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When Taehyung opens the door, he barely has the time to smile at his boyfriend before he finds himself with an armful of buoyant, vibrant, sunny man. He grunts slightly as Jimin jumps into his arms but, by now, he’s used to his boyfriend bowling him over any chance he gets. He takes a firm grasp of his upper thighs, hands dangerously close to his favourite place on earth and straightens his own spine while Jimin wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist.
Jimin who, for his part, has looped his arms securely around Taehyung's shoulders and busies himself peppering his face with sticky kisses. Taehyung is grinning so hard, Jimin ends up mostly kissing his teeth.
"Hello, baby," he says quietly when Jimin buries his face in the crook of his neck. "If this is what I get after two days of not sleeping over, I might stay away more often," he teases.
Jimin tightens his arms around him and bites his neck in retaliation. Taehyung hisses and smacks his ass in reply.
"Don't you dare. I know this is going to sound dramatic but two days is the most i can bare without seeing your dumb face," Jimin leans back to look down at him. His gaze is so soft, so affectionate, Taehyung can barely withstand it. "There he is," Jimin says quietly, bringing one of his hands to cup his cheek before leaning down and giving him a proper kiss. Sweet and deep, his tongue stroking lovingly into Taehyung's mouth.
He sighs into it and shifts until he can push Jimin against the nearest wall. Jimin laughs into his mouth and rakes his hands through Taehyung’s hair before tightening his small fists into his unruly mane of curls and bringing him down for a knee-buckling kiss. Taehyung shivers and all but melts into him.
There's something utterly disarming and overwhelming about the way Jimin kisses. He tastes so light is the thing. His lips are so soft and warm no matter when Taehyung kisses him but that's not it. Not all of it, at least. Jimin kisses like he is making a promise with every brush of his lips, like every little nibble is an unspoken I love you , like every sweep of his tongue is a flame waiting to be fanned.
"What do you say we baptise hyung's wall and you let me fuck you right here, right now," Jimin pulls back long enough to suggest, before swooping down and licking a fat stripe up Taehyung's neck.
Taehyung groans. "Fuck. You're so hot," he says before leaning down to softly bite Jimin's bottom lip. "And, honestly, I would love nothing more than to paint Seokjin's wall white but I have drawn a bath for us." He takes a look sideways and adds, "Also the door is still open and your bag is still out there," he points out.
Jimin shrugs nuzzling behind Taehyung's ear. "I can be quick," he promises, leering up at him, hands travelling under Taehyung’s top and tracing his skin teasingly close to his underwear. To add to Taehyung’s torment, Jimin drags his teeth down his earlobe. Taehyung's hands flex, fingers digging into his jean clad ass.
"Tempting. Really fucking tempting but I underestimated how long it would take for you to get here and if we wait any longer, the bath will turn cold," he explains with a placating kiss. "I've been thinking about you all wet and warm in Seokjin hyung's giant bathtub all day and if you deprive me of that... I will cry," he says with a shit eating grin.
Jimin's head touches the wall behind him as a soft blush travels up his face. Taehyung's delight could light up the whole apartment. It's a big apartment.
"Since you're being you , fine," Jimin says with as much dignity as his kiss-red lips, disheveled hair and blushing cheeks will allow.
"Being me?"
"Yeah, you. Cute and horny and lovely. The usual triple threat. Ugh, it's really awful but I actually missed you like mad these last two days," he says, lips pursed with annoyance.
Taehyung doesn’t do this often, apartment sitting for his cousin Seokjin. Not since university at least. Even though Seokjin is a businessman who travels fairly often, his fiancé Jungkook doesn’t usually travel with him. However, the couple got engaged a couple of months ago and they’ve had a hard time being away from each other. It’s both cute and nauseating. Taehyung offered to look after the place for the week while they’re in Japan together. Jimin has been on call at the hospital for two days and hadn’t been able to join him until now.
