My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

32) Of Snow and Snuggles

Date: November 21st
Time: 6:12pm
Location: A random ass park
Mood: Let's get it
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‪It lasted a second, the bravery. In the next she couldn't bear to see his reaction and moved to sip anxiously on the hot chocolate she held. ‬

‪When he didn't reply she had to take a peek. She was glad that she did, because the look of pure joy in his face caused her heart to swell. It was amazing and beyond her understanding how anyone could be so happy over anything she said or did. That smile was enough to make her feel like she'd finally done right and that maybe she was worth something after all.‬

‪They made one more stop for Jimin to buy an umbrella (which he tucked under one arm) before they were off again. He led her to the park and began to stroll around in search of a more secluded spot to sit. The trees, already bare, loomed overhead, their long branches interweaving with each other along the path they lined. The sun had set so the clouds were no longer visible but the smell of snow was prominent. ‬

‪"Do you never get cold?" Jimin couldn't help to ask. Y/n never shivered or indicated that the temperature bothered her. ‬

‪She shook her head in response. During winter and autumn she always wore a pair of long johns underneath her outfit and slipped in pocket warmers everywhere she could fit them. That, the hot chocolate and Jimin's presence so close was enough to make her feel like she was sitting next to a warm fire. ‬

"Did your arm heal just fine?"

She directed the question with a nod to the arm he had injured in that strange incident weeks ago. Still it puzzled her with how it had happened. Had the shelf always been twisted like that and he happened to injure himself that day? Did something else happen that she wasn't aware of that caused that? Or did Jimin possess some Hulk-like strength that made no sense?

He glanced toward where his wound had mostly healed over, wondering if he should mention the infection. Since Jin had taken him to the hospital, his hyung had religiously contacted him twice a day to ensure that he was properly taking his antibiotics. The staples had come out ten days after and he was meant for one more check-up afterward but had failed to show up for that part. Thankfully Jin had no idea.

"Yes. For the most part." It wasn't a lie but a cover up. When it seemed she was about to ask more about it he intervened with a question of his own. "What's your favorite food?"

"Tomatoes."

Ironic.

There was a quizzical look she sent at the grin he adopted in reply to her answer. When she asked what it was for, he shrugged and tugged her along to a lonely bench sat in the empty park. It was a good size but he sat snug against her, something that brightened her complexion three-times it's normal scarlet shade.

Catching sight of the flush, he thought better of it and scooted to the other end of the bench, letting her hand slip out of his own for the first time that evening.

And while his main objective was to make her more comfortable, it resulted in the opposite. He moved for her sake and she understood that, but how was she to express that what she wanted was for him to be closer?

"J-Jimin." Hesitantly she stretched her hand across the bench as far as she could, the thumb and forefinger stretched into the shape of an L. Though he'd asked her to use this sign to tell him to stop, this was the first occasion of it's use.

He caught sight of the sign and froze. "Oh. OH."

Now that he had gotten the message she smiled, but that dropped less than a second later when he moved even farther away, completely off of the bench to sit on the cold ground.