A/n: most of this chapter is *cute* < Jackson voice.
Jimin's POV
"Taehyungie?" I call out his name cautiously as I make my way deeper into the winter woods, my cold breath forming a smoky fume to appear in front of me, the warmth instantly being smothered by the frigid atmosphere.
My eyes scan over the heavy white layers of forest, trying to pick out a certain creature in a white polo long sleeve and bright red parka lurking somewhere in the bushes.
With alternating steps between my feet, I make sure every angle is visible to me at wary intervals. The snow, crunching and crumbling as I apply pressure upon the the white carpet with my black boots.
A loud sound, crispy against the soothing whispers of the winter wind, scratched at my left ear, my entire body spinning to face the direction where the disturbance emitted from. I stoop down to the snow, sufficiently making the frozen terrain into ammo.
I pop up and load the snowball, creeping carefully towards some bushes where I suspect the find the culprit that gave away their position. Flattening myself upon a thick tree next to where the bushes once rustled abnormally, I peek ever so carefully around the trunk.
A glimpse of burning red against the simplicity of snow peeks its way to my vision and I fire, no hesitation being made by my actions.
It was a harsh thud, an angled throw hitting perfectly as a section of the red had been painted to broken white. "Thought you could hide huh," I asked amused, eyeing my snowball that I proudly nailed him in the back with.
He says nothing for some time, or rather, he doesn't even move, and I start to question.
Did I hit him too hard? Is he upset with me?Maybe I really did hurt him?
Getting closer, I tap on his shoulder hesitantly, not sure what to expect.
"Hey.. Taehyun-" my sentence gets cut off midway, a sudden cold splint of pain landing on the back of my unprotected neck.
I had heard the crunching of the snow before I felt the numbness of it, but couldn't react fast enough.
He had caught me off guard, coming around the tree to ambush me and get me in the back of the neck. Who even thinks that complicated when participating in a snowball fight, taking off his jacket just to trick me.
"Sucker," he giggles, grabbing his red parka and darting away, and the liitle salt I felt when he got me starts residing in my veins.
Loading up on my single ammo that'll be the winning shot, I dash after him through the still winter wonder land; making me the only moving object as I seem to be the only thing moving in a white screen.
Finally when I caught up to this mischievous boy in red, he was standing still by the middle tree looking out of breathe as he had his hands propping him up against his knees.
My breathing wasn't close to steady either, but I still head full speed towards him. As soon as he sees me, an anxious laugh and a curse under his breathe gets let loose, his face looking like it's become paler; or maybe it was just the effect of the white around us.
He puts up his hand in a stop position, a nervous smile on his face as I slow down to walk towards him in an intimidating way; throwing up and catching what will hit him like a brick in a few seconds.
When I finally get close enough that it's face to face, he holds my wrist back that had the snow already up to bomb him with.
He starts begging in a playful way as he passes his eyes from me to the snowball and even more anxiously back at me, and I kept repeating "let me," in a serious tone.
After this continued on for some time, he changed to pleading"wait" multiple times and I heeled, deciding to let him tell me what he wanted before I bombard him with this snowball and more to come.
He steps back out of the danger zone, his eyes glancing everywhere as an almost inaudible "ah sound left his mouth.
It looked like he was trying to think of something quick since I guess he wasn't expecting me to give him a chance.
When I found that he was just stalling from receiving his faith, I raised my hand with the snowball again but he instantly told me to wait again with a panicked laugh escaping his lips.
I kept my hand up though, waiting for whatever he was going to say to me.
Putting his hands shyly behind his back, he skips gently closer to me, and I give him a wary look up and down, not sure of what he was planning.
He catches me off guard when he gives my a peck on the cheek unexpectedly, slipping his hands around my waist after and gently pulling me closer.
I tense up as I begin to squirm, trying to get out of his strong embrace, trying to not fall for his cuteness cause I really wanted to nail him in the back with a snowball.
But his rain of kisses became my weakness, and when he noticed how soft it made me be, he did his signature rectangle smile to top it off. I somehow melt right there even in the frigid temperature, and he lets me go.
"I hate you," I mumble softly as I crumble to the ground, my hands free of snow as I cover my face in embarrassment. "Why are you my weakness?"
" I don't know, guess I'm just your kryptonite then Superman," He says with an achieving laugh, laying down next to me, and I just glance at him through my fingers blocking my face.
