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High walls of multiple layers of snow were caging the small road up the mountain. The newest layer was soft and fluffy, while the oldest was hard and had almost turned to ice. Everything around the concrete road was white, except some small firs emerging out of the snow, some animal footprints denting the fresh snow just a tad. If it wasn’t for his parents softly talking to each other in the front of the car, Jungkook would have gotten lost in the surroundings, knowing the curvy road all too well, having memorised it over the years.
He memorised the entire way to get here: a plane from Incheon airport to London. Another one from there to Vienna. Then, a small jet ride from Vienna to a nearby private airport. Some might think it unnecessary to go on holidays in Austria for Christmas each year but for Jungkook’s family, it had turned into a tradition. He had learnt skiing here and this was the place where he liked going skiing the most. He loved how small the mountain villages were, how barely anyone understood Korean, how he was the foreigner for once. His family had been coming here ever since he was nine years old and not once did he get tired of it.
As they ascended the mountain, the radio was playing softly, some German tune was on but Jungkook couldn’t understand anything. Dreamily, he looked out of the window again, spotting the first village that they had to drive through, in order to get to the last one, where the hotel was located. Countless wooden houses were built next to each other, each one having more or less detailed ornaments on their balconies. Each one was unique in its own way and Jungkook remembered how he had teaken pictures of them last year. His parents had to drive extra slowly, so he was able to take pictures of each one of them. People with their skis on their shoulders were walking on the narrow road, forcing his father to slow down the car a little. A few kids were running down a snow-covered meadow, one of them falling into the snow face-forward, making Jungkook chuckle a little. Everything about this place was idyllic. Coming here after a stressful semester was the best way to relax and he appreciated that his parents still let him join them, even though he was already 20 years old.
They left that village behind, following the curvy road, the sun shining brightly, being reflected by the ever-white snow blanket that covered the ground, making everything look soft and fluffy. They drove through two other villages, before Jungkook could finally see it: That little house with the barrier, where they had to show their hotel reservation to the guy inside, to let them pass. Slowly driving up to it, Jungkook spotted the mascot of the village waving happily: a cartoon marmot with big teeth. Jungkook still found it adorable, even if he was too old for it now. Back when he was still a child, he used to get candy, when they entered the village and he had insisted to take a photo with the marmot, so his family had to exit the car just to take one.
“Servus!” Jungkook heard the guy in the house say gleefully, when his father had let the window down.
It was the Austrian way to say hello and Jungkook couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. Over the years, this had turned into a second home for him and he couldn’t wait to get to their hotel. After about 30 seconds of conversation with the guy, the barrier got lifted and Jungkook’s family entered the little village. They didn’t have to drive for long. Maybe a minute of slow driving to spot the hotel. Turning left, his father drove around the six majestic marble ibex, stopping the car right in front of the big glass entrance of the hotel. Excited, Jungkook exited the car, breathing in the cold winter air of the mountains, huffing it out in content. They were finally here. Two concierges came out of the building immediately, greeting them in English. They were dressed in black suit pants, a red and white checked shirt and a grey felt vest. They quickly talked to Jungkook’s parents, before they loaded the luggage onto the carrier, before the family walked into the hotel, their shoes scrapping on the red carpet that led through the two glass doors right up to the reception. Two girls in dressed in dirndls were standing behind the desk, smiling at the family, already putting the paperwork on it, when Jungkook’s father smiled back.
“It’s good to see you again, Sir. I hope you and your family will enjoy your stay” one of the girls said, whose name tag read Annemarie.
The other girl gave him the key card, after he signed some papers. Then, they walked through the reception area, a big fireplace in the middle crackling peacefully, some people sitting on the sofas that were placed around it. Just like every year, they entered the elevator, since the luxury suite was only accessible like that. As they left the elevator, they were welcomed by the two concierges, who had just brought up their luggage, kindly asking if the family needed anything else, before they left the suite. On the left side of the elevator, there was Jungkook’s room but instead of going straight inside, he walked into the living room, opening the mini bar and took out a drink called Almdudler. It was an Austrian carbonated beverage that tasted a little bit like ginger ale; he loved it and he couldn’t get it anywhere else than in Austria, so he was always excited for that. After taking a sip, he sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Even though he didn’t understand much German, he found it quite fascinating to come up with his own dialogue of the cringy afternoon TV shows. Maybe, it was childish for a 20-year-old but he still loved doing it.
“Honey, we’re going down to the spa, do you want to join us?” his mother asked but Jungkook just shook his head.
He did like the spa; actually, he loved it. There was nothing better than getting a massage after a day of skiing. But on the first day of his holidays, Jungkook always just relaxed, trying not to fall asleep to avoid jetlag. However, as soon as his parents had left the suite, he felt his eyes getting heavier. At first, he tried to keep himself awake by drinking more of his Almdudler but eventually, he fell asleep on the sofa, the bottle still in his hand.
It was only an hour later, when he woke up to the sound of some people yelling on TV. Yawning, he put the bottle aside, rubbing his eyes, before he looked at the time. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. That meant tea time and amazing pastries downstairs. It was always something he was looking forward to. The hotel’s afternoon buffet was heavenly delicious, as all their food. Getting up, he quickly grabbed his suitcase, taking it into his room. His bed was spacious, wooden decoration all over the headboard. He opened his suitcase, rummaging for some more comfortable clothes. His father didn’t like him wearing sweatpants, when he left the suite but Jungkook liked comfortable clothes, so he didn’t care, going for grey sweatpants with zippers over his knees and a black oversized hoodie. When he was finished changing, he grabbed the spare key card, before he went into the elevator, going down to the ground floor. The girls at the front desk noticed him and greeted him and out of habit, he bowed too. Even though he was brought up in a rich household, he wasn’t arrogant. He knew that he was very privileged and he never failed to be respectful to any of their employees. But then, he turned right, walking past the hotel bar, right to the dining area. It was an open buffet, the cushions of the chairs kept in a soft rose tone, which gave the room its name: the rose dining room. Some people were already there, still being in full skiing outfit, as they came back straight from the mountain. Some of the older people were already dressed up and they gave Jungkook a strange look, staring at his sweatpants but he paid them no mind. Instead, he walked up to the buffet, going for some strawberry tarts, a powdered sugar croissants, as well as some fruit. Then, he sat down on a table in the rose dining room, hoping that one of the waiters would come soon, so he could order some green tea with it. However, until one of them came, he already started eating, not being able to contain the soft, content moan that spilled over his lips because it was so delicious.
