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The wedding is going to be a disaster. This is something Jimin has come to terms with since the beginning of it all. If he’s honest, and only if he must be, Jimin didn’t think they would last this long. At first, he thought his parents would forget about it. But no. It didn’t slip their mind.
Park Jimin was arranged to marry Kim Taehyung.
Park Jimin from Park Entertainment. Park Entertainment was home of a lot of talented artists. Jimin wishes he could deny the history and impact that Park Ent. has done for the music industry but it would be pointless. His father has created beautiful and talented artists. One after the other. It seemed like the company was mass-producing talented and hardworking artists. Jimin grew up with everyone. Watched them grow into these sensational idols. So sadly, no. Jimin couldn’t minimize the work Park Entertainment has done.
So when his father had announced that Jimin would marry into Kim Studio, he was surprised. Jimin always thought his father would marry him off to another entertainment company. It had never crossed his mind that it would be a paint company.
It took as little as a Google search to find how successful Kim Studio actually was.
Jimin found millions of results. All praising the company, the owners, and the self-taught painter that was their firstborn. Kim Taehyung.
Kim Studio was given awards after awards for their company, their altruistic work, and their dedication to giving their customers the best and eco-friendly paint in the world. It was ambiguous, Jimin had first thought, but it was true.
When he had asked his father about the company, Jimin had been scolded for doubting his future husband’s family.
Jimin didn’t understand it, if he was honest. It was just paint. It didn’t fall anywhere near the name that Park Entertainment had made for itself. Paint wasn’t making music that change people’s life. A simple paint can was just sitting in someone’s garage, untouched and unopened. While songs and music were being produced, globalized, and bought.
Nevertheless, Jimin expected all of this to die down. His father was known for public tantrums, a fault that Jimin’s mother turns a blind eye to. In the past, Jimin’s father had engaged his two sons to handful of big companies but everything fell through.
So Jimin waited for this engagement to fall through. And he waited, waited, waited, and waited.
It wasn’t until his last year of university that Jimin realized: oh shit, maybe he was getting married.
“Stay still, will you?” Taehyung said as he pulled his paintbrush away from Jungkook’s body. “If you keep moving, you’ll cause me to mess up, and then we have to start all over again.”
Jungkook sighed, anxiously scratching his eyebrow. “I’m sorry,” he says with another sigh. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. I’m sorry.”
Taehyung smiled as he stroked his paintbrush up Jungkook’s thigh. “Jungkook,” he said. “Did we or did we not hook up during high school?”
“We,” Jungkook cleared his throat. “We did.”
“So why are you so nervous? It’s not your first time being naked in front of me.” Taehyung said, looking up at Jungkook. “Plus, in an hour, I’ll have your crotch painted, don’t worry.”
Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have agreed to this,” he looked around. “No one is coming, right?”
Taehyung smiled, dipping his paintbrush into the red paint before finishing off the outline of the flower bed on Jungkook’s thigh. “No one is coming,” he reassured. “Just me, you, and my photographer.”
Jungkook stepped back. “Woah, no, not Yoongi.”
Taehyung grinned as he looked up at Jungkook once again, seeing the sheer panic on his face. “What?”
“You didn’t say Yoongi would be coming! Hyung! When? When is he coming?”
“Relax,” Taehyung laughed, leaning back on his feet to stretch. He’d been drawing the outline for two hours, Jungkook kept moving so Taehyung had to start all over. He was an hour behind but that was okay. That’s art. “Yoongi won’t be here until I finish your entire body.”
Jungkook relaxed once again. “Good, cool.”
“Hey boss.”
The two men shouted in unison, turning to find Yoongi with all his equipment on his back. Yoongi looked at Jungkook, his eyes moving up and down before chuckling.
“Your off center,” Yoongi said before walking towards the part of the studio where they take pictures. Taehyung sighed, knowing this already.
“Blame the maknae,” Taehyung sighed, stepping back a bit. He stared at the outline, wondering if he should start all over. It was off center and it bothered Taehyung that he didn’t notice.
Jungkook glared at Taehyung. “I thought he wasn’t coming until after you finished?” Jungkook whispered.
“I can leave if you want,” Yoongi said, Taehyung smiling to himself, still trying to figure out the outline. “I like to come in early to set everything up, it’s a hassle to do it after.”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “No,” he said. “No, you’re fine. I’m sorry for, you’re fine, hyung.”
