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“So I heard Hoseok is switching suppressants.” Taehyung mumbled, lazily flipping through his pages of half assed-tired scribbles that were supposed to be considered notes. Oh, he certainly made a mistake taking morning classes this semester. To think he could actually get up and make it to class at eight was already asking a lot. And then expecting him to be awake enough to take coherent notes? Taehyung had a miserable, terrible lasp in his judgement here. And now he was suffering.
“Mm.” Jimin hummed in agreement, pushing his rounded glasses further up his nose. A simple action that shouldn’t have made Taehyung smile dumbly, or his heart swoon and yet it did. Everything Jimin did was so cute, so charming. His best friend was hands down effortlessly cute, had been since they were kids and that was something that would never change. “Yeah, he was at the doctor’s last week, ran some tests on why his suppressants haven’t been working.”
“So he’s in preheat? Gukie mentioned him being in preheat so…”
“Expecting his heat this weekend, yeah,” Jimin glanced up from his neat, organized, cute notes. Colored coated, and easily understandable. He pointed at Taehyung’s notebook, tapping the page, “You’ve been flipping between those two pages for ten minutes. Get some work done, Tae.” His voice was firm, strict, Taehyung’s lips pulling into a pout as he glared down at the pages.
There was… a diagram? And sloppy, blotched ink arrows pointing back toward a paragraph at the beginning of the page. He tried deciphering them, running his fingers through his hair as he glanced at the textbook, the chapter that was open corresponded to his notes. Or, it was supposed to. It was gibberish. A different language. Taehyung hated his past self. He got bored quickly, wondering about Hoseok’s preheat. About Namjoon and Jeongguk being there to take care of him.
He pretended to flip through a few pages, scribbled some things on notecards before he glanced shyly at Jimin who was typing away on his Macbook.
“If his heat is this weekend…” Taehyung said carefully, a smile poking through his expression, “Do you wanna stay over mine again? We could rent scary movies and make cheese fries! Maybe do the blanket fort.” Taehyung missed hanging out with Jimin. Usually when Hoseok’s unstable heats made Jimin search for a place to stay he sought out shelter at Taehyung’s. Every heat. It was like tradition. They’d spend the days at his apartment, ate like shit unless Jimin cooked, went to the movies or rented them, played games, and then Taehyung coaxed Jimin into sleeping in bed with him. his breath fanning over the crook of his neck and Jimin’s arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Taehyung slept best with Jimin in bed with him.
He wouldn’t wish such a miserable experience on Hoseok, of course not, he knew it sucked. Taehyung couldn’t use suppressants. He had an allergic reaction to most brands, and the ones he was allergic to were too weak, and didn't work properly. So he knew how much it sucked. Still… he liked having an excuse for Jimin spending even more time with him. He was a selfish best friend, and who could blame him? This was Park Jimin.
And Park Jimin didn’t light up with his usual excitement. No, no. He bit down on his bottom lip and glanced up; hesitant. Guilty even and Taehyung felt a hole start to form in his gut. Disappointment was setting in before Jimin even spoke to him. “Ah, actually I already made plans.” He ran his fingers through his pink colored locks, his tongue swiping at his bottom lip, “Yoongi is taking me to this underground concert thing. We’re gonna spend the weekend with his brother.”
Ah . Min Yoongi. Newest edition to their friend group (thanks to Namjoon) and an annoying asshole for stealing his best friend away. All in all, Yoongi was a sweet guy. A little shy, but Taehyung could relate to that. And he so obviously crushed on Jimin. Smiled at everything he said, stared when Jimin wasn’t looking, had tried to casually ask Taehyung if Jimin was seeing anyone. Taehyung hated him.
Okay… he didn’t hate him but he wanted to. Especially right now.
He missed Jimin. Taehyung was swamped between work and tutoring, and Jimin seemed to live at the dance studio with Hoseok. He couldn’t remember the last time they actually hung out. They studied together, like right now, and got lunch usually once a week. A lunch that was typically crashed by Jeongguk. The moment Taehyung heard about Hoseok’s heat he got his hopes up. Silly him .
“I’m sorry Taetae. We can hang out next weekend.”
Taehyung forced a smile, laughing softly, “No, no! Don’t worry about it… meeting Yoongi’s brother, though, huh? Does it mean this is like… official with you two?”
Jimin tilted his head, gaze shifting away from Taehyung, “Maybe. We didn’t really talk about it. But I mean, I guess we're dating.. been seeing each other for a few weeks now, huh?”
“Two months, almost.” Taehyung supplied, but who was counting. Jimin’s eyes cut back to his and Taehyung blushed, forcing his eyes back down to his notes, “I’m happy for you, though. It sounds like it’s going to be fun! Maybe I’ll see about a study group. We know I need it.” He laughed softly.
Jimin smiled a little, the soft, fond kind Taehyung liked to think was reserved for him, “You’re smart. You just don’t apply yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah. You sound like my eomma.”
“Maybe because your eomma is right .” Jimin laughed, eyes turning into crescents, cheeks glowing as he reached out to ruffle Taehyung’s hair. Tiny fingers carding through his locks, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. Comforting. Like Jimin always was for Taehyung.
Taehyung’s phone vibrated then and he glanced down at it. A girl from class asking about a paper. But Taehyung took the opportunity. He needed it, even if his heart hurt. “Ah. That’s Jin-hyung.” He whined, pouting as Jimin quirked a brow, “He needs me to come in early.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “He needs to hire more people, you have school work. Seems like you’re the only person he relies on.”
Taehyung smirked, “Don’t be jealous , Minie.” He haphazardly shoved his notebooks and textbooks into his bag, “Paycheck is gonna pay off. Worth it all. You’ll see when I’ve got a new jacket you’re begging to borrow.”
“Like I want to wear anything your smelly ass has been in.” Jimin scoffed, but he was smiling at Taehyung.
“You love my scent.” Taehyung said knowingly, and it was Jimin’s turn to blush as Taehyung shrugged his messenger bag onto his shoulder. “I’ll see you Monday, angel. Use protection this weekend, we don’t need mini Minies running around just yet.”
“ Taehyung .” Jimin hissed, swatting at him as Taehyung leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “I hate you .”
“Ow, ow, ow .” Taehyung giggled, pushing back at Jimin’s hands until he was out of reach, giggling to himself, “I love you too!” He called to the other omega as he turned away, Taehyung could practically see the flush on the back of his neck.
