As the snowflakes shinnied in the wintry air like kisses from the artisanal creator, the queen of the winter, December announced her arrival.
Christmas was just around the corner, and for once, the family of four decide to push their dear responsib...
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It was cold, cold enough to send chills down the length of his spine. With the bleak air, crisp and cold deliciously nipping at his cheeks, despite the numerous layers of clothing he was adorned with, it was still colder than ever.
It was no wonder, for it has always been excruciatingly cold when the queen of winter announces her arrival.
Coloring his cheeks an extremely lovely shade of pink. The warmer days when the spring sun showed up in the sky almost every day were long gone, and the proof being the swinging branches wrapped up in twirls of reds and oranges, green fading into nothingness.
The sky was overcast with a gloomy tinge of plasma-blue, giggling in whispers and dark, heavy-bellied clouds clothed and scattered about. It seemed more appealing to stay indoors, yet, winter has always been a season of love to Jungkook. For winter reminded him of the transfer student he'd met donkey's ears back, during one of the forgotten December months of his high school days.
Letting the ice crackle underfoot, Jungkook hurries to get his way past the crystalline joy, trying not to slip under the transience of the newly formed ski rinks surrounding their little suburban house situated at the south-western side of Seoul. Arms stretched out in hopes of retrieving balance, he proceeds to make his way to the mailbox in order to fetch the daily newspaper, occasionally (or not really) cursing their neighborhood's very own snow-mover for ditching his work first thing in the morning.
Sighing, he looks cross-eyed at how his breath fogs up before his nose and releases in tiny puffs of milky white. Rubbing his glove-covered palms together to extract warmth, Jungkook skims through the headlines, simultaneously making his way back to the house.
"Four more cats reported dead on Itaewon street. Cause seems to revolve around food poisoning?" Jungkook mumbles as he shuts the door, an involuntary sigh of relief rushing through as the room heater seemed to have been doing its job perfectly well. "Humanity seems to have dissipated these days, sigh."
Checking the time on the wall clock, Jungkook gasps as he basks in the shock morphing his face. It had been fifteen solid minutes past seven and the house was dead-quiet, which means just one thing.
"Kim Taehyung, I'm gonna call you one last time. And, if you're not up in another minute, then you may start picturing yourself heading to work on an empty stomach!" He exclaims at the top of his voice as he marches upstairs.
Groaning, Jungkook offers a roll of his eyes before harshly pulling the cozy mattress off the soundly sleeping male, who jolts himself awake as soon as the cruel chill hits his skin. As the younger pulls the beige Venetian blinds open, letting the barely awakened sun seep in, Taehyung offers a gravelly whine in displease.
Rubbing at his eyes with barely there jut of the lips, Taehyung mutters out, "What time is it?"
"Half past seven! Are you planning to present yourself downstairs at nine?"
