Yoongi tenses up as he hears footsteps approaching. He knows this is supposed to be a safe spot, but he still takes a defensive stance. A short figure steps into his view and he relaxes. It's Jimin, and he is on time, just like he said he would be.   "You alone? Anybody follow you?"   Jimin shakes his head and steps into his arms, and for a moment, Yoongi lets himself totally relax; lets himself forget that Jimin is supposed to be his enemy, that they're from rival gangs. He breathes in the sweet scent of the boy he loves and he wishes that things don't have to be this way.
He cups Jimins face with both hands and kisses him softly, saying all the things he wants to say through that one kiss - "I love you, be with me, I'll protect you, we will get through this".   Jimin softly pulls his hands away from his face and holds them in his own, rubbing them vigorously. "Your hands are cold, hyung."   Yoongi says nothing. They don't have much to say to each other because every word they exchange between them is going to be a memory that feels like a knife. One or both of them will die in this gang war, it's inevitable. So every time they have a rare chance to meet, they just stand with each other in mostly silence. They look, they touch. They don't say "I love yous" because the fact that they risked their lives to be at each secret rendezvous is proof enough of their love for each other.   20 mins pass and it's time to go. They can't stay here. But this time, Yoongi