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It’s midday, and the snow has finally settled.
Jimin walks with Nari in his arms, snow crunching beneath his feet as he makes his way towards the market in town.
Nari is nearly four now but still likes to be carried in Jimin’s arms when she’s feeling extra cuddly.
“Dimin appa, it’s snow,” she says in awe at the thick white blanket that covers their little town in a winter wonderland.
Behind him Yoongi walks with a bundle of his own in his arms.
“Look, Jiyoonie,” Jimin hears him say. When he turns around, he sees Yoongi has stopped to make a snowball for their daughter, Jiyoon. She reaches a tiny hand to touch the snow and pulls it back almost instantly when she feels the cold of the ice hit her skin. She shrieks in delight when Yoongi crushes the snowball above her head and the snow sprinkles down on her like fairy dust. Her golden straw colored hair shimmers with the ice.
“Appa!” She squeals and Yoongi is quick to pull her into his arms once more before jogging to catch up to Jimin and Nari.
He kisses Jimin on the cheek, startling the omega.
“Suddenly?” He laughs a little and his mate smiles softly at him but in that smile Jimin sees all the love that Yoongi has for him. A love that’s never wavered and has only ever grown with time.
“Sow,” their two year old pup says and Jimin turns to see her tiny face upturned toward the sky, awestruck as soft flakes begin to fall upon them.
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Yoongi watches as his three little loves all turn their lovely faces up to the sky but he only has eyes for them. Their home has shrunk as their family has grown but Yoongi knows that he would never trade it for the world.
When he was in the service, on a day much colder than today, he came upon a Japanese soldier who lay in the snow, staining it red from the wounds he would never survive. Yoongi stayed with him until he succumbed to them. Just before he closed his eyes for the last time, the soldier told Yoongi about his life back in Hiroshima. Of the family who waited for him–his wife, his sons and daughter.
“I’m doing this for them,” he told Yoongi. “I came to fight for them.”
Yoongi never had the heart to talk to a dying man about the futility of war, so he just sat there and listened and watched as with shaking, stiff hands, the man pulled out a picture of his family to show to Yoongi.
“My ikigai,” he said in a hoarse whisper with his final breaths. “They are my reason for being. For dying.”
Now Yoongi looks upon his own ikigai. His family. His reason for living.
“I love you,” he whispers into Jimin’s cheek before kissing him again.
“I love you too,” Jimin says. A flash of concern crosses his face but Yoongi quickly erases it with a kiss upon his lips.
“Come on,” he says, taking Jimin’s hand and walking forward. “Let’s find something warm to eat.”
They wind their way through town together stopping here and there as the girls marvel at everything the street sellers have to offer them.
It’s a simple little life, the one they lead, but to Yoongi, it’s all he could ever hope to have with the love of his life and the sweetest pups to call their own.