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“Dude, you’re leaving me for dick again,” he rolls his eyes jokingly. But what he really wants to say is ‘no please don’t leave me, I need you’. He follows with a chuckle instead.
Of course, he’s not mad at his best friend for wanting to spend time with his boyfriend. And plus, they’ve spent the entirety of last night and this morning together. Taehyung always makes sure to carve out a portion of time from his busy schedule for his best friend, juggling between classes, friends, his boyfriend, and of course, Jimin.
Maybe he’s being selfish, but no matter how he can see the obvious love and care Taehyung gives him, it’s just not enough. Or maybe it is, because he knows that he will always have him in his life. But there is still the lingering desire and sadness of not being able to be Taehyung’s person. The person for him. The twinge of guilt of having such thoughts and the trace of longing hits him hard every time Taehyung leaves his bed to get ready to leave, to meet up with his boyfriend that is just... not him.
Sometimes, he thinks being happy for him is not enough anymore. Cuddling platonically with Taehyung is just not enough anymore because he wants to do much more, like giving him morning kisses when they wake up together and holding hands with him after he picks him up from his classes on the days their schedules don’t clash.
Taehyung turns before he reaches for his front door and just smiles, “babe, we’ve cuddled all night, I’ll be back here before you even know it. And plus, I have class this afternoon, remember?” He laughs, the genuine laugh that makes his eyes crease and his lips a boxy grin.
“See you later babe, I’ll text you after class.”
Babe.
He doesn’t know when he started to have these thoughts, but he knows that he wants Taehyung to call him babe more.
It’s only almost noon and the epiphany hits him like a truck. He’s sure that he’s positively fucked.
He returns with a tight-lipped smile, hoping he isn’t showing too much of his heart, “bye Taehyung-ah, have fun with Mingyu and use protection,” he muses.
Joking around has always saved his aching heart, but at this point, he doesn’t know if the protection from the cruel wind of love sickness is doing him any good.
He’s in love with his best friend. Even though the realization came so suddenly, he’s pretty sure it did not come as a shock, even to himself.
——
He spends the rest of his day doing nothing and everything. It’s a Thursday but his professor from his only class today had canceled the class due to illness, a cold? A flu? He forgot, having only quickly glanced at the email and closed the tab immediately after seeing the words class canceled today. And to be honest, unlike most days, he’s not sure if he’s grateful to have the day all to himself or be frustrated that he has nothing else to focus on.
The slight hollowness in his heart is still there, been pried opened just ajar just a couple of hours ago. Maybe the feeling has always been there since they quickly became best friends turned platonic soulmates in their early teens, but growing older has only made his heart that much heavier, the ache that much more noticeable.
His assignments lie there on his desk just across the room, mocking his pathetic yearning as if they know that he knows that he will never be able to feel what being with Taehyung would be like. No amount of cuddles and sleepovers and getting shit-faced together can quench his desire for wanting something more, because no matter how much affection they share with each other, he knows that it will always be different from what he really wants, what he needs.
After Taehyung says goodbye, he spends the next 2 hours laying in his bed, questioning the ceiling above him silently as if it would give him a solution to his dilemma. Determined to not fall asleep before his usual nap time, he gets up, brushes his teeth along going through his morning routine, or more like afternoon routine at this point.
I should probably get some reading done. He grabs his light jacket by the front door and leaves for the cafe right by campus, the one with just the perfect amount of noisiness from the bickering of the customers and baristas -- the ambiance he always craves when he needs that touch of calmness.
He’s been at this corner for the better part of the last 45 minutes, reading and rereading the same sentences, and nothing seems to be able to stick. He flips to where he started and realized regretfully that he’s only gone through barely a quarter of his assigned pages. Sighing in frustration at his inability to focus or rather, at his recent discovery of his feelings that he does not care to sort through right now, he gets up to get his second fix of coffee after the fleeting thought of giving up to go home and take a nap. He usually hates the bitter and sour taste of coffee, but it never fails to bring him back to earth to force him to face what’s right in front of him, which is now this useless book he was forced to absorb. It’s times like this that he reconsiders his decision of choosing his major. The only reason he’s putting up with all of this is because of his childhood dream of having of his own business since a kid, a genuine desire to make something of his own, not just money, but an impact that would satisfy and bring a change to the people that requests his products or services.
