Beomgyu seemed to have been stuck in a maze. However, as he gulped the food down, he went for it again. "There are bits of it left on your face, Beomie." He spoke while pointing at his plumps.

"Oh, is there?" Beomgyu quickly went to brush the bits off with his index and thumb, but how could he brush the bits off when there were none of them?

The younger proceeded towards his lips in an instant with his thumb, and gently gave a caress. And, as he did so, his and Beomgyu's finger touched each other for a split second. Why were they frozen, what the hell? "Yeah, it's gone now."

The elder flushed red once again, his ears matching the shade of his locks almost literally. "T-thanks."

"For you, I will." Unlike Beomgyu, Yeonjun successfully shot his wink, which had even more effect because of their close proximity. "By the way, why are your hands so cold?"

"I dunno, they're mostly cold. I don't like how they're always like that." Beomgyu mumbled.

Yeonjun gently moved, giving the elder time to process what he was aiming for, and with the laziest pace, took Beomgyu's hands into his. "Do they feel better now?"

Beomgyu bit his lips, blushing like an idiot. "T-they do. Thank y-you, Yeon." He looked up with the intention of holding an eye contact, but Yeonjun's gaze, for some reason, was too sharp for him to hold onto it. "S-stop looking at me like that."

"Like what, Beomie?" The younger wrapped his larger palms around the smaller hands of the redhead, and then leaned back onto the couch. He scooted even more toward Beomgyu, although there was only a bare minimum space left between. He made sure their shoulders was right next to each other, touching.

"I d-don't know. Just don't look at me." Beomgyu said, enjoying the warmth. He snuggled to the younger's side, sleep filling into his exhausted figure. Last few nights had been hectic. He had only been getting four hours of sleep.

"And you still say we're just friends?" Yeonjun whispered lowly, his voice above a whisper, but the elder caught each and every word.

"I said we're mega best friends, Yeon." He mumbled with a teasing smile, yawning as he suddenly felt sleepier than ever. Without knowing of his actions, and how much meaning they might carry, he nuzzled his nose into the brunette's shoulders, breathing in the masculine scent.

Yeonjun felt fuzzy inside. It tickled the way Beomgyu was very obviously smelling him, and the boy wanted to at least make some movement as it was tickling. But, the redhead seemed to be enjoying it.

Wait-

Did Yeonjun spray deodorant today? When was the last time he had showered, again???

Lord damn it, if he only had known, he would have showered thrice since today morning. Screw the frost.

Beomgyu's breath was rising tickling sensations over his skin. And, by the way the elder was breathing in such a synchronized way, Yeonjun could tell he was almost asleep over his shoulders. But what could he say? He himself felt like home to have been wrapped in Beomgyu's peach scent.

Yeonjun captured both of the elder's palms into his one hand, and moved the other up to Beomgyu's head. As the elder nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, he, still hesitating a bit, started to pet his hair nonetheless. He wasn't the best at showing affection, but Yeonjun would try to make sure Beomgyu noticed the tender feelings of his.

He softly ran his fingers through Beomgyu's gentle, red locks, closing his own eyes while leaning his head back. He could feel a euphoric bliss filling up the void in him. He felt so lightheaded, so carefree.

At that very moment, all he could feel was Beomgyu, all he could sense was Beomgyu, all he could breath in was Beomgyu, all he was living for was Beomgyu, and all he had even owned belonged to Beomgyu. At that very moment, Yeonjun could just feel it; the very sensation that his soul didn't belong to him anymore. It belonged to Beomgyu. He, himself, belonged to Beomgyu now. And, while earnestly hoping it was the same way with the elder, Choi Yeonjun passed out into the most peaceful slumber he had had in the last ten years.

-|YEON for GYU|-

"DADDY COME WITH US NAHHH~" Soohee whined, shaking her father's arm violently. Poor lass was too enthusiastic to watch the fireworks at today midnight. Yes, five days went away in the blink of an eye. It was the 31st's night tonight, and therefore, fireworks.

