october, 2005.

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jungkook hates winters with a burning passion,

and he often wishes that said burning passion could warm them up because they're way too cold,

and he's pretty sure his nose is gonna freeze, fall off, and turn into a raisin.

he's pretty sure that those people outside his window who are unpacking boxes-- presents? he briefly wonders --from an impossibly big truck are going to turn into raisins, too.

the funniest part is that it's not even winter;

it's actually the middle of autumn.

but he's nine and he doesn't care because frankly, it doesn't matter and seasons are a social construct anyway.