Taehyung curls into his boyfriend, hiding his flushed cheeks into his sweaty neck. He's still wearing his winter coat and he's not so much warm as he is hot but Taehyung doesn't care. Taehyung, in fact, loves it.
Taehyung loves him.
"Well, you're officially free of work for the next three days. I'm all yours baby!" He kisses his neck before guiding his legs back down. When Jimin's feet touch the ground, he sighs.
"Okay but you're not allowed to be more than one feet away from me at all times," he counters. "I should be able to touch you in case of emergency." He illustrates his point as he clings to Taehyung’s t-shirt while he retrieves Jimin’s bag from the hallway and closes the door.
“Emergency?” Taehyung quirks an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Emergency, like I want to kiss you and you’re not close enough for me to do that.” The duh is implied.
Taehyung rolls his eyes and laces their fingers together. He leads them down Seokjin's spacious hallways, down to the luxurious bathroom at the end of it. "God, I was the drama major and yet you're the dramatic one."
Jimin stops dead in his tracks at that. "Excuse me, do you want me to pull out our text conversation from the past five hours alone?"
Taehyung laughs. "I am nothing if not the poster child for decorum. Fitzwilliam Darcy himself would be proud," he replies, nose in the air.
"I'm sorry, in which part of Pride and Prejudice did Darcy threaten to cut off the city's power if Elizabeth was stopped at another traffic light?" Jimin arches a perfect eyebrow and it is really terrible that Taehyung's first thought is: hm, kiss! kiss it! kiss that perfectly judgemental eyebrow!!
So he does and Jimin pretends he doesn't love it but his lips twitch.
"Ah, Jimin-ah, you fool. There were no traffic lights in that book," he tsks and resumes leading them to the bathroom. "Honestly, what would you do without me?"
"I would be subjected to a lot less ridiculous conversations like this one," Jimin shoots but squeezes Taehyung's hand, softening the blow.
Taehyung grins over at him. "And imagine how tedious and boring your life would be then. I mean, I'm practically a hero," he says. “I’m basically saving you from dying of boredom with my infinite wit and my amazing stroke game,” he adds, pushing the bathroom door open. The scent of roses envelops them, sensual and tart. Taehyung takes a deep breath, feeling his muscles preemptively relax. He puts Jimin’s bag on one of the counters and searches through it to find his toiletries.
"Holy shit," Jimin breathes as he takes in the bathroom, his retort to Taehyung’s quip dying on his lips.
"I know," Taehyung nods gravelly. It is a beautiful display of wealth. Everything seems to be shining, everything is both big and delicate. Every inch of this bathroom is made to make its occupant feel special. The first time Taehyung stayed over, not even twenty yet, he barely left his room, afraid that he would break something. Thankfully, Seokjin is the chillest and kindest of his cousins and he's always made a point to make his home welcoming for Taehyung. He even offered Taehyung an outrageous sum of money to house sit the 1st time he asked a few years back but Taehyung refused. He's had a job and he was careful with his money so he was rarely ever short on cash; and anyways Seokjin is family.
This is Jimin's first time here however and Taehyung gives him two minutes to take everything in before starting to disrobe him.
"Huh," Jimin says as his coat touches the floor and Taehyung slithers his hands under his soft woolen baby blue shirt. "Maybe I seduced the wrong Kim," he says and Taehyung stops moving. He stares down at him with what he hopes is an incredulous expression.
"One, it is hilarious that you think you seduced me ," he says before pulling Jimin's shirt over his head and letting it join his coat.
"Hey!" Jimin protests. Taehyung ignores him in favour of flatting his now lionesque hair. "I did seduce you. You're here now! Fully seduced!"
Taehyung leans down and kisses his cheek. "Honey, I love you. Very much but if I'd waited for you to put the moves on, we'd still be sporting blue balls," he says, lips still close to Jimin's. His boyfriend makes a noise that might be proof of his annoyance but he still pushes to his tiptoes to kiss him back. "And second," Taehyung says as he pulls back and focuses on Jimin's belt. "Jungkook would probably make your life miserable if you ever even hinted at going after his fiancé."
