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"That was a great movie." Jimin said.

I yawned. "I always get so tired during Christmas movies."

"You're not the only one." Jimin pointed at Yoongi. I looked at the human that was hugging my body, snoring slightly. I chuckled and shook him.

"Wake up, I have to go home." I said. He didn't answer. "Yoongi, get up or I'll push you."

"You wouldn't." He mumbled. So he was awake? I pushed him. "You little-"

"Your sister is here." Jimin interrupted him.

"She's probably asleep. Why did you push me off?"

"You thought I wouldn't push you off? Awe, how cute." I cooed.

"I've fallen and I can't get up." Yoongi said.

"Well stay down, I'm going home."

"You're not going alone." Jimin said. "Yoongi, you can go and rest up. I'll take Hoseok home."

"No no, it's fine. I'll take him," Yoongi got up. "Come on."

Jimin said nothing. Yoongi just narrowed his eyes at Jimin and fixed his hair. He took my hand and pulled me with him. As soon as we stepped outside, a handful of snow just splattered onto my face. Well, not literally. But you know what I mean. It was snowing. It was actually snowing. I squealed and ran back inside.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked. "You didn't know it was snowing?"

"No!" I said. "And look at what I'm wearing!" They looked at my clothes and I suddenly felt insecure. I wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just some jeans and a full-sleeved shirt. "Okay, stop staring."

"What's wrong with your clothes?" Yoongi asked.

"It's snowing and my clothes aren't gonna help me survive this walk."

"Here," He took off his jacket and gave it to me. "Wear that. I'll go get another jacket."

"Oh," I mumbled. He already walked away so I couldn't refuse. I put on his jacket and noticed Jimin smirking. "What are you looking at, punk?" I said. "Square up, hoe. Fight me."

"You're gonna regret picking a fight with me, shorty."

"Look who's talking. And I'm not short."

"Yeah sure, how tall are you? Like, four foot something?"

"I'm offended. Don't talk to me." I crossed my arms. I saw Yoongi walking down the stairs. "Let's go, babe. Jimin is being mean."

"Babe?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"

"Since now. Let's go." I walked out and Yoongi followed after me. He put an arm around my shoulder and walked by my side. "Yoongi," I whined. "I'm still cold."

"Hold on," We stopped walking and he zipped down his jacket. He held my arms and pulled me closer to him. He put my arms around his torso and hugged me closer. So if people see it, they'll see us hugging and his jacket around both of us. I instantly felt warm. "Are you cold now?"

"No." I smiled sheepishly. "But how are we gonna get home like this?"

"Take my other jacket."

"No fucking way, you'll freeze to death."

"What about you? I can handle the cold for a few minutes."

"I'm still not taking your jacket. And you're taking it off. No, don't give it to me. Yoongi." I groaned as he put his other jacket around me.