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Jimin is two steps ahead, shoulders raised while his hands stay deep in his pockets, body tensed against the cool air. Yoongi can feel it piercing the skin of his cheeks, like needles. The wind blows and Yoongi shudders, biting hard against his tongue to try and stop from making a sound. He fails, and Jimin stops walking to look at him.
"Are you cold?" Jimin asks, soft and worried, hands reaching towards the scarf around his neck, and Yoongi hates him
"Of course I'm fucking cold," Yoongi mutters back, pulling a thinly gloved hand out of his coat pocket to smack Jimin's away, "Keep your scarf on."
He was the one to wrap the thick blue wool around Jimin, standing in the dim lights of his shabby apartment, lying that he had a second one, he just wasn't going to get that cold, adding an easy reason for the nice gesture, "You have an audition, next week. You can't get sick."
Yoongi has known Jimin since they were in middle school. In the years since, he's gone from classmate, to best friend, to manager, and now he's settled into the position of part manager, part boyfriend. He's never sure which half is the one causing him to take care of Jimin.
"But you're cooold," Jimin whines, dragging out the o. It's adorable. Yoongi hates him.
"You'll get sick," bringing back his old excuse, Yoongi refuses to admit that he worries about Jimin for any reason other than work, "I don't get paid until you get paid."
Jimin says something about Yoongi being a bad liar and pushes him around, despite Yoongi's loud and profanity filled protesting, until they're waddling awkwardly along, Jimin's legs on either side of Yoongi's. He positioned himself behind Yoongi, tucking his arms forcefully under Yoongi's and twining their fingers together before sticking both of their hands back into Yoongi's pockets. Before hiding their hands away, he wrapped the open flaps of his coat around Yoongi's abdomen, and finally hooked his chin over Yoongi's shoulder.
Yoongi can feel the soft fabric of the scarf warming the side of his neck and Jimin's hot breath hitting his jaw and Jimin's thumbs are rubbing small circles across his knuckles. Jimin's the worst.
He's always been good to Jimin, even when he's pretending to be disgruntled about it, but he's never gotten the hang of being with Jimin. Everything Jimin does makes him nervous. Everytime Jimin tells him that he looks cute or that he loves him or thanks him for something Yoongi's entire body rejects it. It feels wrong, unbelievable, and a little undeserved. He can never just say "thank you" or "I love you too" or "I wanted to do it". He's always coming up with excuses or telling Jimin to fuck off and then dragging him back to kiss his cheek so he knows that Yoongi doesn't mean it. He never means it. He wants Jimin forever, he just can't get the words to come out of his mouth. Luckily, Jimin always seems to understand. Each time, he laughs, gives Yoongi this fond little look, the one Yoongi only receives when he's being overbearing or bad at accepting affection.
Jimin thinks it has something to do with his parents, Yoongi thinks he should stop watching badly subbed episodes of Dr. Phil on youtube.
Yoongi may not be able to say it, at least, not out loud, but he does love Jimin. There is a constant, light, bursting feeling in the pit of his stomach and the center of his heart and the tips of his fingers and a little voice in the back of his head reminding him, "this is where you're meant to be" whenever he's at Jimin's side.
"It's really cold," Yoongi mumbles, a little shy, heart warm with the annoying rush of emotion.
"I know," Jimin laughs in his ear, "that's why we're walking like this."
Off topic, Yoongi huffs a little and tells Jimin that he's a nerd and would love to walk like this all the time. Jimin doesn't disagree.
"My mouth is numb," Yoongi eventually continues, suggestively, like a kid trying to get their parent to buy them something at the store without outright asking for it.
Scolding him, Jimin does the exact opposite of what Yoongi wants, releasing one of his hands to cover Yoongi's mouth instead, "I told you to wear your scarf." Yoongi doesn't tell him that Jimin is wearing his only one.
"You should kiss me before we get frostbite," Yoongi whispers. Jimin doesn't hear.
"What? I should what?"
"Kiss me... before we get frostbite," he says it a little louder, and this time he's pretty sure Jimin's only pretending not to understand. Yoongi hates him.
"What? Before what?"
"Kiss me before we get frostbite, asshole," finally, too loud to be ignored, Jimin laughs at him.
"I don't think that's how frostbite works, hyung," Jimin says, all smiles, that little teasing edge to his voice that Yoongi hates and loves in equal measures.
"Oh my god, just kiss me."
Jimin giggles again, even brighter, and braces his arm against Yoongi's collarbone to stop him. Yoongi keeps his hands in his pockets even when Jimin withdrawls his, but lets Jimin turn him around so they're face to face.
"What do you want me to do?" Jimin's still teasing and Yoongi lifts his knee like he's going to hit him in the balls. Laughing, Jimin dances back to avoid contact, and reaching out to pull Yoongi closer by the hem of his coat, "If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do it ask."
Yoongi is in the middle of telling him to shut up when Jimin's lips interrupt.
He's not cold anymore.