He stepped out of the library, texting Seokjin that he was coming in early, getting a thumbs up and kissing face emoji back as a response.
He wasn’t used to running away from Jimin. But the reality was he didn’t want to think about him and Yoongi together.
I guess we’re dating .
What did that even mean? No one should leave Jimin guessing . Taehyung’s best friend was everything anyone could ever want. The entire package. Beta, alpha. They should grovel at Jimin’s feet . If Taehyung was an alpha he would have done it the moment they presented.
But you’re not an alpha. Not even a Beta. Which means you’re not even on his radar . The omega best friend in the romcom movie of life while Min Yoongi sweeps Jimin off his feet.
Taehyung is glad the crosswalk in front of him is red because he needed a minute to breathe, fiddling with the air pod in his ear with a sigh. He knew he couldn’t be with Jimin because they were both omegas. He wasn’t stupid. He didn’t even like Jimin like that. But the thought had crossed his mind a few times, of course. Things with Jimin were effortless . They were friends since before either of them presented. There were a few times Taehyung wondered, how couldn’t he? When Jimin presented as an omega Taehyung spent the next few weeks praying he would be an alpha or a beta. He used to crush on Jimin, back before presenting complicated it all..
Alpha or beta meant Jimin could be his. Meant he at least had some chance. But him presenting as an alpha or a beta would be too convenient. Life wasn’t that kind.
So, he woke up almost two weeks after his birthday slick, and hot, and in the thralls of his heat. His moms were supportive. Always. And Taehyung didn’t find any shame in being an omega, of course not, but he felt as if he’d let Jimin down. He couldn’t be Jimin’s as an omega. But Jimin was still his best friend. Nothing made Taehyung happier than that, even if that meant getting over his little crush. Jimin was his best friend . For over ten years they were connected by the hip.
So, why was he so jealous? Surely he wasn’t not one of those friends . God, he hoped not. The friends who got possessive and couldn’t give freedom to the other person. He loved Jimin, and wanted him to be happy. So something else surely… maybe loneliness.
Hoseok was dating Namjoon and Jeongguk. Jimin was dating Yoongi. So that meant Taehyung had no one. He was bitter, maybe. It would make sense. Having so many happy couples around him made him miserable. That’s why he was jealous. That’s why Jimin’s distance with him hurt so much. Because he wasn’t as happy as they were. Taehyung was in love with love afterall. of course he wanted what everyone else had.
Yes. Of course. That.
That was it.
Work would be a good distraction though. From love and jealousy and his pain. Seokjin would be a good distraction, with his handsome face, pretty lips, and easygoing personality. Seokjin, who was ringing someone out, laugh echoing through the coffee shop as he handed over the change, glancing at Taehyung as he rounded the counter.
The couple stepped away, and Seokjin leaned back, “Any reason you decided to come in early?” He questioned, smirk on his lips.
“Money.” Taehyung answered immediately, but instead of heading into the back for an apron he instead wrapped his arms around Seokjin’s thin waist, hugging him and nuzzling into his chest, “And avoiding responsibilities.” Seokjin scoffed, gently rubbing circles into Taehyung’s back, “And I missed you.”
“Of course you missed me.” Seokjin said matter of factly, “Now get changed and take over for me here. And no cuddling while you’re on shift.”
Taehyung pouted and clinged tighter to his hyung, “But you’re warm.”
“ Professionalism.” Seokjin whined, pushing at Taehyung’s shoulders, “ Later. ” He shooed Taehyung into the back, a smile coming over his face as Seokjin pushed him back, a group of teenagers entering the shop and making their way to the counter. So, Taehyung stepped through the door, mouthing later causing Seokjin to click his tongue before he turned his attention to the group.
Later really was later . Coffee shop closed, and locked securely, and then Seokjin drove Taehyung back to his apartment. And his apartment was mostly dark. Light peeking in from the blinds of his window, the soft, barely audible dialogue of the television. Taehyung wasn’t listening to it, he wasn’t paying attention to how much light was in the room.
He was slick with sweat, thighs trembling as he panted against Seokjin’s neck, burning ache creeping up his spine as Seokjin’s knot swelled. It felt like so long since he was stretched like this. Usually he didn’t meet up like this with Seokjin. They were only together for his heats when he needed the relief, but God, Seokjin was the distraction he needed today. This knot was the perfect solution to clearing his mind. And Seokjin hugging him into his chest was comforting, warm, calming. His scent was soothing, always had been to Taehyung.
But that didn’t stop Taehyung from teasing him, “You always knot so easily.”
“Disrespectful.” Seokjin huffed, but his fingers were tracing along his spine, over the curve of his ass, “You think you would be grateful.”
Taehyung smiled, nosing at Seokjin’s jaw, “I’m just saying.” He liked it, honestly, he did. But he also liked provoking Seokjin. It was too much fun, too easy. And Seokjin was just too cute . “I think it's old age.”
Seokjin’s fingers slipped between his cheeks to nudge at Taehyung’s already stretched hole, making him whimper softly. “Watch it.” He warned, and Taehyung caught his bottom lip between his teeth nodding weakly, too sensitive for the kind of teasing Seokjin was threatening. “Good.” He is hand moved back up to trace his spine. “What made you invite me over today? You’re not in preheat?”
Taehyung had been desperate for a job when he came in for an interview with Seokjin. He needed the money, but he had no experience with working a job before. On top of having his schedule for school a lot of places turned him away, wanting someone who was more reliable. Taehyung had been honest when he told Seokjin he never worked before, worry in his chest as Seokjin lifted a brow. So Taehyung did what every college student in need of money would do.
He begged.
On his knees.
During open hours drawing the attention of customers.
Seokjin had been flushed red as Taehyung pulled on his apron, tears in his eyes. “I’ll do the dishes every night! All the cleaning! I’ll fill in for anyone who calls off and I won’t ever be late or sick!” Taehyung believed to this day he was hired because Seokjin just wanted people to stop staring at them. Pity hire, but, it got money in Taehyung’s bank account.
Seokjin was a good guy. He taught Taehyung all the ropes, helped him when he struggled, and he never yelled when Taehyung screwed something up. He was patient and sweet. And along the way he found out that Taehyung couldn’t be on suppressants. It was a bit embarrassing to tell Seokjin. He needed the days off work because he couldn’t work like that, obviously, but he was terrified of being fired. But Seokjin was kind, and understanding. “Do you have someone to help you?” He asked and Taehyung didn’t. He didn’t even think about that. Asking someone for help. But Seokjin’s question made him wonder.
