1. Kim Seokjin is a total push-over.

They've been outside for about ten minutes.

It's mid-morning and the sun is attempting valiantly to shine through weak cloud cover. It had rained the day before, scattered and light for the most part, and the wooded area that they're shooting at has that 'dewy-morning' look.

And feel.

There is a cool breeze. Jin is willing to admit that much.

He's finding it kind of pleasant.

Taehyung isn't.

The poor boy looks like he's about one shiver away from permanent vibration, and his teeth are chattering so hard that Jin can hear them from across the clearing.

He'd scold the brat for forgetting his jacket. Except he's wearing it.

"Aish – this kid has ice in his veins!" Jin murmurs, getting to his feet and wandering around where Jimin is shooting (in shorts and a singlet) and across the back of the shoot area.

He unzips his jacket as he approaches the pitifully huddled Taehyung and drapes it over trembling shoulders as he plops down beside him, dragging the kid closer to his side and tucking an arm around him, using the other to tug the jacket into a better fit.

Tae peeks up at him over the upturned collar with surprised appreciation, a happy "Thanks Jin-Hyung!" barely decipherable through chattering teeth, and then a concerned look a second later, as he continues, "But are you sure? You won't be too cold?"

Aigoo, his nose is so pink. It's adorable.

"I'm fine, Taehyungie- I wouldn't have given it if I wasn't. (lies, Kim Seokjin) You, on the other hand look like you're about to shake apart. Enjoy it for now, I'll get it back later. Just remember you'll have to take it off when you've got to shoot".

Taehyung's smile is angelic in all its huge toothy glory. His shivering starts to abate.


In the end, they didn't make him take it off for the shooting.

His nose was still pink. It was adorable.


2. Min Yoongi does have a heart.

It's not even a particularly cold evening.

Yoongi is the only one wearing a jacket, and he chose the leather more for its style than any warmth it would provide.

"It's cold, Hyung!"

And there it is again; Taehyung's whining voice. Fortunately, it's aimed toward Jin, and not Yoongi, but god, it's so annoying.

It's got to be the 10th time he's heard the same complaint. And there Jin goes again, patiently explaining that they won't be here much longer, that they'll turn the heater on in the van. "Please- Taehyung, I know you're cold, but there's nothing we can do about it at the moment- just, try not to think about it for a little longer." Jin finishes.

They're in the auditorium, but they're not actually doing anything, just sitting or standing around mostly. They're supposed to be rehearsing for the concert tomorrow, but there's been no power for the past hour, so they're waiting on the mostly dark and very quiet stage while the technicians see if they can sort the problem out.

"If I try not to think about it, it's all I think about!" Taehyung is lamenting, and Yoongi has to grind his teeth to stop himself saying something he might regret later. He knows his fuse is shorter when he's frustrated, and as much as they joke about his laziness and being 'Motionless Min', he can't stand this forced inactivity when he's supposed to be working.

Tae throws himself at J-hope in the dark, demanding "Warm me! Heat me! Hug me!" and J-hope shoves him away with a thinner than usual laugh. Hobi isn't a fan of the dark.

Taehyung stumbles into Jimin, a little rougher than he would have without the push from behind, and Jimin's answering shove sends Taehyung towards the darkened edge of the stage.

Jimin's sudden panicked exclamation alerts Jin and Namjoon that something ill-advised is unfolding, and both call a wordless warning, but are too far away to intervene.

Yoongi is not.

He catches Taehyung's arm as he sail's past, swinging the younger boy around bodily with the continued momentum, until they both slow to a stop. Tae's wrist is still caught in his grip, and Yoongi can feel the kid's pulse thumping away a-mile-a-minute beneath his fingers.

Yoongi's pretty sure his own is twice as fast.

The stage is easily four feet high, and there are rows and rows of metal framed chairs not five feet from the edge.

He spins Taehyung to the side and swats him, once, hard. Ignoring the resulting startled yelp that echoes in the dark, he turns them and frogmarches the boy across the stage, hands on both shoulders as he speaks quietly but angrily, "You could have broken your damn neck, or impaled yourself! Now sit down, stay still and don't cause trouble. " He presses Taehyung to the floor beside Namjoon, barely able to see when the leader reaches out to ruffle the kids hair in sympathy.

Yoongi snorts with derision.

Sure, Kim NamJoon, coddle the brat after he nearly kills himself and gives the people who care about him heart attacks!

Yoongi drops his jacket on Taehyungs head and stalks away to flop back down beside the wall.


3. Jung Hoseok is attacked.

The way Taehyungs' been eyeing him for the past 15 minutes is making Hoseok uneasy.

The brat is planning something.

J-hope just knows it, and whatever it is, it probably won't end well for himself.

