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“Yoongi-hyung, where are you going?”
“Just to the studio for a few hours. I’ll see you later, Jimin.”
“But it’s Christmas Eve!”
While Christmas was meant to be a time for gathering with your family, eating your own body weight in junk and having a post-Christmas dinner food hangover splayed across the sofa, for Min Yoongi the reality was very different. With a comeback on the horizon it meant hours spent in the studio, writing and producing and recording. Not that he didn’t love working hard; he was a perfectionist and he would happily spend days in the studio if it meant that his work would be up to the best standard. And if that meant he had to be cooped up in the studio on Christmas Eve, then so be it.
“I promise, it’s just for a few hours. I’ll be home well before you all go to bed.” Yoongi reassured the currently silver-haired boy, flashing a quick apologetic smile to the younger, before making his way out the front door.
The Seoul air was sharp and bit through his clothes, making him shiver. Winter there was pretty rough; it rarely got above freezing temperature. Yoongi was never a fan of the cold and he made sure to wear as many layers as humanly possible. So what if he looked like the abominable snowman when he left the house? At least his ass wasn’t numb. It was a short walk to the studio, but with the crisp air making his eyes stream and nose run, it felt like it took hours. It was particularly cold that Christmas eve, and he could feel a soft dusting of snowflakes flutter around his face.
Looked like it really was going to be a white Christmas.
By the time he had reached the building where the studio was, his fingers were white and numb and he fumbled trying to pull the handle just to get inside. The hot air hit him as he stepped into the foyer, the heating obviously full blast even though most of the staff had gone home for the holidays. In fact, the place was deserted and Yoongi wasn’t sure why the heating was even on. Then a whirr of a vacuum cleaner turning on came from one of the rooms down the corridor and Yoongi assumed it was just the cleaners left in the building. The hot air couldn’t quite cut through his clothes, however, and he felt a chill down his spine as he made his way to the studio. Plopping himself down on his big leather office chair, Yoongi cracked his knuckles and prepared himself to get his head down and work for a few hours. The quicker he could get the last few lyrics of this song done, the quicker he could get home. The studio had three external walls and only a little electric heater to get any source of heat, the room for some unknown reason not being heated like the rest of the building, and so his teeth were chattering before he’d even logged onto his computer. Beside him, Yoongi’s phone buzzed and he quickly glanced at the message that flashed up on the screen.
From: Jimin
i just came outside to put the trash out and it’s freezing ;-; u must be so cold in the studio!! pls come home soon! i know u don’t do well with the cold
To: Jimin
you worry too much T_T aren’t i supposed to be the hyung here? get back inside before you catch a cold
From: Jimin
i’ll go back inside once u come back home from the studio >:(
To: Jimin
stop being stubborn and get your little butt back inside, otherwise santa will bring you the flu for xmas
From: Jimin
my butt is not little shut up D:
Yoongi chuckled to himself. Jimin was very stubborn when he wanted to be but unfortunately, so was Yoongi and he had no intention of going back to the dorms until he had finished this one song he had been at a block with for days. Turning his phone off so it wouldn’t distract him, Yoongi picked up his pen and started writing whatever came to his mind out onto the paper.
***
Jimin sighed as he heard the soft click of the front door, meaning Yoongi had actually left on Christmas Eve to work on their new album. The boy was a hard worker, that was for sure, but Jimin worried about him. It was freezing cold outside and the elder always struggled to get himself warm in the harsh weather. It was probably down to his lack of sleep; Yoongi would put his work before breathing if he could, so his body probably wasn’t making much effort to warm itself up. But he was also a grown man and it wasn’t for Jimin to try and dictate to him what he should and shouldn’t do. So, Jimin tried to enjoy the rest of his Christmas Eve as much as possible without worrying about the elder. They had been granted two days off; Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, before their schedules started back up again. Every day off was precious when you worked in the idol industry and so he threw himself onto the sofa in their lounge and turned on the TV.
“Where’s Yoongi?” Jimin heard someone ask during the second film he had put on, and when the sofa dipped next to him he realised it was Seokjin.
“He went to the studio.” Jimin grumbled in reply.
“On Christmas Eve?” Seokjin gasped, “I thought you had plans for tonight?”
“Well, I had surprise plans.” Jimin sighed, “He didn’t know about them yet. They were lame anyway so it doesn’t matter.”
“They weren’t lame, it was a cute idea. I know Yoongi can sometimes come across as a grumpy old man but he loves all that mushy stuff deep down.” Seokjin said thoughtfully, and Jimin quipped a small smile.
“That’s true. He’ll deny it to his grave but I saw him shed a few tears at Love Actually when Taehyung ripped it from some American site.” Jimin giggled, “I can’t believe he’s gone to the studio on Christmas Eve. It’s our day off! Damn Min Yoongi, working hard all the time. I don’t think the word ‘break’ is in his vocabulary.”
