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softyoongiionly · 3 years ago

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Not Even a Mouse

Summary: The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Title: Not Even a Mouse

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)

Warnings: explicit smut (penetration, love bites), language, mild angst, mentions of blood, really bad weather, mentions of bad parenting/abandonment (not Yoongi), swearing, brief mention of cancer, nightmares and anxiety

Word Count: 14.7k

Special thanks to: @bulletproofbirdy @gldnrecs for always being around and keeping me sane, and also for your incredible minds and contributions to the plot. I love you lots. To @yoonia @randombtsprincessa and @yeoldontknow thank you for hyping me up and being the cutest ever! I love you!

Author’s Note: This story is written for the Christmas in July project hosted by the INCREDIBLE @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo! I am apart of the Hoeliday Well Spent theme, and I’m so excited for the amazing fics that are coming out! This fic is loosely inspired by the film, Christmas Inheritance. I hope you enjoy :D

“All commercial flights out of the northeastern region are delayed until further notice. Our expert team here at TXT613 is predicting that the winter storm will move into the surrounding cities of Candy Cane Lane, Sleighbells, Chestnut and, Snow Falls at around 6:30pm. This system of storms is gaining traction as we speak and is expected to bring about catastrophic snow fall in the regions on our screen. We advise those who are living or lodging in these cities to have the necessary supplies and prepare for a potential loss of power.”

You’re leaning on your elbows, helplessly watching the screen. The bar you are sitting in his bustling with activity, but no one seems to pay much attention to the disturbing content playing through the speakers.

“Excuse me?” You call softly to the bartender, “How long do these things normally last?”

He cocks his head for a moment before glancing behind him at the screen, “The weather? Oh well-“ He chuckles as he sets a glass onto the countertop, “-if their predictions are correct, you’re looking at a delay of at least a few days, maybe even a week…”

Your eyes widen, “A week? But I’m supposed to be on a flight tomorrow morning…”

The bartender chuckles again, quite endeared by your whining, “Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen…” He glances at the insignia on your passport case, “…you’re here to meet with Mayor Sweetree, right?”

You continue to pout before narrowing your eyes in confusion, “How did you know?”

He smirks, “Small town. And uh-“ He points to your passport, “I recognize the logo, the fact that we have a famous toy inventor as our mayor is kind of this town’s only claim to fame.”

Marvin Sweetree was a long-time friend of your fathers. He helped start your father’s toy business, Sweet and Company, and invented many of the brand’s best-selling items. Marvin parted ways to settle down in a smaller city with his family, but still kept some of his share in the company. Recently, your father has decided to retire and pass along the business to you, with Marvin requesting that you meet with him in person to discuss a potential sale or future partnership. Your meeting was to take place this morning, but the mayor cancelled due to him needing to prep for the storm.

“He and I were supposed to meet at a place called The Snowman?” You question, not entirely sure if you remembered the name correctly, “But he sent me an email saying that he wouldn’t be able to meet for me until after the storm...”

You can hear your voice beginning to trail off as the stress of the situation you are now in is taking over. There was not enough in your carry-on suitcase for a week long trip in a town you were wholeheartedly unfamiliar with. Something about being trapped also caused the bitter flavor of anxiety to crawl slowly up your throat.

What the hell were you going to do?

Luckily, the bartender seems to notice your discomfort, and extends his hand your way.

“Hey-“ He calls, pulling you from the swell of panic, “I don’t believe I introduced myself…my name is Yeonjun.”

Still visibly uneasy, you shake his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you…”

Yeonjun flashes a wry smile, his black hair falling into his face momentarily before he speaks again, “So you’re not all alone in the middle of nowhere anymore huh? You now know the charming bartender who just so happens to be born and raised in Snow Falls.”

His comments put you at ease despite the fact that his confidence makes you roll your eyes a bit.

“Can the charming and incredibly humble bartender point me in the direction of somewhere to stay then? Since we’ve become friends so quickly?” You inquire, trying to ignore how charming he really was.

Yeonjun chuckles again, pleased that he was able to interest you, “I can. The Icicle Inn is just down the street; if you leave the bar and hang a left, you can’t miss it. If you need anything else- food, toiletries, novelty snow globes…” He elaborates, pointing a finger to his left, “I recommend Min’s Mini Mart. The owner, Yoongi, is a really nice guy and knows this town almost as well as I do.”

As he’s talking to you, you’re writing some of the info down in your phone and making a mental note of what you have in your suitcase.

“Got it.” You look up and shoot a genuine smile his way, “Thank you so much. I’ll definitely have to stop by- I only brought enough stuff to last me a few days.”

He nods with a bit of sympathy on his face, “I’m sorry you’re stranded. The conditions should clear up by the end of the week, so I wouldn’t worry about being put out for too long. But-“ His expression grows slightly serious, “-this storm is going to be brutal, so just make sure you’re indoors by tonight, ok? I don’t want to hear that we lost another tourist to the Yeti…”

Your eyes widen momentarily before Yeonjun starts laughing, waving his hand in dismissively.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding…” He laughs still, the volume increasing when you throw a stray toothpick his way, “…we banished him years ago.”

“I think your charm is starting to wear off.” You grumble, trying to stifle a smile at his infectious laughter.

“You admitting that I had any in the first place is good enough for me. I’m a bit out of practice when it comes to talking with strangers.”

A lone patron takes a seat on the stool beside you, looking at Yeonjun expectedly.

“Be right with you sir.” He smiles before taking a bit of a receipt paper and scribbling his info onto it, “Here’s my number- text me if you need anything. I live upstairs with my old man, if the Inn doesn’t work out, you’re free to crash on the couch.”

Placing your fingers on the thin material, you smirk fondly at the kind stranger behind the counter, “As long as the Inn isn’t haunted or housing bedbugs- I should be out of your hair. But seriously, thank you so much. I’ll be sure to leave a sterling review for-“ You lean over to catch a glance at the sign again, you hadn’t even bothered to read it when you came in earlier, “Blizzards and Billards…”

Yeonjun chuckles, “Oh you won’t find us on Yelp, my dad doesn’t believe in it. But please stop by before you head out though, yeah?”

You laugh, nodding a bit before scooting off of the stool, “I will. Thank you again.”

He gives you a half-hearted salute, keeping that same brilliant smile as turns to assist the man at the bar.

Your cheeks are a little hot as you navigate towards the front door; it’s been a while since anyone has sent any charm your way. You weren’t entirely sure if he was flirting with you, but he was handsome and made you feel visible, which is something you’re not used to.

Part of the reason you so desperately wanted to take over your father’s business is because of your current job. You work as an editor for a high-profile children’s book publisher, and although the job started out being everything you could have hoped for, you quickly realized that the company was only interested in turning a profit.

After one incredibly upsetting meeting, you had taken a taxi to your father’s office downtown and burst into his office with tears streaming down your face. It was on this day that he decided that you were the perfect person to take over his beloved business. He believed that you understood the true meaning behind the brand, and would never allow greed to stand in the way of the company’s mission.

Securing your coat around your body, you grit your teeth and face the bitter cold that awaits you. The main street of Snow Falls is beautiful. The entirety of the road is lined with various shops and offices that all seem to stack neatly upon one another, each of their rooftops blanketed with snow. The people of Snow Falls go about their business, unbothered by the impending storm.

Making your way to the Inn, you pass a young couple who lean into one another in an effort to shield themselves from the cold. They laugh as a particularly aggressive gust of wind whips through the town square, only causing them to huddle closer.

You won’t lie, the sight of them is bittersweet. Sweet, because of the love wafting through the winter air. Bitter, because you are left longing for it.

As promised, the Icicle Inn is hard to miss. It stands a few stories high with both fake and real icicles adorning the edges of its roof. The exterior is held together by a rich mahogany with white paneling running parallel and perpendicular. It looks like an old Tudor style home with an inviting wooden sign that reads:

The Icicle Inn est. 1899

Luckily for you, the Inn has plenty of vacancies and the owner was nice enough to through in a ‘shitty weather’ discount as they had aptly described it. Once you make it up to your room, you unpack your things to get an idea of what you needed from the store. You have enough clothes to last you for the next few days. You would worry about stopping by a local boutique if things got worse, but for now you figured you could mix and match with what you have. After going through your suitcase, your main issue seemed to be your lack of food and your lack of a proper blanket.

You wanted to buy a big fluffy one at the airport, but it had totally slipped your mind. In addition to your comfort items, you figured you might as well pick up some full-sized toiletry items just in case.

Min’s Mini Mart had been on the corner of the cross streets that lead to the bar and the Inn. You remember passing it on your way here, so it’s quite easy to retrace those steps to the storefront.

A shiny red sign with neat white letters hangs above the automatic doors, the outer edges of it caked in snow. You have to tighten your coat against another burst of wind as the doors slide open. Thankfully, the inside of the store is toasty and inviting, much like the other establishments in Snow Falls.

