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Jimin had always hated skiing.
It was so scary to him; all the balance that he’d gained over the years of being a dancer seemed to disappear when he was strapped into those two flimsy sticks they called skis. He’d much rather be sitting inside the lodge, drinking hot chocolate and basking in the warmth of the indoors, but of course Hoseok had to drag him out to his demise.
“I’m gonna go check out the bigger slopes, so you stay over here,” Hoseok said with an innocent grin, motioning to the bunny slopes he’d plopped Jimin on. Jimin was about to protest, but Hoseok was already gone, trudging up the hill and towards the ski lift.
For around half an hour, Jimin tried to enjoy himself, but being alone stuck to two planks of wood was more terrifying than anything else, so eventually he, too, trudged over towards the ski lift. The lodge was at the top of the hill, so he would have to ride it all the way back.
As he waited in line, someone came in behind him, and out of the corner of his eye Jimin could see a fluff of mint hair at about the same level of his own. When the worker seated him, he told Jimin to wait before putting on his seatbelt and motioned for the man behind Jimin to join him as well. Jimin wasn’t in the mood to protest, so he complied easily, jumping into the lift and buckling carefully. The man checked their seat belts and nodded before starting the lift again.
After a few moments of silence, Jimin glanced at the man beside him. He seemed to be the same height as Jimin, with bright mint hair to contrast his off putting expression. The man caught Jimin’s eyes and glanced back, flashing a small smile before clearing his throat.
“Hi,” the man said, red tinging the tip of his nose. “My name’s Yoongi.”
“Jimin.”
Yoongi nodded softly and let his gaze wander out into the tree line. “So, what’re you here for? Other than skiing, obviously.”
“Well, I don’t really like skiing in the first place,” Jimin said softly, picking at the heavy boots on his feet. “My friend wanted me to go, but he left me on the bunny slopes.”
Yoongi chuckled softly. “I definitely feel you there. My friend, Taehyung, he got all excited and ran off without me, so I decided to come back.”
Jimin smiled, scratching the back of his neck. Before either of them could say anything, they were at the end of the ride, getting pulled off quickly by the operator before the ride started up again.
“Do you want a drink?” Yoongi asked at the trudged into the lodge, warmth hitting their snow-covered bodies like a wall.
“I don’t drink, but thank you.” It felt quiet, Jimin noticed, as he glanced around. “Are we the only two people here?”
Yoongi shrugged indifferently. “Maybe. D you want a hot chocolate?” he asked, pointing to a box of hot chocolate packs labeled ‘FREE’. Jimin smiled and nodded, watching Yoongi as he padded over to the stove and took the kettle that was already boiled. Yoongi handed him the cup, and Jimin bobbed his head gratefully with a small ‘thank you’.
They sat for a while, talking about this and that, while occasionally commenting on the fact that no one had come into the lodge for quite some time. It wasn’t until Jimin happened to glance outside the window that he realized why they were all alone. “Um . . .” he stuttered out suddenly, pointing to the window. “Snow . . .”
Outside the window, snow had piled up nearly as tall as the door, covering the entrance – and their exit – to the lodge.
Yoongi chuckled again, an odd sound for someone trapped inside a skiing lodge. “Well,” he began softly, flashing a gentle grin, “At least I’m stuck with someone cute.”