Two heats later he asked Seokjin for help. By then he knew Seokjin helped a few of his friends through their heats. He trusted him and knew it wasn’t just trying to get his dick wet. Taehyung knew Seokjin genuinely cared about him. But it wasn’t a relationship. Although Seokjin was handsome, kind, and talented, he made it clear he wasn’t looking for a relationship with him. Taehyung could probably fall in love with Seokjin effortlessly, if Seokjin wasn’t looking toward the future. He wanted kids, he wanted a mate, and Taehyung wasn’t ready for any of that. But he still appreciated Seokjin being there for him.
But casual hook ups between them were practically nonexistent. Seokjin and him usually were only intimate for his heats so the question doesn’t offend Taehyung at all. He just sighed, tracing flowers into Seokjin’s chest while they waited for his knot to deflate. “Stress, I guess.” He was honest. And something about Seokjin's presence just made him tell more of his truth, “I was with Jimin before I texted you but… I needed to get out of there.”
“Since when are you running from Jimin?” Seokjin asked, shock present in his tone, “You two are inseperable.”
“Were.” Taehyung corrected, pushing himself back and moaning as Seokjin’s knot shifted. Seokjin hissed, nails digging into his hips. “W-We were. But Jimin’s got a boyfriend now so… I’m lonely.”
Seokjin cooed softly, reaching up to pet his cheek, “Sweetheart.” Taehyung practically purred at the affection, nosing at Seokjin’s palm, “You can always call me if you’re bored, or come down to the shop. We can cook together, or watch movies. Or you can tuck yourself into a booth to work on your studies and hyung will keep you fed all day. You don’t have to be lonely.”
Taehyung smiled down at Seokjin, lifting his hand to lay over his hyung’s, “Thanks. I know I can.. I just don’t want to be a bother.”
“Please. Impossible.” Seokjin smiled, his words sincere. He sat up and puckered his lips. Taehyung got the hint, leaning down to brush his lips over Seokjin’s, smiling to himself. “Do you want me to spend the night?”
Taehyung shook his head, wrapping his arms around Seokjin’s middle, “You’re supposed to open tomorrow and be with the trainee. I don’t want to screw that up. But you can shower with me and tuck me into bed.”
Seokjin laughed softly, nodding in agreement, “You’re such a baby,”
Taehyung blushed, pouting at Seokjin as his hyung just showered him in even more affection.
Seokjin did shower with him, and tuck him in. He sat with him petting his hair until Taehyung’s eyes were drooping and then he took his leave. Taehyung dreamt that Jimin’s fingers were carding through his hair, and he was smiling at him. And it would have been perfect if Jimin wasn’t crying. Beautiful, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Every single time he asked Jimin what was wrong he just looked sadder. He just cried harder.
It was weird to wake up to. Taehyung felt a weight on his chest, pain in his heart. This underlying layer of guilt. He texted Jimin as he poured himself cereal, just wanting to check up on him, his dream left him feeling anxious.
to: minie♡
hi angel :)) i hope you have a good time this weekend!!
if anything happens to you min yoongi is dead
love you xx
from: minie♡
LOL pls don’t kill him
he’s innocent
but thank you, baby. i’ll see you next week
xxx
to: minie♡
i’ll miss you :((((
from: minie♡
miss you always <3
Next week.
That was going to suck. But he had the weekend to focus on. His morning was spent on the couch, watching television and texting his group chat about a study session at his place that night. People started showing up at four, and by six everyone was there. There was more joking, throwing food at each other and laughing then studying, but one of the girls emailed him her notes so Taehyung wasn’t too worried. Taehyung ended up passed out on the couch after everyone left, waking up some time after noon and taking his time reading over the notes he was sent while eating.
He got a shower and went to work, teasing Seokjin relentlessly in between the rush of people. He sent Jimin a text before work but he never got back to him. Taehyung ignored the strange hurt in his chest. Jimin was busy. Concerts, and meeting Yoongi’s brother, and just being out with Yoongi for the first time… he just didn’t have time to answer Taehyung. That was fine. It wasn’t like he was inclined to. Even if Taehyung continuously checked his phone that night and Sunday.
He didn’t hear from Jimin at all Saturday or Sunday, but Jimin was posting on instagram. Selfies, pictures of Yoongi, and the concert. Taehyung wondered if there was something wrong with him . If Jimin was so obviously happy why couldn’t he just be happy for him? Why did he have to be so jealous and miserable? He went to bed wondering about it. Wondering how he could be a better friend, to get over his possessiveness and respect his best friend. But his sleep didn’t last long.
He woke up the sound of his door getting buzzed. Repeatedly. 2:16 in the morning glaring back at him. Taehyung pushed himself up with a groan, grabbing his robe from his computer chair and shrugging it on as he went to his door. “Hello?” He asked, leaned against his wall as he waited to hear who was on the other side.
“ Taetae .” A quiet voice said back, Taehyung’s eyes blinking open, more awake as he recognized them, “Please let me up?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung did so without even thinking, pulling his apartment door open and standing in the doorway as he waited to see Jimin’s form coming up the stairs.
He immediately understood what was going on as Jimin came into view. His cheeks have a pretty flush on them, and his smile when he sees Taehyung is la, lazyx, a sway in his steps. “Tae.” He sang, skipping up to his door and immediately pulling him into a hug. “I missed you.” Jimin was drunk. And a drunk Jimin always clinged to him. So he must have gone out of his way to come find him.
Taehyung was a weak man. So very weak. His arms wrapped around the other omega, squeezing him close. “Hi angel.” He gently rubbed over his back, “You okay?”
Jimin nodded, nosing at Taehyung’s scent gland, making Taehyung’s lashes flutter for a moment before Jimin spoke, “Mhm… just was at the bar for a while. And I realized how much I missed you.” His words were slurred, weight shifting before he just gave up and leaned into Taehyung who supported him with ease.
“You just realized how much you missed me?” Taehyung teased, laughing as Jimin whined against his neck. “C’mon let's go inside.” Jimin nodded, hand staying around Taehyung’s waist as they went back into his apartment. Taehyung locked the door and Jimin’s hand slid to the small of his back.
“Sorry I woke you up.” Jimin mumbled, “But I’m tired too so we can go back to bed.”