“Don’t spoil him too much, Jungkook,” Taehyung grabbed the rag, deciding to change the direction of his art. “He might start to like the attention.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Which reminds me, your fiancé called.”
Taehyung stopped as he was about smudge off the outline, eyes meeting Yoongi’s between Jungkook’s legs. “What for?”
“Your wedding is in two weeks.”
“Ah.” Taehyung shrugged. “Let it go to voicemail.”
Jimin sighed as he pushed open the doors, waving somewhat to the secretary, who had dodged his calls for three days. As much as Jimin wanted to pissed off at her, she was probably just following orders from Taehyung. Jimin ran down the stairs, clenching his jaw as he pushed open the studio doors. He looked around, surprised to find a handful of people inside. An art class? Maybe?
“Your elbow is getting in the way,” Taehyung said. “Try finding a different position to draw, it seems your elbow keeps dragging across your artwork. Which is why it never has that perfect cookie cutter image our theme is about.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, wondering how he ever found Taehyung alluring and interesting. He was just some asshole that refuses to meet up with Jimin to plan out the rest of their wedding.
“Ah, Jiminnie,” Taehyung says, looking up at him. “What brings you here?”
Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked around the room. Everyone was staring at them, big curious eyes following them around. “Can we talk somewhere private?”
“I’m afraid not,” Taehyung said, looking back down at the person painting. “My students pay a high fee that I promise them a distraction-free environment. If you want to wait after, you’re more than welcome to sit in my office.”
Jimin laughed incredulously, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he shook his head. “Fine,” he said. He glared at Taehyung before walking across the studio, sitting at Taehyung’s work desk. Ridiculous. The entire thing was ridiculous. Why was Jimin in charge of babysitting Taehyung? Was this how their marriage will be? Jimin following Taehyung around like some pathetic loser.
There was a loud clatter, making Jimin jump at the loud noise. He lifted his head, watching as one of Taehyung’s students stood up.
“This is stupid,” she yelled, looking around the room. “Don’t you idiots see that none of us can draw? Our parents are making us come to these stupid classes for nothing!”
Jimin scoffed, watching as everyone ignored her. He wondered if these outbursts were normal. Even Taehyung continued around the room, not paying her any attention.
So what if her parents forced her to come to these classes? She was learning a skill that could serve her in the long run. Sure, painting wasn’t as easy as everyone made it out to be, but it was a nice distraction. Her parents just wanted the brat out of the house and as she screamed up and down, Jimin didn’t blame her.
“You’re all idiots for letting him manipulate your mind! Painting is stupid!” The girl grabbed a paintbrush, about to throw it at Taehyung.
Jimin stood up immediately. “Yah!” Jimin screamed, the girl turning, frightened. “Put that paintbrush down, are you some thug, or what?”
Taehyung lifted his head, watching Jimin as he crossed the studio again. Jimin grabbed the paintbrush from the girl, frowning at her.
“So what?” Jimin said. “So what if you’re being forced to paint? Do you think that’s torture? My father used to make me work long hours at farms, learning how the production of all that worked. He made me run miles and miles shoeless whenever I misbehaved. What my father used to consider a fun pastime is probably illegal now. Do you think you have it bad because your parents want you to paint?”
The girl scoffed, looking Jimin up and down. “I don’t need some gay man to tell me what to do.”
Jimin scoffed, about to say something but Taehyung stepped in front of him. “That’s enough,” Taehyung said, his voice calm. “Get your stuff and wait for your parents upstairs.”
The girl glared at Jimin but grabbed her things, leaving. She shoved some paint cans onto the ground on her way out, making Taehyung sigh. He turned to look at Jimin, who was frowning at the door.
“Jimin,” Taehyung said. “May I speak to you in private?”
Jimin clenched his jaw, glaring up at Taehyung. How could he be so calm? That girl was spoiled and obnoxious. Not to mention she had a terrible mindset at such a young age. “No,” Jimin said. He needed to get out of there. “Your students pay good money for this class, remember? They need a distraction-free zone.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung said, but Jimin shoved him away, walking out of the studio.
“So then?”
