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What the AT&T lady said just didn’t register. Brad called to cancel the landline not get a new plan.
Brad put the receiver down to ask Chris. “Do we want ‘full coverage?!?’….”
Now that Brad said it out loud, the notion read nearly silly. A fierce 45 second single sided debate ensued.
Chris said if they were going to hold on to any unnecessary technology, it would be the wristwatch due to its advanced mobility feature.
Total peace broke out when Brad noted wristwatches didn’t take $50 out of their Chime account on the 5th of every month.
Boom.
Brad and Chris’ landline would finally die, die the next business day.
Just The Fashion Tip #39: Use minimum fabric for maximum vibes.
Snow (Drabble)
Title: Snow
Word Count: 803
Summary: Written for one of my @btshurtcomfortprompts prompts- Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold.
“I swear to god, Seokjin–”
“Yah! That’s Seokjin-hyung to you.”
Namjoon practically growls and steps to the side, but Seokjin is fast and steps in the same direction, effectively trapping Namjoon up against a tree. Lightning fast, he dumps the handful of snow he’s holding down the back of Namjoon’s neck and then spins around and sprints away, leaving Namjoon yelping behind him.
“I would kill him,” Yoongi murmurs from his spot on the back steps. He pulls his hat down lower over his ears and tucks his mittened-hands underneath his armpits. He’s freezing and just the thought of Seokjin putting snow on the back of his neck has him shivering violently.
Taehyung giggles next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder, rubbing up and down in an attempt to transfer a little warmth. “Yeah, you would.”
Yoongi sniffles and leans into Taehyung’s side. He turns his head, looking at the younger man’s face with a small frown. “You really shouldn’t be out here, Tae. You’re just getting over your cold.”
“I’m fine! Also, I promised Jungkook I would throw a snowball at Jimin for him and I couldn’t break my promise.”
Taehyung dismisses him with a wave of his hand, glancing back at the window where Jungkook’s frame is pressed up against the glass. Yoongi looks back too; Jungkook had fallen asleep watching them from inside, deep in the throes of the head cold he caught from Taehyung. He had pouted and pouted at not being let outside to play outside in the snow with the rest of them until Hoseok had wrapped him up in blankets and guided him to the window seat with a cup of hot cocoa and a promise to cuddle when they all got back inside, and that, along with Taehyung’s promise to get revenge on Jimin for eating the last cookie via snowball attack was what finally made Jungkook relent. He was miserable and sleepy as they shuffled out into the snow and by the time the first snowball was thrown, he was already sound asleep.
Yoongi smiles fondly at the way Jungkook’s cheek is pressed up against the window, his nose bright red and his mouth open with what are surely very loud snores. Their poor maknae has really been suffering from the illness, his sensitive nose especially, and Yoongi thinks he can kind of understand Jungkook’s misery as his own nose tingles and runs due to the frigid air.
“Hh-HSHCH’ihh! Hihh–! Hhhh’CHIEW!”
Taehyung startles slightly at Yoongi’s sneezes, and then twists sideways to face him more directly, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
“And what about you, hyung? You’ve been sneezing ever since you got out here.”
“It’s just cold out here,” Yoongi murmurs, swiping his mitten under his nose before sniffling wetly.
“What if you caught our cold?”
“Mm, it’s your cold. Don’t drag Jungkookie into this.”
Taehyung bites his lip, eyes narrowed as he studies Yoongi intently for a few moments longer. Eventually, he shrugs and turns back to watch the others. “I didn’t mean to give Kookie my cold,” he mumbles, voice so quiet Yoongi barely catches it.
“I know, Tae,” Yoongi reassures, and now it’s him wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s shoulder. “I was just teasing.”
“If you get too cold, we should really go inside,” Taehyung responds softly. He’s still biting his lip and across the meadow, Jimin has stopped chasing after Seokjin, gaze locked on Taehyung like he can sense something is wrong with his soulmate.
A minute later, Jimin is striding over. His cheeks are bright pink and he stops in front of Taehyung, glancing at Yoongi before squatting down.
“You okay, TaeTae? You should get back inside before you get sick again. You just got over your cold.” Jimin looks over at Yoongi again. “You too, hyung. Your nose and ears are all red.”
Yoongi grunts, but the warmth inside sounds incredibly appealing right about now. It’s snowing again, tiny snowflakes falling around them, and one lands directly on the tip of Yoongi’s nose. He sniffles, wiggling his nose back and forth, and then his nostrils flare wide. “hrRSHSH-eh!”
“Okay, hyung,” Taehyung chuckles, tugging Yoongi up. “Let’s go inside. Hobi-hyung promised Jungkookie cuddles and I bet we can get in on the action too.”
“Go get inside and get warm,” Jimin urges. “I’ll get the others.”
By the time the rest of them make it inside, they find Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi nestled in a pile of blankets, patiently waiting for their cuddles with Hoseok. Jungkook is already back asleep, snoring softly where he’s tucked against Yoongi’s side. Taehyung pulls Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon into the bed too, and they wrap themselves around each other, laughing when Jungkook wakes up long enough to grab Hoseok’s arm and tug him closer before drifting off to sleep again.
