It had been a long, slow shift at work, the hours dragging by torturously until Jungkook could finally clock out and return home to his bed. The walk home was bitterly cold. A block or two from his apartment, snow began to float down from the vast black sky, sticking to his eyelashes and melting on his cheeks.
Regardless of the things he has been responsible for in his short lifetime, Jungkook is nothing if not a big kid at heart. And so, instead of curling up underneath the comforting confines of his bed sheets, Jungkook finds himself half-hanging out of his bedroom window at stupid-o'clock in the morning, his fingers outstretched into the icy night air to catch snowflakes in his palms.
This is where Yoongi finds him some time later. Jungkook isn't sure exactly how long he has been there when the demon appears in his usual flurry of black fog, immediately starting to pace around the room, not even looking at Jungkook. He walks back and forth, back and forth, his shoulders pulled up tensely around his ears, his cherry lips moving as he mumbles soundlessly to himself. Jungkook drags himself away from the freshly falling snow and pulls the window closed, watching the demon prowl to and fro.
"Uh – Yoongi?" he says, but the shorter man doesn't even look up, just continues his frenzied path around the room. Jungkook gets to his feet, his eyes following Yoongi, taking in the way his pale skin is strangely flushed, the way his hair is unkempt as though he has been running his hands through it. He takes a step towards Yoongi only for the demon to walk straight past him, still muttering under his breath. "Yoongi?"
His behaviour, though unpredictable at the best of times, is now downright alarming to Jungkook, whose head immediately swarms with a thousand dreadful possibilities, each more undesirable than the last. Starting to shiver with panic, Jungkook reaches out as Yoongi turns back towards him and grabs the demon's shoulder.
At Jungkook's touch, Yoongi's head snaps up, his eyes dark and desperate. His cold hands find Jungkook's waist, pushing him backwards and slamming him against the bedroom wall. His lips collide with the human's with too much force, a huff of surprised breath and a small, frightened whimper escaping the taller man. Yoongi is pinning Jungkook to the wall with one icy, firm hand, the other snaking over the human's chest to his hair, gripping tightly and holding them together. Yoongi is not the gentle chill of the snowflakes drifting down outside; he is hard ice, unforgiving and unmelting, carving through Jungkook with ease.
The human's large, warm hands find Yoongi's tense shoulders and forces him back, but not too far, not so far that the delicious electricity between their bodies dissipates. "Yoongi, what's the matter?" Jungkook asks, dipping his head to try to catch the demon's dangerous gaze. Yoongi meets his eyes, a strange blankness to his face, though his molten irises are burning as passionately as ever.
"Touch me," Yoongi breathes, and his voice is silk again, silk shifting in a slight breeze. Jungkook hesitates; he can't help it. His stomach coils almost painfully and his mouth is suddenly far too dry. "Please, Kookie."
Jungkook doesn't know if it's because he feels he has been given permission to finally act on his desires, or the fact that Yoongi just fucking begged to be touched, but he doesn't require any further prompting to give into the demon. He slides his hands down Yoongi's arms to his hips, gently pulling the shorter man against him, and indulgently kisses the corners of Yoongi's mouth before claiming his lips.
Somehow, he manages to slow down the kiss, the demon's lips becoming pliant against his, and he takes a moment to just feel: he feels Yoongi's arms snaking up to loosely wrap around his neck, those wintry hands still trembling slightly where they rest against his nape. He feels Yoongi's heart pounding through his own chest, feels the way his chest stutters when he inhales, the way Yoongi's breath fans over his skin as he exhales. Jungkook deepens the kiss slowly as his hands find their way under Yoongi's black sweater, pressing against the shorter man's gelid flesh, one moving up along the curve of his spine, the other winding around his waist. Yoongi is pulled onto his tiptoes, his arms tightening around Jungkook's neck, and he lets out a noise of so much longing that Jungkook can't help but whimper.