Jimin's belt makes a loud noise as it joins the rest of his attire on the floor. His eyes widen as he thinks that through. "Hm, maybe money isn't worth my life," he amends.
Taehyung takes off his own t-shirt and shakes off his hair off his face. Jimin reaches for his bare chest and gently glides his hands over his pecs, gaze intent and dark. Heat spikes through Taehyung.
He quirks an eyebrow as he smirks down at Jimin. "Oh, suddenly I'm the right Kim, huh?"
Jimin smiles, humming as he brings himself closer. "Finally caught up to the fact that I'm only in this for your body?"
"It is a burden being this pretty," Taehyung sighs but Jimin pulls him down for such a tender kiss, that Taehyung's amusement fades behind the pitter patter of his heart. When Jimin pulls back, Taehyung chases after his mouth and Jimin laughs, pleased. He allows himself to be pulled into another kiss before he leans away, hands cradling Taehyung's face.
"You're okay," he quips but his eyes shine.
"You're so romantic," Taehyung smiles before detangling himself away from him.
They finish getting undressed together and Taehyung goes to the gigantic tub to check the temperature of the water. It's still wonderfully warm. There's a glass of wine on one side and a can of coke on the other because Taehyung is a planner and an excellent boyfriend. He slides into the bath on the coke side and sighs as shivers wrack his frame. He rolls his neck, eyes closed before he turns to stare at his naked boyfriend.
Jimin's body is like one of those theorems Taehyung used to agonise over in school: all hard lines, curves, power and soft hidden parts. Taehyung has spent so much of his time using his hands and his lips as geometry tools, trying to make sense of it all and map out every inch of him, playing connect the dots between Jimin’s beauty marks with his tongue and teeth. He wanted so badly to understand the secret between their chemistry. In the end, he stopped trying to make sense of it and let himself be swept away by Jimin. Sometimes, there were things in life that didn’t need to be explained to be valuable and good.
Jimin watches him, eyes dark and lips pulled into a tantalising smile. It's been a little over a year since their first date, their first kiss, the first time they held hands, cheeks flushed, shy and excited all at once. Taehyung still loses his breath under those eyes.
"Enjoying yourself?" he teases, bringing his bag of toiletries with him as he comes closer to the tub.
"Heaven. This is heaven," Taehyung says as Jimin gracefully steps in the bath. He leans against the tub, head thrown back as he moans. Taehyung watches the artful arch of his neck and feels heat pool at the base of his spine as he imagines leaving purple stars on the expanse of skin.
They're facing each other, and the tub is large enough to accommodate the both of them but their feet still find each other under the sudsy water. Taehyung grins, pushing his big toe into the softest part of Jimin's foot, like he does every night they sleep together and Jimin sighs, relaxing further, body sagging into the water.
"How was your day, sweetheart?" Taehyung asks.
Jimin plays with bubbles, scooping a small cloud in his hands and blowing them, smiling when one of the bubbles travels to Taehyung's side. "I had a patient tell me I looked like a flower, today," he grins, hands disappearing under the bubbles again. Taehyung laughs. Jimin is in his second year of residency and his current rotation is taking place in the pediatric ward.
"How old were they?"
"Four," Jimin holds up five fingers with a very serious expression on his face, imitating the kid in question like he does often. "He was absolutely adorable. Every day I think to myself, I have no idea what I'll specialise in and then I get to that ward and," Jimin sighs, his face turning really serious this time. "Taehyung, these kids," he says and there's something both wonderful and heart-wrenching about the look he gives Taehyung now. Taehyung, leans forward, moves a bit closer and wraps his hands around one of Jimin's ankles. Jimin smiles at him, face softening. "I don't know. I still have time to make a choice but," he doesn't finish and he doesn't need to.
Taehyung understands.
