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the whole city is covered in snow, making everything seem whiter than usual. there’s not much people outside, and the ones seen on the streets are rushing to get some place warm. and yet yoongi is standing on the sidewalk.
yoongi, who hates the cold more than the idea of not having coffee, shouldn’t be outside because a) it’s freezing, b) it’s freezing, and c) it’s fucking freezing. except he is. wearing at least two different colored coats, a bright pink beanie, and a thick scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth.
“hyung, do you think this snowman is big enough or should i make it even bigger?”
ah, there it is. the sole reason why yoongi is suffering on this cold december night: kim taehyung.
it’s not like that though; taehyung didn’t force yoongi to come outside and watch him build a snowman. he just – wanted to watch taehyung make one, as cheesy as it sounds. plus he figured taehyung would enjoy it more if he had someone to talk to; he’s soft for his boyfriend, fucking sue him.
“i think any size is okay, taehyung-ah.” yoongi sighs, his nose scrunching as a snowflake drops on the tip of his nose.
taehyung takes a good look at his snowman, arms crossed before he decides that yes, the size of his snowman is okay, and nods to himself.
“true, i was thinking of making it hyung-sized but that’ll take longer to build and i don’t want you to freeze.”
yoongi frowns, a pout immediately forming on his lips even if it isn’t visible because of the scarf covering his entire mouth. “what do you mean by hyung-sized?”
the younger shrugs, but there’s a teasing smile on his features. “oh you know,” he trails off before breaking into a grin and says “tiny.”
un-fucking-believable, yoongi thinks. here he is, close to death and about to be the next human popsicle discovered after captain america and his boyfriend has the audacity to insult his height? he’s not even that small. it’s not his fault that their friend group just so happens to consist of people taller than him!
while taehyung returns to his snowman, yoongi has planned his revenge, bending down to gather snow in his hands and create a decent sized snowball.
it’s right when taehyung turns to face him and ask a question that yoongi decides to throw the snowball right at his face.
“that’s what you get for calling me tiny,” yoongi mumbles. his ears, nose, and cheeks are now more flushed than earlier and he’s not sure if it’s because of the cold.
it seems as if taehyung hasn’t processed what just happened, his big doe eyes staring wide at yoongi. there’s snow on his face and his clothes, and he still given a reaction that yoongi wonders for a moment if he broke taehyung.
yoongi knows throwing a snowball at taehyung was a huge mistake the moment the younger grins and starts to form a ball from the snow around him – which is totally unfair considering taehyung has huge hands? taehyung’s hands has always been illegal but yoongi’d be lying if he says he doesn’t love them because dear god the things those hands can do.
he shouldn’t have had an internal monologue about taehyung’s hands because maybe taehyung’s snowball wouldn’t have hit him square in the face.
yoongi actually plays along and gets into a snowball fight with taehyung for a few more minutes before his body gives in and he starts to sneeze uncontrollably.
now he’s gross and sick and still freezing but he’s more warm he supposes, bundled up in a few blankets with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands.
“hyung,” taehyung calls his attention, poking his thigh as he sits down on the floor, “i didn’t finish making my snowman.”
yoongi rolls his eyes but he gets up, leaving taehyung a little confused.
when yoongi comes back, he hands something to taehyung: it’s three marshmallows on a toothpick. “there, your snowman.”
taehyung blinks, then smiles widely at the marshmallow kebab that yoongi just gave him, “hyung.”
“what”
“it doesn’t have a face though.” taehyung whispers, his face expectant.
“i may be sick but that won’t stop me from killing you,” it comes out garbled but the laugh that leaves taehyung’s lips meant the younger understood him.
they both stay quiet after that. yoongi drinking the hot chocolate and taehyung still staring at the marshmallow skewer.
with a sigh, yoongi mumbles, “at least let me recover first before you try and build a snowman again.”
taehyung nods, and smiles at yoongi – the smile that’s so wide it reaches his eyes and makes yoongi feel weak.
he really can’t help it that he’s soft for his boyfriend.