“Would you like something to drink?” a sweet voice asked him in Korean, so Jungkook looked up in confusion.
He was welcomed by a soft, polite smile of a beautiful man. He was wearing the same pants and checked shirt as the concierges but instead of the vest, he was wearing a black apron around his waist. His entire outfit hugged his body perfectly, outlining his shoulders and thighs just the right way. But his face was more important. His lips were plump and pink, his nose tiny, complementing his full cheeks. But what struck Jungkook the most was the special shape of the man’s eyes. They reminded him a little of those of a cat. Shaking his head a little to put his golden fringe back into place, the waiter looked at him, still smiling. A soft blush spread across those cute cheeks and only then, Jungkook noticed that he was staring.
“You’re new” he blurted, feeling his cheeks heat up as well.
“Ah, you’ve been here before then” the waiter concluded, smiling a little shyly, “would you like anything to drink, then?”
“Ah, yeah. Some green tea?” Jungkook nodded, letting his gaze avert to the man’s chest, reading his name tag, “thank you, Jimin-ssi.”
“You’re the guest. You can just call me Jimin” he giggled, before he left, walking to the kitchen.
Jungkook couldn’t help but turn around, watch Jimin walk away and somehow, his steps seemed so elegant, like he was walking on a red carpet, instead of rose carpet that led into the kitchen. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare. It didn’t take long, until the waiter returned, balancing the tea on a tray, putting it down in front of Jungkook, smiling again.
“Enjoy your tea, uh–––“
“Jungkook” he offered, returning the smile.
“Enjoy your tea, Jungkook-ssi” Jimin repeated.
There was a moment of silence between them, both of them locking eyes, silently enjoying the way the other’s smile seemed really enchanting. But then, as if that moment never happened, Jimin bowed a little, before he left Jungkook and his tea.
On the next day, Jungkook woke up quite early, already getting ready for the day. He loved being the first one at breakfast, being the first one on the slope. Especially today because it was a beautiful December morning, the cold air hitting his face, whenever he was skiing. Because it was close to Christmas, not that many people were here, rather staying at home with their families instead of paying extra to stay at a hotel. Enjoying how empty the slopes were, Jungkook almost flew down the hills, speeding down, loving the way the wind hit his face, feeling freedom course through his body. This was exactly what he needed after a stressful semester at uni. He was so immersed into finally moving his body more than just working out at home, he almost forgot to eat. It was already 2pm, so he decided to go for just a small snack because he wanted to be back in time for tea at the hotel. While having some Schnitzel at their hotel’s restaurant branch on top of the mountain, he checked his phone, reading some texts of his parents, asking him where he was, since they wanted to spend time with him as well. But Jungkook liked the solitude of skiing alone. Studying always required having to do group presentations with others and even though he enjoyed spending time with his parents, he preferred to spend the day by himself. His father kept talking about business during dinner and Jungkook didn’t want to talk economics over lunch too. He liked economics; he was studying it and he was looking forward to start working at his father’s company but during his Christmas holidays, he preferred to relax.
Once he got back to the hotel, quite a few people were already at the buffet. Originally, he opted to take a seat in the room called hunter’s snug room, being decorated with all sorts of different sizes of antlers, but then, he spotted Jimin’s golden hair behind the bar. He was standing there with his back to the counter, putting glasses back into order. His hair was fluffy, yet neatly styled and from this angle, Jungkook could look at all of Jimin’s backside, his eyes wandering down to his curvy bottom. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, appreciating the way Jimin looked a little bit too much. At that moment, Jimin turned around, giving him a pretty smile, his eyes disappearing into crescents. Suddenly, Jungkook was highly aware of how sweaty he was.
“Welcome back, Jungkook-ssi” Jimin started, “would you like to drink something?”
“Green tea?” Jungkook said, deciding to sit at the bar, instead of going inside the hunter’s snug room.
“Sure, I’ll make some right away” the smaller nodded, getting to work right away.
Watching Jimin pour water into an electric kettle was somehow really appealing. The way the blonde moved his fingers with such care was almost inspiring.
“So–––“ Jungkook started without really noticing, “since when do you work here?”
While the blonde waited for the water to finish boiling, he looked up, locking eyes with the other, offering the ever-polite smile.
“At the beginning of the season” he answered, wanting to leave it at that.
“Do you live here in Austria? Your Korean is really good” Jungkook continued, surprised by how easily he could talk to a stranger, while he usually had problems to make small talk.
“Well–––“ Jimin hesitated, “I don’t really live here. I live in Seoul. I just––– I wanted a change of scenery, I guess.”
Jungkook felt the uncertainty and heaviness in the blonde’s voice and even though he was curious, he thought it best not to ask any further questions about that topic.
“I didn’t know they even hired non-Austrians” Jungkook shrugged, when Jimin handed him his tea.
“I found this by chance, actually” Jimin giggled, having a look around the bar to check, if he had to attend to any other guests, “I looked for jobs overseas and I love snow, so I found the job offer here. They really needed someone that knows Korean” Jimin lowered his voice a little, “because apparently, they’ve gotten more Korean guests over the last few years because the Jeon family keeps coming here. You know, the owners of the Jeon Corb.?”
Jungkook had to hold back a giggle. It was adorable how Jimin seemed so fascinated by his family.
“Yeah, I know them” he grinned.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that” Jimin suddenly realised, holding his hand in front of his mouth, “promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“It’s fine” Jungkook chuckled, “I won’t tell myself that you talked about my family being here.”
Jimin tilted his head in confusion, not quite getting it yet.
“What?”
“Didn’t tell you my last name yesterday. Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you” he smiled, showing his teeth, his lips curling into a cute bunny grin.
“Oh my god” the blonde gasped, “and they specifically told me to be extra polite to you. I’m such an idiot. I’m really sorry, I–––“
“Calm down” Jungkook interrupted him, “I’m glad I can talk to you easily. Please, you don’t have to go back to highly polite speech. I’m actually more comfortable, if you use banmal, since I’m pretty sure you’re older than me.”