He starts moving his arms and legs like he's doing jumping jacks on the snow, and I couldn't help but be amused at his actions.!
"What are you doing?" I chuckle as I finally get all the heart struck feelings go.
"I'm making a snow angel," he informs me, and a mischievous idea pops into my head. I slowly crawl on top of him, his arms and legs stopping as he stares up at me curiously.
I bend down to him, my lips next to his ear, my cold breath caressing it. "You're my angel," I whisper in a low, tender tone, making sure the words lingers for longer than necessary.
He lies sprawled out, his hands slowly going to cover his face as an embarrassed smile takes his expression and his face turns a sudden shade of red. "Oh god, shut up!"he giggles as he tries to hide his face. "You freaking suck with your cheesy pick up lines."
"What, I can't say cute things to my boyfriend?" I question amused, literally sitting on top of him as I used my hands that propped me up to try and pull away his hands. "Come on, let me see you beautiful smile."
"No. Don't touch me," he playfully scowls as he doesn't want me to see his face, but I kept yanking at his hands gently trying to pry them off.
Finally I'm able to move his hands out of the way, and the sight of him causes my breathe to hitch in my throat. He lays with his brown curls against the plain snow, making it somehow sparkle.
How is he so breathtaking? Have I fallen this much for his charms that he literally shimmers to me?
My eyes descend down to his lips and it lingers, a sweet sensation pulsing through me as I remember the feeling of his against mine.
I bite my own automatically like it's a craving, my gaze daring to move up to his, and his eyes hesitantly look into mine, a look of anticipation coming from him. "Jimin?"
I begin to lean down without thinking, wanting to taste his sweet lips once more, and as I come closer, he softly giggles stop as he weakly pushes against my chest.
My lips passed ghostly against his, almost fully connecting but he pretends to sneeze on my face, making me pull away as my features become all contorted and I just freeze from the impact.
"Heeheh," bubbles up as a little laugh from him as he slides out from under me and makes his way over to the car; the old abandoned car that we decorated and cleaned to make it homely and comfortable.
I sit there for some time, processing what had just happened that moment when I was about to steal a kiss.
When I finally decide to follow him, I look in to see him gazing at me with such an innocent look as he's under a blanket, but I give him a agitated look in return.
I climb in, sitting next to him but turning my body away from him as I crossed my arms.
"Jimin," he says softly, and I can't explain how much will power it took my to withstand that tone. "Jimin."
I'm just gonna give him the silent treatment.
"Jiminie, Chim Chim, Jiminah," He playfully calls me with different names, but I continue to keep my lips sealed. "Why are you upset?"
I give him a Hmph as I turn more away from him, trying to show him that I wasn't gonna answer so he should give up, but he comes closer and gives me a back hug, pulling my backwards so that I lean on him as he wraps his arms around me.
"Why are you upset?" He ask in a whispery tone, and I crack, keeping silent isn't in my vocabulary anyway.
"Because you rejected my kiss," I pout as I mumble, giving him a look before I wiggle out of his hold and scoot a little away from him, my arms still crossed.
"Jiminah jiminah jiminah," he purposely calls in a cute voice, knowing it's my weakness, knowing how I love it when he calls me like that, and I turn to him trying to still look upset, my pout becoming more forced as this goes on.
"What? I question, straining my voice to sound really upset.
He leans in and gives me a long and deep kiss, this unexpected on my part, my crossed arms being broken from his impact so I wouldn't fall.
I try to back away, but he continues to keep up until I'm pushed against to door of the car. With the door to prop me up, I gently push at his chest trying to get some space, but my arms melt the longer we kissed. I'm melting from the feeling, and he grins into it because he knows what he's doing to me.
After a while, he pulls away to get his breathing back to normal, and I kinda needed that because I started to suffocate, but I miss the feeling of his lips already.
I didn't want him to stop.
I scoot closer to him and tangle myself with him, covering with the blanket so we can snuggle.
"Still upset?" He asked with an amused tone, his voice rumbling since my ear is to his neck. I forgot I was annoyed by him.
"No, though you did swerve my kiss," I remind him, thinking about it making me frown but a playful frown. "so how come your allowed to kiss me but I can't kiss you first?"
"You can kiss me first, but I like catching you by surprise," he admits, his hug become more firm. "I like when you kiss back Jimin."