Soohee was crazy about watching fireworks. But, obviously now that her father wasn't the only one to have to take the responsibility of taking her to the rooftop at midnight, Yeonjun got trapped. However, what made the trap worth falling for was, Soohee requested Beomgyu to tag along, and Beomgyu complied without any denial.

"No, baby. Yeonjun and Beomgyu oppa are going, so where's the problem?"

"BUT-"

"Listen, I know that my girl understands a lot, doesn't she? So, let the oppas have their time for tonight, okay? They can't be as free as they're around you when I join all of you." Mr.Choi reasoned softly.

Soohee puffed her lips. "So, are Yeonjun oppa and Beomgyu oppa boyfriends, then?"

"How can I tell that, sweetie? They might be, they might not." The man affectionately said while his fingers grazed through his daughter's brunette bangs. "Just let them have this night all to them, okay? Just watch the fireworks and then get downstairs to sleep, without bothering them. Promise?" He held up his pinky.

Soohee puckered her lips even more. She pondered for a few more seconds before joining her pinky with her father's. "Promise. But, only for today. I can't live without bothering Oppas, Daddy."

-|YEON for GYU|-

"Don't you think Soohee's taking to long to come to the rooftop?" Beomgyu asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Yes. Are you cold, by any chance?" Yeonjun gave literally no damn about his sister. She better leave them alone. He was going to get his man by hooks or by crooks tonight, which couldn't be properly done with Soohee's loud presence.

"How does the question make sense? I'm literally rubbing my palms, Yeon!" Beomgyu huffed.

The younger took one step closer, and with a jerk, pulled Beomgyu into his arms by his waist. He snaked both his arms around the redhead's torso to the front, and took his smaller palms into his larger ones. "Better now?"

The ravenette had been daring to be pretty bold after the Christmas night-stay, and not once had he been returned with a negative response. It only fed Yeonjun's confidence, which led to the boldness increasing bit by bit to this.

Beomgyu found himself fitting perfectly into the younger's arms. When was the last time he had felt this secure and protected? And when was the last time someone had cared about him like Yeonjun had been doing? Beomgyu, quite frankly, couldn't remember.

"Much better." He whispered, leaning against the taller's chest with pink-dusted cheeks.

"OMG WHAT YOU TWO DOING? EW STUFF??!!" Soohee screamed on top of her lungs, and as the two men jerked away from each other, her father's words echoed into her ears. "Hehehe sorryyyy! I didn't mean to scream like that! Please continue!" She covered her eyes with both her palms, turning around.

Beomgyu and Yeonjun shared a swift look. "Children are a wee bit too advanced these days. Stop the drama, you brat. The sparkly fire is gonna start anytime soon." The ravenette man scoldingly spoke.

The next two minutes passed quite effortlessly as Soohee was totally opposite of her brother- extroverted, which y'all have already guessed by now. The time for countdown arrived.

"And there we go!" Beomgyu shouted to Soohee as a starter, grinning bigly. "TEN! NINE! EIGHT!"

Yeonjun didn't went along with them. He only stared- dazed, mesmerized, flabbergasted, astonished-

"-SEVEN!"

How could someone be this surreal? Beomgyu must have been the son of Aphrodite-

"-SIX! FIVE!" The two other yelled equal loudly in sync, laughing and giggling with intense delight.

Yeonjun felt like the time around him was stopping. Everything was blurred out his vision, everyone was filtered out of his senses. The only person he could focus on was Beomgyu, laughing aloud like a toddler who only knew happiness-

"-FOUR! THREE!"

Okay, Yeonjun knew he was staring. He was nicely aware that he had been staring, and he should look away before Beomgyu looked back at him. However, Yeonjun couldn't win against the urge of peeling his gaze away-

"-TWO! ONE!"

As the fireworks started exploding the sky, it was only Soohee's voice which shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" on top of her lungs.

Yeonjun wanted to mumble it under his breath too, but before he could process anything, an arm around his waist pulled him closer in his dazed state and the next second, what he knew was a pair of lips.

