wrapped｡ yoonseok

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"As long as you're warm, I'm fine." He smiled. I looked down as we started walking towards my house.

We got there after a few minutes of me trying to give Yoongi his jacket back. He still wouldn't budge. He would insist and I can't do anything about it.

"Now, can you take it? I'm home."

He rolled his eyes before nodding. I took both of them off and the cold instantly hit my body. He put the first jacket around me and laughed. "Keep it."

"But it's yours."

"And you're cold, right? Exactly, so shut up."

I scoffed. "What got stuck up your ass?" I mumbled.

"Money, money and money, baby." He winked. I laughed and nudged his shoulder. "Shit, I forgot the presents at Jimin's house!" I groaned. "Damn it,"

"I'll get them to you, don't worry."

"Not in this weather, you won't." I said. "I'm serious. Go back home and rest well."

"Sure, princess." He smiled. "Oh wait, I forgot. I got you another gift."

"Yeah?" I looked up at him. He leaned in closer and kissed my cheek.

"There you go." My face turned super red as I looked down.

"I'm just gonna go in," I mumbled. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself any further.

"Alright."

**

It was nine p.m. and I was getting ready to go to bed because I was tired; but the bell rang.

"Mom?! Dad?!" No answer. Right, they're not home. Of course. The whole house was dark and cold. It was silent too. Pretty creepy, if you ask me. I walked down the stairs and the bell rang again.

Picking up a nearby vase, I tip-toed to the door. I listened to see if I could recognize who was outside but they made no sound.

What if this was him? He wouldn't ring the doorbell, though.

Holding the vase up high, ready to attack, I quickly opened the door. I was about to swing but the view of a blue lightsaber stopped me.

"Yoongi? God, you're freezing." I pulled him in. He was covered in snow. He was also visibly shivering. I put down the vase and pulled him to the guest bathroom. I gave him a towel. "Take a hot shower, I'll get you some clothes." He just nodded and I left the bathroom. He could get sick if he stayed in those clothes.

I went to my room and took out some plain pajamas. I went downstairs and put them on the bed so he could take them when he was done showering.

When he was all done, he came out of the guest bedroom. "This feels so much better."

"Are you crazy?!" I yelled. "You could've died out there!"

"Oh stop exaggerating, I'm still alive."

"But you could get a cold, Yoongi."

"Getting a cold isn't deadly, princess."

"It could be." I sighed. "What are you doing here?"

"I got your presents." He shrugged.

"Didn't I tell you to stay at home and rest?"

"I didn't want to so I got your stuff." He said. I looked down at my toes then looked back up when he got closer to me. "You didn't tell me you were home alone."

"I was gonna go to sleep, what would you do if you came over?"

"Someone could've kidnapped you in your sleep."

"You always jump to the worst scenarios, Yoongi."

"They can still happen."

"Think positive."

"How can I think positive when there's-" His sentence was cut short when I leaned in closer and kissed his cheek. It surprised both Yoongi and I but at least it got him to shut up. "What was that for?"

"You wouldn't stop talking."

"Oh."

"Do you want something to eat? Come to think of it, I'm hungry."

"Sure." He mumbled. We walked to the kitchen and I pulled out a bucket of ice cream. "But it's winter."

"Yeah, that's the point. Ice cream tastes the best when the weather is cold."

"You'll get sick."

"I won't." I rolled my eyes. I opened it and as I was about to scoop some ice cream, he pulled it away.

"You will get sick, you idiot."

"I don't have anything else to eat!" I groaned.

"Well, make a sandwich."

"I'm allergic to sandwiches."

"You are?"

"No, how can one be allergic to sandwiches? It's impossible."

"It can happen. Eat something else."

"Fine," I slouched as I looked through the fridge. I got a chocolate bar and opened it. "This won't get me sick, right doctor Min?" I asked in a monotone voice, staring at him.

"I-it won't." He stuttered. I laughed and started eating the chocolate.

"This tastes great. Want some?"

"No, thanks."

"Suit yourself." I shrugged. "I'm pretty tired, what are you gonna do if I sleep?"

"I don't know." He said. "I'd probably leave after making sure you're safe."

"You sound like a husband." He just laughed. "Well, I'm going to bed, goodnight."

I walked out but his hand stopped me. He pulled me backwards and I hit his chest. He turned me around and said something. Something that I won't be able to get out of my head.

"You should get rid of the mistletoe if you don't want me to do this every time I come over."

And he kissed me.

The thing that shocked me the most was; I actually enjoyed it.