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the first time yoongi meets the new personification of winter is when the autumnal equinox comes around. they have a new winter after the last one slept through until the cosmos decided to take them back. yoongi has been around the second longest after seokjin, spring. jimin, autumn, is hosting everyone’s second meetup of the year. their new winter apparently woke up as winter usually wakes up - after the brink of autumn ends. therefore, jimin is the one that has to introduce them to the rest of the seasons.
their winter, this time around, woke in one of the crystal frost trees and has been awake ever since, quietly residing, biding their time until it came for frost flowers and hail.
their previous winter, namjoon, was a quiet spirit who sought wisdom through all the little things in life while still managing to be dorky at the same time. he enjoyed the small childish things that winter brewed but also seemed to hang on the bare branches of sakura trees. yoongi struck up a friendship with him as they were the quietest and the most ‘brooding’ of their group of seasons. out of everyone, namjoon was the one to hold the position of winter the longest, around long enough that he taught all the other seasons how to act and what to do and their responsibilities. yoongi knows that he has to sleep sometime, but he didn’t expect it to be...so soon.
taehyung, the spirit of the autumnal equinox, greets yoongi at the clearing plane, the space in between all of their times. the sky is split in half - one side complete day, the other complete night. yoongi appreciates the twinkling stars that he often gets to see in the clear summer nights.
no one really expected him to be summer. the universe and mother earth loved fucking with them all; yoongi didn’t seem like the person to be the spirit of summer, all loose limbs and fun days, but he found some comfort in it. he was the season of the hot weather, the desert storms, the raging hurricane seasons. he brought rain like torrential downpour and his season, like winter, was a season not for the weak. his heart was made of something tougher than just the falling leaves of autumn or the flower petals of spring; he was all the natural disasters and the green fields, the warm sunny days (even if he himself wasn’t described as having the most sunny of descriptions).
“hyung!” taehyung beams. “awesome, you’re h-here!” his talking is interrupted by a yawn. “sorry, i was sleeping most of summer. tell me about it this year when you can!”
yoongi waves him away with a stray hand. “sure. seokjin here yet?”
spring will not arrive for a while, but seokjin’s presence is always wanted at these. taehyung shrugs. “if anything, i think he might be with hoseok. come on, hyung, i got food for all of us!” taehyung points to a spread of fruits and bread, in which there are two people sitting around the side.
jimin sat beside a strange figure, cloaked in fall colors, his auburns and reds matching his sun-streaked hair. he gave a big smile to yoongi and then tugged at the person at his side.
the new winter spirit stood up; he was a tall one, young, younger than possibly taehyung and jimin. full cheeks, dark hair, black eyes. somehow the bitten rouge of his cheeks and nose represented more of winter than namjoon’s platinum hair did for all those ages. yoongi came into the meeting of the yearly equinox expecting another strange spirit to join them, a young one without much interest or knowledge, to be annoyed by this strange new naivety, but somehow the new winter spirit’s curiosity reflects much of him; blank, a new slate.
“this is jungkook,” jimin introduces, waving jungkook in his crisp white cloak into the middle of the circle. jimin beams when jungkook lingers close to him, not wanting to leave.
“i’m taehyung!” taehyung grins.
“you already introduced yourself, stupid.”
taehyung gasps. “how dare you, i literally own you.”
jimin sticks out his tongue.
yoongi rolls his eyes but can’t help but the fond feeling in him at these two and their stupid antics. he says in a clear voice, “i’m yoongi.”
“jungkook,” the new winter spirit says, his voice strange and soft and unexpected, like freshly fallen snow. unexpected.
yoongi feels his ears turn red when jungkook smiles, small and eager to be part of their cycle of everlasting spirits, and ignores the sinking feeling in his chest that’s a lot like a torrential storm and a heatwave all at once.