“He left,” Taehyung sighed, sipping his coffee, closing his eyes as he massaged his temples. “I wonder what he wanted to talk about.”
Yoongi scoffed, throwing Taehyung one of the paper mache balls he was making. “Yah, don’t be an idiot. You know exactly what the poor guy came for. You’ve been dodging his calls for years, Taehyung. I thought you were friends.”
Taehyung opened his eyes, leaning over the couch to pick up the paper mache ball. He smiled softly. “Friends?” Taehyung said. “Friends don’t marry each other.”
“Great, now you’re sounding like that Ed Sheeran song.”
“Those aren’t the lyrics, hyung,” Taehyung threw the paper mache ball back, watching as it landed on the table before rolling off and falling onto the ground. “And it’s true. We are friends but we’re also forced into an engagement, do you understand where I’m coming from now?”
Yoongi sighed, shaking his head as he continued making the mache balls. Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, finding curious that Yoongi was helping Jungkook out with his art project. “I don’t,” Yoongi said. “You’re just getting married, Taehyung, it’s not like they’re forcing you to procreate with some complete stranger.”
“No but I’d like to marry on my own terms,” Taehyung said. “If I wanted to marry Jimin, I would like to marry him because he likes me back not because it’s a request from his daddy.”
Yoongi lifted his gaze, grinning at Taehyung. “Because he likes you back?”
“What?” Taehyung said, sipping his coffee again. “What about it?”
“Nothing, it’s just an odd choice of words, that’s all.”
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, looking away from the eldest and towards his laptop. “Says the one making paper mache balls for someone.”
“Deflecting, I see.” Yoongi chuckled. “Kim Taehyung, did we just discover a secret of yours?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes, refusing to look up from his laptop. “You took one psychology class, hyung. It doesn’t make you a psychologist.”
“No, but you’re obviously becoming very defensive when I haven’t said anything.”
“You’re suggesting.”
“Trial me, your honor.”
Taehyung sighed loudly, putting aside his laptop before getting up from the couch. “I need more coffee.” He glared at Yoongi’s smirking face as he walked out of his office, feeling his head start to pound. He was getting migraines again and that worried him. His migraines were always bad.
Taehyung walked into the break room, spotting Jungkook making himself a coffee cup.
“What brings you here?” Taehyung asked, taking the coffee pot from him. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school right now?”
Jungkook turned to Taehyung, frowning instantly when he saw Jungkook’s busted lip. “Ah, hyung,” Jungkook turned away from him, obviously hiding his injury from him. “Didn’t expect you to be here today.”
“I have invoices to do, what happened?” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s chin, making him look at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, the cut wasn’t new but it was still fresh. Maybe from yesterday. “Jungkook?”
Jungkook pulled his chin away from Taehyung. “It’s nothing, hyung, just some fight with these school idiots. They were picking on someone and I got annoyed.”
Taehyung hummed, not believing the kid but not wanting to push him either. “You don’t want to go see Yoongi like that, he’ll flip.”
“I need to get the paper maches,” Jungkook whispered.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get them for you.” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s shoulder before walking back to his office. Yoongi looked up, eyebrows furrowing as Taehyung started to put the paper mache balls into a bucket.
“Where’s the brat?”
Taehyung hummed. “I think your handsomeness ran out, hyung. He’s tired of your face.”
Yoongi scoffed, throwing down the brush. “Unbelievable, that asshole guilts me into making two hundred paper mache balls and he doesn’t have the courage to come pick them up?”
“He’s in a hurry, hyung,” Taehyung said. “Stop pouting, I told you not to like the extra attention.”
“Whatever,” Yoongi got up, grabbing the coat from the back of his chair, and walking out of the office.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, finding Yoongi’s tantrum quite adorable. Who knew someone like Jungkook would ever make Yoongi react like that. Taehyung picked up the brush, noticing that it was the same brush that one of his students was going to throw at him.
He sighed at the memory. Maeng Soojin was nothing short of temperamentals and violence. Her parents had warned Taehyung about her. Warning Taehyung about her random outbursts and tendencies to create a mess. It’s been a week since her last tantrum that he never blinks an eye whenever they occur. Taehyung has spoken to her parents about seeing a child psychiatrist but they refuse. Leave it to the rich to not want to taint their family name.
Soojin has been doing well for a week, even catching her smile at one of Taehyung’s jokes, but something must’ve set her off last week.