Taehyung turned and stared down at him, a small smile on his lips. “Sounds good.” He couldn’t resist the urge of kissing Jimin’s forehead before following him back to his bedroom. Affection between them was something neither of them were shy about. They were always cuddling, kissing, sticking close together. Taehyung was grateful for it. Grateful he didn’t have to feel bad about seeking out affection from Jimin. Jimin would always be there to accept the affection or give it back to Taehyung.
Once they’re back in his room Jimin went for the bathroom and Taehyung threw his robe back over the chair as he settled back into bed with a sigh. He spread his pillows out more and tugged his covers up, lazily watching the bathroom door for Jimin to come back out. It took a while, but when he did it was with a cute little yawn, arms stretching far above his head causing Taehyung to smile. Jimin stopped at the edge of the bed, shoving his jeans down his legs before he crawled into bed.
Taehyung let Jimin curl up against his side, head tucking into the crook of his neck and his arm wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. Taehyung sighed, hugging Jimin as hooked his leg over Taehyung’s hips.
“I missed you too, Jiminie.” He admitted. Jimin sighed, nosing at his scent gland again, kicking up his scent and making him shiver.
“I’m sorry I went out this weekend.” He murmured, grip tightening, “I had fun but… I think I would have more fun if you were there.”
Taehyung let himself smile at that. As if it was some silent victory for him. And maybe it was. It felt good to know Jimin had wanted him there, despite the fact he was with his boyfriend. Yoongi was there and Jimin still wanted Taehyung with him. Maybe he was being jealous for nothing? Jimin would always want him, would always be his best friend.
Taehyung shifted some, nosing at Jimin’s hairline and taking a deep breath of his scent, “Don’t be sorry. Yoongi’s your boyfriend, you have to spend time with him. That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Jimin was quiet for a while. And if Taehyung didn’t know Jimin so well he might think he’s asleep but he does know Jimin. He knows Jimin like the back of his hand. Jimin’s breathing wasn’t deep enough, his fingers were twitching against his waist, his shoulders tense. He wasn’t sleeping, he was just sitting there, awake. Not speaking. And when his lips finally do part he doesn’t say much. A simple, quiet, “Yeah.” Before he was snuggling closer, clearly finished with the conversation.
And Taehyung didn’t push him. He knew when Jimin was done talking and he let Jimin have it. Just breathed through his nose and shut his eyes. The warmth from Jimin’s body lulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep he’d been yearning for. He always slept best with Jimin beside him.
——
It was a party. Last celebration before exams started, stress relief to everyone who had been studying their asses off and needed a breather. Of course, after exams there was going to be more partying, but pre -partying was certainly a welcomed idea. Especially to Taehyung. He needed it. He needed bass booming music, alcohol, and to get his hips moving. Should he be studying? Yes, of course. Did he plan on studying? Later. Tomorrow. The next day, depending on his hangover. He’d already spent the last three days studying. He didn’t eat anything besides pizza and ramen cups. He needed this.
And it wasn’t like he was alone. Hoseok, Namjoon, Jeongguk, and Jimin were all floating around somewhere. Drinking, or hooking up, or maybe dancing. Taehyung wasn’t paying attention right now. He had a pretty alpha pressed against his back, hands on his hips as the both of them swayed to the music. Taehyung's head on the stranger’s shoulder, fingers tangled in his hair. And the man wasn’t shy, his hands roaming over Taehyung’s chest, over his hips, fingers teasingly dipping into his waistband. God, he needed this. Such a good distraction.
“Smell so good .” He alpha purred, lips brushing over his neck, licking, sucking, nipping lightly. Taehyung smirked and gave a teasing tug on the man’s hair, laughing when his grip tightened and he just pressed back into his neck again. This alpha smelled good too. Spicy. Like cinnamon. Strong scent, invading his senses, tickling his insides in a way he wasn’t used to. Familiar, in a way, but also not. He couldn’t place it and he didn’t care.
The alpha’s teeth were grazing over his neck, teasing the idea of a bite but Taehyung was too caught up in his scent, in the music, in the empty bottles and cups he’d already had that night to be alarmed by his actions. Typically he would run at the idea of a stranger's teeth anywhere near his neck but right now he felt too. Drunk on, well, obviously the alcohol, but also the atmosphere. And this alpha was hard to ignore. His scent was addicting, it was making his thigh tremble, slick sliding between his cheeks, his breath coming out heavy.
Something was off though. And the realization struck him so suddenly he felt breathless, but in a terrifying way. He was getting worked up too quickly. He felt weak, hot. Needy and cramped. The alpha’s scent was spiking and his grip was so tight it was suffocating. His teeth biting harder and harder each time his lips dragged over his neck. Taehyung’s heart was racing and his hands reached down, trying to peel at the alpha’s arms. He needed air. He couldn’t breathe with this stranger so close.
“Come on.” He growled, pressing flush against his back,something unpleasant pressing against Taehyung’s thigh, “Be a good omega.”
Taehyung felt tears stinging his eyes. No . He panicked but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead he shivered, felt the wetness between his thighs even though he didn’t want it. His head was getting hazier, cloudy, and dizzy. “I-I—” He struggled, his voice so tense . So unlike him.
“Back the fuck off.” Taehyung heard the voice before his arm was grabbed. Relief flooded his system as the alpha loosened his grip and Taehyung stumbled away instantly. Tears fell from his eyes as he escaped into Jimin’s arms, clinging to him, hiding his face in his neck. Jimin hugged him immediately, his grip tight, but safe. Not suffocating him like the alphas was.
“The fuck is this?” The alpha scoffed, Taehyung too scared to look back for his reaction but he sounded angry. His scent was so strong it was intimidating, “No need to be jealous. I can handle both of you.”
Taehyung could smell the frustration in Jimin’s scent, how angry he was, but he didn’t step down, he didn’t submit. He used it, “Touch him again and the only handling you’ll be having is my fist up your flat ass. Fuck off . He’s not interested.” Taehyung pressed closer to Jimin with a whimper, still dizzy and wet, seeking out Jimin’s scent for comfort.
The alpha’s scent slowly disappeared and Taehyung felt like he could breathe, crying softly against Jimin’s shoulder. “Tae.” Jimin soothed, “Tae, baby, you-you smell. L-Like pre-heat.”
