Well, here I leave you another holiday. Well, I know isn’t actually a holiday but in Korea have become like a tradition and I actually find it very romantic. ☺️
The city feels different at night—softer somehow, as if Seoul is letting out a quiet sigh after a long day. The streets around Myeongdong glow with warm light, signs flickering and music drifting faintly from shops still open. You walk beside Jimin, your hands brushing every now and then, neither of you fully committing to holding hands but never pulling away either. It’s a delicate sort of closeness, familiar yet still fluttery.
Jimin’s hood is pulled over his hair, cheeks flushed from the cold as he sips on a hot chocolate you insisted on buying for him. “You’re going to steal this,” he says, raising a brow.
“I would never,” you answer, immediately reaching for the cup.
He laughs, giving it to you without a fight. “That’s what I thought.”
The air is crisp, the breath between you two turning white. You tilt your head back, staring up at the dark blue sky. “It feels like it might snow tonight.”
Jimin glances up too. “It’s cold enough,” he agrees, bumping your shoulder with his. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
“Me?”
“Mm. I have good luck,” he says, tapping his cheek playfully. “If you’re with me, you might get some of it.”
The night hums around you—vendors closing their carts, the faint laughter of late-night shoppers, the quiet rhythm of your footsteps. You’re talking about nothing and everything when Jimin stops abruptly, his hand landing gently on your arm.
“Look.”
You follow his gaze upward. A single white flake drifts down, then another, then dozens more. Snow begins to fall slowly, softly, like the sky is deciding to whisper instead of shout.
Your breath catches. “It’s the first snow.”
“Mhm.” Jimin smiles, eyes glimmering under the streetlights. “Do you know what the first snow means?”
You shake your head, watching the snow gather on his hair. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking until the cold can’t fit there anymore.
“In Korea,” he begins softly, “there’s a saying. If you spend the first snowfall with someone you like… then it means the two of you are meant to be. That your feelings are real.” He pauses, his gaze lowering for a second as if he’s gathering courage. “Some people say it’s a kind of promise from the sky.”
Your heart thumps so loudly you’re sure he hears it. The snow keeps falling around you, catching in your lashes, melting on your lips. “A promise?” you whisper.
Jimin nods. “Yeah. And I… I want to make one with you.”
Before you can speak, he takes your hand—really takes it this time, fingers threading through yours with a certainty that makes your chest squeeze. He brings your joined hands close to his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart.
“Y/N,” he says, voice low and warm, “I like you. A lot more than I planned to. And I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you, but… I think the sky chose it for me.” He lets out a shy breath. “If this really means we’re meant to be, then… I want to do it right.”
Your lips part, but nothing comes out. The snowfall thickens, wrapping the two of you in a world that feels quiet and suspended.
“I promise,” Jimin whispers, squeezing your hand, “that I’ll stay by your side. Not just tonight. Not just because of the first snow. But because I want to. Because you matter to me.”
Your chest fills with warmth so strong it pushes tears to your eyes. You step closer, your forehead just barely brushing his. “Jimin,” you breathe, “I like you too.”
His smile is slow, soft, and glowing.
Under Seoul’s first snow, he leans in—hesitant, giving you time to pull away, which you don’t—and the moment your lips meet, the world becomes nothing but warmth falling gently from the sky.
summary: Yoongi takes his baby out to sing karaoke the night before Christmas with the two Seoks. It’s a riot with drunken caroling (read: hollering) but he's so in love that he doesn't care.
a/n: My part of the SNOWLLAB with a super lovely bunch. Pls do yoself a favor and read everyone’s stories when they drop cause I promis it’ll be amazing. <3 A big thank you to Willow for pulling this crew together. A big thank you to Willow for the prompt inspo. A big thank you to Willow for creating the banner. A big thank you to Willow for beta reading my lil story and fixing up all the lil pieces and praising me….. So basically this is one big love letter to Willow. Thanks for being the best and most amazing little holibean 💙💚
sequel: Will You(ngi) Marry Me?