The typical fluorescent lights are nowhere to be found in Min’s Mini Mart, and neither are the loud signs which normally jump out at you the moment you walk in. Instead, you are met with warm lightening and hand written signs that neatly label different aisles and products. The store seems to be a one stop shop for groceries and necessities with a little bakery called Haneul’s tucked away in the corner.

You can’t see anyone in the store just yet, but the low hum of music coming from the speakers lets you know that it’s open for business. Making your way down the first aisle, you see some new snacks that are definitely enticing, but as you reach out for a bag of chips, there is a pitter-pattering that seems to sneak up behind you.

“Hello! Welcome to Min’sminimart-” A little voice seems to slur behind you, “How can we help you today?”

Turning around, you are slightly confused when you aren’t immediately met with the figure this voice belongs to. You have to direct your eyes much closer to the linoleum to find the identity of your greeter.

A boy, no more than six years of age, is smiling up at you with an eager disposition. With fluffy black hair and puffy little cheeks that rival cupid themself, he adjusts the tiny red sweater vest that adorns his torso and says, “Can I help you find anything, ma’am? We are having a big sale today!”

Through the onslaught of adoration, you are a little concerned that this small child is running this store himself, but when you see that his name tag reads “Haneul” (instead of Yoongi) you breathe a sigh of relief.

Maybe he’s the owner’s son?

“ Oh hi! I’m looking for some snacks to last me through the storm, do you have any favorites?” You inquire, trying to stifle the massive smile threatening your lips.

Haneul lights up, nodding eagerly, “Yeah! C’mon, I’ll show you!”

His little shoes create a musical against the flooring as he scampers off in front of you.

Picking up your pace, you do your best to keep up with him as he rounds the corner at the end of the household items aisle. Haneul comes to an abrupt stop in front of a series of chip bags before looking earnestly in your direction, “Do you like spicy?”

You almost giggle at the intensity of his tone, but you want to show him you take him seriously, “I love spicy.”

His gums peek out from his top lip, his satisfied grin stretching wide across his tiny face, “Me too! Appa never lets me have these ones though because they say-“ He narrows his eyes a bit as he drags his finger across the words, “ ex-treme spice-“ You bite your lip in admiration as he sounds the words out, “He says they are too spicy for me, but since you’re bigger than me- you’ll be ok.”

“Is your appa around here somewhere?” You inquire, still somewhat concerned that he is all alone.

As he is shoving several bags of spicy chips into your shopping basket he nods, “He’s in the back room counting things. He always counts things before a storm, cause sometimes things go missing.”

Silently, you breathe a sigh of relief that he is not, in fact, running the store himself, “Oh that’s a good idea. I’m sure you and your appa work really hard at keeping the store stocked up.”

He nods as he tucks two more bags of spicy chips into your already full basket, and you let him because how the heck are you supposed to tell this kid, no?

“Mhm…” He hums thoughtfully, “Our store got really messy after the last storm. Appa had to spend a long time cleaning it, but he wouldn’t let me help him because of the glass everywhere.”

“The glass?” Your eyes widen a bit as he grabs a hold of a packet of jawbreakers. “Were the windows broken?”

“You can eat these for a long time, so I think they will be good for the storm.” He explains, rather business-like. And again, you are in no position to question his judgement, “Yeah- people came into the store when Appa and I weren’t here and took some stuff without paying.”

Oh goodness.

“I’m so sorry.” You sympathize, “At least nobody got hurt right?”

He looks up at you with a grin, “Oh no! It’s okay, Appa said they were just hungry. He says that sometimes people can’t pay for the things they need, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need them still. So he wasn’t upset or hurt, he was just happy they got some food.”

This interaction is proving to be extremely heartwarming. The fact that this little boy seems to have so much insight into the world around him was truly impressive. Speaking with him has lifted your mood considerably, you almost forget that you are stranded in an unfamiliar place.

“Your appa sounds like a really nice man.” Your voice carries just above the background music whilst Haneul adds another piece of candy to your basket, “And he’s definitely right about people getting what they need, that’s very important.”

“He’s SO nice…” He confirms, his expression animated, “Unless he stubs his toe, then he says a lot of bad words. But he never says them to me, so it’s ok.”

You find yourself resisting the urge to coo at the small boy in front of you, but it’s growing more and more difficult. He leads you out of the snack aisle and just as you are about to respond, you hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind a black curtain.

“Appa! We have a customer!” Haneul chirps, taking off towards the sound.

“Be right out, adeul!” A much deeper voice responds, with a bit of raspiness on the end of it, “Is it Mrs. Acres? Just give her the bread that we wrapped up this morning, ok? Appa left it on the counter…”

Haneul snickers, “It’s a different Mrs. I don’t know her name yet, she is new…”

His observation makes you giggle, but it makes perfect sense in a town like this. You imagine that most people are on a first name basis.

With a bit more shuffling, you finally see a man emerge from the storage room. Something immediately shifts in your chest, your heart going a little wonky as you take in the sight before you. He is a spitting image of his son, with the exception of his black hair being combed down the nape of his neck and resting just above his soft brows. His lips are pink and pout naturally below his button nose, and his eyes are the same shade as Haneul’s but slightly darkened with his own experiences.

He's dressed casually, a pair of dark-washed denim jeans with a red flannel tucked in to the waistband. His black work boots clunk against the linoleum whilst he tries to get a good look at his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the light.

“Appa, see? She’s new. I helped her find snacks for the storm.” Haneul points proudly to the shopping basket causing his father to chuckle, his expression decorated with adoration. But when he finally looks up to meet your eyes, his expression shifts rather quickly to something else.

“Oh, hello-“ He grins, straightening up a bit, and nodding to the basket “I see you met our employee of the month…”

You have to be subtle when you respond to ensure that your voice doesn’t crack under your nerves. It would be a crime to deny how unbelievably attractive this man is…

“Employee of the month huh? You never mentioned that…” You chide, smiling at Haneul who seems to shrink into his father’s side, a shy giggle leaving his mouth, “I sure did. He was very helpful, I can see why he’s your best employee.”

The man’s grin seems to broaden, his hand patting Haneul gently on the back, “He definitely makes me step my game up, that’s for sure.” He wipes his free hand on the front of his shirt before extending it towards you, his fingers long and rather elegant looking, “I’m Yoongi by the way, thank you for coming in. Did you just move to town?”

That pesky heart of yours stutters beneath your sternum as you shake his hand, “Y/N,” You smile, “No actually, I was here on business, but all flights out are cancelled due to the storm. I’m over at the Icicle Inn right now.”

Yoongi frowns as he releases your hand, “I’m really sorry to hear that. I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your holiday. The flights usually resume schedule in a few days, so I’m sure you’ll be able to get home in no time.”

There is something about the way he speaks that compels you to believe him. Being a complete stranger, Yoongi shouldn’t be comforting, but his soft smile and even softer words soothe you.

“I hope you’re right-“ You smile, “I only brought enough stuff to last me a day or two.”

“You have the chips now!” Haneul pipes up proudly, “At least you won’t be hungry.”

His little voice makes your smile widen as you lift up your basket, “All thanks to you, Mr. Employee of the Month.”

He giggles shyly before turning to rub his face on his father’s shirt. Yoongi smirks, fondness blooming in his brown eyes. He scans over your basket, chuckling to himself when he notices the contents.

“You made some great choices, Han-ah.” He admires, not wanting to discredit his son’s decision to fill your basket up with chips and candy, “Can you go to the bakery and make sure all of the dough is rising? Appa has to get it in the oven soon…”

Haneul lights up at his assignment and nods eagerly, “Ok! Should I take pictures to show you like last time?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch and he retrieves his phone from his pocket, “That’s a good idea. Just make sure you have clean hands ok? We don’t want any Haneul cooties in the bread…”

The little boy narrows his eyes, “I don’t have cooties! You said they were all gone this morning.”

Yoongi nods earnestly, glancing over at you, “I did. They go away every time you wash up, remember? You have to wash up often so they don’t build up.”

Haneul groans, “Daaad. Don’t talk about this in front of strangers. Now Mrs. Y/N is going to think I’m gross.”

His logic makes you giggle, “I don’t think your gross at all! Everyone has to make sure they wash their cooties off.”

Haneul looks amazed, his little eyes scanning over your clean dress, “Even you?”

You nod, trying to keep a straight face, “Even me.”

He turns to his father, still slightly shaken by the news you’ve just delivered as he holds out his palm, “I promise to wash my hands.” He vows as he cocks his head, “Should I wash your phone too? Do phones get cooties?”

Yoongi shakes his head vehemently, “No, we don’t need to wash it. My phone would break if you put it in water, just make sure you clean your hands and dry them really good ok? Then come show me the pictures you took.”

