This is probably my personal favourite so far bc Yoonkook is so cute but I can't write properly so oh well.
(Crystal Snow)
The sky seemed black and endless. No stars shone through the thick layers of dark clouds that veiled the moon from view, leaving the streets to create their own light and gleam into the air. Jungkook stared out of the window of his bedroom, wistfully contemplating his life. Something caught his eye. A white speck drifting down from the sky and slowly landing on his windowsill. And another. And another. Almost at once, hundreds of snowflakes dotted the empty backdrop to the city and flurried down to the ground below.
Jungkook was still for a second, praying that the snow wouldn't cease, and his prayers were answered. If anything, the snowfall intensified. Jungkook beamed and ran out of his bedroom to tell the others. He had forgotten that it was past midnight. Instead of seeing most of the members huddled on the floor playing something as he had expected, only Yoongi sat on the couch, illuminated by the blue light from his phone. He looked up just as Jungkook was about to back away.
"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jungkook decided it was too late to just go back to his room, so he grinned and answered,
"It's snowing." Immediately, the light from Yoongi's phone shut off and Yoongi was following Jungkook to the door. They raced up the stairs to the roof and stopped. It was so pretty. The lights from the roof made everything sparkle and, despite there only being a few millimetres on the ground, the snow looked like glitter. The chairs and tiles were coated in a thin layer of white – not the snowball-type snow; the soft, powdery stuff that barely feels like ice.
Jungkook and Yoongi exhaled heavily, their breath forming clouds of mist that diffused into the cold night air. They stepped forward to examine the view of the wintry skyline and the pristine crystals covering the floor. Despite the wonderful scenery all around him, Jungkook couldn't help but stare at Yoongi. He had a reputation for being distant and disinterested but Jungkook had never seen him so in awe. He looked like a child seeing snow for the first time, staring up into the sky. His black hair was spotted with white flecks that gradually melted and mussed his already messy locks.
The word was 'ethereal'. Heavenly, angelic, other-worldly stunning. Yoongi hypnotised Jungkook more than the swirling snow around them. Eventually, Yoongi noticed Jungkook, causing the younger to awkwardly look away, trying to focus on the wind blowing through the flakes instead of the rising blush in his cheeks. He heard Yoongi sigh,
"Jungkook, were you staring at me?" Jungkook tried not to pick up on the disappointed tone in Yoongi's voice and looked over nonchalantly.
"Hm? Wha- no!" Jungkook had never been the best liar, especially around Yoongi. "I was just…admiring the view." That wasn't a lie. Yoongi sighed again.
"We've been through this, remember? I'm cool with this as long as you try your best to get over it." Far, far easier said than done. Jungkook had told Yoongi about his crush months ago and that hadn't stopped Jungkook's brain from completely disobeying him and continuing to obsess over the rapper. To say that this wasn't ideal was a hell of an understatement. None of the others knew about it since Yoongi agreed to keep it quiet but that just meant that he was quietly crushing on Yoongi instead.
Jungkook knew that Yoongi wouldn't like him back. Probably ever. To Yoongi, Jungkook was just his stupidly annoying, taller, younger brother and nothing more. But Yoongi meant the world to Jungkook. It wasn't even as if Yoongi didn't know it; he knew and denied Jungkook (very politely and carefully but it still hurt). And now Jungkook was in the presence of him looking more like a god than ever and he wasn't even allowed to stare. Fuck that. Jungkook could do whatever the hell he wanted.
"It's not my fault you're beautiful," Jungkook muttered, somehow hoping Yoongi wouldn't hear despite the crisp silence between them.
"It's not my fault, either," Yoongi replied. For some reason, whether pent up annoyance or frustration at life, this made Jungkook really angry. He walked, silently fuming, back to the door, planning to just punch his bedroom wall and get his irritation out like that. But the door wouldn't open. Jungkook tried again, wincing at the cold handle on his bare skin. It was to no avail. Either the lock had jammed or the door had frozen. Either way, they were stuck. Either way, Jungkook still tried.