In fact, J-hope has been watching Taehyung for a while, and he's seen the boy glance over the present members with a calculating look, each dismissed after just a few minutes. Except for Yoongi; Tae hadn't even got beyond the first few seconds before he'd shuddered dramatically and moved on.

Jungkook had looked like he might be a strong contender for a few moments, but some realisation had changed Tae's mind and he'd moved on to his next target of observation.

J-hope.

And it's looking more and more likely that he is going to be the victim of whatever scheme Taehyung has rolling around in that scary little brain today.

It's one of the rare times J-hope dreads being right. But right he is proven, when Taehyung suddenly pounces on him.

Literally pounces on him. The brat lands half in his lap, hands clamping onto his shoulders, using his momentum to shove J-hope backward into the soft grass.

He's straddling Hoseok's chest, bent double so their noses are only centimetres apart, teeth bared somewhere between a snarl and a smirk. He's also growling like some type of terrifying wild prairie cat.

Terrifying wild Prairie kitten.

Taehyungs hands are scrabbling at Hoseok's upper chest, his knees trying to keep Hobi's upper arms pinned to the ground so the older boy can't fight back.

But Hoseok is laughing too hard to event attempt defensive manoeuvres.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook absolutely rolling with laughter in his peripheral vison isn't helping.

He can't help it; the brat is hilarious. And so cute. And so determi-

And stealing his jacket.

J-Hope finally cottons on to what Tae's motivation actually is when the boy somehow manages to get the jacket completely open, passing the zipper beneath his own body in a ridiculous move of contortionist level skill.

With a completely unnecessarily hard shove (J-hope isn't resisting at all), Tae flips him onto his stomach and has one arm out of its sleeve. The younger boy then makes the determination that rolling in the same direction again is the better option and J-Hope feels twin points of heat shove him over again, the jacket coming free completely as his second arm is released from beneath his body.

He's still laughing too hard to get up and give chase when Taehyung scampers away, already pulling on the stolen jacket, not caring that it's inside out.

Tae comes back five minutes later and cautiously plops himself down in J-hopes lap, and says, innocent as you please, "I'm still cold. Hug Me?"

What can J-hope do, but hug him?


The absolute best thing?

Jungkook has got the entire attack on camera.


4. Kim Namjoon does exactly as he was asked.

"Please, please, please….Pleeeease…"

Namjoon rolled his eyes skyward, turning away from book to politely tell the kid the same thing he'd said the past three times he'd asked.

Only, Tae wasn't standing at the arm of the couch anymore; he'd climbed up beside Namjoon (how the hell hadn't he noticed?) and was leaning in, hands clasped in 'begging position'. At Namjoon's sudden attention, the lower lip popped out in an oscar worthy pout and the eyes above went startlingly huge.

Aigoo.

Somehow though, Namjoon held tough, and shoved the brat off the couch.

"But- Hyuuung!" Tae whined at him from his sprawled position on the floor, using the ability to look up through his eyelashes to an unfair advantage.

Namjoon turned away, more out of self-preservation than the sudden desire to stare at the dent in the wall across the hall (courtesy of J-hope and Jungkook's combined tomfoolery) "Tae. We're at home. You have 15 million jackets and coats and cardigans and sweaters in your closet upstairs. If you're cold, go and get one."

"But Hyung! … I want yours!" Tae whined, his voice a scary imitation of a three-year-old at his most unreasonable and cranky.

Namjoon looked back to stare.

So weird.

"Well, you can't have mine because I'm wearing it and you have plenty upstairs." Namjoon reasoned, poking at Tae's stomach with a socked foot.

Tae rolled away with a yelp, hands coming to protect his midriff, fighting against the smile that wanted to escape through the pout he had glued to his face.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Just playing then.

It was certainly an odd way to seek out his attention, but then, Namjoon supposed, Tae could be quite odd on occasion.

They had been home alone all day, and admittedly, Namjoon had been pretty much ignoring their second youngest. Not maliciously so, or even deliberately, but he'd been cooped up in his room all morning working on some lyrics he'd been trying to wrap his head around.

He wasn't sure what Tae had been up to all morning (wasn't sure he wanted to know), but the brat had been very good about allowing him space and privacy to work. And it wasn't Tae's fault that his trip home couldn't start until tomorrow. Just airline snafu's and travel glitches really.

The poor kid had probably been bored to tears all morning, moping around the house by himself.

Namjoon set the book down.

While he'd been distracted, Tae had taken to kicking against the bottom of the couch 'sulkily' and Namjoon knew the instant that Tae suddenly realised the objective of his tantrum was staring down at him with one eyebrow raised disbelievingly.