The coffee barely helps, unfortunately. The bitter sting on his tongue makes his headache more than before. Three hours have already passed, it’s almost four in the afternoon now. He really wants to text Taehyung, but he knows that he’s probably still in class right now and doesn’t want to distract him even though his soulmate would reply anyways, he would always, because anything for my Jiminie.
But is it really anything? Would you kiss me on the lips if I asked you to? Would you tell me you love me and see me more than just your best friend? Would you call me yours? He sighs and stops himself before he sinks back into the spiral again. He will have to deal with this later, he knows, but just not now. His heart is too heavy, pulled down by the one person that usually cheers him up. He has a feeling that it isn’t going to get any better any time soon.
——
The walk home is only slightly comforting. The chill breeze brushes through the air, autumn leaves swooshing around whenever a gush of strong wind blows past. It’s supposedly the perfect weather, perfect golden hour. It would be perfect if I was holding Tae’s hands right now. Nonetheless, he tries his best to enjoy this small sliver of calmness on his way home, hoping he doesn’t need to greet his roommate awkwardly when he arrives.
He was supposed to have an apartment with Taehyung this year, seeing how their university only provides dorms to first years. But the younger luckily got asked by his boyfriend to live with him just days before Jimin was about to show him the apartment he thought that they would like. Although Jimin was more than irritated, he knows how much it meant to Taehyung to have their own apartment together. Taehyung is all about relationship milestones.
“I’m so sorry Jiminie, I know we planned on renting an apartment together, but I really like him and I think we can really take our relationship to the next step you know. He is really excited to live together…”
And of course, Jimin had put on his best reassuring smile and comfort him, “it’s okay Taetae, I understand. Don’t worry about it, I will figure it out. You will have so much fun living with Mingyu.” Oh, how he wished that he didn’t mean it. He really was disappointed that his best friend bailed on him like that, but he knows that it was the logical next step in their relationship and is sure that the couple would appreciate some privacy, so he doesn’t dwell on it too much. Although he was quite upset, he was genuinely happy for his best friend.
It’s not that hard to find another roommate, right?
Well, things couldn’t have been worse, because his roommate is quite literally the devil. Despite posting on their school’s roommate-searching site on Facebook, and filtering through nearly a hundred profiles, the one guy he thought would be somewhat decent turned out to be his worst nightmare. Not only does he refuse to do the groceries, never cleans up after himself, leaving pots and pans to sit dirtily on the stove every time he attempts to cook, but he also lets trash lingers just on the outside of the trashcan. Seriously, how hard is it to open the lid and put the trash inside the trashcan?
But that’s not even the worst… the guy brings back his one-night stands multiple times a week at the wee hours of the night, and they always seem to be different people, too. Jimin had had to endure the obnoxiously loud moans most nights of the week and get out of his room in the morning just to awkwardly greet his roommate’s new conquests -- as the roommate liked to call them. And one time when he finally complained, he was just responded with, you can bring someone home, too, I wouldn’t mind. The way he viewed women should be an indication of what a shit person he is, how the fuck did I miss that when I dm’ed him.
Jimin, ever the thoughtful angel, never told Taehyung about this. And through some miracle, Taehyung always comes to his apartment when the coast is clear, so he doesn’t know about the disaster that is Jimin’s sanity. He knows that Taehyung already felt bad for breaking their promise of rooming together, and although Jimin had told him multiple times that it was okay, the younger still apologizes every once in a while, especially when Jimin complains not spending enough time with him as if he feels bad for putting his own happiness over Jimin’s. But Jimin truly wants Taehyung to be happy, and if that means Jimin must endure his asshole of a roommate and not being able to live with his best friend (re: now realized to be the love of his life), then so be it. He doesn’t want Taehyung to feel even worse about the situation than he already does, so he keeps Taehyung ignorant of the shit he has to put up with at home.