Taehyung hiccuped, shaking his head, “I-I can’t. My heats not until next month.” He didn’t even feel he was in pre-heat. Everything felt slow, groggy. He was dizzy, felt like he might be sick. That alpha’s scent haunting him. He could smell it on himself, faint but present. He could feel his hands, his alpha trying to force his omega into submission. “M-Minie. Take me home.”
“Of course, baby. Of course.” Jimin cooed softly, lips pressing to his temple. “Hang on let me get an Uber. Let’s go outside, yeah? Fresh air will be nice.”
Being anymore than an inch from Jimin put him into distress. Hollow hole in his gut, tears falling from his eyes, whimpering and hyperventilating. Jimin looked scared almost, but the second he realized that Taehyung needed him there he was there . Jimin’s scent was calming, his hand rubbing up and down his back, his shoulder underneath his head, Taehyung’s nose so close to his clean, fresh scent. He needed Jimin. He needed him more than he ever did before.
The Uber got there and Taehyung was grateful it was a beta. Soft, muted scent. Still he stayed close to Jimin, clinging to him, nosing at his scent. “Minie.” He kept whimpering, Jimin tensing everytime, sucking in a breath as he pulled him closer. Taehyung felt safe here, protected with Jimin’s arm around his waist. Taehyung’s apartment building was there, Jimin taking his keys from him as he led him upstairs and inside. It was comforting having his scent around him. The alpha was still a ghost behind him, but he felt much safer inside. Knew he was safe now.
“Come on. You wanna lay down?” Jimin took his hand and Taehyung followed, embarrassed because he was still wet, probably smelled overwhelming to Jimin, to that driver. He was disgusting. Getting wet like that in public. Taking Jimin from the party.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured as they crossed into his room, Jimin turned back at him, silently asking him why. “I just… I don’t know wh-what happened. I felt overwhelmed. I still do. It hurts, Jimin.. feels too hot.” The underneath of his skin burned, itched. It was like fire nipping at his insides, hurting him, scarring him. This wasn’t a pre-heat. It felt like that, partly. He felt cramped, and wet. But there was something off, something his wolf was unsettled about.
“Pre-heat, I think.” Jimin said regardless, frowning at him, “Here.” Jimn’s fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, “This will help. I’m going to call Seokjin-hyung over for you, okay? He can help.”
Jimin stepped back for a moment and Taehyung’s heart started to race against his chest as he watched Jimin lift his phone. He didn’t want Seokjin. He didn’t want anyone else. He wanted Jimin. He didn’t—Jimin couldn’t—”Please don’t leave me.” Jimin paused and looked up at Taehyung, “Please Jimin. I don’t want hyung here. Please don’t leave me. Stay.”
“Taehyung.” Jimin licked his lips, concern in his eyes, “Baby, I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Taehyung stepped forward, reaching out for Jimin’s hand. His covered Jimin’s with ease, squeezing gently before his fingers slid further up his arm, over the crook up his elbow and up to his bicep, “Stay with me. Lay down with me.” He stepped closer, his skin tingling, “I need you.”
“T-Tae. It’s your pre-heat. I’m not sure if..”
Taehyung felt his eyes fill with tears, “I just need you. I miss you so much. I just want to lay with you, Jimin. J-Just want you to scent me, and hold me, and-and—”
“O-Okay.” Jimin said, setting his phone down, “Calm down. We can lay down. We can do that, don’t cry.” He lifted a hand to Taehyung’s cheek, gently wiping the tears that fell, “Come on, lay down.” Taehyung nodded weakly, sniffling softly as Jimin led him to the bed, crawling on top first, laying back and letting Taehyung follow. Taehyung curled around his body, face pressing into his chest, leg sliding between Jimin’s thighs, arms wrapping around his waist as he snuggled close.
He took in greedy breaths of Jimin. His sweet, sweet perfect scent. His omega calming, nerves soothing and breath coming back to him. Everything was feeling right again. Jimin’s hand curled around his forearm, his other hand petting through his hair. He just needed this. He needed Jimin beside him. He couldn’t sleep otherwise. He couldn’t relax if he wasn’t with Jimin. He needed Jimin. He needed Jimin. He needed Jimin. He needed Jimin .
“I love you.” He whispered, Jimin’s hand pausing its petting. “I love you. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, Jimin. I know I can be a lot. But I’m grateful I have you.”
Jimin was quiet, fingers slowly petting over his hair again. “I love you too, Tae. You’re never too much, okay?” His nails gently scratched at his arm, “Get some rest, okay?”
Taehyung nodded, wiping at his eyes before he pressed more firmly into Jimin’s chest, shutting his eyes knowing he would sleep better with Jimin beside him. He always did.
He dreamt of Jimin again. He told him he loved him, but every time the words left his mouth, Jimin moved further away. He was desperate, stuck in place, trying to tell Jimin how much he loved him. Screamed to him, cried until his eyes were sore, begged him to come back. But Jimin got so far away he couldn’t see him. He was gone.
Taehyung awoke to fingers petting his hair. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he cuddled against his pillows, slight furrow in his brow because Jimin’s warmth was gone. Behind him now, sitting on the edge of the bed. Taehyung turned over slowly, but it wasn’t Jimin behind him. It was Seokjin, concerned with a frown on his lips, long fingers petting him. Comforting, but not Jimin.
“Hyung?” He asked softly, clearing his throat as he pushed himself up, squinting, “Where is Jimin?”
Seokjin frowned softly, moving his hand to rub over Taehyung’s shoulder, “I think he went to Yoongi’s? He called me and said you were in pre-heat. That you needed me.” He tilted his head, “You’re not in pre-heat, though. What’s going on?”
Taehyung licked his lips, and pushed himself up. He ran a hand down his face in confusion, chest filled with hurt. “No, no. I told him it wasn’t pre-heat. There was an alpha at the party, something about his scent fucked me up. I didn’t feel well. It was like pre-heat but, didn’t feel the same. Worse, I guess.”
Seokjin nodded, “The alpha was likely close to his rut. So instincts kicked in for your omega to prepare for him. You’ve never been with an alpha in rut so I bet it was weird for you.” He stood up as Taehyung sat against his head board. He grabbed a glass of water from his desk and brought it to Taehyung, “But you’re okay now?”
“Yeah.. yeah.” He thanked Seokjin with a nod of his head, sipping from the glass. Cool water soothing his dry throat, shoulders laxing as he sighed. Jimin had called Seokjin. He left after Taehyung asked him not to. He went to Yoongi’s . It hurt. So much of this hurt. How could Jimin leave him like that? He needed Jimin. He needed his best friend. Everything felt tight. His heart sore, his head aching. “Jimin said he was going to Yoongi’s?”
