“Babe… it’s snowing.”

Jungkook’s voice is still husky with sleep as he stands at the window, hair messy, eyes fixed on the slow dance of snowflakes outside. The world beyond the glass is blanketed in white, the streets already swallowed under a thick quilt of snow.

You peel yourself away from the warmth of the sheets and pad over to him, slipping your arms around his waist just as his phone buzzes in his hand.

“School’s closed today,” he murmurs, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Minjun’s going to lose his mind.”

Right on cue, your son’s excited squeal bursts through the wall: “Sunhi, look! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!”

And just like that, the day is written for you—hot chocolate mugs steaming in your hands, snowball fights echoing with laughter, a lopsided snowman in the yard, and the promise of sledges carving tracks down white hills.