Jimin blinked a few times, not quite sure what to say but then, another guest sat down at the bar, so he had to attend to that one, giving him an escape out of this now awkward conversation. The younger felt a little bad that he didn’t reveal his last name earlier because he could have thought about how they wanted all employees to be nice to the family that paid for the most expensive room every year. But Jungkook had enjoyed to just talk to someone without being asked about his father, their company or anything like that. With Jimin, he had just been himself. Just Jungkook. Not the heir to one of the biggest companies in South Korea. Sighing, Jungkook continued sipping on his drink, noticing that Jimin was trying to stay busy, so he didn’t have to talk to him. Sometimes, their eyes met and the blonde blushed a little, averting his gaze immediately but Jungkook couldn’t help but smile; the blush suited the blonde.
That evening, Jungkook spotted Jimin working during dinner and as if fate had planned it, Jimin was assigned to their table. Jungkook’s parents were delighted to meet a Korean in a hotel like this. Just as always, the blonde smile politely, taking their orders, offering a shier smile to the younger, before he left again. However, that was all the interaction they had.
It was almost like Jimin was trying to avoid having to talk to Jungkook. While they had met two days in a row, which wasn’t too surprising, since Jungkook always went to the afternoon buffet and Jimin was a waiter, so they were bound to meet. But it seemed like Jimin made an effort not having to serve the younger. Jungkook had no choice but to watch him from afar. He wasn’t even quite sure why he did that and why he felt a little sad that he couldn’t talk to Jimin in three days. They had barely talked; it wasn’t like they were friends, so Jungkook shouldn’t be this disappointed. Yet, every time he saw blonde smile to another guest, Jungkook felt his stomach turn a little.
It was three days before Christmas Eve and the weather was horrible. It was snowing really hard and the wind was so cold, Jungkook felt like his face was going to fall off. That was why he had decided to return to the hotel earlier than usual. When he entered the hotel, they had already placed a big Christmas tree next to the front desk, decorated in a gold-red theme. It was simple but elegant; the same as every year but Jungkook liked it just the same. Going upstairs, he wiggled out of his wet skiing suit and jumped under the shower, warming himself up. Afterwards, he put on a fluffy sweater and black sweatpants, grabbing his sketchbook and went back downstairs. He had scheduled a massage later today but there was still time and he hadn’t been in the lounges yet. Taking his time, he walked there, looking at all the artwork that was displayed around the hotel. Once in a while, there were antlers or taxidermied animals and most would probably feel a little threatened by the big golden eagle but Jungkook found it fascinated.
Finally finding himself in one of the three lounges, he wanted to sit down next to the window and draw a little. It was his passion, calming down his mind, when he was stressed. Back in high school, when the pressure was big to have good grades, so no one would think that he got to a good university just because of his name, he almost drew every single day. At that time, his drawings were dark and scary; his emotions had been a mess, scared of failure, and the only way to deal with those was drawing. Now, it had turned therapeutic. Drawing was both pleasure and therapy for him. So his plan was to draw but then, he spotted the grand piano standing next to the vast staircase. He remembered that sometimes, there was a pianist entertaining the people that would take their tea in the lounge instead of the rose dining room. However, it was too early for tea time, leaving the seat in front of the piano empty. Curiously, Jungkook walked up to it, memories of his middle school days resurfacing, where he had loved playing the piano but he had stopped because of high school. Nowadays, he still played once in a while but he wasn’t nearly as good as he used to be. Feeling the desire to play itch in his fingers, his feet steered him to the piano, sitting down, carefully opening the lid to the keys. Softly, he pressed down one of the white keys, a clear note vibrating through the room. It wasn’t loud at all but because the room was completely drowned in silence, it was heard more than clearly. For a moment, Jungkook looked around self-consciously, being scared that he wasn’t allowed to touch the piano but when no one came to scold him, he laid his fingers on the keys, taking a deep breath, before he tried to remember the notes of one of his favourite songs. He made mistakes at first, still afraid that he wasn’t allowed to play but as a few minutes passed, he got more confident, hitting the right keys. He even dared to close his eyes, enjoying the sound of the grand piano in a room with good acoustics. Suddenly, there was a sweet voice humming to the sound of the piano and Jungkook would have stopped but the voice was so enchanting, so soft and gentle, his fingers moved on their own. Only after a moment, he realised whose voice it was. He had been so mesmerised, it hadn’t clicked in his head until now. It was Jimin’s voice. It had to be because he was playing a Korean song and who would know a song like that in a hotel where the average age was 65? A little more self-conscious than before, he continued playing, listening to Jimin’s soothing voice, how he just flawlessly hit the notes. But eventually, the song was done and the lounge fell back into silence; at least, until Jimin’s head appeared from behind a backrest of a big armchair. For the first time, Jimin smiled sweetly without any sense of feeling obligated to smile. It was natural, dazzling.
“You have a beautiful voice!” Jungkook noted, feeling his cheeks blush.
But he wasn’t the only one who was blushing. When Jimin got up from where he was hidden behind the armchair, walking up to the piano, Jungkook noticed how pink the blonde’s cheeks were.
“Ah—thank you, your playing was—“
“Not that special” Jungkook finished his sentence, scratching the back of his neck, “I haven’t played properly in ages. Am I even allowed to touch the piano?”
“I wanted to say it was really nice” Jimin chuckled, “and well—I just won’t tell them you were playing. And even if I did, you’re Jeon Jungkook. As if they had the balls to actually complain.”
There was a little awkwardness hidden in Jimin’s voice but his sweet smile didn’t fade. Leaning on the piano, Jimin spotted the sketchbook that was lying on top of it, eyeing it curiously but it seemed like he didn’t want to ask.
“You draw?” he still asked.
“Y—yeah. It calms me down” Jungkook answered honestly, feeling his cheeks heat up again, “I—I used to be very stressed to the point that it wasn’t healthy anymore. Drawing saved me in a way. Oh god, I don’t know why I just revealed that—I—I’m sorry, ignore me.”
Embarrassed and horrifyingly exposed, Jungkook looked down to his hands which were placed in his lap, sincerely confused on why that just slipped passed his lips. He had never talked to someone about that time. His parents had wanted him to go to a psychologist but he refused, wanting to deal with the stress and his own problems on his own. They let him and he was grateful for that but he knew that it had probably been better, if he had agreed on visiting one back then. He almost expected Jimin to laugh at him because how on earth would the son of a billionaire have any kinds of problems? That was what most of the people thought; that rich people didn’t have problems at all. But instead, Jimin sat down next to Jungkook, their sides touching because the piano chair was that small. Lazily, the blonde pressed down random keys on the piano but they sounded nice in a row, as if he was playing a distant tune, like it was from his childhood. It was calm and soft, just like Jimin himself. For some reason, Jungkook just felt comfortable around him. He couldn’t point out what it was but he felt like he could tell him anything, even though they didn’t know each other at all.
