I remember seeing you for the first time. the firsts we shared were always ... still are my favourite. the first meeting, first physical touch, first words, first kiss yet-

it never mattered to you.

the first time I saw you, you were sat on a bench in our local park. you were freezing cold- it was evident from the way your shoulders shook and how you pulled the sleeves of your jumper over your hands. you curled up into a ball.

it looked like you were waiting for someone that day and I felt pity for you because you looked cold and I was warm in my car.

so I forced myself out into the winter weather, brought a coffee before walking over to you. I sat down next to you and handed you the cup with a small smile- knowing a stranger would get baffled.

you took it from my hands and thanked me. you started to talk about the cold weather and the topic of seasons came about.

I should've known from the beginning that the winter season of coldness and rain, simply reflected your personality.

no wonder you liked the cold so much- the external coldness matched your internal state. you're a cold fucker Yoongi.