Haneul is pleased with his answer, offering him a sweet smile before turning to you, “I’ll be right back ok? Don’t leave until I can tell you goodbye, it’s one of my jobs.”

And how could you refuse? Grinning, you offer a thumbs up and vow, “I’ll wait for you by the door, I wanna see those pictures too.”

Yoongi watches with an open mouthed grin whilst Haneul scampers happily towards the bakery. Shaking his head, he turns back to you and gestures to your basket, “I can take this from you. I’m sure you didn’t come in to buy 5 bags of spicy chips and uh-“ He cocks his head, his gums peaking out just like Haneul’s did as he chuckles, “-did he put jawbreakers in here?”

His grin makes your cheeks hot, the close proximity of him beginning to affect you.

“He did. He said I could eat them for a long time, so they would be good in a storm.”

Yoongi’s laughter increases a bit, settling the basket into the crook of his arm, “Aish, that kid. He’s too much.” His eyes meet yours now, and there seems to be something moving in the air between you, “If he asks, let’s just tell him I had the snacks delivered to your room, yeah?”

You’re mirroring his grin now as you reply, “Sounds like a plan. Although, to his credit- I do love spicy chips and jawbreakers. I just don’t think they are going to keep me very warm.”

He shakes his head, the remnants of a smile still on his lips, “I appreciate you entertaining him. He gets pretty nervous during storms so I’m sure meeting somebody new was a good distraction.”

You frown, “I can imagine. I’ve heard these storms get pretty brutal out here- Also, visiting your store has been the highlight of my trip so far. I would take hanging out with that kid over stuffy board meetings any day.”

Yoongi’s eyes light up with curiosity, “You came here for one of those meetings? Snow Falls isn’t usually the place for that sort of thing, unless you’re with a developer or something…”

The tone in his voice shifts at the end of his sentence, leaning towards something that resembles judgement. For some reason, you’re eager to reassure him that you aren’t some corporate vampire coming to rob Snow Falls of it’s small-town charm.

“No, I’m not. My job back home is in communications, but I’m supposed to take over my father’s business soon. That’s why I’m here actually- Mayor Sweetree is his former partner and he’s asked to meet with me to discuss the transfer.” You explain, your voice a bit wobbly with nerves.

Yoongi defrosts immediately, his supple lips now curving towards another smile, “The toy business, right? That’s where you’re taking over?”

Your body warms up at the thought of his approval, “Yeah!” You say a bit too loudly before nervously adjusting your volume, “That’s exactly where I’m taking over.”

He hears the increase in your voice, and chuckles warmly in response, his heightened ability to catch on to other people’s emotions allows him to sense a bit of nervousness coming from you, but he can’t for the life of him figure out why.

He only knows that he feels the same way.

“That’s really cool. I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job.” His warm expression hits you in the middle of the sternum, your mind swimming with different ways to keep him smiling, “I’m sorry you couldn’t have done this meeting by video, the mayor is a little-“ His features scrunch as he tries to find the right word, “-superstitious.”

You nod, your lips unable to stay in a straight line, “So I’ve heard. But honestly, it’s alright. I could use the adventure; my job has kept me from being able to travel anywhere interesting for far too long. It was unexpected but, I can’t complain…”

Yoongi smirks, “Neither can I.”

The way his voice seems to deepen does a number on you. It’s not clear whether or not he intended to flirt with you, and you’re doing everything you can to convince yourself that you are overthinking what he just said. Thankfully, Haneul interrupts your internal crisis,

“Appa! Uncle Kookie is calling…should I answer it?”

Yoongi makes sure you have everything you need before sending you on your way with a hefty discount and, assures you that if you need anything, he was around.

After you leave the store, you do your best to get his smile out of your head. Your week was already full of variables as it is, you really couldn’t afford to throw in another one.

Still, it’s a difficult task. You don’t think you’ve ever felt a spark with a stranger before, but it was very possible that you had mistaken small town hospitality for flirting.

He was really cute though.

The first night of the storm hits like a ton of frozen bricks. The angry blanket of snow washes over the tiny town of Snow Falls like it held a grudge, and it made the Icicle Inn creak and groan all night. The next morning you spoke with your dad to inform him of all of the madness that had ensued over the last 24 hours.

He administered a heavy dose of worry, expressing his doubts that you would make it back home before Christmas. Of course, you did your best to reassure him, making promises that you would be checking your travel app any chance you got to look for updates.

The bit of positivity you had offered was quickly squashed when you received a call from the front desk informing you that one of the main pipes had frozen over, which would mean that the water was shut off until further notice.

Wonderful.

Slumping back against your pillows, you decide that you could probably manage without water for a little while, but when the TV shuts off- you decide that you’ve had enough.

You call the front desk back and ask them if it was safe to go outside, they inform you that it was and recommended a coffee place just down the street.

Bundling up in your thickest coat, you make your way down the icy road towards the quaint little building situated right beside Yoongi’s store. Even through all of the chaos, your mind can’t help but wander back to him.

Attraction is annoying like that.

On your way there, you decide to text Yeonjun to see if he has any alternative suggestions; you couldn’t hardly stay at an Inn without running water or electricity for your entire trip.

You: So...

You: The Inn lost power and water for the foreseeable future

You: that couch of yours is sounding really good right about now

He responds moments later.

Yeonjun: RIP

Yeonjun: I should have warned you about that, the Inn is hooked up to it’s own generator that usually takes a shit during blizzards

Yeonjun: You’re welcome anytime, my old man drives trucks so he probably won’t be home until next week

You don’t think it’s a great idea. But you aren’t sure what choice you’re going to have. You’d rather sleep on a strangers couch than go without your phone for more than 24 hours.

Modernity is a curse.

You: I’m going to get some caffeine in me and get back to you.

You: I’m worried my technology-obsessed brain is making all of the decisions for me.

Yeonjun: lol fair enough

Yeonjun: just give me about an hour before you come by, I don’t want you to see all of my dad’s takeout boxes

Yeonjun: or my dad’s clothes everywhere

Yeonjun: He’s really messy

You snort as you see his messages come through, quickly typing your reply before shoving your phone in your coat pocket.

You: I’m sure HE is

The coffee shop is adorable, much like the rest of the town, the smell of espresso immediately calming your nerves.

No matter what city you’re in, walking into a coffee shop always makes you feel at home. There is something consistent about them, something you find extremely comforting.

And speaking of comforting...

“Appa, can I have EXTRA whipped cream this time? They don’t ever put enough.” A familiar little voice inquires behind you.

You hear the same chuckle that made you smile the day prior, as another familiar voice answers him.

“They put plenty, son. You just don’t eat it in time, I told you that the hot chocolate melts it.”

“But can we just ask- pleaaaase? I will ask for a spoon too so I can eat it...”

You hear Yoongi’s grin in his reply as you wonder whether or not to turn around,

“We can ask.” He concedes, “But remember to be polite about it. These people work very hard, and they keep your Appa alive...”

Haneul giggles, “No they don’t- your blood and guts keep you alive, that’s what you told me last week.”

“Appa is different.” Yoongi explains matter of factly, “He runs on iced Americanos.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as you near the counter.

“We should go to Dr. Namjoon then, maybe he can write you a precipitation...”

You expect Yoongi to chuckle again at his mispronunciation, but he doesn’t.

And instead he says, “Very good word, adeul. But that is the word for rainfall, remember? The word you’re thinking of is prescription.”

“PreSCRIPTion...” Haneul tries out the word on his lips.

“Good job. They sound similar huh?”

“Yeah-”He sighs hopelessly, and you are honestly contemplating how one single child could be so adorable, “Appa, do you think that Mrs. Y/N will come back to our store? She was really nice...”

Yoongi bites his lip at the thought of you. Truth be told, he was kind of wondering the same thing...

Before he’s able to answer, you peek behind your shoulder to see if Haneul will catch a glimpse of you.

And he most certainly does.

“Mrs. Y/N!”

He and Yoongi are both dressed in matching Christmas sweaters. Both of them are knitted together with royal blue wool and decorated with white snowflakes, and they are entirely too cute to handle.

“Mr. Employee of the Month, how are you?” You bow your head slightly causing him to giggle, tugging Yoongi eagerly.

“I’m fine thank you, and you?” He rushes out, rather rehearsed, “Did you finish all of your snacks? We have more at the store if you need them. We’re closed today...but I’m sure Appa can break in for you.”

Yoongi laughs softly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“I haven’t finished all of them yet actually, you helped me out so well that I probably won’t have to go back for a little while.” You assure him, “Good morning, Yoongi.”

He nods toward you, a small and rather shy smile on his lips, “Morning. How was your first night?”

“Well-” You start to answer him but you’re next in line, “One sec. Hi, good morning can I get a-” Your eyes scanning the menu, “-a large vanilla latte please? With an extra shot?”