He looks at him for a moment, imagining Dr Park, taking care of kids, helping them grow healthy, saving their lives. It fits so well, Taehyung's heart aches tenderly just at the thought of it.
"You would be perfect," he says, squeezing his ankle.
Jimin blushes and hides his pleased smile behind his hand. "You're biased."
"You're adorable," Taehyung replies, letting his hand travel further up. His nail drag over bristles and he quirks an eyebrow in question.
"I shaved before ballet practice," Jimin shrugs. Because his boyfriend works ridiculous hours but he still finds the time to practice his dancing.
Taehyung gasps. "Without me?"
"Well, you were busy," Jimin gestures around to indicate Taehyung's current obligations. "And you know how much I hate wearing tights with hairy legs."
Taehyung pouts. "I can't believe you would deprive me of my only joy in life."
Jimin rolls his eyes as he reaches for his toiletries bag and takes out a razor and shaving cream. "Suit yourself," he says, throwing them at Taehyung who catches them easily.
They don't do this often because they don't live together and while Taehyung has a bathtub, contrarily to Jimin, they spend most of their time together at Jimin's place because it's closer to the center of the city. The few times he helped Jimin shave his legs, however, the bathtub was smaller than this one and so the positioning was different.
Now, Taehyung simply slides closer, making the water woosh around them. He lifts Jimin's ankle out of the water before hooking it over his shoulder. Jimin sends him a saucy smile and Taehyung kisses his calf. "All in due time, baby," he says. He then uncaps the lavender scented shaving cream and shakes the bottle a few times before drawing a soapy line over Jimin's leg. He starts with the front of the calf, spreading the product over Jimin's prickly (yet still soft) skin. He rinses his fingers in the tub and grabs the razor. Wilkinson for Women really are the best, Taehyung's armpits can attest to that.
Head tilted sideways and lips pursed in concentration, he starts the process. He gently drags the razor across Jimin's skin. There's something cathartic and intimate about doing this for him. Maybe even more intimate than having Jimin’s dick inside him. He goes slow, enjoying the quiet. He kisses patches of clear skin as they appear and his heart pounds a bit louder every time Jimin sighs after a brush of lips on his bare skin.
It doesn't take very long for that portion to be done, and soon Taehyung finds himself facing a peculiar predicament. He unhooks Jimin's ankle from his shoulder and tries to find an efficient way to shave the back of his calves.Without a word, Jimin solves the problem for him by lifting his leg, up, up, up.
Taehyung's breath flutters in his throat. He looks down at Jimin who is grinning cheekily at him.
"Show off," he says and Jimin's cheeks dimple happily.
"Hey, I didn't bust my ass for twelve years taking dance lessons for my skills to go to waste," Jimin quips, leaning his head against the edge of the tub and reaching for his glass of wine. He takes a sip of chardonnay, eyes intent on Taehyung who is now sitting on his knees and applying cream to the back of his leg.
"I'll be quick," he says but Jimin just hums.
Heat crawls up his spine and diffuses in his bloodstream, making him aware of every inch of Jimin. This isn't a new feeling but the thrill of having him near, touching him, taking care of him, loving him, never loses its novelty. Taehyung worries sometimes that it might. He lays in bed, watching Jimin sleep and his heart feels wonderfully bruised and heavy. He wonders, aching in a strange new way, if he could ever move on from loving him. He wonders, if push comes to shove, if things turn sour, if that spark burns out and expires, will he still be the same? Could he ever feel this way about anyone else.
Then, every day, the sun rises and Jimin rolls over in bed, shoves his nose in Taehyung's neck and inhales deeply. Taehyung's doubts dissipate as swiftly as they came and he drowns in the sincerity of Jimin's raspy voice as he whispers, "Morning, love."
Taehyung is Jimin's love and it is scary because it feels monumental -
every time, all the time, every kiss, every look, it all feels like walking on the sun
-but it's also the greatest feeling in the world.