“I can relate to that” Jimin sighed after a while, “dancing is my escape.”
“You dance?”
“Yeah.”
“What style?”
“Different things but I enjoy contemporary the most. It’s the most—expressive. I can really dance what I feel, you know?” he was still playing the piano, not daring to look up to the younger.
Once again, Jungkook’s curiosity started bubbling in his stomach. He wanted to know more about the beautiful man next to him, wanted to know why his eyes were sad, even though he smiled, wanted to make those pretty eyes smile, making the sadness disappear. But if Jimin didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t going to force him.
They ended up talking for a while, not realising how late it was, laughing, when they got to lighter topics, Jungkook finding out that Jimin was actually two years older that he had a little brother that he loved dearly and that this brother was his age. They were both Bigbang fans and were in love with the three new songs that came out. Jimin was allowed to stay in the hotel, since he didn’t have an apartment here. That was why he was in here; he had been relaxing, waiting for his shift. Usually, he would be out snowboarding but the weather had not only betrayed Jungkook today.
“Oh my god, it’s almost half past three! I need to get changed, my shift starts in 10 minutes. Sorry, Jungkookie, I gotta go!” Jimin realised, getting up, waving once, before he hurried out of the room, forgetting his phone on the piano.
The younger yelled after him but the blonde didn’t hear him. Sighing, Jungkook decided to take it, going to the buffet anyways, so he could give it back to him. Accidently, he pushed the button of the iPhone, making it light up, realising that there was no code to get in. It was a little rude but Jungkook couldn’t help himself, saving his number in Jimin’s contacts. However, he didn’t take his number. He thought that would be invasion of privacy. Waiting a good few minutes, making sure to not leave anything behind, he walked out of the lounge, straight to the buffet. There, he spotted Jimin right away, wearing his polite smile, serving customers with such glee. Somehow, he looked a little happier than usual. The hidden sadness within his eyes was a little less visible; whether that was because he wasn’t as sad anymore or because he could hide it better, Jungkook couldn’t say. Silently, he sat down, suddenly having lost his appetite, just wanting his usual green tea, hoping for Jimin to take his order and not some other waiter. And he did. Only a few moments after the younger had sat down, Jimin walked over to him, trying to hide how his smile grew at the sight of the younger.
“You’re always here” he chuckled, “the usual?”
“The usual” Jungkook nodded and Jimin was already moving to the kitchen, before Jungkook could give him back his phone.
Waiting, he looked around, watching the other guests converse happily, some old couple holding hands, while they were sharing a cake from the buffet, making Jungkook smile. It was so sweet that love could hold on for that long. They had probably met, when they were still really young and Jungkook found it admirable that their love was so strong that they were still together. He had never really felt love that deeply. Sure, he had had relationships before: two to be exact. One with a girl, when he was fourteen and he had really liked her. He had his first kiss with her but as everything during your teenage years, his love for her faded. His other relationship had been with a boy and he had to hide that from everyone, too scared to face his family about his sexuality. Nevertheless, he was happy with that boy, losing his virginity to him. They had a lot of fun together but eventually, the boy grew tired of Jungkook’s troubled mind, since that had been during Jungkook’s high school days, so he never really was at ease with him. Losing that boy had destroyed him and ever since then, he hadn’t felt anything towards anyone. A part of him was still hung up on the other, at least that was what he thought.
He snapped back into reality, when Jimin came back from the kitchen, his green tea in his hand, walking up to him with such grace, Jungkook felt himself blush. That was when he realised: he had developed feelings for the waiter. He didn’t know what they were but there was something – something about the blonde that was so charming, so loving, Jungkook felt completely at ease, when he was around and that was really rare for him.
“Here’s your tea” Jimin beamed.
“Thanks” Jungkook said a little dazed but when he noticed Jimin turning around, he grabbed his wrist, making him look at the younger, “ah—you forgot your phone on the piano.”
Fidgeting, he pulled Jimin’s phone out of his pocket, handing it to him. He noticed a faint blush on the elder’s face, marvelling over how pretty Jimin’s cheeks looked like that.
“Ah—thank you so much, I would have probably noticed after dinner, since I’m working at dinner too today” he explained, “if you’d excuse me, I gotta—“
“How are your shifts tomorrow?” Jungkook suddenly asked, an idea popping up, remembering that tomorrow was Wednesday.
“Uhm—“ Jimin thought about it for a second, “I work breakfast and then, I have the lunch shift at the bar. I’m helping set the tables for dinner but I’m not working dinner. Why?”
“Ah—yeah, I thought—I don’t know, you’ve probably already seen it but—“ Jungkook stammered, unsure, if he should really ask, “there—there’s a firework display at one of the stations on top of the mountain. Do you—maybe—want to go?”
“Yes, I’ve heard about that so much, since I started working here!” Jimin suddenly seemed excited, “I’ve never actually gotten the chance to go, since I don’t know anyone and I don’t know, it’s a little lonely, when you’re there by yourself. I’d love to go!”
Jungkook’s heart jumped at that and his lips parted in a relieved smile, beaming at the waiter, who looked just as excited as well, although he was probably more excited that he was going to see the firework display and not because of the fact that they were going together.
“When do you want to meet?” Jungkook asked.
“Dinner starts earlier because of the display, so maybe at 7pm, since the firework display starts at 8pm and the subway is pretty full because of the display.”
“Sure, in front of the hotel?”
“Yeah” Jimin nodded.
It was quite ridiculous that Jungkook had styled himself so much. Jimin wouldn’t see his clothes anyways because he was going to be wrapped in his long coat. Yet, Jungkook couldn’t help but wear a knitted, blue sweater, beige jeans and dark Timberlands, wearing his good watch too. Jimin would probably not even notice it but Jungkook wanted to look good. It wasn’t a date; he was aware of that. He still wore his lucky beanie, which didn’t go with the rest of his outfit but he felt like he needed his beanie. After dinner, he and his parents left the dining area and they thought Jungkook would join them in the elevator but then, he spotted him. A white, fluffy coat, so much faux fur on the hood that his hair almost blended in with it. Black jeans to show off his gorgeous legs, a smile as bright as the full moon. Jimin. Feeling his own cheeks heat up at the pretty sight of the waiter, he called for Jimin without much thought.
“Jimin-hyung!” he smiled.