He rattled the door handle, not caring about the freezing metal, but it didn't work. He slammed his fist against the door as hard as he could three times and yelled in aggravation. Strangely warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him back from the door. A soft, low voice whispered in his ear,
"Jungkook, punching a hole in the door is not going to help," Yoongi spoke into his neck and Jungkook shivered for the first time since they had left the comfort of the building. Yoongi spun Jungkook around by his shoulders to face him. "Hands, please." Jungkook held out his hands and allowed the older to examine them. Yoongi's hands were really warm, considering they had been tracing lines in the snow and freely waving in the brisk air for the past twenty minutes.
Not passing up an opportunity to be this close to Yoongi, Jungkook took in every detail and memorised them as best he could. Yoongi's eyes were carefully analysing the bruise forming on Jungkook's hand, his fingers skimming lightly over it so as not to hurt Jungkook. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and he was biting his lip slightly. He looked up at Jungkook, pretending not to see the infatuation hazing through the younger's eyes.
"You're lucky we're surrounded by ice. Come on; fire escape." Yoongi delicately gripped Jungkook's other hand and led him to the fire escape on the other side of the roof. He helped Jungkook down the ladder ahead of him. Jungkook didn't realise how hard he had hit his hand until he accidentally knocked it against the ladder. His hand missed whatever it was about to grip and he stumbled down the last few steps to the next floor.
Lying on the metal grate, Jungkook watched Yoongi vault down the ladder in one jump and kneel by his side before Jungkook had time to say 'ow'. One hand was placed behind Jungkook's back and sat him up slightly. Jungkook watched concern flash through Yoongi's eyes as he said,
"Jungkook! Please, please tell me you aren't hurt! Did you hit anything? I'm so sorry. Can you sit up?" Jungkook listened to the distress in Yoongi's voice and shook himself out of his trance as he sat up.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's okay." He moved to stand up and pain flared through his back. "O-okay, maybe not." Jungkook groaned and lay back down, closing his eyes against the throbbing along his spine. Without a word, Yoongi's arms slipped behind Jungkook's shoulders and under his legs. He was lifted effortlessly and Jungkook winced at the movement, gently looping his arms around Yoongi's neck. They descended slowly down seven sets of stairs before they came to the ladder at the end. Jungkook heard Yoongi hum quietly in thought before asking,
"Jungkook, can you go on my back?" Jungkook just looked up at him.
"Can you climb down a ladder with me on your back?" Yoongi shrugged. Only one way to find out. Yoongi very cautiously lowered Jungkook to his feet and Jungkook wrapped his legs around Yoongi's waist and held onto his hyung's shoulders from behind. Yoongi seemed totally unfazed by the weight or the contact and began to climb down the ladder to the floor. Jungkook rested his head in the crook of Yoongi's neck and kept it there.
Once they were at the bottom, Jungkook realised that it had stopped snowing. It was freezing but he was clinging to an actual human radiator so it didn't particularly bother him. Jungkook let go of Yoongi's shoulders and dropped to the floor. Yoongi helped him sit on the snow-covered concrete and they rested for a minute against the wall. Then Yoongi started to take off his belt.
"Jesus Christ, what in hell are you doing?" exclaimed Jungkook and Yoongi smirked.
"First of all, you wouldn't object and you know it. Second, this is not going where you think it is but I can totally see why you think that, given that I am about to ask you to lift up your shirt." Jungkook blinked, making Yoongi laugh. "I need to see your back, genius." Jungkook nodded and lifted up his shirt, not wanting to twist around because it hurt. Yoongi knelt down and examined the red mark near the middle of his back, purring slightly.
"Mmkay, this is not going to be fun, but we do need to ice this. Give me a second and I'll do this quick." Jungkook just sat forward and watched Yoongi collect some clean, fresh snow and pack it tightly. He wasn't kidding when he said 'quick'. In a second, the ice was against Jungkook's back and Yoongi's belt was wrapped around Jungkook's torso, holding the snowball in place. Cold spread through Jungkook's skin and he winced.
"Told you it wouldn't be fun. Can you walk, or do you want a piggyback? It's just to the elevator." Jungkook didn't really want to move at all. But it was freezing outside and his makeshift ice pack was not helping with that. All he knew was there was no chance he would be able to walk.