"Where did you go?" Jimin pulls him out of his thoughts. Taehyung shakes his head and looks down at him again, surrounded by bubbles, glass of wine cradled in small hands and an unfair amount of love in his eyes. Something lurches in Taehyung's chest, he feels it inside of him, like a shift, like a fracture, like relief. He gently pulls Jimin's foot down and slowly falls into him, hands bracketing his hips. Jimin's breath hitches when Taehyung kisses him.
The angle is a bit awkward, Jimin's leg is draped over Taehyung's lower back and he's still holding his glass of wine but his mouth opens for Taehyung's tongue like the heart of a flower offering its nectar to a bee. He brings one of his hands to Taehyung's nape, tilts his head to deepen the kiss and hums happily when Taehyung follows his rhythm.
He lets his weight press Jimin down and when their wet dicks brush against each other, Jimin gasps and rolls his hips.
"Hello, sir," he teases when they pull back, breathless and wanting.
Taehyung laughs and kisses him one more time, fast and hard before pulling back. His cock fattened up but he ignores it and goes back to Jimin's legs.
"Rude," Jimin complains and puts his now half empty glass on the edge of the tub. "It's been two whole days, Tae," he pouts.
Taehyung ignores him and takes hold of his other ankle. When it emerges out of the water, Taehytung notices that his toes have gone all pruney, now. He can't help it, he coos. His boyfriend is cute, literally from head to toe. He kisses his pink, frippy toes and Jimin giggles, hiding his face behind his hands, embarrassed and pleased in equal measure.
Terrible, really, but the sound of his delightfully shy giggles makes Taehyung's dick twitch. He ignores it and sets to work on the other leg. He doesn't want this to end so he goes even slower than he did with the first leg. The kisses he leaves on Jimin's smooth skin linger and he even tongues at the back of his knee, revelling in the shivers that wrack through Jimin's frame. By the time he finishes, Jimin's eyes are dark with desire and his dick fully hard.
"Taehyungie," he sighs. A plea. Taehyung is powerless to resist. He slides back down, takes a deep breath and goes under, wrapping his lips around the tip of Jimin's cock. He can't hear Jimin but he can feel his entire body freeze. Taehyung smiles and goes further down. He goes down slowly, enjoying the velvety weight on his tongue and sucks hard as he goes up. He pops out of the water, a hand fisted around the base of Jimin's cock.
Jimin is watching him, eyes wide, mouth open, dazed expression merging beautifully with the flush on his cheeks.
"Are you insane?"
"I have a very good lung capacity," Taehyung reminds him with a wink, hand working Jimin. When he thumbs at the slit and twists his wrist just right, Jimin rolls his eyes in pleasure.
Taehyung goes back to work. Thankfully, Jimin helps. He locks his abs, lifts his hips up, knees locked against Taehyung’s ribs, which allows Taehyung to breathe every time his mouth slides up Jimin's length. He pauses every few stokes, tonguing at the slit and suckling on the head. Jimin's moans are echoing around the large bathroom, filthy and enchanting all at once. Taehyung thinks that's how sirens must have sounded and why so many men were lost at sea. Jimin is trembling all over, chest and abs glistening with water and sweat, bubbles dripping off his hips. And yet he doesn't unclench, not even in the throws of passion, he holds on.
Taehyung thinks he'll never forget the sight as long as he'll live.
"Mhm, god, fuck, yes," Jimin rambles when the head of his cock touches the back of Taehyung’s throat. Taehyung stops moving, nose underwater buried in Jimin's dark curls, mouth full and heart beating like a wild stampede. He wraps his lips firmly around the base and stays there for a few moments, enjoying the way Jimin's hands curls around his hair, keeping him steady. He pulls back when his lungs start to burn and Jimin's hand softens in his hair, falling down to cup his neck.
"Sweetheart," he gasps, gaze hazy. "Fuck, Taehyung," he swallows harshly.
Taehyung grins, jaw starting to ache a bit but he moves past it easily and wraps his lips around Jimin again. Usually, he can judge how close Jimin is by how much he's leaking but in water it's harder to tell.