The elder turned around and smiled too but then, his gaze averted to Jungkook’s parents, bowing deeply as a sign of respect.
“Oh, it’s that waiter boy, no?” Jungkook’s mother noted, “are you not coming up with us?”
“No, I’m meeting up with Jimin-hyung. That’s why I have my coat and gloves with me. We’re gonna go watch the firework display.”
“But you’ve seen that three times already” his father argued.
“Yeah but hyung hasn’t. I’ll be back later” Jungkook explained, before he walked over to the smaller.
When he stood next to him, he realised that this was the first time, he was actually standing next to him and Jimin was a good few centimetres smaller than him. That explained his cute little hands and just the way he was standing in general. Jimin was just cute. He was manly and buff but not too muscular and his cheeks made him look adorable.
“What is it? Do I still have some chicken on my face?” Jimin asked in confusion, rubbing his sleeve over his mouth, making Jungkook giggle.
“Oh no, uh––––I just” Jungkook stammered, “you look good in that jacket.”
Jungkook was surprised how confident he just sounded and apparently, he did a good job because Jimin blushed hard, even his ears turned red. His bright smile turned shy and he fidgeted with the ends of his sleeves a little.
“Th––thank you” Jimin mumbled, walking out of the hotel towards the underground station.
They conversed, while getting to the cableway that let up the mountain, talking freely and the more they talked, the more Jimin got comfortable, opening up more. Jungkook found out that Jimin was technically majoring in dance but took a semester off. Why, he wouldn’t say but the younger didn’t push him. If Jimin wanted to talk about it, he would. Plus, it wasn’t like they knew each other really well, even if it felt like that already.
When they got to the cableway, they had to get in line, since a lot of people wanted to get up the mountain. Entering the cable car, they were sitting thigh to thigh and Jungkook was suddenly hyper-aware of their proximity. The blonde’s thigh was a little cold and Jungkook felt the need to scoot even closer, wanting to share his warmth. Oblivious to the fact that Jungkook was staring at him, the blonde looked out of the cable car, enjoying the view of the darkness outside, the moon illuminating the snow-covered ground. His eyes were glowing, mesmerised by nature.
“It looks so peaceful” Jimin mumbled, the others in the cable car being confused that he wasn’t speaking a European language.
Jungkook sighed in agreement, blushing at how their thighs moved against each other. The ride up was spent in silence, only the other people in the cable car were talking. After seven minutes, they got to the top and everyone pushed out of the cable car into the mass of people and the two boys had no choice than to follow them up. Besides the firework display, there was also a show, where the skiing staff performed all sorts of tricks. At first, he had wondered, if he should have bought VIP tickets for the lounge to have a better view of the show but he figured that Jimin wanted to experience it like any other person, so that was why they were standing in the mass of people now. Jimin looked around curiously, shifting a little, trying to hide his fingers inside his sleeves; he had forgotten his gloves.
“Are you cold, hyung?” Jungkook asked, getting a little closer, his shoulder touching Jimin’s.
“A little” the smaller confessed, “but I guess it’s f–––“
Before Jimin could end his sentence, Jungkook acted on impulse, taking Jimin’s right hand and pulled it into his large coat pocket, where he had his hand before, so it was warm and cosy in there. The blonde jerked in surprise, looking up to the younger, blinking a little unsurely. The smaller’s hand was ice cold, making Jungkook shiver a little but he didn’t want to let go. It felt nice to have Jimin’s hand in his. It was small and cute and soft and just – pleasant to hold.
“I––– I’m sorry, is this––– is this okay?" he felt like he needed to apologise; he just did what he wanted to, regardless of Jimin’s feelings.
“Y––yeah, this is––– okay” Jimin blushed, averting his gaze, speaking more quietly, “more than okay.”
Blushing as well, Jungkook dared squeezing the blonde’s hand, smiling sheepishly. This wasn’t a date but it sure felt like it. If he thought about it, it was actually really romantic, if all these people weren’t around them. At that moment, the show started with three loud gongs and everyone turned around to the hill, where the show was taking place. The show itself was beautiful and extremely impressive. However, Jungkook had seen the jumps before, knew what came next. That gave him time to observe Jimin, while he was compelled by the show. It was cute how mesmerised he was; his eyes were fixed on the people that did the jumps, holding his breath each time because he was probably scared for them. Smiling to himself, Jungkook started drawing circles on the back of Jimin’s hand, which was just as warm as his now. Finally, it was time for the firework and everyone was looking up to the sky. It was so colourful. Like pretty flowers in the sky. Like Jimin’s eyes, when he talked about dance. It was beautiful.
“It’s so pretty” Jimin gasped, his jaw dropping.
Averting his eyes to the elder, Jungkook sighed, smiling into his scarf.
“Yeah, you are.”
Jungkook couldn’t sleep that night. He kept thinking about how soft Jimin’s hand had been, how they kept holding hands, until they arrived back at the hotel, even though it was technically unnecessary. His heart was pounding in his chest, rushing his blood through his body at a speed, which was probably unhealthy, making it hard to fall asleep. Tired he got up and walked into the living room, noticing how his parents were already dressed, ready to go skiing.
“You’re not gone yet?” his father asked confused, “you’re usually already on the mountain skiing. How long did you stay out last night?”
“I got home at around 10:30pm but I couldn’t sleep” Jungkook grumbled, rubbing his eyes, “what time is it?”
“It’s 10 o’clock, sweetheart” his mother told him, “you have to order room service, breakfast has already finished.”
Groaning in annoyance, he nodded, wishing his parents a nice day, before he took the hotel phone, calling for room service. While waiting, he decided to take a shower, feeling pretty greasy. The hot water was like heaven for his skin. He still felt a little cold from last night but the water not only warmed him up but it also woke him up a little. Determined to go skiing later, he put on his skiing underwear, hugging him tightly, making sure that he wasn’t going to freeze. He was just about to blow-dry his hair, when someone knocked on his door. His stomach roared in response and Jungkook trotted to the door that separated the elevator and the living room, opening it, being welcomed by a pair of smiling eyes that were hidden in crescents.
“Oh, hyung!” Jungkook blurted, “I didn’t—I didn’t expect you to be the one that brings me my food.”
Smiling sheepishly, Jimin looked down, biting his bottom lip a little.
“I heard how the luxury suite ordered food, so—I asked, if I could bring it up. I—I assumed that you ordered it, since I saw your parents at breakfast. I hope you enjoy your late breakfast.”
