Problems

Problem number one.

Yoongi blew the smoke out of his lungs.
The feeling sending shivers down his spine, or maybe it was the deafening cold of winter....or
maybe it was because it was raining.
He sighed as he stared at the cigarette between his middle and fore finger.
The rain hitting his boots and the pavement underneath him.
He was sitting down in the corner of the alley way. He looked up at the sky, the only shelter from the rain hitting his face being the brim of his hat.
The rain fell around him, hitting the ground with soft pitter patters.
He sat there, mindlessly watching the rain fall, and watching the people move about the busy Hong Kong streets outside the alley way, along with the occasional alley cat that decided to pass upon him.
Min Yoongi didn't much like cats, in fact. Min yoongi didn't like much of anything. He glared at the few people who would stare at him questioningly when they passed. Rolling his eyes and continuing to smoke.
He shivered again, his teeth chattering slightly. He was only in a hoodie, skinny jeans, and black doc martins.
Underneath that he was completely naked. He was so cold.
And he wouldn't admit it if you asked. But he would give anything to be warm again.
He pulled his arms around himself, he stopped all of his movements  as he heard footsteps approaching him.
Yoongi didn't look up, all he saw were two legs, and red converse. The legs thin and skinny, and he smelled pine.
He also realized the rain had stopped, or at least, the rain falling on him had stopped.
He finally looked up. And there was a
Shadowy figure standing above him. Shadowy only because of the darkness and the umbrella covering the both of them.
Yoongi strained his eyes up at the stranger. Just barely being able to make out male facial features, pink colored hair, and a lovely face under his own hat.
"What do you want?"
Yoongi finally asked.
The stranger met his eyes.
"Hi...." the stranger said, shifting in place, the rain dripping off the umbrella and hitting the ground with splashes that were louder than the regular rain.
Yoongi groaned.
"What. Do you want. ?" He repeated more sternly.  He stranger pursed his lips before answering.
"Uh...you don't look so good..."
he said
"What do you mean,?" Yoongi questioned.  Bringing a fresh cigarette to his lips, and having trouble lighting it with the lighter since it was so moist out.  The strangers voice was soft, unlike anyone's Yoongi had ever heard.
He found it rather attractive. Though he wouldn't admit it.
"I mean...that you don't look so good....don't you have a house?,..a home?...somewhere other to be than out in this cold rain?.."
the stranger questioned softly.
Yoongi glared up at him. "Why are you asking so many questions ?...it's none of your business anyhow." Yoongi replied shorty.
The stranger sighed softly. "I'm just trying to help..-"
Yoongi cut him off. "The last thing I need is help. Okay?...so scat."
Yoongi finally lit the cigarette and began smoking again.
"My name is jimin."  He pushed on with talking.
Yoongi looked up at him again.
Jimin was rather pretty.
"Yoongi..."
he replied, voice still filled with annoyance.  Jimin smiled. "That's a nice name" he said. "Yeah...yours is real cute." Yoongi said sarcastically.
Jimin rolled his eyes. "Chim chim is cuter." He replied.
Yoongi snorted "chim chim?"
Jimin nodded "that's what all my friends call me.."
Yoongi sniffed, "well. You and I aren't friends. So I don't think I got the pleasure of callin you 'chim chim'....so why are you bothering a poor soul like me. In this bad weather. Shouldn't you be home?" Yoongi asked, voice still sarcastic.  Jimin blushed. Yoongis deep voice was attractive, in a way...at least to him. Even though Yoongi was being a total asshole. He could sense that there was some sort of good in him.
"Do you want to get a drink?..."
jimin asked, knowing it was the only way he could get Yoongi off the wet street.  Yoongi looked up at him again.
"A drink?...."
jimin nodded
"Suure...."
Yoongi was broke, and he knew it, but he guessed he was gonna have to handle the bartender like he always did. A fist fight.
Jimin outstretched a hand, Yoongi took it, "your hands are freezing..." jimin said, the contact making him shiver as Yoongi stood up.
Yoongi sighed, smoke spilling out of his mouth and nose.
"Lets go"