The barista nods as they punch your order into the computer, “Will that be all?”

Yoongi cuts in, “And can we also get a kids hot chocolate with- EXTRA...” He winks down at Haneul, “whipped cream and a large, iced Americano.”

He’s already pulling out his wallet before you even realize what’s happening, “Good morning Charley, did you and the folks make it through last night ok?”

“Yoongi-” You protest but he ignores you playfully and hands a $20 to the barista.

“Y/N-” He counters innocently.

“It was ok, Yoongi, thanks.” They answer him, “Dad fell asleep with all the candles on, but thankfully we only use the self-extinguishing ones now.”

Yoongi chuckles, “That’s probably for the best, I’m glad everyone’s doing ok. Keep the change yeah? Tell your folks I said hi...”

“Thank you, Yoongi.” They smile, throwing the change into the tip jar, “I’ll call your name when it’s ready.”

You're still looking at him in disbelief, “Thank you, Yoongi-” You complain as the three of you move off to the side.

“Appa, why is everyone calling you Yoongi? I thought only grandma and grandpa called you that...” Haneul chimes in, rather confused.

“Yoongi is my name, just like Haneul is your name. Everyone else but you calls me Yoongi.” He explains patiently.

“Nu huh, not everyone. Uncle Kookie calls you hyung...”

“That’s very true, but hyung is just a term of respect because I’m older than him. You’ve heard him call me Yoongi-hyung right?”

Haneul’s eyes light up, “Oh yeah, that’s true. It’s so weird that you have a name.” He glances at you, seemingly remembering your presence, “Do you like our matching sweaters? Appa made them with the ladies from the bingo nights, aren’t they pretty?”

You’re smiling at the small boy beside you, loving the way that he hops from one point to another.

“Did he?” You look to Yoongi, who immediately straightens up, growing rather shy now that the attention is on him, “They are beautiful! He did such a job with them. Are they new?”

Haneul nods, his smile widening, “Yeah! He makes us new ones every year, but this one is my favorite because it’s blue- our favorite color.”

Yoongi is watching the two of you, his heart filling up with something that he has never felt before.

Something that he feels the need to dismiss rather quickly.

You gasp, “Your favorite color is blue? Mine too! It’s the best color huh?”

Haneul tugs Yoongi’s hand excitedly, “It is?!? Appa you should make her a sweater too, so she can match with us.”

Yoongi’s lips part and you shift slightly at the weight of Haneul’s suggestion. He’s too young to understand what he’s said, and thankfully the barista is calling Yoongi’s name before either of you have to address it.

The three of you sit a nearby table, your conversation shifting to slightly less complicated topics.

“How are you liking the Icicle Inn? Haneul and I have only ever been there for events and stuff, are the rooms nice?”

Yoongi asks over the rim of his Americano, not even flinching at either the taste or the temperature.

“It’s really nice but the power and the water went out last night. The front desk called me this morning to tell me that they weren’t sure when they were going to get it back on.”

Yoongi frowns, suddenly looking very concerned, “Really? They don’t have even have an ETA for the maintenance team?”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your discomfort all over again, “They said they would call with an update as soon as they can. But they offered me a refund for the remainder of my stay, so that can’t be a good sign.”

Haneul is distracted by his drink but when he opens up his lid, he looks expectantly up at Yoongi, “Excuse me, Appa?”

If this kid was any cuter, you would probably implode.

“Yes?” Yoongi murmurs softly, patting his back.

“Did you get me a spoon?”

“Oh! Yeah, let me go grab one for you, son. One second...”Yoongi slips out of his seat and rushes over to the bar top before coming back with the utensil in hand, handing it over to a very happy Haneul, “Here you go.”

“Thank you!” He smiles, whipped cream on his nose.

Yoongi chuckles, using the pad of his thumb to wipe it off, “You’re welcome, Rudolph.”

As he takes his seat, Yoongi looks a little nervous again, his eyes flitting towards Haneul who is now fully engrossed in his mission to eat all of the whipped cream out of his cup.

“I’m really sorry you’re in such a rough situation. I wish I was better at predicting the weather but-” His hand finds its way to the back of his neck, “Haneul and I normally make stew on the first day of winter storms, you’re more than welcome to come over and take a shower and charge your phone if you need to.”

“Oh- Yoongi, you’re really nice but I wouldn’t want to impose...”

“Wait no! Can you come please? Appa- can she? I finally show someone the dollhouse you made for me!” Haneul pipes up yet again, destroying any sense of logic you have left in you.

Yoongi just raises a brow, fighting the smile that’s threatening to take over his lips, “She is welcome to come over, if she wants to. It would be our pleasure.”

He knows that you are declining for the sake of politeness, but he’s still nervous of rejection.

He would be lying if he said he was only inviting you over to be kind, he had his own reasons for wanting to spend more time with you.

Even if it was a little risky...

“If it’s not any trouble-” You begin, shooting a pointed glance at Yoongi, “-then I would love to come over.”

“Yay!”

Yoongi and Haneul walk you back to the Icicle Inn so that you can collect some of your things before the three of you hop into Yoongi’s black pickup truck and drive down the main road towards their home.

When you finally arrive, the sight of the brick cottage tucked away against the snowy trees makes your heart flutter around in your chest. It was picturesque, resembling something out of every Hallmark movie ever, and you’re suddenly forgetting that you’re stranded in this town in the first place.

For the first bit of the evening, Haneul gives you the grand tour, whilst Yoongi begins to prepare the ingredients for dinner. Even though Haneul is reluctant to do so, Yoongi eventually convinces him to let you have some alone time to shower.

The hot water against your skin did more than the latte had, and for the first time in 48 hours, you started to feel like a person again.

Dinner was incredible. Haneul had been bragging about Yoongi all night, explaining to you that his dad could do anything in the whole world, which of course led to Yoongi overflowing with modesty.

The weather worsening outside, leads Yoongi to explain that he probably wouldn’t be able to take you back until the morning. He profusely apologizes for his lack of foresight, but you’d be kidding yourself if you said you weren’t happy to spend more time with them.

During the cleanup after the meal, you insisted on sharing the duties with Yoongi. It’s at this time, you learn a bit more about the little family that had already begun to steal your heart,

“Is it just you two?” You breach the topic casually, not wanting to be too invasive.

Yoongi nods, “Just us. My family comes out here often, most of them live over in Chestnut.”

Smiling, you focus on rinsing off one of the wooden spoons he hands you, before inching towards your next question. The lack of ring on Yoongi’s left hand did not escape you. The observation had been lingering on your mind for quite some time, “That’s great that everyone lives close. Does his mom live there too?”

Yoongi smirks to himself, knowing very well where this conversation was headed.

He’s had to have it many times.

“I’m not sure actually, I haven’t seen her since Haneul was born.” Before you’re able to ask any follow-up questions he adds, “We were young. She took off as soon as they discharged her from the hospital. And before you ask, yes I’m ok and no, I don’t ever plan on reaching out to her; I will leave that up to him, when he’s ready.”

He has a bit of humor in his voice, so you’re really hoping you didn’t offend him, but the anxiety in you compels you to say something anyway, “I didn’t mean to pry-”

“You didn’t...” He smiles, handing you a soapy bowl, “...and that’s why I told you.”

You feel relieved, returning his smile as you take the bowl from him, “He’s an incredible kid. You’ve done an amazing job with him.”

Yoongi’s heart fills with pride, but he brushes you off, keeping humility at the front of his mind, “He’s done an amazing job with me. I’m not sure where I would have ended up without him.”

And he leaves it at that, and so do you.

But the silence that falls over you isn’t uncomfortable, none of what has happened between you is.

After he makes sure you have everything you need on the couch, Yoongi gestures towards his bedroom, “I’m just in there if you need anything. Again, I’m really sorry about tonight. I promise you the couch is really comfortable though, I’m still paying it off...” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“It’s totally fine. I’m actually relieved to stay somewhere with electricity...” You murmur, laughing lightly, “Honestly, thank you. You have been so-” You wrack your brain for the right word, but your attraction to him gets in the way, “-good.”

He raises a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching, “Good?”

You clear your throat, “Yes, good. You’ve been good. Actually, you’ve been great, good and great. G and G.”

He snickers, a little of judgement in his eyes, “G and G. Is that a slang term where you’re from?”

“Nope...” You want to smack yourself for how silly you sound, “I just made it up right now. Cute, right?”

He cocks his head, and with a smirk he says, “Very cute.”

And he really doesn’t sound like he’s talking about the same thing anymore...

“Goodnight.” You wave as he turns around to head towards his room.

“Goodnight.” He calls softly, still smirking a bit to himself as he shuts the door.

Good grief.

G and G.