"Yoongi, it hurts. Can you carry me?" Yoongi looked at him sympathetically. Jungkook's brain turned off. He couldn't tell if he was delirious or infatuated or both but the next thing he knew, his lips were on Yoongi's. At the warm, sweet sensation, Jungkook's conscious mind went into panic mode. Yoongi hadn't pulled away, probably out of shock and Jungkook immediately drew back. "Oh my God, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean... I don't know what-"
"Jungkook, calm down. Come on, let's get you warm."
Yoongi stood up first and helped Jungkook stand up again. His back hurt less now. Yoongi wrapped his jacket around Jungkook's shoulders before they prepared to get Jungkook safely into the building. Jungkook held onto Yoongi's back and they walked to the front door. Jungkook felt guilty and annoyed at himself; it had been a stupid, potentially ruinous thing to do. Upon entering the thankfully heated foyer of the building, they found an 'out of order' sign plastered on the elevator. Jungkook sighed louder than Yoongi.
Jungkook drowned in debated about whether the silence was awkward all the way to their door. Yoongi opened the door and finally set him down on one of the chairs. The snowball, significantly smaller than before, did nothing to cool the fire raging over Jungkook's body. He didn't quite know where they stood with the kiss but Jungkook sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up. Yoongi pulled two ice packs out of the freezer; they were dancers, so ice packs were always on hand. Yoongi walked back to where Jungkook was sitting.
"Belt," he asked. Jungkook removed Yoongi's belt from around his waist and handed it back. "Ice." He took the lump of snow from under his soaked shirt and gave that to Yoongi as well. Yoongi skilfully chucked it into the sink that was well over ten feet from where he was standing. The kid was good. Jungkook couldn't help but be impressed.
Yoongi knelt beside him and Jungkook blushed, trying not to draw attention. Yoongi didn't seem to notice.
"Anyway, keep this one on your hand," he gave Jungkook one ice pack, "and keep this one by your bed for the morning. Do you need help getting to bed?" Jungkook shook his head, not wanting to inconvenience the older any further. "Cool. I am going to take a shower." Yoongi walked to the bathroom and Jungkook exhaled. With some difficulty, he got up from the chair and went to bed.
He did not, however, go to sleep. His head was racing with everything that had happened in the last hour. He usually went to sleep dreaming of Yoongi but now he was afraid to. What if this got majorly out of control? What if Yoongi never spoke to him again? Jungkook did sort of betray his trust. Would he just pretend it hadn't happened? Would he tell anyone else? Where did this leave them, as friends or something else?
Jungkook had not realised how long he had spent thinking about this until he was snapped back to reality by his bedroom door opening and shutting.
"Hyung?" he asked. He didn't know who it was, but he could call literally any of the others by that name and maybe their answer would reveal their identity. There was no reply. By the dim light from the window, Jungkook could just about make out damp, unbrushed hair and a bare torso. Therefore, it was Yoongi. Jungkook guessed that there was a serious conversation brewing and mentally prepared himself to cry. He was wrong.
Yoongi slid into his bed and lay close to Jungkook, wrapping his arms around the maknae's torso. Jungkook felt his throat turn dry and his cheeks flush red.
"Yoongi? W-what are you doing?" Jungkook asked nervously. Yoongi hummed against his shoulder.
"I thought you might be cold. I wanted to come and fix that." Yoongi dropped his head down and lay next to him, holding Jungkook close.
Jungkook didn't want to speak and theorised that he couldn't. He just lay with Yoongi beside him, praying that morning would never come. But the longer he lay there, the more his brain whirred to find answers and all of his previous questions flooded back to him. Finally, he decided he had to ask.
"Yoongi?" The elder looked at him. Damn, he was gorgeous. "Um…what is this?" Yoongi smiled and rolled his eyes slightly.
"Kookie, it's too early for this. I'll tell you when I've figured it out myself, okay?" Yoongi kissed him passionately again and then hugged Jungkook tightly. Jungkook didn't complain. It was snowing outside and Yoongi was so warm.