Here he is now, currently regretting his inability to ever say no to your whims as he watches you skip with a couple of slips and twisted ankles along the way to the front of the small darkened room and snatch the mic off its stand. You’re bent over the karaoke machine, clumsily swiping the screen to find the song you want. After several more swipes, you squeal excitedly... and then he hears it. The reason for your excitement. The all too familiar jingling of church and sleigh bells elicits an embarrassed groan from him. You turn to face your small audience and after taking an unreasonably deep breath, you close your eyes and sing.
“I… don’t want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need…”
“Sing it girl!” Hoseok cheers, thrusting a newly opened glass bottle into the air.
“Aaall I want for Christmas…”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?!” Hoseok shrieks over the music.
“...iiiiiiss YOOOOUU...NGIII!!!” You hunch over to belt out the last note and your hair falls over your face but he doesn’t need to see you to know your features are scrunched up in order to sing past your lung capacity.
Yoongi very much wants to curl in the corner to hide from your unabashed love, but alas you, Hoseok, and Seokjin would never let him live it down, so instead he sits there trying (and failing) to fight the shy smile that overtakes his features. Even as the music grows louder, Yoongi can hear Seokjin laughing and slapping Hoseok’s thighs on the other side of the booth.
Oh god. It was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea to have agreed to go out to karaoke with Seokjin and Hoseok, but you had begged and begged him and he was but a weak man when it came to you.
“I should have remembered it’s never a normal holiday with this crew.” He moans into his hands.
A hand roughly pats him on his shoulder. He peeks through his fingers to the portrait of a grinning Jin, now beside him. The man extends an unopened bottle of alcohol out to him.
“You sure you don’t want a drink, man? I know you drove but I don't mind chauffeuring you both home and taking a cab from there.”
“Nah, I’m good. We can’t both be stupid drunk when we get home. We might burn the house down then you’d have to waste even more money to come collect our bodies.”
Jin snorts at his remark. “Touché.”
The two of them lay back against the bench cushion and watch with horrified amusement as a wobbly Hoseok makes his way to you. The rambunctious (and very buzzed) duo up on the little stage drop to their knees and Yoongi balks at the way the two of you obscenely shake your butts to the very cheery tune of Mariah Carey’s biggest holiday hit. Sober Hoseok was always a delight. Even Yoongi didn’t mind busting out a few moves every now and then with him. Drunk Hoseok, though, he was a different animal altogether. Insatiable, he was, and he was the perfect hype man for drunk you.
Yoongi makes eye contact with you and now that you’ve got his attention, you reach out your free hand towards him and beckon him over with the curl of your finger. His heart goes a-hammering away without his permission. Yoongi, a fool in love, lets himself be pushed out of his seat and like a man lost at sea, he’s pulled closer and closer to the siren who sings the song meant to be his undoing.
Except that the siren is you and your slurred singing is not at all alluring or seductive. He smiles at your pitiful attempt at fluttering your lashes at him. Despite your inability to entice him with your song and your sensual form, he still jumps overboard. He jumps and dives headfirst into the ocean that is your freely given love. All for him. Even a horrendous, throaty snort does nothing to unwind the unintentional spell you've cast on him. He faintly hears the two men squealing like children behind him, but all he can hear, all he can see is you.
“Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you! Yoongi, baby!”
He can’t help but giggle at the way you serenade him, with your terribly exaggerated airy voice, but he loves it all the same. He loves you and all the surprises and jolly that comes with loving you.
Both you and Hoseok giggle at each other as Yoongi and Seokjin try to guide the two of you out of the building. Hoseok clings to his partner but his free hand is held tight in your grip, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. You’re both so wobbly and walking together is no help to either him or Jin.
It’s definitely gotten chillier and Yoongi is grateful that you didn’t forget your winter coat tonight. You’re bundled and cosy beside him, with the hood wrapped snug over your head. Your eyes are still glassy and your breathing hasn’t quite recovered from your exuberant singing competition against Seokjin, but that’s okay. You know Yoongi will take care of you. That’s the only reason why you were able to let go so freely tonight anyway, and he takes pride in knowing that you trust him so entirely. He hoists you up into a more comfortable standing position and nods to Jin.