Taehyung looked down at the brush, remembering how Jimin had yelled so loud at her. How cool that little jerk looked as he crossed the studio. Taehyung sighed, thumb caressing the brush. He didn’t want to marry Jimin. He wanted to...he wanted to date Jimin first.
He groaned, leaning his head back. Remembering the day that his father told Taehyung that he was engaged to marry Park Jimin, from Park Entertainment. Of course, Taehyung knew who that was. Park Jimin was the school’s pretty prince. Everyone adored him in high school, found him charming, and wanted to be his future lover. Jimin was charming but he was also a brat. Jimin was sweet but he was also a pain in the ass. Jimin was an amazing future lover but he was also scared of disappointing his father.
The more Taehyung got to know Jimin, the more faults that Taehyung found in the supposed perfect prince. Even then, Taehyung couldn’t stop himself for liking Jimin’s attention, even before the engagement. Jimin had grown to be his close friend. Before the engagement, Jimin was always inviting him to places, both of them finding themselves in trouble. Before the engagement, Taehyung found himself letting his gaze linger as Jimin smiled. Before the engagement, Jimin’s touch lingered. Before the engagement, the two found themselves alone under the train tracks, lips just a couple inches away from each other. Taehyung found himself caressing Jimin’s arms, both of them too scared to lean in, but too into the moment to pull away.
All of that was before the engagement.
Taehyung dropped the brush, no use thinking of moments before the engagement.
Jimin sighed, watching his hyungs rehearse their dance one more time. He wondered if he should’ve stayed that day. His mother was pressuring Jimin again and Jimin’s head was about to explode with all these unanswered questions. Next week would be the last week before their wedding and Jimin still didn’t know anything from Taehyung. Who did he want at the wedding? What color tux was he planning on buying? Was he buying or renting a tux? Did he have a best man yet? Did he want the wedding to be broadcasted or not? Would his parents be attending? Both or just one? Were his siblings coming? Did he want his mom and dad to be sitting together? When was his best man planning on doing the speech? What flowers was Taehyung allergic to?
Jimin groaned as he slid down to the floor, sliding until he was laying on the ground, staring up at the bright lights. He wondered if Taehyung even wanted to marry Jimin. Of course, this was arranged and they had no say in it whatsoever. But still. Jimin couldn’t help but wonder. Was Taehyung marrying him because his parents wanted him to? Or because he believes in their friendship?
He scoffed loudly, shaking his head at himself. What a stupid thing to think. Because Taehyung believed in their friendship? What friendship? There was no friendship! Ever since their last year of university, Taehyung left all of the wedding planning to Jimin. If the planner needed phone numbers, he’d sent her to Jimin. If the planner needed ideal locations, he’d sent her to Jimin. No matter what, Jimin was in charge of all the decisions, while Taehyung stayed in his studio, painting.
“Friendship,” Jimin scoffed, shaking his head as he sat up. Whatever ‘friendship’ the two of them had was over. It was over the day Taehyung abandoned Jimin with all of this. Taehyung didn’t care that Jimin was drowning under all of the pressure. Taehyung didn’t care and that’s something JImin needed to get through his mind.
“Hey, you alright?” One of his hyungs asked, squatting down to Jimin’s height. “You seem far away from us.”
Jimin looked at his hyung, smiling softly. “Just,” Jimin shrugged. “Stressed.”
“Wedding stuff?”
“Yeah,” Jimin ran a hand through his hair. “Would you marry me instead?”
Hoseok smiled at him, squeezing Jimin’s cheek. “In a heartbeat, Pretty Prince.”
Jimin groaned, shoving Hoseok away as his cheeks warmed up. “I hate that nickname, shut up. I told you that in secrecy.”
“Come on, I’ll invite you to some bubble tea,” Hoseok smiled, helping Jimin up from the ground. Jimin smiled at that, humming.
“Fine,” Jimin said.
They waved goodbye to the rest of the crowd, Hoseok throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, pulling him close.
“You know if Taehyung ever divorces you, Taemin likes you.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, looking over Hoseok’s shoulder to find Taemin looking at them. Taemin’s eyes widened as he found Jimin looking at him, shyly looking away. Jimin giggled at him.