Yoongi hadn’t been wrong about the couch, it was incredibly comfortable. After he went to bed, you immediately fell into a deep sleep, relishing in the way the cushions encompass your entire body.

You are awoken far too soon however, to the sound of hiccupping coming from Yoongi’s room. Groggily, you wipe your eyes as you try to assess the source of the sound.

It’s then you notice Yoongi’s bedroom door open, the light from his bedside lamp flooding the space. You can vaguely make out the fact that he is sitting up with something cradled in his arms, and when the hiccupping resumes, your heart sinks as you realize what’s happening.

“Ap-Appa! It was really scary, the monsters were chasing me and- and – and I couldn’t- I couldn’t get a-way! My feet weren’t mo-moving a-at all!” Haneul is crying, sobbing actually as he clings desperately to his father’s shirt. His little face is stained with tears and tucked into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“Sh sh sh, it’s ok. Appa is right here hm? You’re safe here, it was just a bad dream.” Yoongi’s raspy voice is soothing even to you as his large hand rubs gentle circles on Haneul’s back, “Can we take a deep breath just like Appa does when he gets scared? Do you remember how?”

“N-No...” Haneul is overwhelmed again and starts sobbing, “I don’t want Appa to be scared!”

“Hey hey—Appa isn’t scared right now. This is just how Appa breathes when he gets scared, ready? I’m going to show you....” Yoongi leans him back just a bit, keeping his motions slow, “Appa takes a deep breath like this...” He takes in a breath through his nose, keeping his eyes on his son, before blowing cool air through his pursed lips over Haneul’s heated face, “In through our noses and out through our mouths, can you try one with me?”

Haneul nods, tiny hands gripping his dad’s shoulders like a life raft.

The two of them breathe together and when Haneul puffs out a clumsy breath onto Yoongi’s face, he finally loosens up and giggles.

“Good boy-” Yoongi chuckles, patting his back, “Can you try one more?”

Haneul nods again, repeating the same steps with his dad until he visibly relaxes in his arms, his tiny body exhausted from all of the adrenaline.

“Are you feeling a little better?” Yoongi murmurs softly, his thumb brushing away more of his tears.

“Y-yeah...” Haneul mumbles, still gripping his t-shirt, “Thank you, Appa.”

Yoongi smiles with all of the adoration one person could possess, “You’re welcome, love. Let’s get you cleaned up really quick ok?” He leans in to kiss the top of his head before reaching for the tissue box on his nightstand. Clumping up a few of them, he holds them up at Haneul’s nose before telling him to blow into the wadded tissue.

He sets that aside before gathering one or two more and wiping the rest of his tears, “There we go, there’s my handsome son...do you want some water?”

When Haneul nods, Yoongi reaches for the blue water bottle he had filled up for him before bed and hands it to over.

After a few big gulps Haneul murmurs, “Can I sleep in here with you? I’m too scared to go back yet...”

And of course Yoongi says yes, because if you thought you were powerless against Haneul, you were wrong.

No one could ever compete with Yoongi on that one.

You tuck back into the couch, not wanting them to know you had woken up.

And as you’re drifting off to sleep, you can hear two voices coming from the bedroom, each of them so alike and so different at the same time.

“I love you Appa.”

“And Appa loves you.”

Boy, you were in trouble.

The next few days almost don’t feel real to you. Yoongi drives you back to the Inn the following morning, only to find out that everything was still down. After some discussion, Yoongi reassures you that you would be absolutely welcome to stay at his place until the airports reopen.

And honestly, you aren’t really in any position to deny him...for multiple reasons.

The weather worsens, but your time in Snow Falls certainly does not. Yoongi and Haneul ensure that you are properly entertained and properly fed. You seem to nestle into their routine quite easily, and it almost feels like you’ve done this all before.

Like you’ve never been anywhere else.

It’s scary but, maybe it’s possible that something is in the air, like maybe Christmas miracles are a thing.

You and Yoongi fell into a bad habit of flirting when Haneul goes to bed, but it never progresses anywhere. However, you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t notice how much you felt towards this man already.

There was something between you, but you just couldn’t get a hold of it. Every time it would pass you by, it was as if you were too afraid to grasp at it.

It was too real.

When the three of you get back from the mini mart, roughly six days from the start of your trip, Yoongi snorts as he sees a foreign object parked in front of his house.

It’s a black Cadillac with tinted windows and incredibly out of place in Yoongi’s quaint little driveway.

“Who’s car is that?”

“Appa! Uncle Kookie’s car is here!” Haneul answers for him, now bouncing in the middle seat with excitement, “Is he here for a surprise?”

Yoongi chuckles, “I guess so.” He replies before addressing your question, “My brother does this a lot- I should have given you a heads up.”

Haneul is practically climbing over you as Yoongi puts the car in park, causing you to laugh even as his father reprimands him.

“Ah ah- say excuse me please.”

“Excuse me!!!” Haneul laughs as he takes off running towards the front door. He yanks it open, eyes scanning the room for his favorite intruder as you and Yoongi trail behind him.

“Uncle Kookie? Are you here?!” He yells into the living room.

A beat of silence passes before a voice that is falsely deepened rings out from the behind the kitchen wall, “Uhhh excuse me? What are you doing in my house?! I don’t remember inviting anyone over...”

This pleases Haneul beyond belief, his little giggle echoing off of the walls, “Nu huh! This is mine and Appa’s house! You are OUR company! Uncle Kookie- I know it's you!

“Cookie?! I am not a Cookie! I am a human person, good sir! And who is this Appa you speak of?” The voice sounds affronted, “He sounds smelly...”

Haneul is doubled over in laughter, his cheeks the color of cherry tomatoes as he stumbles eagerly towards the voice, “No, my Uncle Kookie is a PERSON-” He emphasizes through his laughter, “I just call him Uncle Kookie because of his name! Come out so I can check if you are him!”

The voice falters for a moment, “This uh- this Uncle Kookie of yours, is he pretty cool?”

Haneul nods with enthusiasm, “He’s so cool! He has a fast car and pictures all over his arms, and he’s SUPER strong-”

“Hmmm-” The voice muses, “He sounds VERY cool. It’s almost like he’s cooler than your Appa, huh?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and Haneul immediately flashes a worried look towards his father.

“Well only a liiiiitttle bit.”

Yoongi and you snicker at Haneul’s honesty, loving how guilty he looks as he says it.

From around the kitchen corner, the voice booms, “That’s my boy!” He cheers before a man finally shows up at the end of the walk-way, “GET OVER HERE, SPIDERMAN!”

“MR. STARK!” Haneul screeches as he takes off running towards his Uncle. When the man bends over to catch him in his arms, you finally get a good look at him.

He is slightly taller than Yoongi and dressed in all black. His winter flannel is hung over the back of the couch which explains why he’s stood in the house in just a tank top. You can see that both of his muscular arms are covered in a series of intricate tattoos and that his right eyebrow is adorned with a piercing. Silver hangs from his ears and neck, and his giant doc martens pair well with the sound of Haneul’s little feet dancing across the wood.

He wraps around his uncle like a spider monkey, arms and legs securing themselves as best as they can on his torso.

“How is my favorite nephew???” Jungkook’s mouth is fixed in a wide grin as he hugs him as tight as he can, standing up with his nephew still attached.

“Good!” Haneul giggles as the two of them get closer to where you and Yoongi are stood, “I missed you. How did you get here through all of the snow?”

“Becaaaause I missed my nephew and-” He glances toward Yoongi, “my brother, and-” He pauses as his eyes fall on you. He turns to whisper loudly in Haneul’s ear, “Who is that lady with your Appa?”

Haneul is laughing yet again at his uncle’s antics, “That’s Mrs. Y/N. She’s our new friend, she got stuck here cause of the snow...”

Jungkook smirks, his eyes finding his older brother’s, “A friend huh?” He speaks at a normal volume before doing the same loud whisper into Hanuel’s ear, “Is she nice?”

Haneul giggles as he nods once more, “She’s really nice, I think Appa likes her too…”

“Alright-“ Yoongi cuts in smoothly, causing his younger brother to snicker mischievously, “You didn’t tell me you were coming, I would have told you to wait. Did you drive here????”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you- and no I didn’t drive here-“ He says matter of factly, despite the fact that his car is literally sitting out front, “I flew here, didn’t I?” He asks Haneul, “In my War Machine Mark!”

Haneul laughs for the millionth time, clinging to him as he nods exuberantly, “Yeah! Appa, Uncle Kookie only brings his car as a cover up, or else Thanos will find him…”

Jungkook winks at Yoongi, “Yeah hyung, we’ve told you this a hundred times. Haven’t we?” He asks Haneul, who nods through his laughter before pointing at Jungkook’s face, “Y/N, this is my Uncle Kookie I was telling you about! I told you he’d be here for Christmas, he never misses it!”

