BTS One Shots (boyxboy)

Cold Weather (yoonseok)

if they aren't husband's i'm Michelle Obama.

anyway enjoy the one shot, this was not a request but feel free to request something anytime! x

The wind rushed through the alleyway, his heart clenching and his body tingling from the cold. His worn out shoes retained no warmth as he slowly shuffled through the alleyway, the ice cold wind creating an unbearable environment. The holes in his jacket left place for the falling snowflakes to come in contact with his icy skin.

His limbs went weak, and he heaved a sigh as he slowly dropped to the ground, his knees grazing the snow. It was cold, undeniably cold, and he was frozen to the bone, his teeth clattering together and his lips tinted a dark shade of blue. His eyes clenched shut in defeat, and he wheezed out another sigh.

''Why?'' he asked, looking up at the dark sky. The clouds mask the beautiful stars he knows exist. A small frown etches itself onto his face at a light exhale coming from just outside the alleyway. He slowly bowed his head before using the last bit of energy to slowly crawl to the trashcan standing about a foot away, sitting down on the frozen pavement and hiding behind the trashcan.

''Is anyone there?'' A voice is heard, laced with anxiety. Yoongi decided not to answer, shoving his frozen hands in his pockets and leaning his head against the brick wall behind him.

''Hello?'' the voice called, the anxiousness thick in his tone. The stranger's shoes collided with the snow, emitting small crunching sounds. Yoongi doesn't move, only digs his hands a little deeper into his pockets, hoping the person will just walk away. The blond put his head against the trashcan slowly and closed his eyes.

''I know you're there, don't hide from me.'' A shuffle was heard and Yoongi could feel the trashcan jerking away from where his head was placed, making him fall onto his side in the snow.

''What the hell?'' he yelped, his voice groggy from not talking in days. The blond slowly looked up to see a boy, with locks dyed a light orange, his smile as bright as the sun. A crimson red scarf is tightly wrapped around his neck, a thick black jacket adorning his body, reaching his mid thighs.

''Are you just going to sit there?'' the boy questioned, a smile creeping onto his face as he held out a gloved hand. Yoongi glanced at the hand, but shook his head and sat up by himself. He didn't really fancy touching people, or people in general, for that matter.

The boy retreated his hand as Yoongi came to his feet, his legs still shaky from the frozen ground. Yoongi stood fully straight and just looked up at the boy, and it came to his attention that this boy seemed familiar. He slowly backed away without saying anything, turning around and starting to shuffle away from the boy.

''Where are you going?'' he heard the boy ask, but he shook his head, adjusting his old and fraying beanie on his head as he looked at the boy once more.

''Nowhere. You should go home, kid,'' Yoongi said, turning back around and shuffling further into the darkness of the alleyway, the night consuming him once more.

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The next day, Yoongi found himself wandering around one of the busiest streets in Seoul. He could feel people staring at his ragged clothing, silently judging him as he strutted down the sidewalk, his head bowed and his cheeks blushing red from pure embarrassment.

It wasn't like Yoongi could help his clothes. He simply didn't have the money to buy anything new, let alone fix the ones he was wearing. The knees of his jeans were open, his jacket and the sweater underneath providing little warmth as well.

He gazed ahead as he waited for the traffic light to become green, blowing on his hands to warm them up and stuffing them back into his pockets. When the light turns green, he walks along with the other people crossing the street, on their way home from work.