How to Fall in Love [BTS]

01

Love is so strange that it shows itself as someone else. Because, even if mom tells you you shouldn't talk to strangers, you know you'll end up falling for one. It's just that when you do, that person's definition changes; they're not the stranger mother doesn't want you to talk to anymore. Now they're someone special that makes you smile, scream, cry and feel butterflies in your stomach.

Falling in love is easy. Everything starts with an accidental meeting, something as less transcendental it's almost a coincidence.

For example, this cold December evening, while returning from soccer practice, Namjoon has forgotten his sweater at home and he could swear the 13 centigrades the thermometer was showing are wrong, that they're actually at the North Pole or somewhere too cold.

And he shivers slightly as he sees his breath coming out of his mouth, hitting the window's glass and fogging the crystal. He still has fifteen minutes left to get home. He will surely die. And if not, he will surely get sick. If he gets sick, his mother will kill him. He was fucked up in any scenario.

"Can I sit down?" he is asked politely.

He nods his head, as his teeth are chattering too much and it's hard to speak for him. The stranger smiles and sits next to him. His smile is pretty. The heat the other's body is letting out is able to lower the cold, but Namjoon still has goosebumps and his fingertips feel frozen.

"You're a little dumb, don't you think?" the brunette stranger whispers.

"Pardon?" Namjoon feels seriously offended. That is to say, what about respect? 

"Who goes out without winter clothes in December?"

The boy, with a green jacket, black scarf and matching hat and gloves, takes the scarf off his neck and extends it towards the tanned boy.

Namjoon stares at him, surprised, since he doesn't know if that bunny-faced guy is joking or if it's just his way to flirt. Inside, he hopes it's the second option. The stranger rolls hi eyes when he sees the pink haired boy won't take the scarf and, against his will, he wraps Namjoon's skin, making a fancy knot with the scarf's ends, slapping the fabric gently once he's done. He smiles once more.

"Cover yourself."

He orders before standing up and getting down the bus, just as calm as when he had sat next to the football player.

Namjoon stares at the path the boy left when he disappeared, a little puzzled, and he bites his lower lip slightly. He hides his nose into the scarf's warmth and smiles. That guy was cute.