The sudden stillness and the look on his face screamed, "Shit, I've gone too far".

He hadn't, but Namjoon wasn't going to tell him that.

Instead, the rapper slowly got to his feet.

Taehyung froze, and his eyes darted toward the staircase a few feet away.

"Don't even think about it, you little brat- " and he lunged, grabbing Tae about the waist. Somehow he managed to drag the squirming kid up onto the couch, pinning him facedown.

Taehyung was shrieking all sorts of muffled complaints, and Namjoon was certain he was called at least one rather unsavoury name amidst the ruckus, but he also heard, "-Joking! I was just- Hyung!"

Tae squealed when Namjoon dug his fingers into sensitive flesh, raking over ticklish ribs, "Nope! You wanted my jacket, now you're gonna get it!" he declared.

Using most of his body weight to pin Tae to the couch, Namjoon stripped off his coat, and managed to slot the two sides of the zipper back together despite the giggling, writhing mess below him. He zipped it closed completely.

And then shoved Tae's head into the open waistband, pulling the jacket down over wiggling shoulders, trapping Taehyung inside the jumper, arms, head and torso whole. He then shoved the dangling sleeves underneath Tae's body, pulled them out the opposite sides and tied them in a neat bow in the middle of his back.

Only then did he drag Tae back to his feet, pulling on the fabric until the insanely giggling blond head popped out the top. Namjoon bracketed Tae with both legs, keeping him steady as he pulled up the hood, and pulled the drawstring tights, until only eyes and nose where visible.

It didn't seem to muffle the hysterical laughter much.

Namjoon couldn't help but grin in response as he settled back on the couch to admire his handiwork.

Dark eyes sparkled back at him, creased with contentment and joy, and Namjoon couldn't help but think it was probably one of the best looks for Tae.

Hooking a leg around the youngsters backside, Namjoon pitched him off-balance, huffing a breath when he caught the immobilised brat against his chest. He waited until Tae had wiggled himself into some semblance of a comfortable position that involved practically melting into Namjoon's side, and then said, "Let's watch a movie. Hmmm, what's TaeTae's absolute least favourite?"

He laughed as Taehyung tried to bite him through the jacket material.


5. Day in the life of Park Jimin's jacket.

5:15am

It still dark outside. No one in their right mind is awake. BTS is awake.

Sort of.

Taehyung seems to be asleep where he's sitting, slumped sideways against Jimin's chest.

He's shivering, because of course he is.

Jimin pulls his open jacket from between them and awkwardly pulls one side over Tae.

Just before dawn is always coldest.

5:25am

The bus finally arrives and Jimin drags Tae up as he stands.

The younger doesn't even bother to open his eyes, just following wherever Jimin leads.

They end up seated together on the bus.

Naturally. What with Tae still doing his best impression of a limpet.

He does get Tae to lean against the window for a second, while he drags his jacket off.

The bus is nicely heated.

5:28am

Tae gives a disgruntled sigh, muttering about "cold glass-" and shoves away from the window.

His head lands on Jimin's shoulder and he snuggles back in.

Jimin looks down at him with an exasperatedly indulgent sigh.

And then raises an eyebrow at the misappropriated jacket acting as a blanket.

Jimin didn't even notice him take it.

7:40am

They arrive at the photoshoot location.

Jimin grunts when Tae crawls across him in his rush to get off the bus.

He's not sure what the hurry is all about, but chalks it up to 'Tae being Tae'.

He gathers up his bag.

He shakes his head and sighs.

Then he puts on his abandoned jacket and grabs Tae's left behind bag as well.

7:46am

It is much warmer outside than early that morning, and he takes jacket off again.

7:48am

Taehyung has Jimin's jacket on again.

Over his own jacket, and like, four t-shirts and cardigans.

He is ridiculous.

He then complains that the jacket sleeves are too short.

7:52am

Jimin definitely doesn't need the jacket after chasing Taehyung around the park three times.

He pounces, and discovers that tickling through six layers is kind of impractical.

With his flushed face and huffing breaths, Taehyung probably doesn't need the jacket either.

But he leaves it on to prove a point.

The point is that the sleeves are too short.

8:56am

Taehyung is forced to take off the jacket for the photo shoot.

He is then forced to take off his own jacket and two more layers.

When asked why, the photographer claims he looks like a fat baby panda bear.

It takes Jimin a second to realise that the photographer is right.

Tae's jacket is black and white and has little fluffy ears on the hood.

There is a brief argument in which Tae argues that pandas are adorable and he is adorable.

So therefore…

The argument doesn't win in the end, but Jimin thinks there was some merit to it.

8:57am

Jimin picks up his jacket, folds it and stuffs it into the top of his bag.