A pair of warm lips.

Moving.

Gently.

Delicately.

Two arms.

Wrapping themselves around his torso as the movements of the lips developed an intimate depth.

It really felt like time itself has stopped. He and Beomgyu were stuck in it, their lips connected in something they both most certainly felt mutually.

Yeonjun was too flabbergasted and bewildered to even kiss back at that moment.

Beomgyu pulled away the next second, and cupped his jawline softly. "Happy New Year, Yeonjun."

His eyes were glittering with warm tenderness, so warm that even though being stuck in a freezing night of January, Yeonjun could feel the maddening twists and turns inside his chest. His heart was a mayhem, and he loved it. Especially because, Beomgyu was the reason behind it all.

Yeonjun didn't respond and held a strong eye contact for two seconds, before roughly lunging forward and pinning Beomgyu against the nearest wall. One hand on his waist, feeling it, and one hand behind his nape, he savored and nibbled carefully over the pink plumps. The kiss initiated the words- "I'm only yours and you're only mine."

After a passionate kiss of intense intimacy and unspeakable bonds and promises, Yeonjun pulled apart, breathing heavily. His hands were now resting on both the sides of Beomgyu's slim waist covered in layers of clothes.

"Happy New Year, Beomie, baby." Smiling witb adoration, he tucked a strand of red hair behind the elder's ear under his hoodie. "Are we still mega best friends?"

Beomgyu's face caught tint at the usage of two pet names at once. However, he decided to muster up all of his impudence and courage and go for it. "No" He glanced down, and then with a small exhale, forced himself to look up right in to the younger's eyes. "I like you so bad, Yeonjun. I've been liking you since we started talking. Would you be my boyfriend, please?" He wrapped both his arms around the younger's nape.

Yeonjun, having shocks after shocks, had his jaw fallen open for a second. He closed the gap quickly although, and caressed the redhead's flushed cheek with his thumb ever-so-gently. "Yes. Hell, yes!" He broke into a huge grin, his cheeks turning pinkish as well. "I like you so bad too, baby. Damn, I'm in love with you, practically!"

"You-you do?" Beomgyu asked with widened eyes, sliding his cold fingers into the gap of Yeonjun's hood, and ran them over the younger's warm, bare skin.

Yeonjun shivered, softly kissing the elder's high cheekbone. "I do." He confirmed, and kissed the same spot once again.

"I love you too, Yeonjun." Beomgyu's voice trembled as he leaned in to each tender touch of the ravenette. "Could you, please, say that a-again?"

"I can say it a thousand times for you, my precious." Yeonjun kissed his forehead this time. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you a hundred times, Beomie." He kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I love you too, Yeonjun." Beomgyu nuzzled into the ravenette's chest. "I've never been said to 'I love you' after mum died, you know?" He basked into the warmth, his voice muffled.

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around him securely. "I'll make sure you get sick them, pretty baby. I love you so much. Let's get downstairs, shall we?" He offered softly.

"Yes." More clingy than ever, Beomgyu responded with a cute pucker.

The two men, on a freezing night, found the source of irresistible warmth in each other. No season lasted forever, but maybe if Yeonjun and Beomgyu went for it hard enough, they could draw the curves of their own eternity- a world where the world itself had frosted both their hearts, and then made it melt again by the arrive of joyful spring.

Maybe this year was the start to something better, something new, and something nicer. And, no matter how many seasons passed or how many times their hearts turned into a feelingless void, or a pile of frosted feelings, this night of New Year would always stay engraved there deeply.

In this sweater weather, Yeonjun could call Beomgyu his blue spring, and Beomgyu could call Yeonjun his source of everlasting warmth.

[Apologizing bcz I think this sounds a bit incoherent and very much unlike me. Not so cutesy, not so demure. But I'm happy that Ive published this cz I had this idea up my ass for so long and couldn't even function properly without having it written. However, thanks to whoever read it till this. Now, dropping a vote is all up to ur choice]