“Cute,” Jimin said. “But that’s if Taehyung divorces me, he has to marry me before that.”
Hoseok giggled, pulling Jimin closer. “He’ll come through, I believe in him. Besides, what is he going to do? Stay in his studio all week in protest?”
“Hyung, it’s been a week,” Jungkook said. “Aren’t you acting a little immature?”
Taehyung rolled his chair from one side of his studio, to the next, all while throwing paint at the canvases he had lined up. “It’s art, Jungkook.”
“Staying in your studio in protest to your wedding isn’t art,” Yoongi said. “You need to call Jimin back, Taehyung, the poor guy has been calling your studio nonstop for the past week.”
Taehyung looked down at his hands, picking at the dried paint. “I can’t marry him.”
Jungkook looked at Yoongi, then back at Taehyung. “I thought you liked Jimin.”
“I can’t marry my friend, Gukkie,” Taehyung looked at Jungkook. “Please try to understand where I’m coming from. My family is forcing me to marry someone who I could never love. Skipping out on this marriage is the only way to protest.”
Yoongi sighed. “Come one,” Yoongi grabbed Jungkook’s arm. “There’s no reason with him.”
Jungkook bit his lip, looking at Yoongi then at Taehyung. “Hyung,” Jungkook said. “I saw you with Jimin before the engagement. You two had chemistry, your parents probably saw it too, and decided to marry you together. And you don’t know if you could ever love Jimin, not unless you try. You’re always telling us to never quit before trying, why aren’t you listening to your own advice?”
Taehyung looked up at Jungkook, smiling softly. “Min Yoongi, get that man out of here before my heart flutters.”
Yoongi grinned at Taehyung, pulling Jungkook with him. “Come on, Guk.”
Taehyung sighed, leaning back against the chair. He supposes he has been acting a little immature with the situation. It wasn’t like Jimin wasn’t going through the same thing. Taehyung slid his thumb along the bristles of his paintbrush, too into his thoughts that he didn’t hear someone come in.
“These are beautiful.” Taehyung looked up to find Jimin staring at the art on the wall. “Did you students paint these?”
Taehyung got up from the chair, humming. “The girl that shouted at you, Soojin, she painted that one.”
Jimin turned to the bright red waterfall, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t,” Jimin whispered. “I don’t get it.”
“Trust me, no one does,” Taehyung chuckled. “But that’s the beauty of art. It’s open to many interpretations.”
Jimin looked at Taehyung, their faces a couple inches apart. Taehyung swallowed nervously, stepping back slightly. “What do you interpret it as?”
“To me,” Taehyung glanced back at the red waterfall. The top of the waterfall had floral detailing while at the bottom of the waterfall there was nothing but dried flowers. “I think she wants us to believe that the surface is beautiful while the interior is rotten. She comes from a terrible family, so I think she saw right through their pretty facade.”
Jimin chuckled. “That’s very introspective of her,” he looked at the painting a little closer. “I didn’t think she was this talented from the way she spoke about painting.”
“She’s a very complicated young child but she has potential,” Taehyung said. “I’ve been trying to figure out her home situation but as you know, these sorts of things are very complicated and messy.”
Jimin turned to look at Taehyung. “I’ve been calling,” he said, his gaze lowering. “I know our situation isn’t ideal but I don’t appreciate you leaving me to deal with all of this on my own.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung started but Jimin shook his head.
“You’ve made me wait years to say this,” Jimin lifted his head. “Let me say this.”
Taehyung nodded, feeling his throat tightening at the sight of Jimin’s eyes watering. Jimin sniffled, looking away as he wiped his eyes.
“You were my best friend, Taehyung. When I figured out that you were the Kim Taehyung that I was to marry, I felt happy. I get to marry my best friend, I foolishly thought. Even if this was a terrible position to be a part of, I thought I could rely on my best friend.” Jimin said. “But you weren’t there and at first I didn’t blame you but then you turned all of this to me. I don’t care if we get married or not, you had no right to make me deal with all of this.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said. “I panicked.”
“You should’ve come to me,” Jimin said. “Aren’t I your friend? Don’t you think I was panicking too? Didn’t you think that I,” Jimin sighed. “Look, whatever happened, happened. I’m here to tell you the answers to the questions you wouldn’t answer.”
“Jimin.”