"Are you close?" he asks when he reemerges after a few slow bobs of his head.
"Ngh," Jimin replies with a nod.
Taehyung lets go of his hips and Jimin’s body loosens, ass falling back to the bottom of the tub. Taehyung adjusts his position, lies flat on top of his legs and goes underwater. He looks at Jimin's hard cock. Pink and thick and pretty. Ripe and tangy, ready to find release in Taehyung's mouth. So he closes his eyes and swallows his length. He curls his tongue around his length and sucks hard.
Jimin comes before Taehyung realises it's happening. He pulls his head out of the water in surprise, mouth gaping open. Some of Jimin’s release ends up shooting up his nose and he chokes. There's a suspended moment where a still orgasming Jimin watches in horror as Taehyung's nose fills with jizz and then, dick softening in Taehyung's grasp, Jimin bursts out laughing.
"Aw, baby," he giggles as he straightens up and moves towards Taehyung. His fingers wipe the mess on his face, laughter still singing between them. Taehyung's eyes are watering and his nose stings but he grins. He shakes his head and flutters his eyelids until the sting disappears. When he opens them Jimin is looking at him with so much affection that Taehyung melts. Jimin cups his face and pulls him down for a soft kiss.
"I ," a kiss to his nose, "love," a kiss to his forehead, "you," he finishes with a lingering kiss to Taehyung's lips. Taehyung smiles, warmth flutters in his chest like petals drifting in the spring wind. He wraps his arms around Jimin's waist and shifts until they're comfortably sitting; Jimin in his lap with his legs wrapped around Taehyung's waist and Taehyung leaning against the tub. His own dick is still hard and yearning but he ignores it.
Jimin quirks an eyebrow and Taehyung shakes his head. Jimin nods, smiling. He knows Taehyung likes this, the feeling of wanting, desire pulsing through every nerve ending, keeping himself on the edge but waiting to jump over it. Jimin rolls his hips and laughs like a little shit when Taehyung's next breath is punched out of him.
"Stop being mean and shampoo my hair," Taehyung demands.
"Alright, you big baby," Jimin grins. He leans across Taehyung to grab his bottle of shampoo.
"How was your day?" he asks, squirting a big dollop of product in the palm of his hand.
Taehyung is an illustrator which means most of his work can be done from home which is why he so readily offered to help Seokjin out.
"I sent the author the new pages I've drawn last week and she was happy with the result," he shrugs. Jimin works the product through his curl and smiles down at him, shifting closer, pressing their hips together. Taehyung tries to swallow a groan but it is ripped out of his throat when Jimin kisses him.
"That's wonderful. What else?" Jimin prompts after a toe curling kiss.
"Hm. I went for a long walk with Yeontan this morning. The park was mostly empty and he got to run around after squirrels to his little heart’s content" he adds, smiling.
Jimin kisses his nose, encouragingly. This is something he's always done; Jimin has always made Taehyung feel like his words were welcome and dear. Never pushy but always ready to listen. "He's here somewhere, probably napping on Seokjin's bed because he's a rebel."
Jimin laughs and kisses him again. "Like father, like son."
Taehyung chuckles. The water is cooling down now but he's so warm he could stay in this bath with his love until it turned to ice and he wouldn't even notice. "You'll be pleased to know that I finally worked on replying to my emails," he adds and Jimin nods.
"Such a good boy," Jimin teases before kissing both his cheeks.
His fingers work slowly and gently over Taehyung's head, massaging his scalp and making Taehyung all but melt.
"This is amazing," he sighs as Jimin's fingers gently knead the back of his neck.
"Your hair has gotten so long," Jimin replies appreciatively. "It's hot," he adds, fisting a handful of hair in both hands and pulling until Taehyung's neck is bared for him. He kisses his Adam's apple gently once before letting go.
