It was freezing.
Bitter air pinched at Jimins cheeks and flakes of snow made themselves at home his eye-lashes. Even with a beanie pulled down over his ears and he wrapped himself up in more layers than he could even count, yet still the cold seeped through his clothes and made him shiver. He sniffed, tugging his scarf up over his face mask to cover his nose, a sudden shiver wrecking through him and he felt a hand slip into his own. It was gloved too, warm in his own chilly hand. Jimin looked up, the apples of his cheeks bright red as they peeked out from his scarf. A tall man with a smile full of dimples looked back. He had some ugly fur hat on, that he somehow made fashionable, but it kept him warm so Jimin didn't really protest. From behind his mask and scarf, Jimin smiled and gave the elders fingers a squeeze.
Even if they were surrounded by people by the bus stop, waiting just to get home away from this weather they'd probably catch their death in.
Although they had to hide who they were and their affections for one another, he was still grateful for the contact. The men shuffled closer to press their sides together to hide the fact they were holding hands. They made it look casual, huddling for warmth and squashed from the lack of space under the small shelter. Jimin felt a warm tingle slowly rise up his arm and he smiled, leaning his head slightly on Namjoons shoulder. He felt the shoulders shake a little as the man chuckled, finding Jimins reactions the cutest thing on the planet.
"We'll be home soon, don't worry." He heard the man whisper to him and he tipped his head up to reply.
"I don't mind staying here, hyung."
