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Consciousness comes to Jimin slowly. He clings to his dream, not yet ready to leave their warmth. In it, a pair of strong, loving arms held him tightly. He felt as if light was coursing through his veins as the arms gently embraced him.
He still feels heavy in the best way, sleep clinging to his limbs like water to sand but there is a voice in the back of his mind that is imploring for him to roll right out of bed. So, he does. He turns over, making the sheets twist further around himself and buries his nose in the soft cotton of the pillows surrounding him. They smell very faintly of smoke but Jimin ignores that and focuses on the lavender and citrus mixing together. His heart skips a beat and a smile overtakes his face. He takes another deep breath and soaks his lungs with tenderness and the new thrill living inside his heart.
He opens his eyes and groans at the bright sun bathing the room in gold and ochre. There is a lot of soft brown In Taehyung's bedroom. The first time Jimin saw it - a whole week ago!!!! - he felt like he was stepping into a forbidden room in an old castle. There is an air about it, something so particularly cared for and sanctimonious about it. Like a museum or a cottage. Jimin feels at home here. Or maybe, he wants to be home here. Really badly.
It's a strange feeling; certainty.
He stretches and groans as soreness from the night before makes itself known. That feeling is more familiar and yet so newly wonderful and exciting. As if falling in love with your favourite book all over again. Jimin remembers Taehyung's touch as acutely as if it were still happening but instead of wanting to run away, he wants his hands on his body again.
And again and again and again. He wants it so much he aches with it.
He’s taken away from his reverie when he feels eyes on him. He looks at the end of the bed to find Yeontan staring at him. Jimin grins and sends him a kiss.
"Are you keeping guard, pal?" The pup merely tilts his head. "Good. You should. He's...," and there he stops because there are no words. And it really stumps Jimin because he has words, he knows a lot of them. He's even pretty good at choosing which to apply to his messy emotions and even messier thoughts.
Taehyung, however? That's a mystery.
Yeontan barks and gets to his feet only to turn around and settle down once more, with his back to Jimin.
"Rude but fair," Jimin laughs before stretching again.
He rolls out of bed and his heart starts humming in anticipation. He swoops Taehyung's CELINE t-shirt from the floor and slips it on his naked form. He loves July. Loves the fact that he never has to dress if he doesn't wish to. He could absolutely join Taehyung in whichever room he is wearing nothing at all but he knows this will be a much more effective way to get what he wants.
Which is, ultimately and simply, Taehyung. And also his big, elegant, filthy hands on him again.
Not to mention that the t-shirt looks huge on Jimin, it falls off one of his shoulders and it stops mid-thighs. Jimin can’t wait to be on the receiving end of scorching looks. He doesn’t know Taehyung well enough to claim which trait of his is Jimin’s favourite but, God, does he enjoy horny Taehyung.
Most importantly though, the tee smells of Taehyung. Crisp and bookish and warm and homely. He brings the collar to his nose and inhales, revelling in the shiver that dances down his spine. Heart thudding heavily in his chest, he goes looking for his... boyfriend .
It's a new word. New between them and new for Jimin. He doesn't have significant others. He's never been great at making decisions. Settling for one thing and sticking to it. This is why he was never a ballet or contemporary or a hip hop dancer. He's all of these things and none of them either. It's not that he can't make a decision or stay put and loyal; it's the ramifications and consequences of those choices that always sit heavy on Jimin's mind and heart.
Why choose one thing when you can have all the things?
That's how Jimin has navigated throughout his life. From a messy sexual awakening (and still frustratingly confusing understanding of his own sexuality), to his school days, to job applications. He struggles with every decision, every label, every step. He builds himself up every day and if some days some of the stones fray or fall, Jimin has learned to let go of them. He accepts that progress isn't linear and that identity isn't carved in stone.
You are who you are until you are no longer that and you are something else, something more, something new. And the old versions of you linger in you, fond reminders of how far you’ve come.