“Well, Yoongi was outside. Small guy, blonde hair?” Seokjin asked. He met Yoongi before, but brief interactions in the coffee shop, never a proper introduction. “He was here to pick Jimin up, I guess. Jimin said if you asked he went there, to call him if you needed anything.”
I needed you . Taehyung thought bitterly. I needed you and you left me for a fucking knot.
He was furious, reached for his phone and pushed himself up. “Thanks, hyung. But I’m okay. For real.” Seokjin took his arm anyway, helping him stand, “Who is watching the shop?”
“Ah, I have Taeyeon covering for me. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Promise.” Taehyung gave Seokjin a smile, putting everything he had in himself to make it look convincing. “I need a shower, though. You can head back. I told Jimin last night he didn’t need to call you.” He rolled his eyes, “I appreciate it, though, hyung.”
Seokjin smiled, “If you’re sure. I can come back if you need me.” He stepped forward, kissing Taehyung’s temple. “There’s some soup in the fridge I brought over. Seriously, though, call me if anything happens, okay?”
“I will, I will. Stop being a worry wart. You’re acting like a dad .”
With an offended scoff Seokjin ruffled Taehyung’s hair before stepping away. Taehyung listened for the door to shut before he walked into his bathroom, sitting on the rim of his tub as he pulled up his text messages.
to: minie♡
you left me and called jin-hyung?
i told you it wasn’t a pre-heat
from: minie♡
does that mean you’re okay??
i didn’t want to risk anything, tae
to: minie♡
okay is debatable.
but i didn’t want hyung i wanted you
from: minie♡
what does that mean?
how am i supposed to help like jin-hyung does? i can’t do anything for you, you know that.
besides you go to him for everything anyway
What the fuck did that even mean? What the fuck was Jimin talking about? He went to Seokjin for his heats . Everything else was work related. What kind of excuses was Jimin trying to make?
to: minie♡
whatever
have fun with yoongi
from: minie♡
whatever?
taehyung????
are you pissed at me?
i don’t understand what you want from me
taehyung??????
come on..
He was being petty he knew. But he clicked his lockscreen and he was finished. He was hurt. He was angry. Jimin picked Yoongi over him. He picked his boyfriend over his best friend . Taehyung was vulnerable last night. How long did Jimin even lay with him? How long had Seokjin been there? For all Taehyung knew the moment he passed out Jimin dipped to hang out with Yoongi. Some fucking friend Jimin was being. Taehyung didn’t need to grovel at Jimin’s feet.
Taehyung was always there. He was always available. But Jimin couldn’t do the same? Whatever. Fuck that.
Taehyung spent the night alone, ignoring his phone buzzing. Texts from Jimin, a few from Hoseok, and one from Yoongi. All asking him to get back to Jimin. But Taehyung didn’t plan on it. Jimin left him last night, so why the fuck should he stick around and answer every beck and call him his best friend. He wasn’t a dog.
And it wasn’t like it was some easy decision. Ignoring Jimin was hard. Jimin was his best friend, he loved him, he didn’t want him to be mad at him. Ever . But right now he was hurt. Miserable. He wanted to be petty.
He would use the excuse of studying if need be. Exams were in a few days anyway. He needed to study so it wasn’t like it was some giant fat lie. There was truth in it.
The sad part of everything was that it worked. The next day Jimin called him, his voice soft and hesitant as he talked to Taehyung. “Do you want to get BBQ? I’ll pay.”
“ Studying, sorry.”
He had to force the words out at first, guilt heavy in his chest but he managed them. Jimin accepted, only sounding a little disappointed. There was another phone call, the night before the exams. “Do you want to stay over? Jeongguk mentioned this super scary movie and I rented it. We could relax before exams ”
“Nah, I wanna cram. You can just invite Yoongi.” It was getting easier. Lying to Jimin was getting easier and he hated it.
But the smallness in Jimin’s tone still felt like a stab to his chest. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll try him. Good luck tomorrow, Tae.”
With a quiet you too Taehyung hung up, sighing deeply as he pulled his knees close to his chest and glared at the textbook on his bed. He missed Jimin. He wanted Jimin over. Wanted his laugh, his touch, his smile. He wanted it all back in his life. But with Jimin came a feeling of abandonment.
i don’t know what you want from me .
Jimin had texted those words to him, but Taehyung could hear them. Ringing in his ears. His dreams were laughing at him because he took so long to really understand why it all hurt. He wanted Jimin to choose him. To love him. To stay with him.
Pathetic little omega wanting his best friend to be with him when he had superior choices all around. When he already picked . Taehyung had no one. Seokjin wanted commitment that Taehyung couldn’t supply, Hoseok was good enough for two loves, and Jimin had soft, sweet Yoongi. Taehyung had himself. His dreams. His thoughts.
He was alone. He was alone. He was alone.
——
Exams kicked his ass. But if there was one thing being alone did for him it was the fact he studied his ass off. It paid off, actually. He found himself answering questions with confidence, and he’s sure he couldn’t have done it without the effort he put in.
A week ago, Taehyung would have expected himself to be at a party right now. Forgetting the stress, hanging out with his friends, and getting wasted. But he hadn’t talked to any of them in that timespan. Texts with Jimin died down, the same with Hoseok, and Namjoon. Jeongguk had dinner with him after their art history exam but Taehyung shut down any Jimin talk and bless Jeongguk because he listened . Respected him. Sweet boy.
But it was hard. He and Jimin never went this long without talking. Maybe a few hours. A day at most. But a week was a record and Taehyung… he didn’t even know how to fix it. The group chat was talking about a party at mutual friends but Taehyung didn’t plan on joining. He hadn’t even been talking in group chat. But Jimin didn’t really seem to be either. Maybe he was as hurt as Taehyung was. Maybe he was guilty too. Maybe he missed him…
He ignored it in favorite of the takeout that was at his door. Takeout, comfortable sweats, baggy sweater and rewatching his favorite anime. What a way to celebrate finals being over. He let himself get consumed in the content, laid on his side as he watched television, trying with difficulty to keep his mind busy. His hand found his phone, scrolling through instagram to see what everyone was up to. Seokjin was on a date, Hoseok and his boyfriends at the party they mentioned, Yoongi was out with some friends. A bar or a concert. Both maybe. And Jimin hadn’t posted at all. He wasn’t with Yoongi, or Hoseok.
