storytime: no one cares and not to be that biTcH but min yoongi probably tastes fucking delicious. and his lips are really cold so you always try to warm them up with your own.
“you taste good,” you mutter, tucking yourself closer into his big fluffy jacket, shielding yourself from the cold winter air.
he chuckles against your lips, tilting his head so he can better angle his lips so you can suck on his bottom lip, the way he likes it. the cold flesh warms up against your own and you lightly brush your tongue into his mouth, tasting again the sweet tanginess that is so undeniably him. you could kiss him for hours.
he pecks your lips before pushing you into your house, plans to drop you off flying out the window the moment you started to kiss him like that. “you too,” he grits, kicking the door shut behind him as you both stumble inside.