Jimin sniffled, taking out a tan paper from his pocket. With shaking hands, Jimin unwrapped the paper. “You’ll invite Jungkook and Yoongi, no one else. You’re to rent a classic black tux with a red tie.” Taehyung felt his eyes watering, hearing as Jimin’s voice trembled. “Your best man is Yoongi, I would’ve chosen Jungkook but Yoongi is much better with words. Our wedding won’t be broadcasted because this is embarrassing enough. Your parents were already invited and will sit separately.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung tried again.
Jimin ignored him, wiping away his tears as he let out a sigh. “I tried contacting your siblings but they didn’t reply in time. Yoongi will do his best man speech after dinner.” Jimin looked up from the paper. “All I need, the only question that I need you to answer is, what flowers are you allergic to?”
Taehyung chuckled softly, stepping closer to Jimin, pressing his lips against Jimin’s. Jimin tensed up before relaxing, leaning more into Taehyung. They kissed slowly, Jimin’s shaking hands wrapping around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him closer. Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hips, pressing their bodies together.
“Wait,” Jimin quickly pulled away. “That’s not, we shouldn’t do this.”
Taehyung looked down at Jimin, finding his blushing cheeks quite adorable. Maybe the general public was right, Jimin was a pretty prince. And oh, yeah, Taehyung definitely liked Jimin. He liked kissing him, he liked holding him like this, he liked seeing JImin blushing red.
Fuck, why couldn’t Taehyung go back in time? Back to when their parents announced their engagement, back to when Taehyung made Jimin deal with everything, back to when Taehyung tried everything to forget his developing crush on Jimin.
“Jimin,” Taehyung said, the smaller one meeting his gaze. “I have to confess something.”
Jimin looked away. “I don’t want to hear it.” He covered his ears, making Taehyung chuckle at him. “I don’t want to hear your late confession, I refuse to hear it.” He looked back at Taehyung, frowning up at him. “You had years to confess and you didn’t.”
“Jimin.”
“No!” Jimin squeaked, running out of Taehyung’s grip. Taehyung watched as Jimin tried to make a run for the other side of the studio.
“Jimin, come on,” Taehyung chased the smaller one around. “Please let me say it!”
Jimin shook his head. “No! You had years!” Jimin turned, grabbing a paintbrush and flicking paint onto Taehyung. “Years, Taehyung! I don’t want to hear that bullshit a week before our wedding!”
“Jimin, it’s not like I planned this!” Taehyung winced as Jimin continued to flick paint towards him. He sighed, grabbing his own paintbrush and flickering paint onto Jimin’s white shirt.
Jimin gasped. “This is designer!”
“Well what about you!” Taehyung shouted. “You had years to confess to me! Why didn’t you?”
Jimin frowned at Taehyung, sticking his hands into a paint bucket, and running towards Taehyung. He smeared Taehyung’s shirt with paint. “Because you pulled away before I could!” Jimin shouted back.
“Oh, my mistake, Pretty Prince,” Taehyung slid the paintbrush down Jimin’s shirt, making the smaller one gasp loudly. “Sorry we don’t all listen to our daddy’s.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, you wish!”
“Paint Addict!”
“Daddy Ass Kisser!”
“Wannabe Deep Thinker!”
“Stuck Up Cry Baby!”
Jimin gasped, about to throw Taehyung a paint can, but Taehyung shoved it away. Instead, Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s collar, pulling him into another kiss. Jimin made a move to pull away but decided to kiss Taehyung back instead.
The two walked backwards until Jimin’s back hit the counter, a couple paintings bumping against the wall. Taehyung lifted Jimin up on the counter, mouth moving from Jimin’s to his neck. His teeth bit down on Jimin’s neck, making the smaller one moan softly, legs wrapping themselves around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Let me say it,” Taehyung whispered into Jimin’s ear, his hands falling to grope Jimin’s ass, squeezing tightly, making Jimin arch his back.
“Fuck,” Jimin panted as Taehyung squeezed harder, his tongue lapping over the bite marks that Taehyung had left. “You.”
Taehyung growled, lifting Jimin from the counter, and pushing him up against the wall. The two men panted as one of Taehyung’s hands quickly undid Jimin’s jeans, the smaller one looking at him with a glare in his gaze. “You’re so fucking annoying,” Taehyung said, finally able to pull down his jeans. “Always so fucking perfect.”