“Hey, hyung” Jungkook stopped him from leaving, “when does your shift end?”
“In an hour, why?” the smaller tilted his head.
“What are you doing afterwards?”
“Probably gonna go snowboarding.”
“Do you want to meet up later? I mean—I usually go skiing alone and I don’t know, if you want company but—“
“Don’t you go skiing with your parents?”
“No—“ Jungkook sighed, “my dad just keeps talking about economics and the company. I usually don’t mind but I’m on holiday, I don’t need to hear all these things, when I’m trying to relax. It’s not—good for my stress level.”
Frowning, Jimin nodded, opening his mouth to say something but he shut it again, thinking about it one more time, before he smiled a little, looking at the younger.
“How about we meet at the Komperdell station at 12:30am?” the smaller suggested.
“Yes! I mean—yeah, I’d like that. On top or at the bottom of the station?”
“Top.”
“Okay. I’m excited.”
“I gotta go back to work now” Jimin reminded him, “enjoy your breakfast.”
Bubbling with excitement Jungkook nodded, saying goodbye to the waiter, before he sat down to have his breakfast. He didn’t intend to ask Jimin for a not-date but he just couldn’t resist. He wondered, how good the smaller was at snowboarding, what kind of snowsuit he had, what kind of board he owned. Would he wear a helmet or was he one of the reckless ones that just wore a beanie? Pictures of the blonde racing down the hill formed in the younger’s mind and in each and every one of them, Jimin was smiling from one ear to the other.
He was skiing by himself for half an hour, until it was finally time to go back to the Komperdell station to meet up with the smaller. Eagerly, he took of his skis, waiting in front of the exit of the cableway. After waiting for five minutes, Jimin appeared with his snowboard under his arm, a black helmet with orange flowers on his head, wearing his white jacket from last night with black pants. Spotting the younger, Jimin smiled, walking up to him.
“Hey, did you have to wait for long?”
“Not at all. Where do you wanna go? Are you feeling Masner? (the area on the far back of the ski-region)”
“I don’t think I’ll be back in time for my massage instruction” Jimin frowned.
“What instruction?”
“Oh, well, since I’m not working this afternoon, I asked, if one of the massaging staff could give me an instruction. Not that I’d be able to give massages at the hotel but I think it would be a useful skill.”
Blinking, Jungkook nodded, trying not to think about how Jimin would learn how to give a proper massage.
“So how about Plansegg then? We could go down once just to see how it goes and then, if you want, we could do some jumps in the adventure park?”
“Sounds good to me!”
Putting on their skis and snowboard, they started descending the hill half way, getting in line for the chair lift that led up to Plansegg. Jungkook didn’t have time to watch Jimin snowboard yet because he was a little self-conscious about his skiing. That was why he was looking forward to the descend from Plansegg. It was a really broad slope, leaving space to really enjoy big curves. It was lunch time, so few people were out at the moment, leaving it for almost just the two of them. Arriving at the top, Jimin clipped on his second foot, hopping towards the start of the slope. Looking back at the younger, who was a little too stunned by the whole image of the blonde in that outfit on that silver snowboard, waiting for him expectantly. Shaking his head, he caught up to the smaller, smiling just as widely, nodding towards the slope.
“Let’s go?”
Without saying anything, Jimin went down, leaving Jungkook behind. Hastily, Jungkook followed him, surprised by how fast the smaller was. With long graceful curves, he descended the hill, looking absolutely stunning with each movement he did. Jungkook had to concentrate that he didn’t’ fall over, while trying to look at the blonde. After a moment, Jimi stopped, looking up the hill, standing on his board easily. Joining him, Jungkook was mesmerised by how happy the elder looked. It was like all his worries had been washed away just because he was able to do something he enjoyed. Ultimately, Jungkook wondered, what Jimin looked like, when he was dancing.
“Let’s make it a race to the adventure park, yeah?” Jimin proposed, his smile twisting into a competitive grin.
“Challenge accepted!” Jungkook nodded, before he took off, concentrating on himself now, trying to win the race.
Both of them were fast, the wind feeling like ice on their faces but they were too concentrated to notice it. By the time they got to the adventure park, both of them were panting, Jungkook winning by just a second. Exhausted, Jimin let himself fall into the snow, taking off his helmet, ruffling up his hair.
“You’re heavier than me, that’s why you’re faster” Jimin pouted, his bottom lips sticking out just a little and Jungkook almost whined at how cute he looked with his slightly sweaty hair and that offended look on his face.
“I’m taller, I have to be heavier than you” Jungkook argued, not taking that as an insult, sitting down next to him, “what do I get as a reward that I won?”
It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. it had sounded extremely suggestive and Jungkook was more than glad that his cheeks were already heated up because of the cold outside, so Jimin wouldn’t notice him blushing madly. The blonde looked at him for a moment, expression unreadable, before he smiled sheepishly, putting on his helmet again, standing up.
“I’ll show you some tricks as a reward” he giggled, already moving again, waving once, before he increased his speed, speeding towards one of the big ramps that Jungkook hadn’t dared to jump off from.
Easily, he jumped off, holding his snowboard, while doing a flip, landing perfectly. Jungkook’s jaw had dropped, staying there, while he was skiing down, meeting Jimin further down the hill.
“That was amazing!” Jungkook said excitedly.
“Thanks” Jimin grinned, “I have time to improve, while I’m not working, you know.”
“Seriously, you’re amazing” the younger repeated, not noticing how he had changed the pronouns.
The elder’s grin turned into a shy smile, before he shook his head, urging Jungkook to do some tricks too. They spent the rest of their time together like that, doing jumps and tricks, simply having fun together. But eventually, they had to go back down because Jimin had to get back to the hotel for his massage instruction. While they were walking back, they naturally brushed against each other, their fingers touching more often than not. Inside the subway, there were barely any people because it was still quite early to go back to the hotels. The two boys kept staring at each other, giggling together, shifting towards each other. Jimin’s hand was right there, so close to touch but was he even allowed to hold it again? Last night had been magical and Jimin had said that it was more than okay to hold his hand but was he still okay with it now? However, Jimin was faster than him, sliding his hand inside Jungkook’s , looking at him shyly.
“You looked like you wanted to–––“
“I wanted to” Jungkook blurted, squeezing his hand as a sign of confirmation.
“O–okay” Jimin chuckled a little nervously, “hey, how long are you staying, actually?”
“We leave on Christmas Day.”