Thankfully, when he steps into his apartment, he was greeted with nothing but silence. Part of him hoped that his roommate was home just so he can redirect his focus from his very recent revelation, but he’s glad that he has some peaceful time to himself. He proceeds to go change into some more comfortable clothes and begins to cook some spicy noodles for dinner. It’s the third pack this week but he can start being healthy tomorrow.
He was about to take out the noodles when he hears a ping from his phone.
Kookie
Hyungieee
Me
What do you want?
Kookie
Hyunggggg why are you being all pissy :(
Me
Oh sorry, I’m just tired. What’s up tho?
Kookie
Are you gonna go to Seokjin hyung’s party tmr??
Shit I almost forgot. He originally planned on wallowing in his own sorrow for the next few days, but going to a party might distract him a bit, it might do him some good.
Me
Hmmm I think so yeah
Kookie
Yay, ok hyung
Me
Why are you even asking me, you already know Seokjin hyung asked me last week…
Kookie
Cuz… I may or may not have told some guy that you’re super hot and single…?
Me
Are you trying to set me up with some guy AGAIN? Do you not remember what happened last time you set me up with who-shall-not-be-named???
Yeah, that was not a great day, when the other guy wanted him to suck him off at some random guy’s bathroom during a party and then came within 30 seconds all over his face and his hair without warning before abruptly leaving with a thanks. The only thing he got out of the whole ordeal was a sore throat (and not the good kind) and cum all over his head. To say Jimin was furious is an understatement.
Kookie
Ahhh hyung… I’m sooooo sorry about that, you know that was one honest mistake, I didn’t think he would be such an ass, he seemed so cool in class…
But I promise this guy is different, cuz he’s actually my friend, and he’s like super nice, and when I showed him a picture of you he almost drooled.
Jimin knows that Jungkook just wants to help him out since he’s the only single one in his friend group, but he’s really not interested in anyone right now, especially now that he’s realized that he’s in love with Taehyung. He agrees nonetheless because Jungkook would not backdown unless he tells him the reason and he does not particularly want to share his dilemma right now.
Me
Ughhhh fine, but if he turns out to be an ass, this is the last guy ur setting me up with
Kookie
YESS of course Hyung, I promise you won’t regret it. See you soon :))))))
And somehow, Jimin knows Jungkook won’t be able to keep his promise.
--
When he arrives at Seokjin’s apartment the next day, he already regrets even agreeing to come. Drunk people are stumbling in and out of the door, there is a girl retching outside while her boyfriend does a poor job at keeping her calm, and then there he is, Taehyung standing right next to his boyfriend, smiling as they converse with Namjoon.
Not now, Jimin thinks. He came to indulge in Jungkook’s set up, and maybe have a drink or two to loosen up. Now is really not time to pine jealously over his best friend.
And it really doesn’t help when said best friend is wearing the most daring outfit for an outing like this. A sheer button-down that barely covers his torso, and a pair of leather pants tight enough to see the perfect curve of his ass…
Fuck, now is really not the time.
Just as he is about to go to the kitchen to get a drink and just hide in there until Jungkook hunts him down to meet his friend, he just so accidentally makes eye contact with Namjoon, who promptly motions for him to come over.
Jimin greets everyone after giving Taehyung a bone-crushing hug. Has he always smelled this nice?
“Jimin-ah, you made it, I thought you weren’t gonna come tonight?”
“Yeah, Jungkookie told me about some guy he wants me to meet and left me no choice so here I am,” a halfhearted chuckle leaves his breath. He really doesn’t want to be here, especially when Mingyu is clutching at Taehyung’s waist so possessively and giving him the weirdest glare.
He really does not want to deal with this right now.
“Oh Jungkookie is in the kitchen I think, and the guy he came with is pretty hot”
“Ah Hyung… you literally have a boyfriend, are you seriously thirsting over another random guy?”