Affectionately, Haneul places his hands on both of Jungkook’s cheeks and smushes his face together, snickering as his uncle’s features become slightly deformed. With a smushed face, Jungkook extends a hand towards you,

“Nice to meet you,” He says, his words slightly muffled my Haneul’s affection, “I’d say that I’ve heard so much about you, but my hyung here never tells me anything.”

You giggle, leaning forward to shake his hand firmly before releasing it, “Well I’ve definitely heard a lot about you. It’s nice to put a face to the famous Uncle Kookie.”

Jungkook smiles now and its far sweeter than anything you’ve seen from him so far, “Was that you huh? Were you bragging about me?”

Haneul is cuddled into him now, a small grin on his face, “Mhm.”

Jungkook flashes a look towards Yoongi, something wordless moving between them before he shifts Haneul onto his hip.

“So what’s for dinner, hyung? All of that flying has me STARVING…” He sings dramatically, smirking as Haneul laughs yet again.

It’s one of his favorite sounds.

Originally, Yoongi had planned to order takeout from a local restaurant, hoping to get it in before the storm picked up again.

But Jungkook showing up resurrected his desire to make another homecooked meal, wanting nothing more than to ensure that his younger brother was well-fed.

You knew that Jungkook arriving was special to Haneul, but you didn’t quite understand the significance until you overheard a conversation between the two of them on the way back from the restroom.

“Uncle Kookie- can I see your scar again?”

From around the corner of the hallway, you see Jungkook adjust his shirt to show off what Haneul asked for.

“It’s looking better!” He cheers with a smile, “Did the stuff Appa and I made for you work?”

You hear Jungkook chuckle, “Yeah it did. It’s fading a lot huh? I put on that stuff every day…”

“Whoa- that’s so cool.” The little boy muses, “That means you’re not sick anymore right?”

Your heart sinks.

“That’s right. All of the doctors took out all of the sickness last year, remember? Now I just have to go back for check-ups to make sure it doesn’t grow back.”

“It won’t right?” Haneul immediately sounds worried.

“Nahhhh of course not.” He chuckles, “I’m IronMan, remember? I’ll always be around…that’s why I kicked it’s butt so hard the first time.”

Haneul sighs, “I think I hate cancer more than Thanos.”

Jungkook pulls him in for a hug then, allowing him to settle on his chest before murmuring, “Me too, spiderman.”

Yoongi’s family has been through so much, you think, and you’ve barely even scratched the surface.

And although you didn’t know Jungkook, you’re very happy to hear that he’s better; you couldn’t imagine what that must have been like for him.

The two of them don’t remain still for very long and just before dinner, they break out into an all-out NERF war that Yoongi has to squash once they nearly break one of his vases.

He also reassures you that Haneul doesn’t own any NERF guns, and that he only allows him to play with them when Jungkook is around.

He’s not a huge fan of toys like that.

You offer to help Yoongi with the dishes after dinner, so that Jungkook can watch a movie with Haneul, which he explains will have them both falling asleep within a half hour.

And as you take your place beside him, the smell of the sudsy water reminds you of the many nights you spent alone in your apartment. Your coffee table rarely ever clear because it was always haphazardly decorated with meeting notes and projects you had no passion for. Loneliness had been a constant friend since you moved downtown. The scent of the mild dishsoap brings you right back to all of those evenings spent wondering what it would be like to have a partner washing the cutlery beside you.

What would it be like to share the small space of a studio kitchen with another person, to feel their presence, to bump into them accidentally, to have them wrap their arms around you, staining your shirt with dishwater…

It was a niche daydream, you’ll admit. But the sound of Yoongi dragging the sponge across the ceramic of the plate feels like home.

He feels like home.

“So what’s the verdict?” Yoongi murmurs beside you with a slight quirk to his lips, “Did you like everything?”

He’s obviously referring to the steak and steamed vegetables he had presented to you earlier, but the question coming in the midst of your train of thought makes you want to spill your guts to him.

“It was amazing, as usual.” You compliment, “If you ever decide to branch out in the restaurant industry, the top chefs are gonna be in a lot of trouble…”

He snorts and shakes his head, but his cheeks turn the color of compliments, “You’re too much. The method I used was new, but I saw Chef Baek do this on his recent special, and I figured I’d try it out.”

You grin, “Chef Baek would be very proud.” His cheeks darken as he passes you a soapy bowl your way, “I can’t remember the last time I ate so well- aside from coming here the other day. My attempts at cooking never really panned out…” You trail off before turning to Yoongi, who is already looking at you with utter disgust, despite the growing smile on his lips, “…get it?”

He rolls his eyes, nudging you playfully with his elbow, “Just because I’m a dad, does not mean I appreciate dad jokes. Even if that one was kinda good.”

“Kinda?!” You whine whilst minding your volume; There are two sleeping boys in the next room.

Yoongi snickers, “Yeah kinda. You’re lucky that I even gave you that rating. When my older brother Jin tells them, I usually just leave the room.”

“Your sense of humor needs to be refined, Min Yoongi. Dad jokes are a work of art…”

He finds it ironic that you would describe art and not recognize the masterpiece that is your face, but he continues to keep the mood light. If he uttered every single thing he thought about you, you’d think he was out of his mind.

To be fair, he kinda felt like he was…

“Art is subjective.” He counters, “But if they make you laugh, then I can’t really hate them too much.”

Something about his response makes your stomach turn the same way it has been all week. The same way it turns every time he subtly makes you feel like he might be reciprocating the rapidly developing feelings inside your heart.

“No? Why is that?” You press for the first time, still attempting to remain casual.

Yoongi’s scrubbing slows down, “Because I like your laugh.”

You mirror him in a way, allowing your focus to slowly unfurl from the sink, lips parting as the two of you face each other.

“My laugh?” You breathe, “Why?”

Yoongi wets his lips subconsciously, not trying to intensify the moment but the way your mouth parts, makes him thirst for something he’s never tasted.

“It’s cute.”

Swallowing, you wonder if the urge you’re feeling to lean closer to him is going to end well. But you struggle to find the will to resist any longer.

Your heart increases slightly, your lips now on a mission separate from the logical side of you. Yoongi’s lips seem to be on the same trajectory, the faucet running carelessly in the background as he desperately wishes his hands weren’t covered in soap.

In your clouded decision to give in to all of the desires that have been slowly brewing over the past week, you make the crucial mistake of forgetting that you are rinsing off a large kitchen knife.

The sound of metal clanking against the bottom of the sink causes both you and Yoongi to jump, and before you realize it, you can feel a stinging sensation across the tip of your left index finger. Yoongi catches the sight of blood immediately, his parental instincts taking over.

“Oh shit-“ He mutters as he springs into action, “Are you ok? Let me help- we need to run your finger under the water, I have a first aid kit in the drawer by the oven.”

You’re not really sure what he’s referring to, your lips still very focused on their original plan, but given that Yoongi seems a little frazzled, you decide to look over to assess the issue.

Eyes widening, you finally spot the red liquid oozing out of the small cut on your index finger.

“Oh wow, I didn’t even feel that-“ You muse, somewhat concerned at your ability to be distracted, “Shit, I’m getting blood all over your sink, I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi’s face wrinkles in disbelief, “Are you seriously apologizing to me for bleeding?”

You laugh at his expression, “I’m just saying it looks like a crime scene in here, I don’t even think the cut is that big.”

He shakes his head, “It probably isn’t, cuts like this have a tendency to bleed a lot.” Through his explanation, you are faced with the task of handling the feeling of his long fingers gently securing themselves around your wrist. His touch scatters electricity across the surface of your skin, the grip he employs incredibly delicate, just like the rest of him.

“Is that ok?” He murmurs, eyes focused entirely on the task at hand.

You curse yourself for the intrusion, wishing desperately that he was touching you for an entirely different reason.

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt-“ You assure him, “I don’t think I would have noticed if I hadn’t heard the knife fall…”

The corner of his mouth turns up a bit, “Me neither.”

You see him swallow then, his lips moving uncomfortably around the dryness in his mouth. He reaches out to turn the tap off before grabbing a clean dish towel from beneath the sink.

“Here- wrap this around your hand while I grab the first aid kit.”

Wordlessly, you nod and do exactly as he instructed but your eyes stay on him all the while, watching with adoration as he fusses around the kitchen.

“Do you have a first aid kit in every room?” You tease, remembering quite well that you saw one in the bathroom the other day.

“In most rooms yes. You’ve met my son,” He points out, chuckling to himself, “And now you’ve met my younger brother- between the two of them, I go through a lot of band aids.”

He’s guided you over to the fridge now, his hands gently undoing the little white box before searching through its contents. His reasoning makes you giggle, which only broadens the grin on his lips.

“There it is again-“ He points out the sound, his eyes flickering up towards your face momentarily before pulling out the Neosporin.

