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Yoongi first heard of it when he was at Seokjin’s birthday party, sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and with so much alcohol in his body that a headache in the morning was inevitable. Jimin and Hoseok were sitting right next to him, chatting about everything. Jimin suddenly asked Hoseok who he would want to go on a holiday with and that question alone is a little strange because the seven of them always go on holiday together. Hoseok's answer was even stranger when he said ‘Yoongi-hyung’ without hesitation.
It was so strange, in fact, that despite not remembering most of the night and the party, Yoongi still remembered Hoseok's reply the next morning. It kept echoing in his ears, those words making his insides feel fuzzy and warm. Almost everyone knows that Yoongi likes Hoseok. A lot. This whole incident is somehow making his crush even worse than it was. What if Hoseok picked him because he also likes him? The thought was so persistent in his mind that he ended up blurting out the stupidest question ever without considering his options.
“Do you want to go snowboarding in Austria?”
To his relief, Hoseok quickly recovered from the shock and said yes with a surprised smile. Yoongi felt numb the entire time he booked their flight and then the place they would be staying at (a ski chalet with an outside jacuzzi). The only reason he blurted out Austria is because his brother stayed there with his wife and told Yoongi how nice and romantic it was. It sounded nice, and if Yoongi were to confess his feelings, he would like it to be somewhere special and beautiful.
That’s how they ended up on a mountain top, dressed in thick jackets and pants, sitting on snow as they are trying to get their feet into the bindings. The snow is falling all around them and it's perfect. He looks over at Hoseok, who is tightening his ankle strap.
“That board is so you,” Yoongi comments. That is an understatement. The board is light blue and there are little forest animals with scarves scattered all over it. It’s awfully cute and way more fun than Yoongi’s boring black snowboard that has a single orange line across it.
Hoseok looks at him. His face is hidden by his ski mask and the helmet but his eyes are enough for Yoongi to know that he has a skeptical look on his face.
“Are you making fun of me?” Hoseok asks, frowning. He reaches over to grasp Yoongi’s helmet’s strap and secures it under his chin. Yoongi swallows hard, his eyes jumping between the scenery and his friend’s face.
“No, it’s cute,” Yoongi replies truthfully.
“You’re cute,” Hoseok counters, squeezing his cheeks so hard that Yoongi can feel his lips pucker, and then pulls away like he said nothing out of the ordinary. They haven’t even started yet and Yoongi already feels breathless and wants to take a break. He needs to think about this and try to figure out what exactly ‘you’re cute’ really means. But Hoseok is already on his feet, pressing the edge of the snowboard into the snow, pulling his goggles over his eyes. He looks ridiculously hot. “C’mon, hyung! Let’s go!”
And Yoongi follows him.
Snowboarding is fun. Yoongi likes it a lot but he realizes that he likes looking at Hoseok way more. As they slide down on the piste, he feels torn between looking where he’s going, the pine trees, and his friend. He ends up doing all of that since the first part of the slope is blue and only later does it turn into red and towards the very end, it’s black.
He turns, switching from toe side to heel side, and Hoseok passes behind him, happily humming a song to himself. Yoongi smiles at that, feeling pleased that Hoseok is having a good time. That’s all he’s aiming for. As long as they are both content, it’s going to remain a memorable trip for both of them.
When the slope starts to get more difficult, Yoongi has to focus on where he’s going as he’s not yet familiar with it. He almost didn't notice that Hoseok got ahead of him and sat down at the side of the slope. He does notice, though, and quickly maneuvers his snowboard to be pointing in his friend’s general direction. Their shoulders knock together and they both groan as Yoongi slams into his side.
“Hyung,” Hoseok whines, but he doesn’t push him away, just pulls down his mask so he can pout at him. Yoongi pushes up his goggles and down his mask, giving Hoseok a big smile. Hoseok huffs, rubbing his thigh.
“Tired already, Seokseok-ah?” Yoongi teases lightly.
“Just my thighs,” Hoseok sighs, like he’s disappointed with himself. “It’s been a while since I had to use them so much.” Yoongi presses a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. Hoseok groans and lightly jabs him in the arm. “Aren’t you supposed to be the hyung here? Stop laughing!”
“I’m sorry, but it’s funny,” Yoongi smiles, patting his other thigh with a gloved hand. “And it’s going to be worth it the next time you need to rid—”
“Don’t finish that pun,” Hoseok interrupts quickly, smiling. Yoongi tries to pull his hand away but Hoseok wraps his hand around his and pulls it back. “Don’t stop yet. That feels nice.”
He likes touching him, so there’s no need to ask twice. There are too many layers separating Yoongi’s palm and Hoseok’s thigh, but he still pushes his fingers against the muscle, trying his best to relieve some of the tension. Hoseok lets out a little sigh and the tip of Yoongi’s ears start burning.
“Can you do a jump?” Hoseok asks suddenly, pointing at something in the distance. “On that ramp?”
There is a snow ramp further down and Yoongi catches a person attempting a jump. They successfully land and keep going like nothing happened. They made it look easy, child’s play, but there’s no way it’s as easy as it looks.
