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“It’s three in the morning.”
For the briefest of moments, you were startled by Yoongi’s voice. You hadn’t heard him get up, which was surprising, given that he still had to wear his sling while he was sleeping. He padded across your living room to where you were standing, bare feet barely making a sound against the hardwood flooring.
“What are you doing up?” His voice was soft, and you could hear the grogginess in his voice.
You hummed, tugging him to you carefully. He shivered slightly at the cold seeping in through the large window in front of you and tucked himself as tightly as possible into your side, his good arm wrapping around you to secure himself.
“It’s snowing,” you murmured. You weren’t sure what time it had started, but when you had woken up in need of a drink ten minutes ago, you had noticed the white flakes drifting through the sky.
Yoongi scoffed. “It’s not even cold enough for it to stick yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He probably thought you looked ridiculous, standing there smiling at the snowflakes floating down and then immediately melting the second they hit the ground. But you didn’t care. “Me and snow, we go back a long time. We’re friends.”
He was silent, but you could feel him staring at you. “That’s ridiculous,” he said finally, and you hear the hint of a tired laugh in his voice.
“When I was a kid, I would stay up and watch it snow and pray to whoever was listening that there would be enough for a snow day. But now, it’s just… it’s magical, isn’t it?”
“I guess.”
You stole a quick glance at him, your brows furrowed. He made eye contact with you and shrugged with his good shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. You shook your head and quietly turned your attention back out the window.
It was beautiful, even if it wasn’t sticking. Snow in Korea was rare enough anyway, so you always made sure to stop and appreciate it when it did appear. There was something about the way the flakes floated through the air, as if they had a mind of their own and not a care in the world, that brought back a little bit of childlike wonder back into your life. Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, it didn’t matter, it all had a place in your heart.
Again, you glanced at Yoongi. His arm was still wrapped around your waist, and he was shoved as closely as possible into your side. Every once in a while, you could feel him shiver slightly. With his left hand, he clenched and unclenched his fist, squeezing the foam of his immobilizer. His eyes were closed, his head leaned slightly to the right so that he was resting it against you.
You smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. His hair still smelled like his shampoo, light and clean and slightly like coconut. With one last glance out the window, you tugged him toward the door.
“What are you doing?”
You shushed him. “Come on.” He groaned, but let you drag him to the entryway. “Put your shoes on,” you mumbled, switching your slippers for your sneakers.
“It’s three in the morning!”
“I’m aware.”
“I’m not going outside at three in the morning.”
You shrugged. “Fine. Come or don’t.” Casually, you tugged on your coat before grabbing his and holding it out.
After a moment of very intense, sleepy glaring at you, he grabbed it and slipped it as well as he could over his right arm. “If we freeze to death, it’s your fault.”
You laughed, helping to pull the coat up the rest of the way and zip over his sling and immobilizer. “If we freeze to death, I’ll make sure everyone knows it was my fault.” He stepped into his shoes and you tugged a beanie over his head before leading him out your front door and into the elevator.
It was only mere moments before you were bursting out the front door of your apartment building, Yoongi’s hand clutched in your own. On the ground, it looked like it was snowing much harder than it was, and you could see the snow starting to stick to the plants in the front courtyard of your building.
You stopped in the middle of the courtyard and took a deep breath, staring up at the sky. Behind you, Yoongi sighed, and you spun to face him. His hand was shoved deep into the pocket of his puffy winter coat. On the surface, he looked annoyed and still a little sleepy, but you could see the mirth twinkling in his eyes.
“Don’t look so grumpy, honey boy.” You spread your arms wide and spun once before approaching him. “Enjoy the magic.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he said once again, his arm emerging from his pocket to wrap around your waist once again, holding you to him.
You hummed in agreement and the softest of smiles blossomed across his lips. From this close, you could see his cheeks turning pink in the cold. Smiling, you cupped his face in both your hands, your thumbs ghosting across his cheekbones.
“Thank you,” you said softly.
“For what?”
“Indulging me. Going along with my ridiculousness.”
He scoffed. “I love your ridiculousness.” His voice was soft, but you could hear the honesty in it.
Your lips found his and immediately, he kissed you back. It was the kind of slow, sleepy kiss you had grown used to when he would show up at your apartment late at night after a long day of non-stop production and practice. His lips were ever so slightly chapped and tasted like the organic cherry lip balm he used that you insisted made him smell like a grandma.
Yoongi pulled away just far enough to rest his forehead against yours. As close as you were, you could feel him breathing a little heavily. You smiled at that, continuing to brush your thumbs across the fullest parts of his cheeks.
The snow had started to come down heavier, the flakes turned into fat, wet clumps. You looked back up to the sky, watching them fall in silence. After a moment, you looked back to Yoongi and kissed him quickly.
“We should head back in,” you said softly.
He nodded in agreement, and for a second, you thought maybe you saw a hint of sadness cross his face. Then he yawned widely, and looked at you with bleary eyes, flashing you a wide, gummy smile. You grabbed his hand and started to walk back across the courtyard to the door to your apartment building.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, pulling you to a stop just outside the door. You raised an eyebrow in question and he continued. “For bringing me out here. I get it. You and snow.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi nodded, squeezing your hand. “I’m glad.” You watched as he tried to stifle another yawn. You nodded to the door. “Let’s get to bed, shall we?”