He tried not to worry about it. Tried not to feel guilty.
But he was the one that pushed Jimin away. He made the choice to be angry over talking to his best friend . A mistake, he realized now. But he didn’t know how to fix it. Would Jimin even answer his texts or calls? There was a chance he screwed this up between them. Let his own unrealistic feelings get in the way. He wasn’t an alpha like Yoongi. He wasn’t a beta like Namjoon. He couldn’t compare to them. Couldn’t care for Jimin like he needed.
He stuffed his feelings down before. He would just have to be a big boy and do it again. For their friendship.
Taehyung was about to turn in for an early night (which was becoming his usual) when there was a knock at the door. He wondered if he was a neighbor. The old woman next door needed his help sometimes but she was usually in bed by now. Still he went to the door, pulling it open to find Jimin there, frown on his lips, eyes narrowed. Oh. He looked upset.
Jimin pushed past him, anger obvious, and, quite honestly, justified. Taehyung shut the door, twisting the lock as he turned to face Jimin. He was glaring at the half eaten takeout bin, and the paused anime on the television. Proof of Taehyung’s “busy” schedule he’d been talking about. But in his defense finals were over now. No more studying, no more work.
“So,” Jimin scoffed, turning back to him, “Instead of answering me you wanted to laze around and watch anime?” He sounded a little choked up, Taehyung’s heart aching, “Was it worth ignoring me, huh? Making me feel like dirt?”
Taehyung frowned. Hurt and angry. No, he didn’t want to hurt Jimin. But it wasn’t like Jimin was innocent either. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He reasoned, but he made sure to add, “I just.. I needed time to myself. I wasn’t okay.” It was true. After the party, and after Jimin leaving him everything hurt. He couldn’t just throw himself back into Jimin’s arms. He couldn’t pretend like he was okay with what happened.
“You could have told me.” Jimin reasoned, his tone teetering awfully close to desperate. “I could have been here.”
Taehyung’s words came out before he could think, “You were here. And you left me. For your boyfriend .” Pain was etched into his voice, tightness in his throat when he swallowed, “I didn’t need Seokjin, I needed you here.”
Jimin seemed to understand, looking between Taehyung’s eyes, “Is that what this is about? Your pre-heat?”
“It wasn’t a pre-heat!” Taehyung groaned in frustration, “I was anxious, An-And scared. And I needed my best friend. And you just abandoned me.”
“I didn’t abandon you. I called Jin-hyung. I waited with you until he came over. I just.. I didn’t know what to do. You smelled, and you were hot—yo-you’re skin was, I mean, and I just… I’ve never been around you when you’re like that. It was difficult.”
Taehyung’s confidence took a stab. The image of Jimin disgusted by his scent in his mind. The idea he suffered because Taehyung was pressed so close to him, seeking comfort. That hurt more than anything. The idea that he was that displeasing to Jimin that he needed to call someone else to put up with him. He could cry. He felt like he was. Judging by the surprise in Jimin’s eyes maybe it was true.
He lifted a hand to his cheek, and sure enough it was wet. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes on his sleeve. “I-I’m sorry.” He whimpered, “I’m sorry it was difficult on you. I’m sorry I was difficult.”
“W-wait. No, you don’t understand.” Jimin reached out, stepping closer to Taehyung, reaching out for him.
Taehyung stumbled away, knowing if he let Jimin in he wouldn’t be able to get away. He would just fall into him, crashing like a wave. Vicious, and emotional. Wild and dangerous. “If I was so much trouble that night you should have said so.” He sobbed, wishing he could stop the tears. His vision was blurring, his breath hard, heavy, difficult. Every nerve, joint, inch of him was aching. He hurt again, badly. “You don’t have to put up with me. Why does everyone just put up with me?”
“Baby, no.” Jimin pressed forward anyway, Taehyung legs bumping against his couch, trapped. “I didn’t put up with you. Never . I swear to you.” His words were sincere, hands reaching out despite Taehyung flinching. He shushed him, smoothing his hands over his cheeks, wiping his tears. “I-It wasn’t hard to be around you because you were too much, or because I didn’t want to be with you. Y-You smelled so good , Taehyung. And you kept pressing so close to me. It felt impossible for me, okay? I didn’t want.. I was worried I’d take advantage of you.”
Taehyung felt his body tense, lips parted as he stared down at Jimin. He was struggling now. Jimin’s bottom lip trembled as he smiled weakly. “It was so hard, Tae. It’s always been hard, okay? I-I tried with Yoongi, I tried so hard to move on like I’m supposed but he wasn’t you. God , I compared everything to you and it wasn’t fair to him.” He stepped closer, his body flushing against Taehyung’s, “I’m sorry I’m like this. I know it’s selfish of me to want you and I’m sorry. I just love you so fucking much.” His hands slid down over his neck, then smoothing along his chest. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, “I love you and I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to be happy with an alpha but I can’t . I can’t be with anyone that’s not you, Taehyung.”
“J-Jimin.” Taehyung whimpered, Jimin’s hands settling on his hips, “You—You’re—”
Jimin nodded weakly as if he understood Taehyung's question. You’re serious? His hands fisted in Jimin’s leather jacket. He watched the tears stream down his face, just like in his dreams, except now he could reach a hand up and wipe them away. Swipe of his thumb, so easy. Jimin leaned into his touch, lips brushing over his palm in a gentle kiss.
Taehyung wasn’t sure how to feel. He was relieved. Happy. Scared. Worried. Jimin loved him. Jimin wanted him. Jimin was scared of everything Taehyung had been scared of. They were both so blind. So stupid. Taehyung was so dumb. How didn’t he see? How didn’t he know? How couldn’t he tell? How long had Jimin loved him? How long have they been lying to themselves and each other?
“You’re not running.” Jimin whispered, looking up at Taehyung, hope in his eyes. Small and hesitant, but there.
Taehyung shook his head, arms sliding over his shoulders and around Jimin’s neck, “I won’t run. I can’t run.” He murmured, stepping back and dragging Jimin with him as he fell back into the couch, “Please.” He pulled Jimin closer, “Please just kiss me.”