Seokjin jumps out of nowhere, “dude he’s so hot I honestly, wouldn’t mind if Joonie tapped that ass.”
Jimin rolls his eyes in his least subtle fashion, “y’all are so weird.”
“That’s because we love each other.” And when Namjoon and Seokjin just start making heart eyes at each other and making out in from of everyone, he takes this as his cue to leave, on a mission to find Jungkook, the whole reason he dressed up to come to this disaster of a party. A disaster in Jimin’s eyes at least.
When he makes a turn and steps into the kitchen, it’s as if all the air in his lungs is punched out of his body. He breathlessly ogles at the guy talking to Jungkook. Physically, he is most definitely Jimin’s type. Lean, slightly taller than him, great ass, a cute smile, and the prettiest eyes when he laughs at presumably one pf Jungkook’s dumb jokes. It takes a second for him to register then the younger is waving at him to come to the counter.
“Hi Jiminie hyung, this is Taejun, he is from my stats class and he also dances with me for the dance club too!”
Fuck, a dancer, he’s so fucked.
Except he’s not, thankfully, because Taejun is literally the most boring person he’s ever had (not) the pleasure talking to. But just to at least try for Jungkook, he attempts to contribute to their conversation. The man just endlessly talk about anime, which would be fine if that’s not the only thing he’s talked about in the past 20 minutes. It gets even worse when Jungkook leaves. The man starts to step closer to him and looks down at him suggestively. But Jimin is feeling none of it. He just wants to leave, like right now. He’s not sure if the man in front of him is genuinely not interesting or if he just has someone else in mind. He decides that he doesn’t mind not eve finding out. He cannot for the life of him imagine doing anything with the man who is currently staring at his lips as he talks about Naruto.
With a lame excuse of going to the bathroom, he quickly walks out of the kitchen and promptly dashes right out of the front door. He just wants to go home, take a shower, and pine over his best friend over some trashy reality tv show and a pint of ice cream.
Just as he steps out of the door, he bumps into a hard wall of hard muscle. Looking up he only sees the last person he wants to see, Mingyu.
“Hey, where’s Tae?” He manages to muster up some cheer in his tone just to seem somewhat polite.
“He went to the bathroom, we’re about to head home.” He smirks, as if he knows that Jimin would never have what he has, Taehyung, being able to go home with Taehyung, which he would’ve been able to do had Taehyung not started dating Mingyu. But he doesn’t want to overthink that right now, his only mission at this moment is to go home and wallow in his sadness, jealousy, longing, whatever. He just wants to go home and these pants are way too tight on him and Mingyu is making his blood pressure soar.
“Oh cool, can you tell him that I’m leaving?” Just as he’s about to cross over and leave through the hallway, he hears a sneer, a whisper-yell loud enough to travel through the thrumming bass of the music.
“Don’t oh cool me, I know how you want Tae, I see the way you look at us.”
“What are you talking about? What do you mean how I look at you guys?”
“Don’t act clueless now, you think I don’t know how you and Tae were gonna be roommates this year? I know you like him Jimin, I see the way you look at him with those eyes. Well, Taehyung is mine, and you better keep your distance, I don’t care if you’re his best friend or whatever. Don’t you dare come for him.”
So maybe other people can see how Jimin lusts over his best friend, but that’s not the point here.
Jimin only lets out a breath of laughter, “who do you think you are? I’ve known Tae for years, long before you guys even met. Don’t you tell me what I can and cannot do with Tae.”
Just when Mingyu is about to retort, Taehyung comes running towards the door where the pair are standing, and Mingyu’s face changes so suddenly it’d give you whiplash.
“Hey babe, ready to go?” The sweetness in Mingyu’s voice only makes Jimin roll his eyes, which Mingyu notices and returns with a smirk when Taehyung looks away. The way Jimin wants to put a hole thru that guy’s face right now…
“Yeah, I’m ready to go. Jiminie are you leaving too? I see you’re finally getting to know Mingyu, I hope you were talking bad about me?” Taehyung gives him the cutest pouty smile, ugh.
