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“You know, you’re gonna catch a cold out here.”
The familiar voice, more of a drunken slur than anything else, reverberated from somewhere behind Namjoon. He didn’t turn around, instead choosing to focus on the flurry in front of his eyes. It was difficult to see very far due to the sudden snowstorm, and Namjoon guessed the visibility would clock in somewhere around five meters. He lips parted slightly, as if to answer the man behind him, but he decided on saying nothing.
Yoongi must have picked up on this, because Namjoon soon heard the soft footsteps on the deck. Yoongi strode lazily over until he was right next to Namjoon, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. Namjoon could see him out of the corner of his eye, but he turned his gaze away and rested his forearms on the wooden railing.
“I’m not going anywhere” Namjoon murmured, eyes training on the streetlight near the bottom of the hill. “Don’t waste your time.”
Namjoon heard the drawn-out exhale from the man next to him. It wasn’t quite a sigh, but it carried an emotion that he didn’t want to think about out of guilt. When the gentle thud of something heavy lands on Namjoon’s shoulder, he leans against it out of habit.
“Well I’m not either” Yoongi mumbles, his cheek pressed up against the fabric of Namjoon’s sweater. They stay there for a long time, heads pressed together and staring out into the rapidly-piling snow amongst the trees. When a shudder ripples through Namjoon’s body, Yoongi snorts, his breath coming out in a curling cloud in front of his face.
“You idiot” he mutters softly, not an ounce of venom in his voice despite the harsh words. He pushes off Namjoon’s shoulder, spinning on one leg awkwardly before trudging back up the deck. Just as Namjoon turns to watch the elder, his vision goes dark.
“What the hell?”
He hears a chuckle, then the thick fabric of a quilt is pried off his head and draped around his shoulders. The familiar face of Yoongi is mere inches from his own as he situates the quilt around Namjoon’s body. He huffs out a sigh, noticing the face Yoongi makes from the warm breath suddenly assaulting his personal space.
“Sorry I’m moping so much” he says, his eyes training on Yoongi’s features to try and detect his mood, but the latter’s face remains stoic.
“It’s not your fault that Jin got the flu and the airline lose Jungkook’s luggage” he replies simply, stuffing his hands back into his pockets and shifting his weight from side to side in order to stave off the chill. Namjoon frowns at this.
“It feels like it is, and now you’re freezing out here with me” he retorts, his brow furrowing at the sight of Yoongi’s quickly reddening nose. Yoongi shakes his head, his dark hair rustling from the movement.
“Not for long, open up.”
Namjoon obliges and soon the smaller man is pressed up against him. Yoongi tugs the blanket tighter around the two of them, sniffing once as he shuffles closer to Namjoon.
“Why did they think Finland was a good country to do promotions in the middle of January?” Yoongi asks, huffing in annoyance. Namjoon shoots him a sheepish look before replying.
“I may have mentioned I’d like to visit here someday. Does that make me an asshole?”
Yoongi shakes his head, fixing his gaze out to the storm that seems to be picking up speed. After a beat, a sheet of snow slides off the roof and hits the ground in a powdery explosion.
Yoongi snorts. “Okay, maybe a bit of an asshole.”
Namjoon lets out something between a laugh and a groan as he scrubs his face with his hand. Yoongi laughs loudly, and after a moment and an ah, quit it he takes Namjoon’s hand away from his face. They intertwine fingers and Yoongi stuffs their tangled hands in the pocket of his jacket.
He tells himself it’s to keep the younger warm. It’s only half true.