"That was a great movie." Jimin said.
I yawned. "I always get so tired during Christmas movies."
"You're not the only one." Jimin pointed at Yoongi. I looked at the human that was hugging my body, snoring slightly. I chuckled and shook him.
"Wake up, I have to go home." I said. He didn't answer. "Yoongi, get up or I'll push you."
"You wouldn't." He mumbled. So he was awake? I pushed him. "You little-"
"Your sister is here." Jimin interrupted him.
"She's probably asleep. Why did you push me off?"
"You thought I wouldn't push you off? Awe, how cute." I cooed.
"I've fallen and I can't get up." Yoongi said.
"Well stay down, I'm going home."
"You're not going alone." Jimin said. "Yoongi, you can go and rest up. I'll take Hoseok home."
"No no, it's fine. I'll take him," Yoongi got up. "Come on."
Jimin said nothing. Yoongi just narrowed his eyes at Jimin and fixed his hair. He took my hand and pulled me with him. As soon as we stepped outside, a handful of snow just splattered onto my face. Well, not literally. But you know what I mean. It was snowing. It was actually snowing. I squealed and ran back inside.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asked. "You didn't know it was snowing?"
"No!" I said. "And look at what I'm wearing!" They looked at my clothes and I suddenly felt insecure. I wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just some jeans and a full-sleeved shirt. "Okay, stop staring."
"What's wrong with your clothes?" Yoongi asked.
"It's snowing and my clothes aren't gonna help me survive this walk."
"Here," He took off his jacket and gave it to me. "Wear that. I'll go get another jacket."
"Oh," I mumbled. He already walked away so I couldn't refuse. I put on his jacket and noticed Jimin smirking. "What are you looking at, punk?" I said. "Square up, hoe. Fight me."
"You're gonna regret picking a fight with me, shorty."
"Look who's talking. And I'm not short."
"Yeah sure, how tall are you? Like, four foot something?"
"I'm offended. Don't talk to me." I crossed my arms. I saw Yoongi walking down the stairs. "Let's go, babe. Jimin is being mean."
"Babe?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"
"Since now. Let's go." I walked out and Yoongi followed after me. He put an arm around my shoulder and walked by my side. "Yoongi," I whined. "I'm still cold."
"Hold on," We stopped walking and he zipped down his jacket. He held my arms and pulled me closer to him. He put my arms around his torso and hugged me closer. So if people see it, they'll see us hugging and his jacket around both of us. I instantly felt warm. "Are you cold now?"
"No." I smiled sheepishly. "But how are we gonna get home like this?"
"Take my other jacket."
"No fucking way, you'll freeze to death."
"What about you? I can handle the cold for a few minutes."
"I'm still not taking your jacket. And you're taking it off. No, don't give it to me. Yoongi." I groaned as he put his other jacket around me.
"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.