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Eight months earlier

Yoongi softly squeezed Jimin's cold hands.
They were leaning against a wall in the metro station. It was a bit uncomfortable, the way the stones dug into Yoongi's back, but he didn't say anything. Jimin was there and that was all he wanted.

"And oh my God, I can't wait for the movie to come out... Have you seen the trailer yet?"
Yoongi hummed and smiled down at Jimin. Said man had been talking about this one book he had read recently and that he really liked – actually, he had already told Yoongi about it a few days ago, but Yoongi didn't mention that. Sometimes, Jimin told things two or three or maybe even four times, that's what he did, and it didn't bother Yoongi at all. He thought it was cute, and if Jimin felt the need to tell Yoongi about it then it seemed to be important to him, so who was Yoongi to reject him?

And secretly, he knew that Jimin always told things more than once if they were important because he thought that no one was listening anyways. Yoongi was always listening.

"No, not yet," Yoongi answered just like he had last time, "You can show me later if you want to."
He moved his right hand up and down Jimin's arm, his left hand still holding his hands.
It was January, and while in summer, the air inside the metro station was always stiffling hot, it was freezing cold today. Jimin had complained that his hands were "almost falling off because they were so cold" and that he was "definitely going to be chilblained if Yoongi wouldn't try to warm him up", and ever since then, Yoongi had been cupping Jimin's small hands with his own.

"Yes, please!" Jimin said, "And promise me you're going to see the movie with me, yeah? Pretty please? The book was already awesome, it's so going to be worth it–"
"You just like it because the main character is hot," Yoongi cut him off with a grin. His right hand wrapped around Jimin's waist and pulled him closer.
Jimin grinned and turned his head away. He let go of Yoongi's hand in order to clutch at Yoongi's jacket.
"That's not true. Well, not entirely," he added when he saw Yoongi's knowing face.

"But you know that I don't watch movies that often, so you should enjoy that I'm practically begging you to go see this one with me," Jimin continued. Yoongi hummed again and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Jimin's cheek, followed by another one.
Jimin smelled like something blue. Yoongi liked that.

"And after you've seen the trailer you're going to be excited as well, I promise," Jimin said and giggled when Yoongi's cold lips continued to kiss him on the cheek.
"I'm even going to pay for the popcorn –"
"Jimin, baby, I didn't even say no," Yoongi mumbled, his words being muffled by Jimin's cheek.
"So is that a yes?" Jimin asked.

"It's a maybe," Yoongi answered, "It's still some time until the movie is being released, so we'll have to see then." He kissed Jimin's cheek again.
"I can work with that," Jimin said and wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck.
"Otherwise I'll have to get Taehyung to go with me, but he won't like it, I know that... maybe Seokjin will go with me... or we all go together."
Yoongi chuckled. He looked at Jimin, and he swore, if anyone had watched them, they would've thrown up from the amount of love that was between them.
He leaned forward and softly kissed Jimin on the lips. "I'll go with you, don't worry," he then mumbled.
Their faces were so close, he could feel Jimin's hot breath on his skin, although he had already thought that he had frozen numb.

"Great," Jimin breathed out and kissed Yoongi again, a bit longer this time.
They didn't care about the dirty looks they were getting. Not anymore.
Besides, there was no one else except for a middle aged man and a teenage girl here anyways.

"I love you," Yoongi mumbled against Jimin's lips.
"I love you too."

They kissed until their metro arrived, and after they had gotten on the metro and sat down (the wagon was almost empty; it was probably too cold outside for most people) and Yoongi was slowly starting to feel his limbs again, they kissed once more and whispered sweet things to each other.

Eventually, they just sat there, Yoongi staring out of the window and watching the world outside get darker and darker as the sun, which had been hiding behind thick grey clouds the whole day, was slowly going down, and Jimin sitting sideways, his legs resting on Yoongi's lap and his hands playing with the fingers of Yoongi's left hand.

"Oh, did you get what happened between Seokjin and Namjoon?" Jimin asked all of a sudden.
"Are they having a fight?"

Yoongi looked at Jimin. "Yeah, they kind of do," he said. Namjoon had told him all about it that morning.
"Why?" Jimin leaned his head against the backrest of his seat. He was still holding Yoongi's hand, softly pressing his finger joints. It felt somewhat nice.
Yoongi didn't know if he should tell Jimin. After all, it was an argument between Namjoon and Seokjin and no one else had anything to do with it. But then again... it wasn't a secret, really. Jimin would find out sooner or later anyways.

"I think it was because Namjoon smoked," Yoongi sighed and wrapped his free arm around Jimin's legs, "And Seokjin didn't like that."
Jimin hummed as a sign that he had heard Yoongi, but he didn't look at him, and he didn't say anything either. Yoongi already thought that this was it, they were just going to go back to being quiet, when Jimin suddenly asked, "Have you ever smoked?"
Yoongi glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "Me? Yeah, I have. But not for a while."

He figured that Jimin had already known. Apparently, he hadn't, but it didn't seem to bother the younger. He just looked up with a sigh and said, "I don't like smoking."
Yoongi's thumb caressed Jimin's lower leg. "It's unhealthy," he said.
"It's kind of disgusting," Jimin added and nodded.
"I don't like drugs in general. And I'll never do them. I mean, sure, alcohol is a drug I guess, but that's different. I'm talking about the heavier stuff, you know?"

"Yeah," Yoongi said.

"I mean, you can do drugs, if you want to, as long as you're being careful. It's not my life, I don't care," Jimin said, "Unless something happens or things are getting out of control. I mean, I want you to be okay."
Yoongi chuckled. "Thank you, baby," he said. Jimin smiled at him.
Then, he gasped and pulled his legs down from Yoongi's lap. Instead, he kneeled down on his own seat and wrapped an arm around Yoongi's neck, his other hand searching for his phone.
"What're you doing there?" Yoongi asked confused.

"I just got an idea," Jimin answered absently. He pulled out his phone and opened the camera app, then he held it in front of his face as if he was taking a picture of the scenery through the window.

"Jimin –"
"You can see our reflection," Jimin said. Yoongi looked at the window.
It was already dark outside, and since the lights inside the wagon were on, the window was now acting as some sort of mirror.

"I've seen this online, come on, it's cute," Jimin said and gave Yoongi a soft nudge with his nose.
Yoongi rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. He hid his face against Jimin's neck and watched the phone screen as Jimin took a few pictures.
Then, Jimin shifted around and kissed Yoongi on the lips, again taking a few pictures (although Yoongi could only guess that; he had his eyes closed).

"Great," Jimin grinned and climbed back into his seat. One second later, he showed Yoongi the photos. They were pretty cool, he had to admit that.
You couldn't see their faces since they were covered by Jimin's phone, but Yoongi still liked them a lot.
"We're so awfully cheesy," Yoongi chuckled. Jimin giggled. "I think we're quite awesome."

And of course Yoongi couldn't disagree with that.