“Merry Christmas, hyung.”
“Merry Chrysler, Yoongichi. Drive home safely!”
Yoongi grimaces and mutters under his breath but Jin merely smiles bigger. With a final wave, he pulls a swaying and incoherent Hoseok close to his side and they walk to their awaiting cab. He would have waited until they got into the car, but you’ve started blowing raspberries on his neck. While he normally wouldn’t mind having your saliva on him, he can feel remnants of soggy pretzel bits flying out of your mouth onto his exposed skin and that is more than enough to kill what could have been a flirtatious mood. He pushes your head away, eliciting a squeaky whine.
“Ah, stop. That’s gross. C’mon, let’s go home.”
It wasn’t too much trouble getting you in and out of the car, but now that you have arrived home, you refuse to step inside your house. You cling onto him like a lifeline, as if you’ll fall to the ground and drown in the air that surrounds you.
“I don’t wanna go home yet, Yoongiii. I feel soooo gross!” You whine, heavily emphasizing on how gross you felt.
“That’s why we’re gonna go inside and shower, baby. So you’re not gross.”
“Oh my goood!” You sob into his shoulder. “You think I’m gross!”
Yoongi sighs and looks into the night sky, pressing his lips tightly together into a forced smile. You continue to wail out in the open and he all but clamps your mouth shut with a press of his finger against your lips.
“Do you wanna go for a walk instead?” You immediately shut up and nod eagerly. “Okay, let’s go walk, honey.”
He knows you’ll complain about the cold in a few minutes, but he’ll deal with that future Y/N when she arrives. They’ve walked a short distance around the complex when he suddenly feels a drop of cold wetness against his cheek. He looks up and notices the flakes of white falling from the sky. He squeezes your hand and points your interlaced hands up.
“Baby, it’s snowing.”
“Oh, shit it’s snowing! Okay.” You perk up at having heard that and untangle yourself from him. “Shit. Let me, let me uh, wait. Here.”
Before he could even begin to guess what you were about to do, you plop yourself right onto the cold grass. You shriek at the burst of cold against your legs but like the diva you think you are, you don’t get up and instead pose for him. Your hands are positioned entirely too close around your face that your eyes are barely visible and your skirt is hiked so far up your hunched legs that he can see your panties. You’re wearing those adorable brown bear ones he knows you think are the most comfortable pair of undies you’ve ever owned. Cute.
“Okay. I’m ready. Always gotta be ready for the camera.”
The noise that comes out of his mouth is entirely uncontrollable and he all but melts at the sight of you. The fairy lights your landlords put up around the apartments shine brightly in the night and illuminate the flakes of snow that fall from the sky. It’s a beautiful sight, but you shine the brightest. The light hovering above you highlights your subtle cheekbones and the combination of the falling snow and lights creates a sort of glowing halo around you.
You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on.
The most beautiful and also the most extra because of course your first instinct would be to pose for him. That was how you met, after all. He had been out practicing street photography a few years ago when he bumped into you. You had the decency to be politely curious why he was taking pictures of strangers and after he shared his project, you agreed (even though he never asked) to let him take pictures of you. You started posing immediately and even walked around the block to pose with whatever you found interesting, whether it was the wall of a building or a newspaper stand. He probably loved you then. He definitely loves you now.
It’s too bad he doesn’t have his camera with him. His phone will have to do, so he pulls it out, angles himself and the phone at just the right spot, and takes several shots. Your eyes have shut close again, the trickle of soft snow cascading down onto your face and hair. Oh, the way his smile only widens as you bat your eyes in an attempt to blink the snowflakes away. He waves his phone and you suddenly remember what you were here for and you smile for the camera. Smile for him.
“Sit down and take a picture with me!” You pout and pat the space next to you.