“No never. But ummm, yeah I’m leaving in a bit, you guys can go tho, I’m just gonna go talk to Jungkookie a bit first. I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”
“Ok Jiminie, bye. See you later.” And they part ways after a hug.
He doesn’t end up talking to Jungkook. Instead, he walks out of the apartment building after seeing from the balcony that the couple is out of the house. He fights against the tears that gather behind his eyes on his walk home, with fists clenched on his sides and a sad frown on his face. He doesn’t know why he’s so emotional right now, perhaps the fact that Mingyu caught on, probably before he even did himself, or perhaps that his words only made his fear that much more real, that he’d never be able to have Taehyung the way he wants.
The chill night seems to be even colder, even though autumn has barely started.
He didn’t think pining over an unrequited love who just so happens to be your best friend would be this hard.
He forgoes his original plan and promptly passes out right when he gets to his bed.
Pining is an exhausting sport, he decided, especially when they don’t love you back.
--
At least he doesn’t need to deal with a hangover, having barely drunk anything during the party. He wakes up to a too-bright room due to the curtains he forgot to close the night before. With a groan, he reaches towards his bedside table where his phone charges and is met with way too many message notifications for eleven in the morning.
Kookie 10:37 pm
Hyung, where are you? Taejun said you went to the bathroom but it’s been 30 mins already.
Kookie 11:12 pm
Are you okay? Omg are you throwing up right now, where are you?
Kookie 11:45 pm
Hyunggg…. Are you… alive?????? Please text me I’m freaking out!!!
Kookie 12:03 pm
Ok I texted Taetae and he said you went home already? Why didn’t you come to say goodbye… Taejun said he thought you were cool and wanted to talk more with you but then you just disappeared :(
Kookie 12:17 pm
Hyunggg. I guess you’re sleeping now, so goodnight ig
Wait ur prolly not gonna see this if ur sleeping already.
Anyways text me when ur up okay? I was super worried.
Me 11:19 am
Hey Kookie, sorry I didn’t say goodbye last night, I wasn’t feeling well so I just went home.
He gets up and proceeds to do his morning routine when he hears his phone notification again.
Kookie 11:26 am
It’s okay hyung, I hope you’re feeling better now?
What did you think about Taejun hyung tho, he’s pretty cool right? I thought he was hot but I’m already taken heh.
Me 11:27 am
Taejun is the most boring person I’ve ever met. He literally only talked about Naruto the entirety of our 20-min convo, and I’m sorry but I just could not stand him.
Maybe under other circumstances, he would be able stand someone talking about anime, hell, he even welcomes it sometimes. But last night he could not bring himself to tolerate a boring personality for a potential hot one-night stand. The entire time he was at the party his mind was swimming with thoughts of Taehyung, Taehyung’s eyes, Taehyung’s smile, and just…Taehyung.
Kookie 11:29
I mean I guess, I thought he is really cool tho…
Me 11:30
Sorry Kook-ah, maybe I just wasn’t in the mood last night, but I really appreciate your enthusiasm to help tho. But I’m ok, I’m promise, being single is fine, I’m happy right now, you don’t need to keep looking for more guys for me, okay?
Kookie 11:32
Okay hyung, as long as you’re happy :)
It’s a Saturday, which is usually his rest day, but he’s feeling particularly restless at the moment. There's so much in his heart and in his mind and he doesn’t know what to do. So he resorts to his best bet.
Me 12:14
Hyung, are you free for lunch like right now?
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“Okay, so you’re telling me, just this past Thursday, you realized you are in love with Taehyung and you don’t know what to do because he’s dating Mingyu?”
“Yep…” Jimin answers with an audible pop of the p, chewing at his bottom lip as if he had just admitted to a crime.
“I think everyone knows you’re in love with Taehyung, Jiminie, everyone except for you and Taehyung apparently, and maybe Jungkookie too, seeing how he set you up with someone yesterday.”