“It’s a real shame. Tonight would have been the night, huh?” Seokjin replied sadly.
“Tonight can still be the night, hyung.” Jimin retorted adamantly, “He said he’d be home before I go to bed. The plan was for midnight anyway so he should be home before that. He knows I like to go to bed early if I can.”
“That’s good. I wish you the best of luck, and hopefully you’ll be roasting his nuts on your open fire this Christmas.” Seokjin teased with a wink, and Jimin spluttered with disgust. Before the younger had a chance to throttle him, he sprinted towards the bathroom and locked the door, his loud laughter clear to hear even through the thick door.
The next few hours passed uneventfully, and Jimin soon found himself dozing off with the TV still flickering in front of him. When he woke up, it was pitch black outside and all of the light were turned on. A blanket was draped across him, and Jimin had never been so thankful as even under the thick fabric he could feel that the temperature had dropped considerably and he would have been a little icicle if he wasn’t wrapped up like a burrito. The rest of the boys truly did look out for him.
Blearily, Jimin reached out for his phone and checked the time. He felt his heart drop as he saw 11:15pm flash up on his screen because he was pretty sure he would have woken up if the front door had opened. Even so, he pulled himself off the sofa and scanned the dorm to see if Yoongi had managed to slip in without him realising. He found the rest of the boys in their usual places; Taehyung and Jeongguk playing video games in one of the bedrooms, Seokjin sprawled out on his bed watching a drama on his laptop, Namjoon also on his laptop but working on some beats for a new song, Hoseok listening to music in the kitchen while making a hot chocolate. But there was no sign of Yoongi everywhere.
“Did Yoongi come home yet?” Jimin asked loudly as nonchalantly as possible to no one in particular.
“Don’t think so.” Namjoon’s voice called out from his bedroom, and Jimin sighed. He pulled his phone from his pocket and tried ringing him. Two times. Three times. No answer.
By around the sixth try Jimin realised that Yoongi probably wasn’t going to answer his phone at all. He was often like this; when he immersed himself into his work there was no way with connecting with him from the outside world. He wouldn’t even register his phone ringing. But still, it was cold and dark and Jimin was pretty sure it had started snowing and what if Yoongi wasn’t answering his phone because he’d slipped on the ice and hurt himself? Or he had caught the bus and was now stuck on it because it couldn’t drive through the snow? Even though Yoongi wouldn’t need to catch the bus seen as it was only a short walk away, but it was still a possibility. What if he had frozen to death? His body was sensitive to the cold, after all. Jimin was starting to panic and if he didn’t know for sure that Yoongi was still in the studio then he was going to have a meltdown.
Grabbing a big shopping bag, Jimin threw in all the components of the surprise into it and then grabbed a blanket for good measure. If Yoongi wasn’t going to come home for his surprise, then the surprise was going to go to him.
***
Yoongi wasn’t sure whether it had been a few minutes or a few hours, but it felt like a few years that he had been sitting in his desk chair. His back ached, his head pounded, but he was adamant that he was not leaving the studio until these lyrics were done. There was no way he could enjoy Christmas Day knowing that he had half-finished lyrics sitting on his desk.
“I called you but you never picked up. I’ve been so worried, why didn’t you answer your phone?” Yoongi heard a voice huff behind him, and when he swivelled round his chair he found a red nosed, pouty Jimin standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi asked, “Come closer to the heater, your cheeks are bright red!”
“The temperature has dropped and the roads are all icy. I tried ringing you a bunch of times and you didn’t pick up so I panicked!” Jimin cried, and Yoongi noticed that the younger had a blanket tucked under one of his arms and a large bag under the other. “If my nose falls off from the cold I’m blaming you.”
“That’s fair. What’s the blanket for?” Yoongi nodded at the fabric under Jimin’s arm, raising an eyebrow.
“This is for when I kill you for not answering your phone and I have to hide your body.” Jimin hissed, but there was a small grin painted across his face.
“Cute.” Yoongi chuckled, getting up from his desk chair and throwing himself on the sofa squished against the wall on the other side of the room, “What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s like half eleven, hyung.” Jimin sighed, and oh, that’s why he was panicking. Yoongi had promised to be back before Jimin went to bed but he was still sitting in the studio nearing midnight and wasn’t even close to done. “What is this, twenty questions?”
“Oh shit. Sorry.” Yoongi mumbled awkwardly, patting the sofa next to him as a sign for Jimin to sit down. The younger complied, throwing the bag by his feet and draping the blanket over them both. The elder subtly snuggled closer to Jimin under the guise of trying to fit them both under the blanket. He toed at the bag to try and get a peek inside, but Jimin kicked softly at his leg before he had a chance to see anything.