Taehyung watches him; this beautiful, smart, kind man. This man who charmed him so easily, with a smile always flirting at the edge of his lips, like an ever present gift waiting to be bestowed on anyone who might need it. This wonderful man with his endless patience and his unshakeable loyalty. This velvet man, made of everything soft in the universe, looking at the world through eyes of steel. This sexy, bendy, teasing man that always knows when Taehyung needs to be touched gently and exactly where to lay his hands to make the white noise of the world quiet down completely. This ridiculous, funny dork of man who makes Taehyung laugh with his entire soul.
His Jimin.
His beloved.
Arousal is still coursing through him, taunting and demanding but Jimin's fingers in his hair and his laughter are a far more scorching delicacy.
He watches him and stops wondering if he'll ever move on. There will be no moving on from this.
Jimin's gaze is focused on the two strands of hair he's currently playing with. His lips are pursed and his pink tongue is playing with the corner of his mouth. Taehyung leans up to kiss it but Jimin isn't distracted. His lips start twitching after a moment and when he leans back to look at his handiwork, he starts giggling. Hard.
"Sweet heart ," he manages to say between fits of laughter, leaning completely against Taehyung as his body curls and curls with the force of it. Taehyung doesn’t know what is happening but he doesn’t really care. It doesn’t matter. Jimin is laughing, naked and warm in his arms.
Taehyung is home.
His heart suddenly feels like a tempest. Shaking, vibrating, loose. It beats and it beats and it beats but it can't find release unless Taehyung speaks. So he does, throat dry and fingers digging in Jimin's waist under the water, overwhelmed but so sure.
"Marry me," he says. It comes out frail but elation swirls in Taehyung's chest, almost too powerful to bear. Jimin freezes. He slowly pulls away from Taehyung and stares at him, unmoving. "Marry me," Taehyung repeats, surer this time.
Jimin blinks, mouth falling open. His breathing increases speed with every intake and Taehyung can feel his hands shaking against the skin of his own chest.
"What?"
Taehyung grins. Happy. Sure. In love. "Marry-," he starts but Jimin interrupts him.
"Don't joke about this!" He snaps, eyes hard now.
Taehyung's smile slips off his face, the sweeping relief of speaking his heart's desire swiftly dampened by reality. They've only been dating for a year. Jimin is still technically in school. They haven't moved in together. They have actually never talked about the future in a concrete way. It's just something that felt... natural. At some point, they've stopped dating and they've simply been together. A couple.
And while Taehyung has been a boyfriend before, while he's been in love before, he's never imagined a future with anyone else. Then Jimin charmed his way into his life and thinking about a future without him felt strange... unrealistic. Scary.
So yes, this might be too soon but it's not completely out of the blue. Not for Taehyung, at least.
"I'm not. I'm serious. Marry me. Be mine, Park Jimin."
Jimin's gaze softens and his mouth opens but words seem to be stuck. He makes several aborted noises but nothing conclusive. He stares at Taehyung, chest still coming up and down fast.
Taehyung wraps his arms more securely around him. Jimin's body relaxes and he brings his hands to cup the side of Taehyung's neck. Together, they're good at fucking around and goofing off, always ready for a laugh or for a quick fuck. They're even good at fighting, always knowing exactly what to say to rile the other up.
But they've been the best at this; listening to each other and being careful with each other's hearts. Gentle and caring with every cut.
"Marry me, Jimin-ah. If you don't say yes, I'll still love you, I'll always love you, is the point. But I'll keep hoping and I'll ask again because I know you love me the same way, the same huge way, I love you and this is where we're heading towards anyways," he takes a deep breath and it comes out like a laugh. "Can you even imagine loving someone else after this? After us?"
There are tears gathering in Jimin's eyes and Taehyung can feel his own throat closing around the onslaught of emotions. He swallows with difficulty and Jimin's thumbs drags across his bobbing Adam's apple; steadying and loving.