Jimin’s expression falls so comically fast, Namjoon just laughs at him. “C’mon, you literally look at him with heart eyes, and you weren’t exactly being as stealth as you think you were. Do you know how many times people have come to ask one of us in our group if you guys were dating? It is quite shocking that you didn’t realize your feeling till now.” Namjoon says the last part with such finality as if it has always been like this and Jimin has just been dumb enough to not realize it himself.
“Hyung” He drags out the sound. “Wh-what do I do now? I can’t get him out of my head, and he’s my best friend, I don’t… I don’t know what to do. It hurts so much, hyung.” He clutches against his chest where his heart lies, as he takes a sip of his god-awful latte. Seriously, why do I keep ordering coffee when I know I hate it.
“There’s frankly not much you can do Jiminie. I know you love him and care about him deeply, but he’s in a relationship right now, and it would be unfair for you to tell him your feelings when he’s already dating someone.”
Jimin’s eyes start to water at the advice, or rather, lack thereof. That was definitely not what he wanted to hear from his most respected hyung, but it is nothing but the truth. It would be unfair to put Taehyung in that situation if he were to tell him that he’s in love with him, and it would only make everything worse for the both of them. He doesn’t want Taehyung to have to feel guilty if he were to turn Jimin down, or if he were to leave Mingyu for Jimin. He know Taehyung would be torn.
“I know it’s hard Jimin-ah, but just hang in there hmm? No matter what happens, he’s still your best friend, your family, and even if you aren’t together the way you would like, I know you guys still love each other so much and would be in each other’s lives for a long long time.”
He knows Namjoon is right, because he’s always right, that’s why he always goes to him for advice. But just this once, he had hoped that Namjoon would tell him to just fuck it and go for it.
Seriously, fuck him for being so logical…
They spend the rest of their little lunch date talking about school, the other members of their friend group, and Namjoon gushing about Seokjin’s magical hands when he gave him a sensual massage the night before which Jimin abruptly interrupts before he gets into too much detail. Hyung, we’re eating, can we not talk about Seokjin hyung massaging your ass?
At least hearing his friend being happy brings him some comfort.
--
It’s a day later, and Taehyung is currently sitting in his bed, babbling about some photography project that he’s been dreading because his partner has been nothing but an ass. Jimin had had some time to process his feelings and to somewhat sort them out, and eventually decided to just let it be and not do anything about it. He’s finally come to the conclusion that his best friend’s happiness would be his priority in this matter, even if it’s at the expense of his own heart. It’s only fair, at least for Taehyung. At least that’s what he tells himself.
“Jiminie, are you listening? helloooo?” Taehyung waves his arm in from of Jimin’s face. It seems that he had blanked out thinking about… nothing really, lost in his thoughts, or lack thereof. He just feels a bit empty as he stares at the piece of hair that had fallen so gracefully when the younger got too excited talking about the new camera he just got.
“Oh, right sorry, yeah, I was totally listening. Please continue.”
“Yeah right, what did I just say?” the younger challenges with a raised eyebrow.
“Ummm something about a project and a new camera and how your professor is shit?” he answers hopefully.
“Ugh whatever, that’s the gist of it I guess. So what’s up with you, you seem kinda out of it and you were like this at the party a couple of days ago too, are you okay?” Taehyung thinks about the situation a bit more and yells in exclamation. “Omg did that creep try to talk to you again? Because if he is, I’ll go find Jungkookie and we’ll beat him up for you.”
Seeing how his best friend got this riled up over his sulking got him flailing his arms in an attempt to placate the other. “No, no, calm down Tae. It’s just something’s been on my mind lately, but I’m okay, I promise.”
Although he’d be lying if he didn’t feel his heart skip a beat knowing that Taehyung is this worried about his wellbeing. It’s nothing new, being attached at the hips for years, but recently, he’s started to notice the small things that they do for each other, and every small gesture has Jimin blooming with warmth in his chest, heart threatening to escape his chest at any given moment.