He really likes this jacket and doesn't want it to get left in a woodland area two hours from home.

9:41am

Taehyung rifles through Jimin's bag, finds the jacket and puts it back on.

He also raids a bag of pretzels and drinks half Jimin's water.

Jimin doesn't tell him that there's another bottle in the bottom of the bag.

11: 20am

They're collecting their belongings to move to another site.

Jimin makes sure that his jacket is still on Taehyung, and doesn't get left behind.

12:30pm

Taehyung is again forced to take Jimin's jacket off for his individual shoot.

This time they let him keep the panda jacket.

He's adorable.

Jimin spend Tae's entire shoot laughing with Jin about how ridiculously adorable Tae is.

He doesn't remember to put his jacket in his bag.

3:45pm

Tae has been whining at Jimin to give him the jacket for the past five minutes.

Tae's argument: "You're not even wearing it!"

Jimin's argument: "I don't even have it!"

3:52pm

The Jacket is declared missing.

4:12pm

The jacket is found exactly where Taehyung left it.

Jimin thinks about denying him out of spite, but Tae is shivering, in a panda jacket.

Its adorable.

He gives Tae his jacket.

5:11pm

The bus departs. Tae is still wearing Jimin's jacket.

He's also asleep on Jimin's shoulder again.

Jimin doesn't actually mind, although he certainly has to pretend to.

7:30pm

The bus arrives home. Jimin shakes Tae awake.

It doesn't really take, and Jimin enlists J-hopes help to guide Tae into the house.

They are not tempted to leave him on the footpath when he tries to sit down.

Taehyung finally sheds the jacket it in his bedroom, in preparation of showering.

He shoves it into the mess of clothing in the bottom of his closet.

At least six items are also jackets that belong to Jimin.

Three are Namjoon's.

Jimin is pretty sure that the pink sleeve he sees is Jin's.

7:31pm

Jimin realises that he has lost yet another jacket that he will likely never see again.


6. Jeon Jungkook's not sure how this happened, exactly.

Jungkook is lying back in the grass, one arm flung lazily over his eyes to block the sun that is otherwise gloriously warm against his face. They'd been running through choreograph for the new MV all morning, and they've finally been given a short break, and Jungkook is leeching every bit of enjoyment that he can.

The exercise and physical demands of the morning have left him feeling languid and loose, warmed from the inside out, and the brisk coolness of the day feels great against his rapidly cooling skin.

He's very nearly dozing when sudden extra body heat alerts him to someone's approach at the same time he feels fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jacket.

Taehyung of course.

He lifts his arm slightly to pin a one-eyed gaze on his youngest hyung, and Tae freezes, caught.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, shaking his head as he speaks, "Really? You really think you can pull a Hoseok attack on me? Me, Tae?"

Taehyung grins softly, and shakes his head, "No. I know when something is a losing battle…"

Jungkook just snorts in response, because he's pretty sure Tae has no idea when something is a losing battle. Persistence, thy name be Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook blinks when Tae suddenly pulls the two sides of his jacket apart.

How?

Jungkook is about to push him away and zip his jacket back up, because the breeze is suddenly frigid without the extra layer across his chest, and he's not giving his jacket up for Tae who already has one.

Tae leans forward, one hand on the inside of each of the jacket flaps, pinning it to the ground as he says, "A good maknae would share with his favourite Hyung…"

Jungkook knows later that it wasn't the audible pout in Tae's voice, the actual pout on his lips or the fact that his eyes were suddenly 10 times bigger than they had any legal need to be.

He could deal with all that. Taehyung wasn't as cute as he thought he was.

At least, Jungkook was going to keep telling himself, Tae and anyone who would listen that.

But, when Tae had moved to pin the jacket down, his hand had brushed against Jungkook's bare bicep, and his fingers had been like ice.

And Jungkook had looked a little closer.

The edges of Tae's red lips were tinged blue, his cheeks pale except for high points of flush from the icy wind, and his nose was bright pink.

And Jungkook was pleasantly warm.

Rolling his eyes, as if to express his long-suffering acceptance, Jungkook had slipped his left arm out of its sleeve and yanked Tae down beside him, waiting for the other boy to snake his arm down the empty sleeve.

They'd then worked together to join the zip and pull it up until they were warmly ensconced in the suddenly much smaller jacket.

Taehyung had smiled his thanks, snuggling in.

They'd both been asleep within minutes.


Somehow, when they'd gotten back up to continue with the afternoon's shoot, unzipping the jacket and freeing arms, it had been Tae who'd walked away with the jacket.

Jungkook would swear he wasn't exactly sure just how that had happened.


Neither was aware of the photos that were sent from phone to phone on the bus ride home.