GOT7 / Their S/O is always cold
Request: Can I ask for Got7 reaction to their S/O having really cold hands and feet or more of a like their S/O gets cold very easily? I know it’s a very typical one but I really wanna see how you will approach this. Thank you 💛
thank you @eve976 for this request! I hope you enjoy!! 💕
WARNING: there’s a whole lot of fluff
Mark knew your hands got cold easily, which is why you had to wear gloves every day unless it was really hot outside. Mark may have even known this better than you because you tended to always leave your gloves at home whenever you went out. And although he wasn’t there to physically see you forget your gloves, he just knew you did.
Which is why, every morning you were greeted by the same exact text message from him.
“Good morning, love. It’s cold out (but then again, it’s always cold for you 😜 ) so please don’t forget to dress warmly. And wear a scarf. And don’t forget your gloves. I love you!”
At first, you kept replying, “ok mom 😂” to texts like that, feeling like he was scolding you like a child. But later you got used to it. And if some days Mark forgot or simply didn’t have the time to send a text like that, you’d realize how truly important those texts were.
A few hours later, he would always call, apologizing.
“Where are you?” he would ask. “You forgot your gloves, didn’t you?”
“Um, kind of,” you’d reply awkwardly.
“Okay, stay where you are,” Mark would say, feeling as if it was his fault he didn’t remind you. “I’ll be right there with your gloves and a hot beverage.”
Whenever you were sleeping, you tended to unconsciously hog all of the blankets and wrap yourself in them so you wouldn’t be cold. The first few times this happened, Jaebum was genuinely amused, even if he had to stay under a thin sheet the whole night. The next few times, however, he tried to be smart about this, and once you fell asleep in the mountain of blankets, he went out of the bed and got himself an extra blanket from the closet… only, a few hours later, you pulled that off of him, too.
Finally, not wanting to freeze himself, he came up with a different idea. Right when you were about to fall asleep and start stealing the blankets, he wrapped himself around you tightly, waking you up in the process.
“Jesus Christ, Jaebum, what are you doing?” you gasped.
“I’m warming you up,” he said, snuggling into your back and using one of his hands to throw the blankets on top of you both. “Fair warning though, I’m not letting you go until the morning.”
And he wasn’t kidding. For the first time in your life, instead of shivering once you opened your eyes, you woke up sweating and almost suffocating from the warmth of the blankets on you, and Jaebum’s body next to yours. And you had to admit, waking up like this was so much better than unwrapping yourself from the blanket burrito that you made at night, and still feeling cold.
You were 80% convinced that Jackson never felt cold. Whenever you were out in cold weather and you realized your jacket wasn’t warm enough, he was ready to take off his own jacket and give it to you, even if it meant that he’d be stuck walking in short sleeves in winter. And he didn’t seem to care about that in the slightest.
“You’ll catch a cold,” you told him when he started to unzip his jacket to give it to you.
“Fantastic,” Jackson replied with a smirk.
“How is you being sick fantastic?” you asked, confused, as he took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders, despite your protests.
“Because you’ll be there taking care of me the whole time,” he replied. “And having you around me 24/7 is really all I want in life.”
“You don’t have to be sick in order for that to happen,” you said, quietly.
Jackson smiled widely, and placed a hand on your shoulders, bringing you closer to him as the two of you made your way home.
“I love you,” he said. “And I would rather catch a cold myself than watch you get sick.”
“How about none of us catch a cold?” you suggested.
“That does sound fun,” Jackson agreed.
You laughed. “Let’s jog home.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Y/n, you hate running.”
“I hate seeing you wear just a t-shirt in this weather more,” you said, already walking at a faster pace and dragging him with you. “Come on.”
Shaking his head with a smile and quickly catching up to you so he could give you a quick kiss, Jackson agreed with your idea, and soon enough, the two of you were running down the city, laughing loudly, like a pair of lunatics.
He loved holding your hands. It started even before you were dating. Actually, you could recall him already holding your hand the first time you met, at the backstage of his concert. He had accidentally touched you and jumped away at the feeling of your cold skin.
“Are you cold?” he had asked, grabbing your hand to check again. “Okay, you definitely are.”
“Sorry, my hands just tend to always be cold,” you replied awkwardly, while he held your hand between his tighter.
“That must suck,” he said. “Do you have anyone to warm them for you?”
Seeing through his subtlety, you smiled at him, feeling your cheeks turn red. “No.”
“Okay,” he nodded, secretly pleased with your answer. “Let’s go get you some coffee to warm you up even more.”
And he held hands with you all the way to the café on the first floor of the venue that they were performing in. He didn’t even let it go while he bought the hot beverages for you guys. And he didn’t let it go when you sat down at the table, at the very corner of the café, to drink them.