He really doesn’t want to worry anyone, but it seems like everyone can see through him, that he’s just been a bit off ever since that day. But what can he say to Taehyung, that the reason he’s been in a mood is because of him. It’s not like he can just flat out say that he’s in love with him? That he wants the world to know that they belong to each other?
After several attempts to calm the other down, they finally move onto some other topics, and ended up falling asleep a couple hours later after four episodes of The Office and three packets of spicy noodles.
Jimin finds himself in Taehyung’s arms when the sun breaches his windowsill way too early in the morning. They always end up like this, and it’s been years. Taehyung somehow always finds Jimin’s body, and they end up cuddling when they wake up, Jimin always in his arms, safe and warm. But right now, the only thing in Jimin’s mind is wondering if this is how Taehyung cuddles his boyfriend when he sleeps, too. Maybe cuddling with Taehyung is not as special as he’d like to believe. He worries that he is no longer Taehyung’s person now that he has a hot boyfriend (though Jimin does not think he’s hot at all, but that’s a debate for another time). He also wonders if Mingyu knows that Taehyung cuddles him like this when they have sleepovers. And that thought brings a smile to his face.
When Taehyung inevitably leaves in a couple of hours, he kisses him on the forehead before heading out, leaving Jimin warm everywhere right before he’s reminded of the fact that they are in fact not dating and that the kiss is nothing but platonic. But it leaves a warm trail in his chest nevertheless.
He finds himself at the café once again later in the day, another attempt at the useless book he’s been reading. Just when he’s painfully read five pages of what he thought was gibberish (a record really), a man roughly plants himself in the empty chair in front of him with a huff.
Fuck, Mingyu.
“What are you doing here Mingyu? I thought you were with Tae?”
“Cut me that bullshit, you know why I’m here.”
“What bullshit, what are you even talking about?” Jimin is becoming restless at the encounter, but he remains his composure.
“I know Tae had a sleepover at your place last night. I explicitly told you to stay away from him. Are you too dumb to follow simple orders?”
“First of all, I don’t know who you think you are to order me around like this. And secondly, I don’t know what is so far up your ass for you not being able to understand that we’ve been having sleepovers even before you came in the picture. So please, for the love of god, get over yourself. Tae can do whatever he wants.” He’s just about to ignore the man in front of him when he hears him finishing his little speech.
“I don’t care whatever history you have, just stay away from him. Taehyung is mine, this is your last warning.” Before Jimin can even say anything, Mingyu stands and is out of the face in an instant, leaving a confused and furious Jimin sitting there with a book open in front of him.
What the fuck just happened.
--
Jimin tries his best to not put more thought into this – whatever this is. When he hangs out with Taehyung, he pretends that nothing's wrong. Mingyu didn’t come and confront him and he’s not in love with his best friend. Everything’s fine, everything’s just the way it’s supposed to be. That is, until a week later, Taehyung comes to knock on his door at one in the morning.
He thought it was his roommate forgetting to bring his keys again, trudging his body to the door about to give him a piece of his mind.
“Changmin, I was just about to go sleep, I swear to god this is the last time I’m opening the door –”
Before he can finish his lecture, he is met with a red-eyed Taehyung, cheeks streaked with tears that seemed to have been for hours already. His hands are clutched tight against his chest as if protecting himself from any physical harm.
Jimin feels a pang in his chest at the sight, his best friend’s tear-stricken visage. Their so-called telepathic soulmate connection strong enough for Jimin’s heart to thud hard in his ribcage without a word spoken.
“Tae, what- what happened? Are you okay?” He tries to stay calm for the younger’s sake, ushering him into the apartment and settling him down on the couch. He worriedly eyes the takeout boxes and trash lying on the coffee table, inwardly cursing at himself for not cleaning up after himself earlier today. He supposes that’d be the least of his concern right now.
Jimin doesn’t try to pry, giving Taehyung some time to calm him breathing. A couple minutes of Jimin patting his back goes by in relative silence before Taehyung begins to sob.