"There is no after us , there is only us and forever. Marry me, Jimin-ah because I love you best. Because I cherish you. Because there is no rhyme or reason to anything but when you hold me, everything makes sense. Marry me because two days without you have been torture, so, please don't make me imagine a world where days without you are the norm. Marry me because you're my family, my heart. Marry me because i love your pruny cherry toes more than i love anything else in this world."
Jimin makes a choked up noise so Taehyung leans up and kisses his pursed lips until they soften. "Marry me because I want to tell you about my day every day. Because the sound of your voice is like the North Star, always keeping me steady. Marry me because I would survive without you but, God, I would hate every single moment. Marry me because I love you. Jimin. Jimin-ah. Sweetheart, I love you."
"Fuck," Jimin sobs. There's soap dripping down Taehyung's face and Jimin tries to wipe it off but his own hands are lathered up with shampoo. Taehyung doesn't care. He's crying, too, his heart overflowing with so much hope, he can barely hold himself together.
"Will you?" Tahyung insists, lips trembling.
"What? Now?" Jimin's laughter comes out wet and breathy.
Taehyung grins. "Now, tomorrow, next month? Does it matter? We don't even have to get married. Just say yes and keep me forever."
"Oh god," Jimin says and wraps his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, pulling them as close together as possible. He looks at Taehyung, his eyes tracing the line of Taehyung's face slowly.
"I know you want an answer," Jimin says softly, voice frail, his breath fanning over Taehyung's face. "But I just need a moment to remember you like this. I want this to be my forever."
Taehyung's heart overturns at his words. "Okay," he allows, hands travelling up Jimin's back. Jimin shudders against him. He closes his eyes and more tears fall. Taehyung kisses them away, lips tainted salty with love.
"Okay, baby," Jimin's eyes flutter open. "Let's get married," he grins wide and free and happy at Taehyung.
Taehyung exhales once in relief before crashing their mouths together. Jimin's I love you, too blooms on Taehyung's tongue.
It's alright, they have a lifetime of I love yous ahead of them and Taehyung plans on savouring every single one.
Later, when they are clean and pink with love. After Jimin takes Taehyung's cock in his hand and lets him fuck his fist. When they've towel-dried each other and exchanged more kisses. Later. When Taehyung's heart is still beating too fast. Even after they've had dinner and Jimin has played with Yeontan until he fell asleep. Much, much later. When the dishes are drying on the rack and they pretend to watch a movie for half a minute before they're all over each other again.
Later.
Taehyung lays Jimin on Seokjin's guest room bed and massages his strawberry scented lotion up Jimin's legs.
Jimin groans in appreciation and says, "I cannot believe you asked me to marry you in hyung's bathroom," he comments with a laugh. He looks at Taehyung who blushes. His eyes soften as he asks, "Is this something you've been thinking about?"
Taehyung shrugs. "Yes and no. Not concretely. Like, it wasn't in the plan for today but...," he shrugs again and leans over to kiss Jimin's thigh. "I was not not thinking about it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, every time you kiss me," he stops, feeling suddenly incredibly shy and out of words. How can he explain the layers of his love, every step that got them here, now? He ducks his head and hides his face in Jimin's thighs.
"Yeah," Jimin sighs.
Taehyung looks up, cheeks aflame. "Yeah?"
Jimin smiles at him, tenderness etched on every line of his face. "Every kiss," he confirms. A beautiful smile overtakes his face, sweet and edged with excitement. "Taehyungie. We're going to get married."
Taehyung laughs. "I'm going to be a husband," Taehyung says and then gasps. "Oh, I'm going to be your husband!" He travels up Jimin's body and lies on top of him. "That sounds exactly right."
They look at each other and at the same time, in a perfect imitation of their friend Namjoon they say, "Organic."
They burst out laughing and Jimin wraps himself around Taehyung's frame like a koala bear.
Taehyung buries his nose in his neck and inhales deeply. "I love you, husband-to-be," he whispers. Jimin shifts and tilts his head until he can kiss his cheekbone.
"I love you. Forever."
They fall asleep like that, lulled into a sleep by their soft embrace.