I begin to play with the necklace he gave me because I started to become shy by his words, and I feel his head shift to see what's got my attention.
He gently grabs my hand that's holding the necklace, picking up his own necklace and connecting them together. "You know you mean so much to me, right Jimin?" He whispers as he snuggles his nose to my ear, and my breath becomes shallow from his words. I softly nod my head, finding my voice gone.
This is why I've fallen so heard for this person. He makes my heart race faster than it should, giving me a full feeling in my stomach and chest.
We sit there for a little longer, and a little whisk of wind causes a chill to shoot through me.
"Should we head back?" he asks as we seem to just be chilling in the cold, his hand covering mine as he gently rubs them.
"Let's just stay a little longer," I suggest as I snuggle into his embrace a little more. I'm loving this too much. "Is that fine with you Tae?"
"Once I'm with you, anything is better than fine."
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We took a warm bath together once we reach back to the cabin. I had let Taehyung lay back against my chest when we were chilling in the bathtub, talking about the most random things like how we're technically wearing swim trunks during winter right now. I felt his laugh vibrate against me as I heard it caress my ears.
As I played with his fingers absent minded, I couldn't help but stare at the scars on his arms that were inflicted by his mother; how bad they were.
I know he rarely let's anyone see them, telling me once that he was ashamed of them. It hurts my heart to remember how his life used to be, that wretched woman inflicted so many injuries upon him.
I can't fully say that I hate her to her rotten core though, because the only thing she seemed to do right in her life was give birth to Taehyung; and I'm thankful for that. I kiss his knuckles, his reaction a confused but amused look.
We finally get out and start to get ready. I let Taehyung change here as I head back to my room. The cold atmosphere hit my half wet skin, and I dash carefully to my room trying not to freeze to death on the way there.
When I get out Taehyungs already sitting at the table, playing with his fingers as he waits for either me or the dinner. I sit down next to him, scooting my chair sneakily closer to his so our shoulders are touching. We share a smile, like we have our own inside joke
"What's so funny?" My mom asks curiously as she sets dinner in front of us and we instantly get drawn by it, or hungry stares eyeing it.
"Nothing." I say over excitedly as I glance up at her quickly, my hands already to the knife and fork.
"Okay, don't tell me then, I didn't want to know anyway." She laughs as she watches us chug down her cooking. "Just hoping you guys don't choke."
When we're done stuffing our faces, I take a glimpse at taehyung's hanging hand, deciding to scoop it into mine, causing him to look at me.
Our table had a wooden surface, so my mum wouldn't see. We secretly smile together trying to not draw too much attention to ourselves with the irregular random moment of happiness. Honestly I feel like we're failing though, because I'm smiling like an idiot to myself right now.
Just as I try to chock down the bubbling feeling that making me just want to strangely laugh, I hear the front door open and slam extra loud and a curse word following.
Somethings off.
It draws my mom and I attention to that direction, and Taehyung follows us not knowing what's happening.
My dad walks by the kitchen in a swift motion, and my mom and I give each other a worried look. She tries to reassure me by patting my shoulder, but her eyes weren't as persuading. She follows in his direction quickly to see what's up, and I sit there stunned.
Why did the atmosphere feel so bad?
Why did it shift to such an awful feeling?
Why did everything seem to become so much more darker in such an lighthearted moment?
Taehyung seem to not notice my uneasiness, and I'm thankful I'm hiding it well.
They start to argue; Why are they arguing so loud for the first time? Its not pleasing to the ears, I don't like this.
It's sounds like thunder, how agressive and rumbly it is as it booms from the next room over.
I hate thunder so much.
"Jimin you okay?" Taehyung asks worriedly, snapping me out of the little anxiety attack that I'm having as I let go of his hand, realising that I probably squeezed it too tight.
"Yeah," I lie. I don't want to worry him. "Why do you ask?"
"You play with your necklace when something's bother you," he informs me, and I instantly let go of it.
"Jimin please tell me, what's wrong?" He plead slightly, his voice serious.
I know he hears them fighting, but he probably just thinks it's normal. Well it is normal for married couples to fight right? Maybe I'm overreacting. They used to argue sometimes, but it's just been happen frequently now.
It just scares me.
"Taehyung?" I call his name as steady as I can, trying to not let my voice betray me, gulping as I'm about to ask him a favour. "Can you sleep in my room tonight?"