Who is he to say no? Several very blurry photos later (because what’s the point of getting drunk if you weren’t going to take blurry pics?), you were finally done with the cold. You cup his face and kiss his pink-tipped nose.
“You’re cold, Yoongi. Let’s go home.”
“Mmm… Let’s go.”
He takes your hand in his and tucks both your hands inside his coat pocket, knowing full well that you have a coat of your own with its own pockets. It’s true, his face is somewhat numb from the cold of the night, but he is quickly heating up wholly by the warmth of your shared love that the two of you have nurtured and tended to together.
“I hope you had fun tonight, baby.”
“I always have fun when I’m with you, Yoongi-poo.”
“So… what do you want most for Christmas?” He wonders if you’ll accidentally spill what you really want for Christmas but not even drunk you would sell yourself out to him.
“Didn’t I literally just sing ‘all I want for christmas is Yoooongiii’? Did I not make it clear enough?”
His lips spread into a bright upward curl and he giggles at the way you stare at him as if he was stupid for even asking such a question. As if it was obvious what you wanted. Of course, he knew you would say that. He honestly just wanted to hear you say it again. And... oh no. Now you’re singing again. Hollering, more like. Ah, well. It’s only for one night. He pulls you closer beside him and sings along with you, albeit in a much quieter tone.
Your apartment is back in eyeview and he pulls his phone out to check the time. It’s only a minute left until Christmas. He continues to watch the time pass by the seconds until there are only fifteen seconds left before midnight.
Then he starts counting out loud, in a teasing lilt that he knows is sure to pique your curiosity.
“What exactly are you counting down to?” You ask, puzzled.
You’ve sobered down quite a bit now, and you were ready to go sleep. He ignores you though and continues to count. By 5 seconds, you’ve stopped walking, although you’re still mumbling about how rude it was of him to ignore you. He reaches up to tuck your hair back behind your ears to get a better look at your face. Your stupidly beautiful face.
“I’m granting your Christmas wish in three… two… one... Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
He cups your face. It’s cold, and he makes a mental note to make sure to warm you up with a bath once you’re home. You gasp a second later and wrap your arms around him, staring up at him with a wide grin plastered on your face.
“Ohmygoddidyoubuymeapuppy??!!!”
He snorts and it’s out of sheer self restraint that he doesn’t go on an hour long tirade on the terrible idea of buying animals as holiday gifts and how he refuses to ever partake in it. He instead channels that energy into squishing your cheeks together so you don’t say anything else that could potentially ruin the mood he’s trying to set.
“Baby?”
“Whuh?”
“You make me really happy, you know that?” His voice softens up and he gently rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.
Your wide, wide eyes are still staring at him, unblinking, but he’s been under the scrutiny of your ridiculously lubricated eyes for long enough that he’s unbothered.
“And even though you’re still kinda loopy and you definitely spilled beer on me tonight, I still want you to know…”
He pauses for dramatics and chuckles when your hands fly up to grasp his hands that still cup your face.
“Yes?” You plead with him to carry on.
“I love you. I love you so much my heart is fit to burst.”
The soft inhale of breath is not lost on him and he grins at you. The sweet smile and blush that quickly overtakes your features is easily the best gift you could ever give him this Christmas.
“Oh my god. I think my heart just nutted.”
He snorts and sighs in defeat. Right. Only you could say something like that and still make his heart leap.
“I love you too. Can we go home now, though? My butt’s cold.”
“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he teases.
Before you could ask what the best part was, he draws your face to his and presses his lips against yours. The warm exhale as you part your lips for him comes as a welcome surprise. You giggle into the kiss and pull him closer against you.
“You just kissed me,” you whispered as if he had committed a scandalous act.
“Baby, I always kiss you.”
