Jimin 🙃

The snow was starting to fall thicker when the old bus finally stopped at the foot of a wooden house surrounded by fir trees. Park Jimin was the first to stand up, throwing his backpack off his shoulder and cursing under his breath with an angry sigh - quietly, but quite sincerely.

He hated all of this.

It wasn't the mountains, it wasn't the cold, it wasn't even the fact that his fingers had been frozen an hour ago. He hated where they'd come to.

To her house.

He didn't know why she'd agreed to invite the class to the family home in the mountains in the first place, but he was pretty sure it was some kind of cunning plan to ruin his life. And if it wasn't a plan, it was karma. He'd had a bad week already, and now he'd have to spend three days under the same roof with her.

She got off the bus a little later, with a scarf wrapped around her and her nose red from the cold. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were squinting. Jimin didn't even have time to rejoice that she might have forgotten to pin him up - when he immediately heard:
Surprisingly, Jimin, you went too. I thought princesses like you were allergic to real nature.

He chuckled without even looking at her.
I just wanted to see you finally fall face first into the snow. That was worth the trip.

She snorted, pushing past him, brushing her shoulder against his, just as he would have done in response.

He watched her as she walked up the steps to the porch. And he already knew: sleeping under the same roof with her would be a test. Or a game of survival.

Jimin pulled his hood tighter and slowly followed.