Jungkook was looking for buses, but because of heavy snowfall, a few roads were blocked, and therefore, he has been waiting for two hours. Should I just call Jimin Hyung? Glancing around to see a few people and convincing himself that he wasn't alone in the storm, Jungkook sighed in a weary grumble. He was liking Jimin's company too much and last night, when he found him sitting with a lady a little too close in the house after returning from the office, something twisted in his chest, making him see everything hot and molten. He didn't like the feeling at all. A few more minutes. Maybe the bus will arrive. 

One by one, everyone around him called someone to pick them up and left, leaving him and one more old man sitting. He smiled at the elderly, beginning to rub his palms together, trying to not let panic set in. When he saw the man dialing someone, he finally decided to ask Jimin for help because he had to leave for Busan the next morning for his exam and he couldn't afford to get hypothermia.

Jimin was at the hospital, working on repairing a CTMI machine, completely losing the track of time. Seeing Jungkook's number, he realized how late it was. Oh shit. He got away from the instrument and answered the phone. "Hello."

"Hyung, are you at home?"

"No, aren't you?" Jimin's brows creased. 

"I am not able to find the bus and I checked cabs. There's nothing around."

"Where are you?" Jimin grabbed his coat before tucking the phone between his tilted ear and shoulder, crouching himself on the floor to close his toolbox. 

"On the bus stand of my office. Can you come to pick me up if it's not too much?" 

"Why didn't you call me before, Jungkook? It's cold outside. I might take half an hour to reach there." Jimin winded up his things and rushed out, signing his name and putting the exit time on the log.

"It's okay, I can wait. I don't think the bus is coming anytime soon anyway."

Jimin was now running in the hospital corridor to get to the elevator. "Is there any place you can go to for the time being? Something indoor?"

"Everything's closed."

"I am coming as fast as I can."

Jungkook remained seated on the cold metal bench. His ass started feeling like ice, but if he stood, he felt colder. His teeth were clattering and he looked for a heat pouch in his bag, finding one last of it. He grabbed it immediately, rubbing his cold fingers on it. 

The surrounding has gone completely dark, and now, he felt so lethargic and sleepy that he didn't know how to sit straight. His eyes started closing. "Son," he heard the elderly's voice. "Do you need a lift?" He asked when Jungkook looked at him as he was pointing to a cargo truck. 

Jungkook shook his head, bowing with a polite and forced smile. "I called someone to pick me up."

"Stay safe," the elderly said, handing his heat packs to the boy.

"Thank you." Jungkook accepted them like a hungry person looking for food and pulled them close to his chest. His body had lost a lot of heat and his head was touching his abdomen when he heard his name.

Before he could look up, Jimin held his shoulders, leaning down to help him. "You are cold!" Jungkook felt like he could crumble now, in the safety of the trustworthy man's presence. "Come on!" Jimin took Jungkook's bag and led him toward the car. 

Jungkook sat down inside, shivering crazily in the hot air from the car heaters. Jimin closed the door after getting in and took off his winter jacket. "Here," he put it down on his thighs before reaching for Jungkook's almost moist coat. "Wear mine and take yours off. It's wet."

"But you'll be cold." Jungkook protested weakly.

"I won't. We are warm inside the car."

**

Jungkook fell on the couch, feeling entirely sick. He saw Jimin running around and bringing him a blanket before adjusting the temperature on the thermostat. He only sat there, feeling his bones hurting from how long he was shivering. 

Time passed quickly, now that he was inside and safe. Before he knew it, Jimin had brought a big bowl of chicken and corn soup for him with poached eggs. "Have some soup." He asked, sitting beside Jungkook.

The boy got out of the thick layers of the blankets and breathed calmly. The cold was gradually leaving his body, but he wasn't entirely thinking straight with the mental haze. He picked up the spoon and with trembling hands, slurped the piping-hot liquid before coughing out loud.

Jimin couldn't watch idly, so he rubbed Jungkook's back.

"I am okay." 

The older slid back when Jungkook rejected his touch and kept his stare at him. Once he ensured that the boy was fine and he had finished his food, he spoke. "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"Because I didn't want to disturb you."

"Jungkook," Jimin raised his voice a little, a bit of anger and fear intermingled inside him. He breathed deeply instantly to calm his nerves. "What if something bad happened to you?"

Jungkook felt his chest filling with warmth, but he didn't like it one bit. "You shouldn't worry about me, Hyung. I am just here for a few more days. You say I treat you like a stranger but isn't that what we are?" The moment words escaped him, he saw hurt in Jimin's eyes, and he wanted to take them back so bad. "I am sorry, Hyung. Please know that I am grateful to you for providing me with lodging and food all these days. You are very kind and you don't deserve that tone," he stood up. "Thank you so much for helping me. Not only this time but for all those times when I didn't think I could make it."

Jimin remained steady when Jungkook slowly left the living room. "That's the thing, Jungkook. I don't want you to be grateful for what I do for you," he held his head in dismay. "I want you to be aware of my feelings for you."

Jimin acquiesced that if he expressed himself now, he would meet with rejection. And he wasn't going to blame the boy for it. Given the circumstances Jungkook had gone through, perhaps he would've done or said the same things as him. But it wasn't his fault either that he was crazy about the boy. Nonetheless, he had to be patient. 

Slumping down on the couch in solitude, wishing he could hug him boy and keep him close, give him warmth and so much comfort that he would forget every bad thing that has ever happened to him, Jimin let his feelings channel into anger, and he wished he could direct them at one person, Jungkook's ex-boyfriend.

All he wanted was to find the son of a bitch and let some tension loose.