Jimin had just learned to accept that when Kim Taehyung, veterinarian with a heart of gold and a megawatt smile, brushed up against him in the train and blushed up to his hair in mortification.
Jimin had been charmed from the very first smile. Smitten after the first conversation. Mystified after the first date. All in after the first kiss.
They met three months ago, have been going out for two and had only started sleeping together two weeks ago and yet Jimin has been sporting the kind of heart boner that makes him smile like an idiot at random times of the day. Unprompted.
Or rather, Taehyung is never out of his mind, even when he’s too tired, too sleepy, too hungry to function, there’s a tiny voice at the back of Jimin’s mind that will be chanting Taehyung’s name.
He's disgustingly in like, in lust and possible the Big L Word and it's kind of scary how chill he is about it.
Jimin who thrives on control and predictability, getting his kicks by being a boyfriend.
He finds Taehyung laying on the couch talking on the phone. It's Saturday morning so it's probably his weekly call with his sister. He’s only wearing his olive green shorts and the sun makes the unfair amount of bare, tan skin look like a dreamland. His brown curls fall down his nape and form a cute cloud around his head.
Jimin expects the way his heart speeds up (it’s been doing that from the very first second) but he still feels like the breath has been knocked out of him. He hasn't even seen his face yet. How embarrassing.
He pads softly to the couch and without warning, he settles on top of Taehyung, head buried in his neck, clothed chest over bare nipples and naked legs slotting between his. Taehyung is warm and he smells good and Jimin doesn't want to move ever again.
Without pausing his conversation, Taehyung wraps his free arm around Jimin's back and presses their cheeks together.
"I gotta go, the boyfriend needs attention," Taehyung says to his sister and Jimin hides his blushing cheeks in Taehyung's neck. He hears Taehyung's sister coo over the phone and his heart fucking flutters. How lame .
How wonderful.
Taehyung laughs and bids his sister goodbye. He drops the phone unceremoniously to the floor and wraps his other arm around Jimin. They shift until they find a better position and Jimin doesn't need to look to know that his ass has been uncovered. Taehyung doesn't seem phased, barely seems to notice as he busies himself with kissing every inch of skin Jimin has made available. The neck kisses tickle, while the shoulder ones make Jimin melt.
"I didn't know what to order for breakfast because you never seem to be able to settle on one order so I decided to splurge and get a bit of everything," Taehyung teases. “The delivery will be here soon,” he strokes his hand up and down Jimin’s back, his nose buried in Jimin’s fringe. It feels so nice, so easy, so completely simple and good that Jimin genuinely wonders if he’s dreaming.
He feels warm down to his toes.
"I like things," Jimin tries to defend himself but he's still sleepy and his skin wants Taehyung's lips back, so he's sufficiently distracted.
"I know," Taehyung says, a smile in his voice. "It's cute how indecisive you are."
"I wouldn't call a character flaw ‘cute’," Jimin argues.
"And yet here we are. You're making the impossible possible," Taehyung says trailing his hands down Jimin's back again. Jimin's ass actually perks up and Taehyung laughs as his hands finally settle there. Jimin purrs and he doesn't even hate himself for it.
Growth.
"You are too good at giving compliments and your hands are amazing so I'm gonna let you have this one," Jimin says kissing his cheek.
"How generous of you," Taehyung rolls his eyes but there's a smile lingering on his lips.
"You're wrong though. There are things I am certain of," Jimin says. He means it as a joke, to keep the banter going but his heart betrays him. It twists in his chest, roaring to life with a truth Jimin isn't going to be able to keep hidden for much longer. His voice is hushed and his smile must turn as soft as he feels.
"What things?" Taehyung asks, fingers digging ever so slightly in the flesh of Jimin's ass. That, too, feels like a kiss.
"Important things," Jimin says before leaning down and kissing him for the first time this morning.
It's not what he wants and longs to say but it's enough for now.
Jimin likes things but he’s learned over the last few weeks that he likes them best when he can share them with Taehyung. Something tells him that his heart won’t let him settle for anything less than that.
He’s happy with that particular decision.