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"You—" Jungkook starts to say, and then stops. Jimin blinks.

"Me?"

"Ah, nothing," Jungkook mumbles. He shoves his hands into his pockets, and Jimin makes a confused little noise but lets him be. Jungkook is clearly hyping himself up for something, with the way he keeps fidgeting and quickly glancing away when Jimin looks over at him, but Jimin has no idea what.

Their evening together has been fun. Relaxing, after the stress of exams and shopping and regular end-of-semester bustle. Jimin always feels warm around Jungkook, like there's a little glow in Jimin's chest directly connected to the cute scrunch of Jungkook's nose and eyes when he smiles, to the soft and often teasing way he says Jimin's name.

Sometimes Jimin thinks it would be a lot easier if it was just a crush.

"Hyung," Jungkook says, and Jimin glances up, realizes Jungkook has stopped by some trees decorated in lights not too far from the outdoor ice skating rink.

"Yeah?"

Jungkook's eyes are wide. Well, wider. "You look cold."

"Um, yeah, a little bit."

"Okay," Jungkook breathes out shakily, and Jimin isn't sure where this is going until Jungkook is unwinding the red scarf from around his neck, letting it hang over his shoulders and then pulling Jimin close with wide hands on his hips.

The touch, as well as how close they're suddenly standing, is unexpected. Jimin's stomach swoops. "Jungkook-ah?"

"We can share," Jungkook says, slowly wrapping the scarf around Jimin's neck as well, looping it once until his neck is fully covered by the warm material. Jimin's cheeks heat realizing it must be warm from Jungkook's skin. 

Jungkook tosses the other end of the scarf over his own shoulder. "See?"

"This is... We can't walk like this," Jimin laughs, the Jungkook-glow in his chest blooming when Jungkook purses his lips, half-concentration and half-pout.

"C'mere," Jungkook mutters, and then he's picking Jimin up with a strong grip under his thighs, winter gear and all, and hoisting him up until Jimin's face is a little higher than Jungkook's.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin gasps, face heating, legs instinctively wrapping around Jungkook's waist and arms draping over his shoulders. "Stop, I'm too heavy!"

"Jimin-hyung," Jungkook says softly, "will you kiss me?"

"I—" Jimin's stomach has gone from an innocent swoop to a full storm of butterflies. "Really?"

"Only if you want that. But I do, ah." Jungkook licks his lips, staring up at Jimin with a bright, achingly sincere look. "Want that. Kind of for a while, actually—"

Jimin ducks his head down, face tilted, and kisses Jungkook on the lips.

The angle is— maybe awkward, objectively, and probably a strain on both their necks, but the romance of it lights up an excited heat in Jimin's belly, has him kissing with an urgency he would never use in public. Jungkook groans against Jimin's mouth — Is that a sexy noise? Is it a warning he's about to drop Jimin? — and then kisses back just as hard, huffs out a laugh that puffs warm over Jimin's flushed cheeks.

Jimin wonders if anyone's staring. The scarf maybe hides their faces a little, with the way it's pulled taut between them, but there's no mystery to what they're doing.

"Fuck," Jungkook swears in a low voice that has Jimin shivering under his winter coat, and then Jungkook is lowering him back to the ground, Jimin's legs reluctantly unwinding from Jungkook's waist. "Wow."

Jimin giggles, nerves and giddiness, and hides his face against Jungkook's shoulder for a moment. "Jungkook-ah."

"Jimin-ssi."

Jimin smacks Jungkook's chest, even if he probably can't feel much through his own winter clothing. He lifts his head, meets Jungkook's starry gaze and says, "You said a while. How long?"

"Like." Jungkook purses his lips, pretending to think about it. There's a shine to them that Jimin greedily hopes is from his own mouth. "Like since I was 15?"

Jimin groans, annoyed at himself for the way his eyes have watered up a little. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that. Ah, Jeon Jungkookie..."

"You kissed me, though," Jungkook whispers, ducking his head to nose at Jimin's temple, sniffing at his hair for whatever reason. "So you're not upset?"

Jimin shakes his head and reaches up to play with the scarf, winding it around both of them tighter, until they have to stand closer. Jungkook is so handsome, looks at Jimin like Jimin is his whole world, but— isn't that always how he's looked at Jimin?

"Not upset. Just annoyed it took us so long. Does this mean you'll hold my hand while we ice skate?"

Jungkook's smile is unabashedly bright, eyes scrunched up with it. "Hyung. You'd make me hold your hand anyway."

"Mm, maybe, but it's different now," Jimin tells him in a low voice before leaning in to kiss him again. Jungkook smiles against his lips, and then slides an arm around Jimin's waist before kissing him back.