- yoongi's pov -
it was a solid hour till the carnival would open, and we hadnt struck a legitimate conversation yet.
i was struggling to concentrate reading, and my eyes constantly went astray from the yellowed pages of my book, and onto jimin. he looked adorable that day, a baby pink scarf around his neck and a thick white coat pulled over his shoulders.
"concentrate, yoongi. snap out of it."
as i unconsciously glance at jimin again, i notice him rubbing his eyes with the cuffs of his coat again.
i chuckle, staring at his rosy cheeks and his nose which most definitely reminded me of rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer.
"hey, you have lint on your lashes." i say as-a-matter of factly.
"really? where?" he asks cutely, batting his eyelashes at me.
"stop doing that, youre making me blush." i mutter, deepening my voice as i said that.
his cheeks turned even redder, and he avoided eye contact, staring at the ground.
"here, let me get that for you." i say as sweetly as possible, shifting my body closer to face him. i place my pinky on his jaw and my thumb over his eyelid, brushing slightly. the ball of lint comes off almost immediately, but i keep my hand on his face.
i look away from his eyes and at his lips for a split second and he notices. he glances at me slightly, and i realised that he was holding his breath. i met his gaze again, then watched as his eyes slowly flickered from my eyes down to my lips, then to my eyes once more.
i inched closer to his face, and he does the same.
and in that moment, as we looked at each other, hearts racing, butterflies flying wild in our stomachs, and our lips connected, i felt something i hadnt been able to feel in a long while- warmth.
i gently pulled him closer, feeling his gloved hands on my waist and brushing my thumb across his cheek affectionately.
as we pulled away, breathless, he asks,
"so is the lint gone or nah- because i'd very much like for it to have stayed on."
we both burst out into laughter, gasping for air as we flailed our arms aimlessly trying to stop ourselves from laughing that hard.
we both calm down eventually, fingers interlocked, heat packs in our free-hand. i see from the corner of my eyes that jimin was pressing his lips against the heat pack.
"hey, ouch, i hope my lips werent that cold."
he turns to look at me, stands up, and pecks me on my cheek.
"i wanted you to be warm." he giggles, as i shove my hands into his coat pocket. i then lean my forehead on his abdomen and gasp.
"wow- you've got abs."
