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It has been so cold. In Yoongi’s mind, unbearably cold–even though it was just now sinking to the high fifties–and he was entirely too upset about it. He was playful about it, at first, but he genuinely always hated this weather. He was just ready to just stay inside with the heat, and drink hot tea all day while under the covers. That sounded like a perfect plan, actually, and it was an idea that he craved the longer it stayed cold like this. The only difference he had now that he didn’t have in previous years is his boyfriend. Someone he could cuddle up with and share all the warmth he needed. This year, he was more fortunate than he had been his entire life, and he’d never give it up, not even for the world.
Right now he needed warmed up, he took the walk home back from the studio and sadly enough he didn’t think it would be a good idea to take a hoodie since the weather wasn’t as bad as it was now before he left. He immediately went into his room, hoping Jimin was there, and sure enough he was. It felt almost like a miracle, and Yoongi is quick to plop onto the bed, wrapping his arms around the younger–not even taking a second to think about how cold he probably felt–and kissing his cheek a few times.
“Hey baby, I missed you.” The rapper hums, burying his face into the underside of his jaw for a few moments to help his nose warm back up and lose some of the flushed color from being exposed to the inclement temperatures. Once he feels warm enough to move again he starts softly kissing at his neck, closing his eyes and keeping it slow, even when he started to get more into it, his lips parting and his tongue lavishing the dancer’s skin. He was too affectionate for his own good, he liked teasing Jimin and kissing him how ever he wanted just to see what type of reaction he could get out of him. By now he knew that his neck was sensitive, of course, and that was part of the reason why he kissed at it so much.
“You’re so warm,” he whispers shakily against his neck, one of his cold hands slipping under Jimin’s shirt so he could warm it up against his stomach even though he eventually just ends up tracing his hip bones with a few of his fingers, humming in satisfaction. “How did I get so lucky, hm?”
The fact that he suddenly feels so intimate surprises even himself because he had no reason to, it was just being in the presence of the younger is what he supposed. Yoongi gives his neck once last peck before he sits up all the way again, scooting more towards the end of the bed. “Hmmm…I have an idea. Sit still, okay?” He raises an eyebrow, moving himself so he could get between Jimin’s legs and lift his shirt up just a little bit to reveal his waistline. He didn’t know what to expect, or even if Jimin was going to like this really. Hesitantly, he leans down so he can peck the skin gently, moving just enough to run his pointer finger over it, almost as if approving it before it did it again, leaving a trail of kisses all the way from one of his hips to the other, nipping at his skin a few times on the way.