The comment makes your heartbeat level up, your toes wiggling in the confines of your shoes as your body tries to work out all of the feelings inside of it.

Silence settles over the two of you for the moment, with the only sound coming from Yoongi unscrewing the cap on the tube. The wind is whistling rather violently outside of the house, but it does nothing to distract you from fixating on the movements of his fingers. With a tiny glob of Neosporin, he moves over the small laceration and begins dabbing some over the length of it. You can hardly feel it, his touch featherlight and nearly shaking beneath the weight of his precision. And yet, just like the everything about him, you are captivated.

Yoongi’s doing his best to focus on tending to your wound, but he can feel your eyes on him. They are resting somewhere between the tip of his nose and his bottom lip, and he is worried that if he looks up, he’s going to abandon his current mission.

So he settles for a snarky comment, as usual.

“This is a lot harder with you staring at me-“ He chuckles uneasily, his cheeks returning to that same shade of pink.

And this time, you smirk, enjoying how quickly you can fluster him, “I believe in you.” You retort, “Looking at you makes it hurt less…”

His teeth and gums are out now, his smile fully formed but his eyes are far from meeting yours, “I thought you said it didn’t hurt.”

You bite your lip, “The adrenaline is wearing off.”

He shakes his head, his teeth now mirroring your own as they find his bottom lip, “That’s not exactly what I was hoping for.”

Your brows raise, your heartbeat finding its way up your throat once more, “No? What were you hoping for?”

Yoongi’s chest rises with the depth of his breath, his fingertips smoothing over the top of the band-aid that now adorns the circumference of your finger.

Finally, he looks up at you, mouth parted with the instability in his breath. There is something hidden inside his pupils, something that has been trapped for a long time, something you want to release…

“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.”

You lick your lips, which causes Yoongi’s eyes to immediately find them, the desire for you nearly unbearable.

“I think we are-“ With your response, you allow your fingers to curl around one of his. And as you summon all the bravery within you, you whisper, “-but just to be sure, you were talking about kissing me right?”

Yoongi can feel the rasp in your voice as it travels down to the base of his stomach, his body flushing hot with desire as he watches the movement of your hand. It’s just his finger your gripping, but he is overcome with the thought of it being another part of him.

He nods, not trusting the ability to speak at the moment, lips slowly beginning to chase yours, before he hesitates.

“Do you- do you want me to kiss you?” He whispers, eyes leaving yours to find your lips instead.

Your palm cups the outside of his cheek, which is incredibly warm to the touch, your pinky resting near the corner of his mouth. Without responding, you brush the tip of your pinky over his top lip, marveling at just how soft he is, and repeating the same motion on the bottom lip too.

Yoongi’s breath rushes between your pinky and ring finger, and after holding each other’s gaze once more, you finally give in and kiss him.

And his mouth is nearly dried out with anxiety, but this is easily remedied by your eager tongue as it peeks just under his top lip. You can feel the grip he has on your waist, tender but deliberate, just like the rest of him. The kiss is messy, the two of you entirely out of practice and consumed with desire, but even as you bump noses, you couldn’t find the will to care.

You want him, all of him, in every way there is to want.

Yoongi’s hands are getting braver as he presses his hips against yours, the feeling of your body doing a number on his self control.

Still tucking into your mouth, he presses the tips of his fingers just above your ass, as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. The couplet of sensations elicits the tiniest sound from the back of your throat, but it’s enough to drive him crazy.

“Fuck-“ He grunts hungrily, and without thinking, he pushes you up against the refrigerator. The sound of the magnets falling to the floor feels much more like an avalanche, the whole world stopping in the wrong way, the two of you rendered frozen.

Disconnected from the kiss, Yoongi rushes over to peek around the corner of the kitchen, to assess the damage.

“Who’s there?” Jungkook’s sleepy voice grumbles, his nerf gun pointed in the air, eyes half open as he grips Haneul against his chest.

“Just us- we dropped something in the kitchen. Go back to sleep…” You hear Yoongi assure him, and thankfully Jungkook accepts his answer, mumbling something incoherent before his head falls back against the cushions.

Slowly, he turns back to you with a look of disbelief, “I literally have no words…”

And you’re giggling now, with your hand over your mouth, trying your best to keep quiet but really struggling when he starts to chuckle along with you.

“Your kitchen is cursed.” You whisper through your laughter, glancing at the magnets scattered on the floor. Instinctively, you move to collect them, but Yoongi’s suggestion stops you in your tracks.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

He sounds nervous but entirely sure of himself, some of his buried confidence surfacing in the face of his arousal.

He wants you, all of you, in every way there is to want.

You bite your lip, which already misses the feeling of his tongue, “Yeah- we can come back and clean up, or whatever…”

He chuckles, holding out his hand as he flicks the switch on the wall, “Yeah… or whatever.” The kitchen light is reduced to nearly nothing, the only visibility provided by the light from the living room television.

The two of you tiptoe down the hall, careful not to disturb the two sleeping boys cuddled up on the sofa. Yoongi leads you into the darkness of his bedroom, and as he shuts the door his fingers hesitate at the knob.

“Is it ok with you if I lock it? He forgets to knock a lot of the time…” He murmurs, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but dreading the thought of his son wandering into his bedroom.

“Of course-“ You reply, “Do you think he’s gonna wake up?”

The sound of the lock clicking in place is much louder given the meaning behind it, and Yoongi is already making a move to be closer to you as he replies, “No I don’t think so-“ His hands are back on your waist again, “-if he does, Jungkook will help him with whatever he needs.”

And Yoongi feels really selfish as the words leave his lips. He hasn’t had a night away from Haneul since he was born, and even though he is just in the next room, he feels guilty for putting himself first.

“Ok good-“ You whisper, and the palm of your hand is caressing his face now as you giggle softly, “Hi…”

He sighs in relief, still a little frazzled regarding everything that’s transpired over the past thirty minutes, “Hi…”

When you lean in to peck his lips, you’re anticipating that there will be no more interruptions, but Yoongi squashes this dream of yours rather quickly.

“Wait-“ He breathes, trailing off into a bout of snickering when you groan, “Just let me set the mood really quick…”

The feeling of his body detaching itself from you is absolute agony, even though his careful movements towards the candles on his dresser are incredibly endearing.

You come up behind him, watching his shaky hands attempt to light the wicks. He can feel your presence, his heart hammering away in his chest whilst he tries to focus. Thankfully for him, you wait until the candles begin to glow with warmth before deciding to put your hands on him. Dragging your nails lightly through the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck you coax his head to the side to accommodate your desire to kiss on him.

He swallows, eyes falling shut as you sponge wet kisses along the fault line of his sanity. With his hands lingering in front of him, he surrenders to your motions on his skin, the entirety of him touch-starved; it’s been so long since he’s done anything like this.

Your lips are making the journey up his neck, delighting in the way he seems to shiver beneath you, “I think the mood has been set, don’t you?”

Yoongi lets out the breath he was holding, moving just enough so that he can turn around in your arms. He catches a glimpse at you for the moment, before rushing into another kiss, his lips connecting to yours with the same eagerness he had in the kitchen.

His hands slide underneath your sweater, sighing out at the feeling of your skin, all of it so much better than he could have imagined.

You’re walking him back towards the bed, kissing at his lips all the while, your hands winding their way behind his neck as his own get braver on the small of your back. The back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress, and he has a half a thought to push you onto his bed, before suddenly remembering that he forgot all of the moves he used to pull.

It’s been so long.

He is incredibly out of practice, but he wants you so bad and he needs you to know that.

But he’s forgotten how.

Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been picking up on his panic. You notice the way his lips falter against yours, the way his tongue seems to lose direction, and the way his hands unstick from your waist...

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, sealing your question with a kiss.

Yoongi chuckles, the sound almost unnatural as his hand comes up to rub behind his neck. He licks his lips, wanting to savor the taste of you even while he’s embarrassed.

“I’m uh-” He looks away for a moment, lips still quirked up in a nervous grin, “I’m alright, it’s just...”

You cock your head, eyes wide with a type of tenderness he has only ever seen from you.

God, you’re really fucking beautiful, he thinks.

It’s unreal.

Why was he overthinking something so perfect?

“Do you want to stop?” You check, intertwining your fingers with his before bringing his knuckles to your lips.

Yoongi wants to cry when you place a kiss to the backs of his fingers. If he were a different man, he would have been leading your mouth all over him, responding in kind, sucking at every inch of you, bending you over the end of his bed...

But he isn’t.

He’s Yoongi.

And all he knows is that he wants the woman, you, standing before him.

But he hasn’t the faintest idea of where to start.

Yoongi shakes his head at your question, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone.” He admits, still watching the way you brush your lips over his fingers, “I’m really out of practice, to say the least. I think I’m siking myself out a bit.”