“Sure, if you want to carry me down because I broke all the bones in my legs,” Yoongi deadpans. He’s never attempted to do a jump before and this is not the time to do stupid things like that.
“I don’t want to do that,” Hoseok sighs, looking a little disappointed. “It would look really cool, though.”
Hoseok gives him that look then. That big, doe-eyed look that he only uses on Yoongi when he wants to convince him about something. Yoongi despises it because it’s like Hoseok knows exactly his weakness. It’s so hard to say no to him when he does this. It’s even worse now because his flushed cheeks and the snowflakes on his lashes make him look even more angelic. Yoongi might consider breaking his bones for an angel like Hoseok.
Yoongi averts his eyes, sighing to himself as he turns around, facing the mountain and his knees digging into the snow. It’s not worth the risk, is it? Unless…
“This one is too big. There are some smaller ones at the top. I’m willing to attempt it for a price,” Yoongi bargains, trying to act cool even though his pulse is increasingly getting faster.
“But those are for kids,” Hoseok frowns.
“Those are for beginners, which I am when it comes to jumps,” he points out quickly, and then adds, “Take it or leave it, Hoseok-ah.”
“Fine, alright. What’s the price?”
“A kiss.” The words are flying out of his lips before he can overthink it too much. If Hoseok rejects him then so be it, but he needs a drink later. “And some spiced wine.“
“Deal!” Hoseok exclaims immediately, startling Yoongi with his eagerness.
Okay. So, that’s not a rejection.
Yoongi quickly pulls his mask over his mouth before the smug smile could get too big, and says, “Let’s shred then... before a bear shows up and tries to eat us!”
“There are no bears here, right?” Hoseok asks, alarmed. His eyes wide. “Yoongi-hyung? Right?”
Pop, retract, and land — those are the basic steps of doing a jump. It sounds easy; a five-year-old kid can do it, too. He doesn't want to eat snow in front of Hoseok and miss out on the opportunity to kiss him.
So, when he starts sliding towards his target, he decides to give it his all. It’s a small jump anyway, so the risk of breaking a bone is significantly smaller. He doesn’t feel tempted to look at Hoseok now, his eyes are set on the snow ramp that he’s approaching swiftly. Then he…
Pops – pushing away from the ground, and he’s in the air.
Retracts – pulling his knees closer to his chest.
Lands – toe side edge touches the snowy ground again, then switches to heel side and back to toe side, forcing himself to slow down.
He lifts his head and barely catches the sight of Hoseok clapping and jumping with his snowboard still attached to him. Then he slides past him, the big smile making a return on his face, his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He did it.
He intends to ask for his reward right away, so he only stops at the ski lodging on the side of the slope. He gets there first, but Hoseok is still faster than him. Yoongi can barely open his mouth before Hoseok steps out of his bindings and throws his helmet next to his snowboard, waving Yoongi to follow him.
The building serves as a restaurant and a bar, very tightly packed at certain times, so Yoongi’s first instinct is to sit down at the first available table before they are left with nowhere to sit. He puts his jacket aside, leaving him in a wool shirt, and tries not to fidget again. The tension only lessens in his body when he catches Hoseok walking towards him with a steaming styrofoam cup in his hand and a smile.
“Here you go,” Hoseok says, putting the cup in front of him then quickly unzipping his jacket.
“Thanks,” Yoongi replies a little shyly. He blows at the drink and takes a tiny sip, trying not to burn his tongue. The flavor of red wine and spices blooms in his mouth, warming his body. He takes another sip, and Hoseok sits down next to him, his cold hand curling around Yoongi’s free hand and his head coming to rest on his shoulder.
“That was pretty cool, even if it was just a kiddie jump,” Hoseok compliments, the smile in his voice evident. The warmth of his body seeps through Yoongi’s shirt.
“A beginner jump,” Yoongi corrects him instantly and puts the cup down. He wants to shoot Hoseok an annoyed look, but when their eyes meet, he only knows tenderness. The same softness is mirrored on Hoseok’s face.
A hand gently cups the side of his face, leading him toward Hoseok’s lips. He just lets it happen. There’s a sharp exhale coming from Hoseok; then he’s pushing his lips against Yoongi’s harder, his tongue licking across his bottom lip and then the inside of his mouth. The kiss is much warmer and sweeter than his spiced wine.
Yoongi holds Hoseok’s hand tighter, refusing to let him go even when Hoseok starts pulling away. He looks at Yoongi for a second before he grimaces, his nose scrunching adorably.
Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. “You don’t like wine.”
“I like you,” Hoseok confesses, raising his chin to kiss him again.
His heart races from those words, but he pulls back, worried, and repeats, “But you don’t like wine.”
He wants to kiss Hoseok again and again, but not if the younger won’t enjoy it. He can wait until the wine’s taste goes away. But Hoseok can’t.
“But I like you,” Hoseok insists, pulling harder, and this time Yoongi relents.
“I like you too,” he whispers before Hoseok kisses him again, all sweet and warm.