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Part 1 of Christmas With Jin Cheonhee (2024)
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2024-12-13
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Cold Hands And Warm Hearts

Summary:

Jin Cheonhee thinks his Master's hands are too cold.

Jaegal Lin savors the feeling of his beloved disciple worrying about him.

Notes:

Written for the #12daysofchristmas prompt on tumblr.

Prompt #1:
❄️ First snow
❄️ Getting soaked
❄️ “Your hands are so cold.”
❄️ “I suppose it all started with the snow.” —Frosty the Snowman

Work Text:

“Master, your hands are so cold,” Jin Cheonhee muttered, a frown etched on his face. Jaegal Lin watched as his beloved disciple let go of his hands, frowning at the sudden loss of heat. The two of them were currently in Jin Cheonhee’s room, Jaegal Lin sitting on a chair as Jin Cheonhee rummaged through his wardrobe.

“Hee, what are you looking for?” Jaegal Lin asked, watching the small figure of the “little white dragon” scurry around the room.

As he watched Cheonhee, Jaegal Lin felt a warmth spreading through his chest and touched his face absentmindedly. His hands… didn’t feel cold.

How strange.

The White Dragon Godly Doctor had seen many things. He had seen blood paint the walls red, he had seen brothers and sisters kill each other for measly treasures — he had seen countless people die. He thought his heart had gone numb.

But now, seeing his disciple so worried about him — Jaegal Lin felt like floating.

He never thought he would have a disciple. Hell, he never even thought he would live this long. Whenever he met other sect leaders who boasted about their disciples and faked being sick just to get their attention… He used to scoff at their antics…

But now?

Jaegal Lin wanted to laugh.

He didn’t even need to pretend to be sick. He was already sick, and Cheonhee worrying about him? It was a delicious feeling.

“Found it!” Jaegal Lin watches as Jin Cheonhee emerges from a pile of winter clothes, holding something white in his hands.

“Master, hurry put it on,” Cheonhee says, stuffing something into his hands.

Jaegal Lin examines the object and strokes the fur, noting how even the sewing is. Clearly whoever made this knows how to sew… Well, perhaps a few sides are a little crooked, but…

“It’s a hand warmer, Master!”

His eyes widen slightly and he unconsciously grips the fur tighter.

“Did you make this?” He asks.

“Ah… yes. How did you know?” Cheonhee’s face is adorable, and Jaegal Lin places his hand on top of his disciple’s head, stroking slightly.

“Haha, thank you, Hee. I will make sure to use it well.”

“Master…” Jin Cheonhee’s eyes are as bright as stars, and at this moment, Jaegal Lin can’t help but feel happy to be alive.

He puts one hand in the hand warmer, smiling slightly as he continues to pat Cheonhee’s head. Sometimes he hopes Cheonhee will stay this short, so that he can always pat his disciple’s head.

Jaegal Lin is always perceptive, so the moment he senses his little dragon frowning, he’s quick to ask what’s wrong.

“Master,” Cheonhee places his hand on top of his head, right on Jaegal Lin’s hand.

“Your hand is really cold, Master. Even my head is becoming cold,” he says.

Jaegal Lin feels his heart drop slightly. He had never cared about his cold hands before. In any case, it wasn’t like he was touching others with it. But hearing his treasured disciple complain about his cold hand like this…

Perhaps Cheonhee didn’t like head pats from a man as cold as him….

“Is Master’s hand too cold for you, Hee?” He asks, attempting to withdraw his hand gently.

However, Cheonhee grabs his hand, leaving it on his head.

“No, Master…” Cheonhee turns his face to the side, biting his lips, and Jaegal Lin feels a twinge of curiosity.

“Oh?”

“…Actually, the feeling of you cold hand on top of my head… It’s comforting,” Jin Cheonhee mumbles with a voice almost too soft to be heard.

The keyword? Almost.

Jaegal Lin is a martial practitioner and he can hear the sound of an arrow whistling through the wind from miles away. How could he not hear what his disciple was saying?

Jaegal Lin lets out small laugh and starts stroking Cheonhee’s hair again, resting his hand on the small head calmly.

“But I’m worried about you, Master. It’s better for you to stay warm,” Cheonhee says, pouting slightly.

Jaegal Lin understands what he means immediately.

As much as I like having your cold hand on my head, I’m worried about you… I want you to stay warm.

“Don’t worry, Hee,” Jaegal Lin’s smile grows wider.

“I’m already warm.”

 

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