“Stop being so nosey, it’s a surprise.” Jimin giggled, pushing the bag further from Yoongi’s reach with his foot. Yoongi got up from the sofa and Jimin whined, scared that he had annoyed the elder, but he just grabbed his notebook from the desk and settled himself back down onto the sofa, somehow much closer to the heat of Jimin’s body than he was before.
“I’m not leaving until I have these damn lyrics finished.” Yoongi sighed, scribbling at the notebook furiously on top of what was already written.
“They’ll still be there after Christmas.” Jimin said softly. He glanced Yoongi up and down before continuing, “Hyung, you’re shivering. Scoot up closer to me so we can share heat.”
Yoongi was a sucker for Park Jimin, that was for sure. Anything the boy asked, he would do, and so he slid across the sofa and fit under Jimin’s arm like a jigsaw piece. Not that Jimin would probably see it that way. He was just looking out for his friend. Jimin was one of the most caring people Yoongi had ever met; always checking that the whole group were eating enough and sleeping enough and not overworking themselves. Yoongi took the opportunity to snuggle his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck. Only slightly. He didn’t want to make it too obvious.
“The snow was getting pretty heavy when I got here, hyung.” Jimin murmured, his hand absentmindedly stroking across Yoongi’s back, “It was really pretty. I’ve never seen it snow on Christmas before, it’s like a movie.”
“You’re so easily pleased.” Yoongi replied fondly, his breath ghosting across Jimin’s neck, “Maybe tomorrow we can take a walk in the snow, does that jingle your bells?”
“You’re such a nerd. Never say that again.” Jimin snorted, “I can’t believe I didn’t have time to go home this Christmas. I wanted to see the look on my brothers face when he sees I got him the game console he wanted. But no, we have a schedule to attend on the 26th. What kind of cruel monster wants an interview on the 26th?”
“Probably the same cruel monster that decided to make it colder than the arctic in here tonight.” Yoongi sighed, shivering as if to prove a point, “Part of the job though, I suppose. We knew we were signing our lives away. At least all seven of us are together for Christmas, I guess.”
The pair fell into a comfortable silence, Yoongi still writing notes and Jimin scrolling through his phone mindlessly. The elder didn’t make any attempt to move away from Jimin’s arm, instead sliding further into the embrace until he had somehow found his head lying across the younger’s lap, holding his notebook in the air. Jimin seemed content with this, or at least made no attempt to remove the elder from his lap. It was a little hard to write with nothing to press against but like hell would Yoongi pass the opportunity to be so close to the younger. They stayed like this for a while, Jimin’s hand occasionally wandering down to Yoongi’s hair and patting it soothingly, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. It wasn’t until Yoongi scribbled out his lyrics for the fourth time that he spoke again.
“Why did you stay here anyway? I’m surprised you didn’t try to drag my ass home.” Yoongi quipped, not looking away from his notebook. These lyrics were going to be the death of him.
“You were adamant that you wanted to stay, remember? Plus, if we had left we might not have made it home in time for midnight. Not in this weather.” Jimin stated, “I had plans for tonight. That’s why you can’t look in the bag yet. And also why I’m mad you didn’t come home when you said, but I’ll get over it.”
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi apologised for the second time that evening, “How long is it until midnight?”
“About ten minutes.”
“Ten more minutes for me to write lyrics then.” Yoongi muttered, and he could hear a very soft sigh from beside him. Yoongi immersed himself into his lyrics for the next few minutes, until he felt a feather-light tap on his shoulder. He grunted in response.
“I didn’t realise I spent the last half an hour with a gorilla.” Jimin giggled, a small yawn creeping over him, “It’s two minutes until midnight, hyung. Time for the surprise.”
Jimin pushed Yoongi off his lap and hopped off the sofa and started rooting through his bag, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two big bags of honey butter chips. He held them up with a big grin.
“This is the surprise? Champagne and a bag of chips? I’m swooning.” Yoongi grimaced, but chuckled despite himself and peered at the bottle. It was pretty strong stuff. The boy didn’t skimp out on it, at least.
“No, this is for after the surprise. Stop talking, we have one minute.”
He bent back down to root through the bag again and Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t take the opportunity to admire Jimin’s figure. The younger worked hard to keep himself fit and in shape and that was something that Yoongi really admired. When Jimin popped back up, he held a kind of sad looking green leafy plant in his hand.
“What the hell is that? Why have you brought a handful of oregano with you?” Yoongi asked, taking a swift step back, “I’m really fucking allergic to that! When you said you came here to kill me I thought you were joking.”