“You’re right.” You grab hold of his hand and walk briskly towards your home, tugging a smiling Yoongi behind you. “Let’s go home so you can kiss me some more!”
a/n 2.0: HELLO THERE FRIENDO. how are you. happy holidays or i guess, happy day if you’re reading this in like, the summer time or something :”) thank you for reading this. did you like it? penny for your thoughts? (i will give u a pretty one forreal) isn’t yoongi the sweetest most amazing boyfriend eveerrrrr plz gush over him with me PLS
Pairing: Jin x soulmate (based off of my series 7 Secrets)
The sounds of sizzling pans and dishes clacking are what tip off Kyung-soon to the whereabouts of her soulmate. Immediately upon entering the apartment, she kicks off her shoes and makes sure to place them tidily on the shoe rack after a pointed look from Hoseok.
Heading toward the kitchen, a gentle smile lights up her features as Jin and Jimin are bustling about the kitchen, Jungkook sitting at the island and watching them.
“Is this enough?” Jimin asks, holding up a cutting board filled with chopped onion. Jin sees his soulmate and holds out his hand to her while assessing the vegetable.
“Here, I’ll finish it up. Would you take care of that?” Jin points to the stove and whatever is cooking on it. Jimin doesn’t ask any questions, just smiling in greeting to Kyung-soon before beginning to work over the stove.
Jin begins chopping more onion, so Kyung-soon settles down at the island beside Jungkook.
“How’s it going?” Jungkook asks her. Kyung-soon smiles at the younger boy.
“Pretty good. How are you?”
Jungkook shrugs. “Great, just waiting for Seohyun to let my soulmate go.”
Jin laughs evilly. “Is she making her play ping pong with her again?” Jungkook nods, obvious annoyance on his face. Kyung-soon shoots Jin a glare.
“You know that’s all your fault, right?”
“I know.”
“When is your rematch? This all needs to end already. Between ping pong and studying, I never get to see her anymore.”
Jungkook must immediately regret his choice of words, because both Jin and Jimin take the opportunity to tease him.
“Ooh, poor Jungkookie,” Jin whines. Jimin laughs beside him.
“Why don’t you just go over there if you miss her so much? Quit pouting and do something about it.” Jimin says.
Jungkook’s eyes go wide. “I don’t want to be stuck there playing ping pong all night! Seohyun nearly killed me the last time!”
As if appearing upon hearing his soulmate’s name, Yoongi wanders in. “What’s going on?”
“Oh!” Now Jungkook smiles. “Hyung, let’s go play ping pong.”
Yoongi doesn’t need much convincing, heading straight out. The three that remain in the kitchen snicker; Yoongi can never deny a game of ping pong with his soulmate. This will lead to the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to steal Minsuh away.
This exact same scenario happens almost every day.
Jin is busy chopping up the leftover onion, shoulders tense as he carefully moves from one end to the other. Something about his posture and concentration has Kyung-soon sliding off her chair and wandering over to him.
Leaning up against the counter, she takes a long look at her soulmate, eyes practically glowing.
“Wow. Are you always this...attractive?”
Jimin bursts out laughing at Kyung-soon’s question, Jin going bright red. He continues focusing on the task at hand, heart pounding in his chest.
“What kind of silly question is that.” Jin grinds out, refusing to look at Kyung-soon. She continues looking at him, enjoying the view until she asks another question.
“Are you crying?”
Jimin stops where he’s standing over the stove to peek over at his Hyung. “He’s totally crying.”
“Yah!” Jin laughs, dropping the onion into the pan. It starts sizzling as soon as it touches the hot metal, the smell filling the room.
“I’ve got it from here,” Jimin reassures. “Go get your emotions under control.”
“My emotions - it’s just the onion!” Jin shrieks, looking appalled. He turns to his soulmate for support but she’s fighting to keep a straight face.
“C’mon Jin,” she mumbles, pushing him along. “You’re clearly upset, let’s take a breather.”
Jin continues to yell in indignation, alerting the entire household to his emotional state. Kyung-soon manages to push him out onto the balcony, the cold air hitting the two of them and taking their breath away.
Gaping down at her soulmate, Jin glares before pulling her into his arms to keep her warm. “Why are we outside? You know there’s an entire heated house right here?”