Jimin didn’t need a second. He leaned down immediately, lips already parted as he kissed Taehyung, body settling overtop of him. Their chests flushed, lips slotting together. And Taehyung felt that fire again. But so much different. This one wasn’t wild, wasn’t nipping and biting. His fire with Jimin was licking at him, warming his nerves and sparking them to life. Jimin’s lips were as soft as they looked. Plush, and perfect. His body fit against his like they were a mold.
He whimpered as Jimn’s tongue slipped between his lips and licked at the roof of his mouth. Licked over his teeth and his gums. Licked every inch of him, explored every space it could find. Taehyung’s lungs ached for air, but he wouldn’t give. He kissed Jimin until he was panting against his mouth, until he felt so hot he was suffocating. His head hazy, dizzy, but all in the right ways. The ways that tingled his spine, that spiked his scent. Jimin’s own scent was heightened. Stronger, and sweeter. It made his thighs trembly lightly. One of his hands slipped into the hair at the nape of his neck, the other squeezing his shoulder.
Jimin pulled back some, hot breath fanning over Taehyung’s face. He took his opportunity now. He needed to let it out. “I love you too. I love you so much. For so long, God, Jimin, God, I love you . I want you. I’ve wanted you.” His hand fisted lightly in his locks, “I tried to tell myself not to. That you couldn’t feel the same—that we couldn’t—that—”
Jimin leaned back down, kissing Taehyung softly, “Shh, baby, shh. I know.” He smiled against his mouth, kissing him again, and again, and again. Taehyung’s lungs were barely filled when his mouth slotted against his again, stealing away whatever oxygen he had left. But Taehyung didn’t care. Jimin could have it. He could have anything he wanted. As much as he needed. Whatever part of Taehyung that Jimin wanted he would have, Taehyung was his. Forever and always he would belong to his best friend. The love of his life.
Kissing Jimin felt like comfort. Familiar, because this was the man he knew his entire life. Exciting, because he’d dreamed about kissing him. Perfect, because he was with Jimin.
Jimin’s hand roamed. Over his chest, and curving along his hip. His kisses slowed, were languid. Drags of lips that were precise, and delicious. Taehyung sighed and Jimin trailed his kisses along his cheek, down his jaw and to the shell of his ear. He squeezed his shoulder as Jimin nipped at his ear lobe, causing him to gasp. Jimin’s hand on his hip squeezed again and Taehyung moaned so softly, barely audible as he felt the tiniest bit wet.
“J-Jimin.” He whispered, lashes fluttering shut as Jimin’s hand slid over to his shaft, groping him in his palm. Clothes between them providing friction.
Jimin kissed his chin affectionately, “Should I stop?” He murmured, and Taehyung took a moment before he shook his head. Heart hammering against his ribs. “I won’t take it too far, beautiful. I’m just going to touch you a little. But you can tell me to stop. Understand?”
“Yes.” Taehyung felt commanded to say. “I’m okay with that.”
Jimin smiled, brushing his lips over Taehyung’s, fingers sliding over his clothed cock, getting a grip as he loosely jerked over him, “Good boy. I’ll make you feel good.” He whispered and Taehyung gasped softly, lifting his hips up from the couch to grind into Jimin’s hand. “Eager.”
Taehyung felt like some pathetic teenager. He was getting worked up over Jimin palming him through his sweats. Jimin wasn’t even making an effort to reach inside his pants, to actually touch him. He seemed happy to sit there, groping, and jerking him. Occasionally reaching down to squeeze his balls.
But his eyes didn’t stray from Taehyung’s face. And maybe that was what was so hot about it. Jimin’s gaze was strong, alluring. He looked so pretty, so… dangerous. Ghost of a smirk on his lips as he watched Taehyung twitch beneath him. Fingers sliding over the outline of his cock, squeezing his length, weakly pulling at him. All while whispering to him, “So good. So needy.”
He felt it. Taehyung felt needy. He felt desperate. “F-Fuck me.” He gasped, “Fuck me.”
“Shhh. Not like this.” Jimin leaned down, nipping at Taehyung’s bottom lip, “Not like this.”
He groaned softly, fucking his hips up into Jimin’s palm. “Minie.”
“You sound so pretty. Taehyung.” His lips trailed down his neck, “Taehyung.” He breathed against his neck, fingers brushing over the head of his covered dick, fisting over it and massaging.
“Jimin.” Taehyung bit down on his lips, tears building behind his eyes.
He was close. Pathetically close. He didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to release so soon, he wanted to hold back. He wanted more. Taehyung wanted to impress Jimin, but it felt impossible when he was worked up like this.
“God, you’re so cute.” Jimin said, sitting back on his calves. His hand was still on Taehyung cock, rutting and rubbing over him. Wet patch obvious on the light grey fabric, he was leaking that much. “Taehyung, baby, I want you to come for me.”
“T-Too soon.” Taehyung whimpered, but his back arched into Jimin’s hand, and Jimin pressed down roughly with his palm, causing Taehyung to see stars. “nnhg, hhaaaah..”
“Please baby.” Jimin murmured, licking his lips, looking like sin, “Just wanna see. I don’t care if it’s too soon. You can come for me, baby. Don’t hold back.”
Taehyung was panting now, leaking beneath Jimin’s hand. Desperate wasn’t a good enough description for the need he felt. It hurt. It hurt in his gut, his hole clenching around nothing, his body hot and flushed. “M-Minie.” He whimpered.
Jimin leaned down, licking at his mouth, “That’s right, I have you. It’s okay.” Taehyung reached up, gripping at Jimin to pull him in, whining as his back arched and he came inside his sweats. He cried out, voice cracking as his body shivered, white dancing behind his eyes, warmth settling over every inch of him. He could feel the hot mess, over his groin and dripping onto his thigh. He panted softly as Jimin peppered his face in kisses. “Prettier than I ever imagined, Tae, so pretty.”
Taehyung tried to catch his breath as Jimin pressed lazy kisses to his hot skin, sweat along his hairline from being so worked up. Taehyung reached out, hugging onto Jimin, turning some so they were squeezed against the couch, Jimin trapped between the couch cushions and Taehyung’s body. He was tired, spent. His breath finally coming back to him, mess drying uncomfortably but he didn’t care.
“Tae, baby, you should wash up.” Jimin murmured, kissing his lips, “Can’t sleep like this.”
He cuddled closer with a sigh, nuzzling into the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling his scent, “I know.” He whispered, “Just want to lay beside you for a while. Just a little bit.”
“Okay.” Jimin said gently, “We can lay down for little.”