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Yoongi- AC

 I sat on the couch, tapping my foot impatiently as my eyes burned into the clock. He's late. Again.

I was about to give up and just go to bed when I heard the knob on the door start to jiggle and unlock. The door was opened slowly and quietly and I could hear him come in. I sat up straight, crossing my arms over my chest as I waited for him to come into the room.

"Oh." Yoongi looked at me with wide eyes. "You're still up? It's past ten isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's past ten." I spat, standing up and glaring at him. "An hour past ten. Four hours past the time you were supposed to be here for our date."

Realization hit his face as he scrunched his nose slightly. "I'm sorry, I got caught up with the boys again."

"And that's fine." I tilted my head in annoyance. "But a call would be nice. A text even. For god's sake send me an email. I got all ready and waited for you for four hours."

"Well why did you call or text me?"

I felt the anger growing up in my stomach. "I did." I growled between clenched teeth.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows as he pulled out his phone, pressing a few buttons before biting down on his bottom lip. "Aish, i'm sorry. When i'm working I put it on do not disturb."

"Yeah, no shit." I spun on me heels, heading up the stairs. "I suggest you sleep at the dorm tonight." I shot over my shoulder.

"Jagi-" Yoongi tried. I could hear him walking closer.

"I'm serious Yoongi." I spun around, fending him off with my eyes. "This is, what, the fifth time this has happened? I never see you as it is, so the one time I ask for an hour of your precious time, you blow me off. You knew we were planning on going out tonight, and you could bother quickly shooting me a text saying you were too busy?"

"I was so busy I forgot." Yoongi threw his arms out. "I told you this was going to be hard, what do you want me to do?"

"Set an alarm or something." I rolled my eyes. "Or, stop trying to set dinner dates that you can't keep."

"What do you want me to say?" He complained.

"Nothing, Yoongi." I sighed, tired of arguing. "I don't want you to say anything. Drive back safely." I spat out, turning and going back up the stairs. This time, he didn't try and follow me.

Next morning

My eyes were still bloodshot from crying myself asleep. I really hated fighting with him. I knew his schedule was tight as hell, and I really tried my best to understand when he had to cancel on me, but when we first started dating, he would at least let me know. Nowadays, he doesn't even bother. He doesn't care enough to remember.

I ran a lazy hand through my messy bed head, making my way down stairs. I also felt bad about kicking him out so late last night. I didn't even knew if he drove himself, if he had a ride back. Ugh, whatever. He's Min Yoongi. Someone would come and get him.

There was a different kind of light making it's way through the windows. It was white outside, the snow still gently falling. I smiled slightly, despite my mood. I really did like snow. It made me want to cuddle up with a blanket and watch a movie with Yoo-

I let out a depressed sigh as I looked out the window. Not today i'm guessing.

I moved into the kitchen, ready to make tea or something, but stopped in my tracks as I passed the living room. I heard breathing. It was light and steady, and I recognized it in a second.

I slowly moved my eyes to Yoongi sleeping on the couch. He had his arms around himself, trying to conceal his body heat in the very little blanket that he had on. He slept on the couch... Maybe the weather was really bad last night and I just didn't know? No, it wasn't even snowing last night. Maybe he really couldn't find a ride. Or maybe... maybe he cared enough to sleep on a uncomfortable couch because he felt bad.

My mind started to soften when I slapped my cheeks slightly. No, you are mad at him.

I nodded to myself as I continued to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and turning on the hot water. I opened the cabinet that held the tea and realized the new box of the one I wanted was at the very top. I pursed my lips and stood on my toes, reaching up and barely missing the box each time I slightly jumped.

My whole body froze as I felt someone behind me. A hand came up near mine and reached the box easy, slowly putting it down on the counter in front of me. I couldn't move as his other hand slid softly around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Get off." I growled low, cursing my body for not moving.

"No." He said simply, pulling me back closer to him. "I'm sorry, Jagiya. Forgive me."

I finally shook my head and shoved him off, taking the mug and the tea bag to the other side of the kitchen. Yoongi let out a long sigh and leaned on the counter.

"What can I do?" He pleaded.

"Just-" I let out an irritated sigh. "Not now, Yoongi." I grabbed the mug off the counter and walked out of the kitchen, leaving him standing.

Yoongi had an idea then. If I can't get you to talk to me, He thought with a devilish smile. Then I'll just get you to cuddle me.

I shivered slightly as I cleaned the dishes in the sink. Was it getting colder in here? I moved to check the temperature in the house, but ran into Yoongi in the hallway.

"You're shivering." He frowned, moving to take off his jacket.

"Don't." I shot. "I don't want it." I turned around, avoiding him.

Jesus, It was fucking cold. I sat at my laptop, shivering in my jacket. Why the hell was it so cold? It wasn't this morning. I tried to work, but my fingers were shaking.

"Jagi, you sure?" Yoongi was behind me again, his jacket half off his shoulders.

"I said no." I batted his hand off. "I know what you are doing Yoongi, and it's not going to work."

"What am I doing?" He let out a breathy laugh.

"Just go away." I grumbled. "I'm working."

Mother fucker it was warmer outside than it was in here! Well, probably not, but that's what it felt like. I shivered down the stairs, my teeth chattering loudly, getting the attention of Yoongi on the couch. How was he not freezing to death?

He looked me up and down once, then opened his arms slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. I couldn't resist any more.

I stubbornly stomped over to him and sat down stiffly next to him. He automatically wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I hated that I was immediately warmer.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into my hair, running his warm hands over my arms. "I promise it won't happen again."

I closed my eyes at the comfort of him, almost forgetting everything I was mad at him about. I nodded into him, sticking my hands around his waist and under his jacket. He let out a soft chuckle, taking that as me forgiving him.

This cute idiot, Yoongi smiled down at the girl in his arms, her shivering slowly coming to a stop. She didn't even notice I jacked up the AC. 

AWWWW!!! That's one way to get over a fight. DEFINITELY would work for me. For real for real.