Kyung-soon nuzzles in deeper to her soulmate’s chest, not minding the cold as long as she’s in Jin’s arms. “I know.”
Jin doesn’t ask any further questions, instead opting to sit in the quiet that the snow offers. Everything is so much quieter out here, and despite the winter air it’s not unbearably cold.
A few stray snowflakes are drifting to the ground as Jin focuses on the distant lights from the city nearly hidden beyond the trees. It’s only when Kyung-soon’s grip tightens and she lets out a long sigh that Jin speaks again.
“What’s wrong?”
Kyung-soon isn’t often upset, in fact she prides herself on usually being the most level-headed person she knows. Yet on the occasion that something is wrong, her soulmate has never not picked up on it.
It’s almost like Jin was made for her.
It takes her a moment to speak up, but Jin never pushes her. Instead he opts to hold her even tighter, lightly drawing stars on her back while he waits.
He’s just completed his seventh star when Kyung-soon starts to speak. Her voice is delicate as she talks about what happened earlier that day.
She had a client today, interested in buying a large property on the edge of Seoul. Jin had heard about this client before; closing this sale would mean a lot for Kyung-soon and her career as one of the most elite realtors in Seoul.
Apparently the client had brought his daughters along with him to view the property. Not uncommon, and she hadn’t thought much about it at first. That was, until the client was hovering his pen over the contract and promising to sign under one condition.
“He wanted you to leave me?” Jin asks, disbelief obvious in his tone.
Kyung-soon nods slowly against his chest. “Yes. He told me that he’d pay double for the property if I left you and gave his daughters your personal information.”
While Jin always expects people to be unsupportive of the fact that they have soulmates, he never ceases to be disgusted with the lengths some people will go to in order to separate them.
“I’m assuming you didn’t listen to him.”
“Of course not.”
Jin pulls back, tilting her chin up enough to look at his soulmate in the eyes. Those eyes, imbued with some inner light, always manage to take his breath away.
“But you lost the sale.”
Again, Kyung-soon nods.
Jin sighs, his eyes roving over her face as he wrestles with the anger growing inside him. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Kyung-soon’s eyes grow wide as she panics at his words. “What do you mean?!”
“Come here,” Jin doesn’t bother to explain as he tugs his soulmate inside and heads straight up to his room. Namjoon and Beth look at them quizzically as they march past them, but don’t bother to say anything.
Once in Jin’s room, he sets about opening up his laptop and pulling up a program.
“Jin, what’s going on?” Kyung-soon asks, still panicking.
Jin turns around, breathing heavily with barely contained anger. “First, I love you.”
Kyung-soon blinks up at him. “I love you too...?”
“Second, I need you to just trust me for a second. I know you’ll be a little angry, say that I’m being overprotective...but this can’t go on like this. People need to be put in their place.”
Eyes growing wide, Kyung-soon fumbles to stop Jin once she sees that he’s pulled up the v-live app. “Jin, wait. Whatever you say on here you can’t take back-”
“Don’t worry, Soon-ah.” Jin holds up a notecard that was sitting on his desk. “I’ve been planning this for a while. I won’t say anything that bad.”
Hesitantly sitting beside Jin, Kyung-soon watches in horror as Jin turns the camera on. He passes her the notecard so she can look at what he’s written down, chewing her lip as tears prick at her eyes.
The two of them are silent as the viewers roll in at lightning speed, Kyung-soon heart rate picking up with each new viewer.
Jin is tense beside her, and Kyung-soon reaches down to grab his hand. She begins to trace stars on the back of his hand, watching as he waits to hit a certain number of viewers before starting.
She’s just finished tracing the seventh star when Jin begins to speak.
“Hello everyone, Jin here. I hope you’re doing well. I just had a couple of things I wanted to say. Also, yes, I’ll probably get into trouble with Bighit, but what else is new?”
He winks at the camera, Kyung-soon raising her eyebrows at him with an expression of long-suffering. Leaning forward, Jin stares down the camera for a long moment before beginning with the first item on his little list.