And two years later, he still hadn’t let go. Ironically, the two of you were sitting in the same exact café, paper cups of coffee in front of you both, and your hands – as always – in his.
“What were you thinking about?” Jinyoung asked, noticing the dreamy expression on your face.
“I just remembered how we met,” you admitted.
Jinyoung looked away for a moment, remembering the moment, too.
“We were here, weren’t we?” he asked then, a smile spreading across his face. “I still remember holding your hand for the first time. I think, as soon as I touched you, I knew I wanted to be the one to always warm you up.”
“You’ve been very successful at that,” you told him, smiling, too.
Jinyoung squeezed your hand. “And I intend to keep on being successful.”
The fact that you got cold easily was the perfect excuse for him to cuddle you whenever he felt like it.
And it didn’t matter that it was summer and you’ve only mumbled, “wow, the AC is definitely on in this room” under your breath, indicating that you were a little bit uncomfortable in this well-ventilated room. Youngjae, however, took this as a sign that you were cold, and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you off guard.
“What are you—” you started but then realized and laughed softly. “I’m not that cold, Jae. You should go back to the guys.”
“And risk you catching a cold?” Youngjae answered, resting his head on your shoulder. “No way. That’s against the law.”
You laughed again. “What law?”
“The law that says that my job, as your boyfriend, is to protect you and keep you warm at all times,” he answered.
“So, you’re basically a blanket?”
Youngjae laughed. “Yeah, I guess I’m your blanket.”
He was really concerned when you got cold. And you tended to get cold a lot. If during the first few months of dating, BamBam didn’t realize that, he learned that about you later. So, every time before going out with you, he’d stop to look at what you were wearing.
“You look beautiful,” he’d say, as always. “But please grab a sweater, just in case, okay?”
“Babe, it’s twenty degrees,” you replied. “I’ll be hot.”
“First of all, you are hot,” he said with a smirk. “Second of all, no excuses. It might be cold for you in the restaurant. And I’m not telling you to put it on, just bring it with you.”
“Fine,” you sighed, heading back to your room to quickly pick out a sweater.
And (un)surprisingly, BamBam was right. It was cold in the restaurant. You felt your skin start to shiver within the first few minutes inside.
When you grabbed the sweater from the back of your chair, BamBam became concerned again.
“You’re cold?” he leaned in closer to you to whisper.
“Yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m putting the sweater on.”
“I can ask the manager to turn the AC off,” BamBam told you with a straight face.
You laughed quietly. “You can’t turn the AC off in the whole restaurant just because I’m cold.”
BamBam looked at you as if you had just told him that the Earth was flat.
“I can do anything for you,” he said matter-of-factly.
You watched him for a few seconds, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. “I love you.”
“I love you t—”
“Oh, for the love of God,” Jinyoung’s voice interrupted you two, and you were forced to turn back to the rest of the group that was having dinner with you. “You do this every time we go out.”
“Do what?” BamBam asked, clueless.
“Get lost in your own world,” Jinyoung explained. “Get all cuddly and cute on us. Bleugh.”
You and BamBam didn’t say anything, just exchanged smiles and carried on with the dinner. Soon enough, you felt his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. He looked at you with the same concern obvious in his eyes. He didn’t ask you anything, but you knew he was wondering if you were okay. You gave him a small nod, and he nodded back before turning to look at the guys again, not removing his hand from your leg.
The first time you shared a bed, Yugyeom gasped when he felt how cold your feet were. When you told him that this happened every time, he didn’t believe you. But later, as your relationship progressed, he realized that you weren’t lying.
Despite not having a high tolerance for cold either, Yugyeom simply couldn’t let you fall asleep until you warmed up.
He would always hug you as tight as he could when you were in bed and entangle your bodies together so that your feet were between his legs. He didn’t release you all through the night and kept placing random kisses on your face and neck until you drifted off.
Eventually, he got so used to sleeping like that, that even in the summer, when the air in the room was hot, he still insisted on holding you and kissing you until you fell asleep.
“Yugyeom, seriously,” you’d tell him, feeling him wrap his arms around you in bed. “I’m not cold.”
“Yes, you are,” he would reply. “Your feet are cold.”
“They always are. I’m used to that.”
“I’m not,” he said, although he was with you for over two years and knew very well that your feet were always cold. “I’ll let you go when I know you’re warm if you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, I just don’t want you to feel the need to stay awake long enough for me to warm up,” you replied.
“But I love doing that,” Yugyeom said, hugging you tighter. “I love knowing that I’m the reason you’re no longer cold.”