Jimin threw his head back with a loud moan, Taehyung wrapping his hand around Jimin’s length. “Ah,” Jimin whimpered, Taeyung moved his hand up and down fast.
“Always listening to whatever he’s told,” Taehyung went back to Jimin’s neck, biting hard on the skin. He felt dizzy with arousal, wanting to keep hearing those pretty and delicate sounds from Jimin. They sounded like art, like music. They sounded like a perfect mixture of both.
Jimin’s body was contracting under Taehyung’s warmth and he loved it. He loved hearing the pants from the other man. Jimin’s nails clawed at Taehyung’s back, back arching as he quickly reached his climax.
“Please,” Jimin whispered, Taehyung pulling away slightly, their faces just a few inches away. Taehyung loved the view. Jimin’s lips were red and swollen, cheeks were pink, his chest was moving fast. This is art, Taehyung thought. “Please.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Only if you let me say it.”
Jimin looked at Taehyung, his eyes watering as he shook his head. “It’s too late,” he whispered. “I don’t,” Jimin looked away. “I don’t want to hear you reject me. So please, let me have this night.”
Taehyung laughed, making Jimin look at him. “Idiot, who says I’m rejecting you?” Taehyung flicked Jimin’s nose. “I like you, Jimin. I always have.”
“So why didn’t,” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “Why did you make it seem like you didn’t want to marry me?”
“Because I don’t Jimin, I barely know you,” Taehyung explained. “I barely know what you’re like as a lover. I wanted to marry you on my terms.”
Jimin hummed. “I don’t know what to say. Do we,” Jimin looked down. “Should we talk about this?”
Taehyung smiled, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s lips. “Let’s talk.”
“Right there,” Jimin moaned as he bounced up and down Taehyung’s fingers, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck, yes, right there.”
Taehyung watched Jimin coming undone, the perfect and stuck up part of him was now submissive under his touch. Jimin looked so beautiful like this, so breathtaking. Taehyung wondered how he would ever go a day without seeing this piece of art in front of him.
“More,” Jimin grinned up at him, pressing their lips together. “I want more, please, give me more.”
Taehyung scoffed, even like this, he was still a pretty brat. “Whatever my baby wants,” Taehyung said, inserting a fourth finger, letting out a shaky breath as Jimin let out a louder moan, filling up the entire studio. Taehyung’s fingers went in and out of his hole, stretching him out, just like Jimin liked it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jimin’s nails dug into Taehyung’s back. “Fuck me, please.”
Taehyung shook his head, pulling his fingers out of Jimin with no warning, making the smaller one whimper cutely. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, don’t you think?”
Jimin looked up at Taehyung, biting down on his bottom lip. “What,” Jimin said, looking all blissed and pretty. “What?”
“We’ve been having nonstop sex for almost a week, how are you not tired yet?”
Jimin looked down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t act all cute, what’s turning you on so much?” Taehyung laughed.
Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s hand, lifting it up to their face. “Your hands,” Jimin whispered, eyes darting down at his fingers. “I always wondered what you could do with them and I was right.”
“You were right?”
“You’re really good at fingering,” Jimin grinned, looking back up at Taehyung. “And slapping my ass, gripping my ass, stretching my ass. Just the thought of it,” Jimin let out a soft chuckle. “It turns me on.”
Taehyung swallowed nervously, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “Were you,” he cleared his throat. “I don’t remember you being this blunt.”
Jimin smiled, lifting his head and taking two of Taehyung’s fingers into his mouth. He slowly moved his head up and down, tongue wrapping around Taehyung’s fingers, sucking on them. Taehyung blinked, completely aroused with the visual in front of him.
Maybe marrying Pretty Prince won’t be so bad.
Jimin glanced at Taehyung, who was already looking at him. “We’re going to get into so much trouble.”
“They can’t do anything,” Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jimin. “Just think of it like an early honeymoon.”
Jimin smiled at him. “We need to get married for that to happen.”
“And we will,” Taehyung said. “Eventually, for now, let’s just enjoy Paris.”
Jimin shook his head, looking back out at the view from their room. He turned to Taehyung. “Taehyung?”
“Yeah?”
“Je pense que je pourrais t'aimer.”