“Oh my god, shut up! We have like thirty seconds!” Jimin screeched, before storming forward and wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s waist. Butterflies swooped around Yoongi’s stomach at the touch and suddenly he was enveloped with warmth as Jimin dragged the elder closer to him. Jimin was so close, too close, his warm breath tickling Yoongi’s cheeks and he held up the weird oregano leaf above their heads before looking straight into the elder’s eyes. His head came closer, unbearably close, until Yoongi could feel Jimin’s warm breath on his face.
“Merry Christmas, hyung.”
Soft lips asked for permission as they pressed onto Yoongi’s lightly and he gratefully accepted, taking all the warmth he could. The thought that he would be kissing Jimin at the stroke of midnight hadn’t crossed his mind but it was everything he could have asked for, warm and sweet and soft, so very soft. Jimin’s hand gently caressed Yoongi’s waist and he felt the leaf dropped to the floor beside them as the younger gently placed the hand holding it on Yoongi’s chin, his fingers dancing along his jawline. The kiss lasted what felt like a lifetime but not long enough, and Yoongi chased Jimin’s lips as the younger pulled away with a giggle.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that. I’ve been stressing about it for days.” Jimin sighed contently, both hands now locked around Yoongi’s waist, his head resting on top of Yoongi’s shoulder, “I don’t know how I would have played it off if you hated it.”
“Who said I enjoyed it?” Yoongi teased, testing the waters by running his fingers through Jimin’s hair. When he got a satisfied hum in response, he took it as a green light to carry on.
“Your lips did when they tried to suck my soul out of me. Either that or you’re secretly a Dementor.” Jimin replied and Yoongi could almost feel the smirk radiating off him even though he couldn’t see it.
“How did you know I wasn’t going to be completely freaked out when you kissed me, anyway.”
“Please, hyung.” Jimin sighed, rolling his eyes but a grin glued to his face. He pulled his arms away from Yoongi and the elder instantly craved the warmth, realising he didn’t want Jimin to let go anytime soon, “I’m not oblivious. I’ve seen you checking me out in the mirror during dance practice. That, and Seokjin-hyung told me that you confessed to him that you liked me.”
“I’m going to kill that man. What is this, the school playground? I can't believe you lot gossip about who I crush on.” Yoongi growled, but there was no bite to the words and he found himself smiling even so.
“Hey, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have had that out of body experience of a kiss.” Jimin smirked, before throwing himself on the sofa and popping open one of the bottles of champagne. Yoongi’s heart dropped when the cork flew out of the bottle, scared that it would hit his computer, but it landed uneventfully on the floor in the corner of the room.
“So that was my Christmas surprise, huh? Ten out of ten for effort but the presentation could have used a bit of work. Kissing under the oregano?” Yoongi raised his eyebrow, grabbing two mugs that had been left on his desk and holding them out for Jimin to fill. Not exactly classy, but it was hard to be classy when they lived the schedule they did. “Also, I think that was under the twenty thousand won limit we set for Christmas presents, cheapskate.”
“It was a piece of mistletoe, you dick! It wouldn’t have been so limp if you had actually come home when you said you would, it got crushed by the champagne I think. It’s romantic, okay?” Jimin huffed, sloshing the drink into the mugs. Pouty Jimin made an appearance and Yoongi would never admit how much his heart melted at the sight. Jimin continued, “Besides, for your information that bottle of champagne cost way over the limit alone, thank you very much. Plus, that kiss was better than anything I could have bought for twenty thousand won so stop complaining.”
“You got me there. A bold move from you, considering you were too scared to ring room service after our last Japan fanmeet even though you hadn’t eaten all day because it’s too late and what if they judge me for ordering a bowl of noodles at three in the morning?” Yoongi put on a high pitched voice at the last part at a poor attempt of mimicking Jimin, “Would never have thought you’d make the first move.”
“I’m just full of surprises.” Jimin giggled, before placing the mugs back down on the desk. He stood up and pressed a chaste kiss onto Yoongi’s lips, “Just like that. Bet you weren’t expecting a second one.”
“I think it’s a surprise I’ll never get sick of.” Yoongi smiled, bright and fond, and Jimin threw one back with a scrunched nose and the happiest eyes. Yoongi fake gagged at himself and Jimin rolled his eyes in response.
“You just had to kill the moment, didn’t you hyung.” Jimin sighed.
“I can’t do this romantic cheesy stuff for too long. I don’t want people to think I’ve gone soft.”
“It’s too late, people started thinking you were soft when they found out about your Kumamon obsession.”
“Merry Christmas, Park Jimin. Never change.” Yoongi chuckled, before pulling in Jimin for another kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Min Yoongi.” Jimin smiled against the elder’s lips, “Now, where’s my present?”