soonhoon imagine || l.jh + k.sy

even through foggy glasses i can see the stars in your eyes

Jihoon doesn't think he has felt colder in his life. Not once, in all 20 years of walking this earth, has he felt the cold he does now. His jeans were no longer doing anything for him except for letting wind up his legs, his poorly chosen tennis shoes practically soaked due to walking through drifts of snow, not only ruining his shoes but also his socks, his toes nearly floating in his scrappy shoes due to the amounts of melted snow within them. And to top it all off, the only protection he had from the freezing wind and blowing snow was a flimsy jacket, not even close to being sufficient for winter weather, but it was all he could find in the hurry he was in that morning. No gloves, no hat, just his glasses to protect his eyes - which did no real protecting if you asked Jihoon.

"What a day this has been..." Jihoon muttered through his chattering teeth. Jihoon wasn't embarrassed to be talking outloud to himself walking down the sidewalk, since there wasn't another soul in sight. "Late to one class, didn't finish my final project for another, stayed way too late at the library and missed the last bus. So I'm stuck walking home on one of the coldest days of the year. Just perfect."

It definitely hasn't been one of Jihoon's best days. Especially now, as he slowly started to lose feeling in his fingers. No matter how far he shoved his hands into his coat pockets it didn't help, they were still encased in the wind's freezing touch. His ears had lost all meaning a few blocks back, his black hair too flimsy and short to even brush the tips of his ears. Even if his hair was long enough to cover his ears, the wind was so intense and constant that the strands would be floating away from his head the entire time.

As Jihoon marched down the city sidewalk he played with the idea, several times, of stopping somewhere. Whether a restaurant, cafe, even a bookstore; just somewhere that he could get out of the blowing cold. But he always talked himself out of it, convincing himself that he was almost home and that he could make it. He was heavily regretting those decisions and truly hating himself for not stopping because now he could barely feel any of his limbs. One thing he could feel was his stomach, and it was rumbling loud and clear for anyone near enough to hear and Jihoon grumbled along with it. He quickened his steps as much as he could with the feeling left in his legs and hardened his determination to make it to the warmth of his home.

As he walked Jihoon's glasses started to fog up, just like a windshield when you first get in your car on a cold winter morning. Add that to the snow and water that were constantly leaving streaks across the fragile glass and you could say that Jihoon no longer had the gift of sight. Jihoon muttered and cursed under his breath as he slowly dragged his hands out of his pockets. He stared at his hands, observing how red they were and wondered if he would even be able to bend his fingers. He had to give it a shot though, so he raised his arms, cold and snow blowing into his sleeves, and grabbed his glasses, pulling them down off his nose. Jihoon's sight went from slightly visible to a world of blur once he took off his glasses and he nearly slipped. Jihoon blinked a couple times, squinting a bit, but it did no use. Jihoon still had a little sight without his glasses - only a miniscule bit - but with the dark night sky and blowing snow, he was practically blind.

Jihoon was dreading this next step most of all. Using what little control of his fingers he had left Jihoon gripped his jacket's zipper and pulled down. Immediately a piercing wind blew through the opening zip and right under Jihoon's white long sleeve, breezing over Jihoon's skin and racking his body with an aggressive shiver. Jihoon cried out in sorrow as he completely unzipped his jacket. As quickly as possible he dropped his hands down so he could wipe off his glasses with his shirt. He wished he could use his jacket but the material would only smear the snow and blur his glasses more. Wind continued to blow up Jihoon's chest when he grabbed the fabric of his shirt and Jihoon cursed himself.

"I hate this I hate this I hate this," he kept muttering to himself as he attempted to clear off his windows to the world. After a minute Jihoon raised his arm, squinting as he brought the specs closer to his face. Jihoon could just barely make out the thin golden wiring of his wide glasses, seeing smudges near the top instead of the thick black rim that was there. Every second Jihoon was losing more feeling from his fingers so he knew he had to finish up fast, questioning if there was any warmth left in his pockets for his hands to return to.