“In two days already?” Jimin’s face fell a little, so Jungkook put took his other hand too, holding them tightly, “I thought–– you’d stay longer.”
“We usually do but my dad has an important meeting on the 27th, so we have to leave early” Jungkook sighed, “I would have loved to stay here longer–––– with you.”
His heart was racing as he confessed that he wanted to spend more time with Jimin; he wasn’t even quite sure what he felt, feeling a little scared, since he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about this. But there was one thing, he was sure about: he felt at ease around Jimin and he hadn’t felt like this with anyone in a long time.
“Jungkookie, I–––“ Jimin started but at that moment the usual tone of the subway sounded through it, letting them know that they arrived at their station.
Letting go of the younger’s hands, he exited the subway, walking towards the hotel. It was a little awkward between them but before they parted, Jimin offered him a sweet smile, making clear that they were on the same page.
On the next day, Jungkook had wanted to find Jimin right away, hoping that he would work at breakfast and luckily, he did. However, he was sitting with his parents, so he couldn’t just start a casual conversation with Jimin, not wanting to make them believe that the waiter was neglecting his work.
“Good morning” Jimin greeted them politely, offering Jungkook the tiniest smile, acknowledging him as a friend not a guest, “would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Some green tea please” Jungkook’s mother nodded.
“Anything else?”
“Ah––“ Jungkook hesitated, “hyung, when’s your shift done? I know you’re working right now but I’d love to talk to you afterwards.”
“I have a 10-minute break at 10am after breakfast but because we have to prepare a lot for tonight, everyone is really busy today. I’m sorry” Jimin explained, his smile turning a little forced, since he still had to smile.
“I’ll wait for your break, it’s fine, hyung” Jungkook suggested.
“But son, the 24th is always the day you go skiing with us. We let you off all of the other days but I insist that you join us today. And we’re leaving before 10am” his father pointed out.
Jimin excused himself, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to be in the conversation anymore and Jungkook just watched him walk away, sighing that he wasn’t going to spend time with him today. But he also knew that his obligations towards his family were important, so he didn’t talk back to them.
The day went by quite fast, having lunch with his parents at the restaurant of the hotel on top of the mountain, sitting on sheep fur outside because it was so warm in the sun. They went back to the hotel and had tea with each other, before Jungkook went into the spa, receiving a massage. It was always a little awkward taking off his robe in front of a stranger but the massage always did wonders on his back. After an hour, he was completely relaxed, getting back to his suite in a daze, almost floating. He took a long, hot shower and blow-dried his hair, before he laid down in his bed, taking a small nap. When he woke up, he heard his parents getting ready for the Christmas dinner. Noticing that he was still only in his bathrobe, Jungkook went to his wardrobe, choosing black jeans and a white, knitted sweater. Less was more on Christmas, in Jungkook’s eyes. Everything was going to be decorated really prettily, so he didn’t have to dress up that fancily.
“Are you ready sweetheart?” his mother knocked on his door.
“Yeah” Jungkook nodded, looking at his reflection in the mirror, before he joined his parents in the elevator.
Everything was beautiful. They had turned down the lights around the bar area, having set up candles on every table. Inside the rose dining room, there were folded paper stars on top of some fir branches that were sprayed slightly golden, so that they shimmered in the light. The staff was wearing something else too and when Jungkook spotted Jimin, who was apparently in charge of helping the oenophile of the house, taking orders of wine choices, instead of the menu. He looked stunning. He was wearing a black, knitted turtle neck sweater and the usual black suit pants. Over the turtle neck sweater, he was wearing a dark red vest with Christmas pattern sewed on with white thread. He had his hair parted, perfectly styled, and it even looked like he was wearing a little bit of eyeliner. When Jungkook and his parents sat down, another waiter came to take their order and only, when his father called for Jimin to take their wine order. He came over, smiling a little shyly, when he realised that Jungkook was staring at him. Jungkook couldn’t help it; he just couldn’t take his eyes off the blonde. Even, when his mother gave him a strange look, he didn’t care and just kept staring, until his father had told Jimin the order and sent him away.
Dinner was lovely. Usually, they would have four courses but today, there were five as well as a dessert buffet. After two hours, Jungkook was so full, he had to lie back in his seat, suddenly finding his pants to tight. His parents were still finishing their wine, so Jungkook decided to go up earlier, knowing that he had to get up in the morning to pack and get ready to leave. Passing the front desk, Jungkook wanted to go up to the suite but then, one of the girls at the desk called for him.
“Ah–– young Mr. Jeon” she started, “a note has been left for you here.”
Confused, Jungkook walked up to her, taking the note, thanking her for delivering it to him. When he opened it, very neat handwriting welcomed him. Korean handwriting.
Dear Jungkookie
I know you’re leaving tomorrow, so if you have time tonight, I’d love to see you once more. My shift ends at 10:30pm. Let’s meet in the reading lounge? There’s a pretty Christmas tree in there. If you don’t have time, I wish you the best on your journey back. It’s been a pleasure to meet you.
Jimin
Warmth spread through Jungkook’s body, anticipation washing over him, as he reread the note. Smiling to himself, he kept the note, walking towards the reading lounge. As Jimin had said, the lounge was empty, lit by candles on some couch tables and the light on the Christmas tree. The rest of the lights had been dimmed down, creating a cosy atmosphere. Jungkook sat down on one of the arm chairs, pulling out his phone to busy himself, until Jimin would come. However, because he was so full, he felt his eyes droop slowly and even though he had intended to stay awake, he fell asleep eventually, mind full of Jimin’s beautiful features, anticipating to hear his voice.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin’s soft voice woke him up, his hand placed on the younger’s shoulder.
Yawning, Jungkook grumbled, trying to blink away the daze he was still in and as soon as he saw the bashful smile on the blonde’s face, he was wide awake. Sitting up, he watched Jimin sit down cross-legged on the armchair next to his, resting his hands in his lap.
“You really came” Jimin sighed, “I thought you might not get that message. I’m sorry, I made you wait.”
“Of course, I came!” Jungkook said a little too eagerly, blushing at how desperate that had sounded.
The blonde giggled at that, his eyes disappearing into crescents and Jungkook couldn’t help but join, laughing a little, staring at the beauty in front of him.
“Thank you for yesterday, I had a lot of fun” Jimin smiled, unconsciously leaning towards the younger a little.