You feel immediate relief, your lips forming around a smile as you kiss his hand gently, “It’s ok- it's been awhile for me too.” Looking up at him, you catch him staring at your mouth again, his expression almost innocent, “Why don’t we start here?”

Yoongi’s eyes follow every move you make, even as you back away from him and crawl onto the bed. You’re on your knees now, your jeans stretching across your skin uncomfortably, the sensation serving as another reason to rid yourself of them.

“Stay right there...” You call softly, but Yoongi couldn’t move even if he tried.

Not yet at least.

He nods, unsure of what to do with his hands now that they aren’t wrapped around you anymore; it’s just another sign that, that’s where they belong.

You lock eyes with him, lowering the intensity of your gaze in an effort to ease his nerves, even as your fingers find the hem of your sweater.

Yoongi’s heart quickly finds itself thrashing against his sternum, his lips parting in awe as you expose yourself to him. You’re in a cherry red bra, the lace doing a slightly poor job of containing your breasts. But he isn’t complaining.

You’re sliding your hands up your body now, keeping your eyes on him before allowing them to flutter shut as you grip your chest. Making a show of yourself, you push them together and murmur, “You would fit so nicely right here, don’t you think?”

Yoongi huffs, a light chuckle hanging on the end of it, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re going to give me heart attack...” The giggle that leaves your lips spurs him on, but before he is able to climb onto the bed with you, you’re stopping him.

“Wait- I wanna see you now.” You request, batting your lashes at him, and he is starting to recognize just how dangerous you really are.

Yoongi smirks, “I don’t remember agreeing to put on a show...”

“Please?” You pout, sitting back on your knees, as you look at him expectantly, “I’ll keep going...”

His smirk broadens, his hands sort of lingering at his collar, “Are you trying to bribe me?”

The tone of his voice makes you smile, “Is it working?”

Yoongi chuckles, the sound heating the surface of your skin, “Unfortunately yeah, think I’d do anything to get me on that bed with you.”

You’re giggling again, feeling very young all of the sudden, “Well get to it then, I’m getting cold...”

Yoongi bites his lip, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly removes his shirt. Finally seeing the full expanse of his skin, you are leaning forward on your knees a bit, desperate to touch him. His skin looks so soft, his hips flaring out just a bit, his pecks raised slightly to signify his many hours moving boxes in his store.

Just below his collarbone, you see a tiny bit of black script written in Korean, which you assume is for Haneul, and Yoongi immediately confirms your suspicion.

“I got this right before he was born-“ He explains brushing his fingers over it, “It’s held up really well.”

You smile, “It has.”

Yoongi kind of stands there for a moment, looking nervous all over again, before you find your back over to him.

“Hey-“ You whisper, cupping his face, “You’re amazing…ok?”

Yoongi wants to argue with you, feeling insecure at someone seeing him so exposed after so long. But the way your lips tuck in between his own, kill doubt he’s ever had about himself.

At least for the time being.

He’s happy to be kissing you again, and even happier when you say,

“Will you take off my bra for me?”

Clumsily, he removes the garment, throwing it clear across the room in frustration which makes you giggle against his lips.

“It’s stupid-“ He pouts, referring to your bra.

You mirror him as you comb your hands through his hair, “So stupid…”

Moments later, the two of you have finally rid yourself of all of your clothes. Yoongi is hissing between your legs, his latex-covered dick brushing against the thick viscosity of your aching cunt that flutters desperately for him.

“I’m literally throbbing-“ He mumbles into your mouth, as you both continue making out.

You’ve been prolonging it, because you know neither of you will last very long. Your clit is pulsating at the thought of being touched, rubbed, licked, sucked…

Really anything at this point.

And it’s almost torture.

How much you want one another, but how quickly your unification will be.

“Me too-“ You agree, your nails tickling over his back, “I’ve never been this wet for anyone else?”

Yoongi’s eyes darken at that, “No? Are you going to get me wet?” His salacious question is paired with a light thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Mhm…” You mumble, both hands coming up to cup his face, “Will you put it in?”

He groans softly, eyes squeezing shut as he desperately tries to get a hold of himself. He’s nodding, knees fully resting on the mattress as he backs out of your grip.

With a closed fist, he strokes up the length of his dick a few times, his lust-filled gaze zeroing in on you, darker than ever before.

“I’m really not going to last very long- you gotta tell me if you don’t finish for me, ok? I want you to get off so bad…” He grunts, pursing his lips before it turns into a moan as he lines himself up at your pussy.

“I’m not going to either- just tell me when you’re close…” You reach for his hand, preparing for the feeling of him finally filling you up.

For the final time, he stops himself, his gaze flashing with a bit of innocence as he asks, “This won’t be the only time- right?”

He’s checking.

He’s making sure that you plan on sticking around after this winter week from hell is over.

That you’re here for the long haul…

That he isn’t crazy for falling for you so quickly…

And all you offer is a smile, full of promise and full of emotions that you can’t quite articulate just yet, “This won’t be the only time.”

With that, he fills you up. The length of his cock doesn’t reach the depths of you, but the way Yoongi flexes his hips doesn’t compel you to care.

You can see the way your pussy affects him, his lips finding the crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a desperate attempt to keep quiet as he eagerly fucks into you.

“Fuck me.” He whisper hungrily, biting particularly hard when your hips start meeting his, “Pussy’s ‘sso good…”

“Yeah?” You coo softly into his ear, nibbling on the shell of it, “Is it going to make you cum?”

He’s nodding, the sound of his heavy breath catching on the softest of whimpers, knowing full-well that neither of you can make a sound.

“Want you to cum though….” He mumbles drunkenly, one of his hands sliding between your sweaty bodies, “Want to feel you quiver around my cock.”

You have no idea where his mouth is coming from, but you aren’t’ complaining. The fact that your body can make him talk like this only turns you on more.

“Touch me.” You whisper, spreading your legs even wider, “I’ll cum for you right now…”

His eyes snap towards your own, his pupils nearly taking over his irises, “Yeah?” He hums, the pads of his fingers the pulsing bud at the top of your cunt, “You’ll cum right now for me? All over my dick?”

He’s whispering to you but he’s words feel so loud, and as he starts moving over your clit, you have no choice but to nod as you clamp your hand over your mouth.

He smirks softly, eyes locked onto you as he increases the speed of both his hips and his fingers, “Shhhh- not a sound, ok? Let me see it…”

And Yoongi thinks you put on a better show than any porn star in the business.

He also thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

The way your cunt flutters through your orgasm is too much for him to handle, his body collapsing onto his elbows. He noses your hand away from your mouth once you’re finished, he is looking nervous all over again, like he isn’t ready for what he’s about to feel.

“I’m going to cum so hard—” He whines softly into your mouth, his hips moving unevenly inside of you.

You kiss at his face, offering him a sweet pleasure-induced smile, as your hips begin to meet him half way.

“I want it- can I have it, Yoongi?” You coo, sucking at his bottom lip, “Please?”

And his whole body shudders, his fists curling into the pillows beside you as he sucks at your neck once more, muffling all of the cries that leave his throat against your skin. He empties himself inside of the condom, trembling beneath the weight of his orgasm and, the weakness in his limbs.

He can’t hold himself up any longer, but he slowly rests his body ontop of your own, not wanting to crush you.

Although you’d be glad to bear the weight.

Carding your fingers through his sweaty hair, you gently press kisses against the side of his face, wanting nothing more than to be all over him, even after the two of you had finished.

He’s still shaky, his whole world seemingly turned upside down.

But in the best way.

“Are you alright?” You finally murmur in the silence, kissing his ear

With a low chuckle and muffled chuckle, he responds, “I’m good- good and great actually…”

You grin, feeling overcome with your affection for him, even as you pinch his side.

“G and G… as some people call it.”

“I hate you.” You giggle

But it couldn’t be further from the truth.

This week had changed your life, that much was certain, even if there was so much still in the air.

Yoongi still had a son to worry about, and a business to run.

And you still had business to take over, and a rather fickle mayor to track down.

But you knew that you belonged here.

With Yoongi, with Haneul…

Where the snow falls in Snow Falls.

Even if the world was still so loud, you knew that you’d find a way to quiet it.

And the next morning, lighting up the lock screen on your phone comes from the first part of your new journey.

Email from: Mayor Sweetree

CC: sweetandcompanyY/F/[email protected]

Subject: New Plans and Bad Weather

Body:

Y/N!

So sorry I’ve had to cancel our meeting this week! I’m firmly against doing business during bad weather. Now that the forecast is clearing up, I’d like to get together as soon as possible. How does tomorrow afternoon sound?

Before you agree, I want to know your thoughts on a very important project I’ve been considering for quite some time. Your response will let me know how I should proceed.

What do you think about opening up a new flagship store right here in Snow Falls?

Looking forward to working with you,

Mayor Sweetree

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