“I could see that. Your eyes were sparkling. And you’re so good at snowboarding too! It––“ Jungkook hesitated for a moment, not sure, if he should start this topic, “it made me wonder, if that’s what you look like, when you’re dancing. You just looked so–– free.”
“Ah, well–––“ Jimin looked at the ceiling, leaning back into the back rest, “I used to feel free while dancing. It––– it just started getting so stressful that I didn’t like it at all anymore. That’s––– that’s why I took a semester off. I needed some change. Some distance from all the pressure. It probably sounds pathetic but––“
“It’s not pathetic” Jungkook urged, “as far as I know, dancing is a really competitive world and to be successful, you need to be really good and I can imagine, how that hard it is to keep up. I know a lot about stress and how bad it can influence you, so for you to take a break is actually really brave in my eyes.”
The blonde widened his eyes a little, surprised by how Jungkook had responded to the reason why he wasn’t studying.
“People usually frown upon students that take a break.”
“I’m not like them” Jungkook frowned, grabbing Jimin’s hand on impulse, wanting to pull back but Jimin held onto him.
“I know–– I know you’re not like most people. Especially not like most rich people” he mumbled, glancing up at the younger through his long eyelashes, “you–– you’re really nice to me. You don’t push me to anything. You’re gentle and kind. I don’t know why but you decided to befriend me and–– I wanted to thank you for that.”
Shifting closer, Jungkook lifted his hand, placing it on Jimin’s cheek, licking his lips because he suddenly felt nervous. Jimin had opened his heart for him, revealed, why he was even here and Jungkook felt so overwhelmed, he didn’t know what to say. Instead he let his body speak but as soon as he had placed his hand on the blonde’s cheek, he regretted it, scared that Jimin was uncomfortable. He wanted to apologise, retreat his hand but when he looked at the blonde, his heart skipped a beat, being captured by the emotions in them. He was just so pretty, so funny, so charming, Jungkook’s heart swell, when the elder leaned into his touch, putting his hand on top of the younger’s, pulling him a little closer.
“Jungkookie” he whispered, so close that Jungkook could feel his breath on his face, “can we pretend that there’s a mistletoe hanging over us?”
“What?”
“A mistletoe, Jungkookie” Jimin urged, pulling him closer, his face flushed deeply, his fingers trembling a little.
“Why a––“ Jungkook was so confused, distracted by the blonde’s plump lips.
“Just––– kiss me” Jimin almost whined and that was when Jungkook’s mind shut down, leaning in, connecting their lips cautiously.
Slowly, he moved his lips on Jimin’s, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling how soft they were, tasting of cherry lip balm. It was sweet and innocent, almost a little longing, as if they had been waiting for this for a long time. Jimin’s hands threaded through the younger’s hair, caressing the back of his head, while Jungkook cupped his face gently, his mind hazy, drunk on how good it felt to kiss Jimin. After a while, Jungkook pulled back, smiling at how flustered the smaller looked, kissing his nose, then his forehead, before he took both of his hands and intertwined them with his.
“I don’t need a mistletoe to feel the need to kiss you.”
The next morning came too quickly. Jungkook’s parents woke him up in the dead of night and since he had been with Jimin until midnight, he was horribly tired, not ready to get up at all. He wasn’t in his right mind, not yet awake, when he packed up his things, forced himself in some decent clothes and followed his parents down into the reception area, waiting for his father to sign the last few documents, before they could leave. It was so early, the sun was barely up yet but as Jungkook stepped out into the cold, he woke up a little more. That was when he realised that someone was missing. Jimin had said he would come down into the lobby in the morning but the blonde waiter was nowhere to be seen. Last night, they had promised to see each other one more time, before Jungkook had to leave because neither of them had their phones with them, so they weren’t able to save each other’s numbers.
“Son, get in the car, we’re leaving now” his father ripped him back into reality.
Anxiously, Jungkook shook his head, wanting to wait for Jimin, telling his father that he had forgotten something but because they had searched the suite multiple times before leaving, his father insisted that he should enter the car. Nibbling on his bottom lip, Jungkook tried to delay their departure as long as possible but eventually, he had to get into the car. Sighing, he sat down, looking out of the window, watching as they left the hotel behind. He couldn’t believe that he missed his chance to say goodbye to Jimin. He would have loved to just hold his hand one more time. He didn’t even have his phone number, so there was no way to contact him; he was never going to see him again. Feeling like he wanted to cry, Jungkook stayed silent for the entire trip back to Vienna and he barely spoke anything on the plane back to Seoul. Too sad was the realisation that Jimin would only stay a memory.
Jungkook was sitting in the library with his best friend Taehyung, reading an article about how well his father’s business was going. It was quite ridiculous that he had to read this and summarise it for class, when he could just go into the office and ask about how they were doing but the university didn’t make an exception for Jungkook. He was sighing every other minute, unmotivated to write the summary, when his phone buzzed on the table. Tiredly, he looked up, wanting to grab it but Taehyung was faster. Apparently, it had been a phone call because Taehyung grinned evilly, when he put the phone to his ear.
“Hello? –––––– Yes, this is Jungkookie’s phone. Who are–––?” Taehyung cooed, the grin twisting into a smirk, “Jimin? Uh––where did you get this number from? Hey, Jungkookie, do you know a Park––“
Jungkook had launched over the table between them in seconds, ripping his phone out of Taehyung’s grip, holding it to his ear immediately. His heart was racing; he felt like his knees were about to give in. Struggling to breathe normally, he opened his mouth, needing a second, before actual words left his lips.
“H–hello?”
“You–––“ Jimin’s voice was already unstable, sounding like he had cried before and was close to crying again, “you could have told me that you had already typed in your phone number. I would have called two months earlier!”
“Jimin-hyung, I–––“
“Do you have any idea, how bad I felt that I overslept and wasn’t able to send you off? I thought–––I thought I’d never see you again!” he started sobbing, “I thought I had lost you.”
“I’m sorry, I–––“
“I––– I cried so much, you know” Jimin said softly, sniffling in between, pushing tears into Jungkook’s eyes as well, “these two months were so lonely. I––– I––“
“I need to see you” Jungkook blurted, “are you still in Austria? I could take a plane tomorrow. I don’t care, if I miss classes, I just really need to see you.”
“I’m in Seoul” Jimin sniffled again.
“Where?”
“At Insadong Starbucks.”
“Stay there. I’m coming to you.”
“What?”
“I said stay there. I’m on my way to you.”
“You don’t have to––“
“I want to.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You had to for too long.”