“Hey hey, it’s okay, I’m here, do you want to talk about it? What happened?” He soothes his hand on the poor boy’s back in attempt to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to be helping as he’s still breathing so rapidly, close to hyperventilating.
“I – hic – Mingyu, he- ” before he could even finish his sentence, Jimin feels a rage bubbling in him. “What did Mingyu do to you? Imma go beat him up, I swear to god, I knew he- ”
“No, no not like that. He… he broke up with me after we had s-sex earlier and then he just stood up and left me there, said that he didn’t need to waste time being with someone who is not devoted to him.” His sobs becoming increasingly harsher after he finishes his explanation, tears and snot flowing freely everywhere on his face as he fails to wipe them away in time.
Jimin barely registers his fists clenching, nails digging hard into his palms at the news. Hearing how Taehyung was left naked and vulnerable after being used for sex broke his heart.
“I… I didn’t know what he meant when he said that I was not devoted to him. I- hell, I moved in with him even when I already promised you that I would be your roommate. Jiminie, wh- what did I do wrong? I thought he loved me…”
“Oh baby, Taehyungie, you didn’t do anything wrong, he’s an asshole for treating you like this, you’re perfect and beautiful, it’s his loss that he’s leaving you like this. And it was very wrong of him to leave you like that in bed when he had already planned on breaking up with you. You did nothing wrong okay. Tell me you did nothing wrong”
It takes Taehyung a couple of minutes to calm down as Jimin guides him through his breathing and let Jimin’s words sink in. When his sniffles become slower-paced, he repeats, “I- I did nothing w-wrong," the end of the sentence nearing a whisper.
“Exactly, so don’t blame yourself okay? Do you want to sleep here tonight? Just tell me and we can do whatever you want hmm?”
It’s then that Taehyung finally lifts his head and looks him in his eyes, with a weak smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s never seen Taehyung like this besides that one time when his pet fish died during their seventh grade when he had yet learned to process the magnitude of the fish’s death. The tear-stricken face subsequently making Jimin’s heart clench, all his instincts telling him to wrap him in his arms and protect him from the harsh reality. And so he does.
The older helps him through the night routine, getting him an extra pair of pajamas and waits for him to shower and brush his teeth. They cuddle for the night, and tonight, Taehyung rests his cheek on Jimin’s chest, and holds him harder and closer than he ever has, willing himself asleep as he follows the stead beat of Jimin’s heart.
--
They spend the next day at home, deciding to not go to class and just lounge at home for Taehyung to rest. Mingyu does not contact Taehyung at all throughout the day, so Taehyung is able to take a breather to not think about their breakup up, except for the outbreak when he is reminded of him from one Instagram post of their mutual friend seeing how Mingyu is apparently smiling at the club with some other guy. They’ve decided to not go on social media for the day after that.
Taehyung ends up staying at Jimin’s place for the rest of the week, and they are grateful that his supposed asshole of a roommate did not say anything about it, and just greets Taehyung awkwardly when they see each other in the kitchen or the living room. A week passes by with some relative peace, and Taehyung decides that it’s time to go back home to at least figure out some stuff, maybe bring some of his belongings to Jimin’s apartment for the meantime. Taehyung and Mingyu still have two months left on the lease until the end of the semester, but he doesn’t want to risk having to speak with his now ex-boyfriend about who should move out or how to deal with all this.
Thinking about the excessive amounts of clothing he has in his closet, Taehyung brings Jimin along in case he needs an extra helping hand. The man is a self-proclaimed fashion icon, sue him. But this proves to be a bad idea when they see Mingyu sitting on the couch in the living room, with his eyes turned colder seeing the man following behind Taehyung.
“Oh.. uhh hi, I’m just gonna grab my stuff and leave…” Taehyung manages to muster out weakly despite feeling tears collecting behind his eyes at the sight of his ex.
“Ha, so I was right,” he chuckles darkly, “right after I broke up with you, you went running back to Jimin. I knew you were never faithful to me. Sleepovers more than once a week with someone who’s not your boyfriend, who are you kidding? I knew you guys were banging on the side and using best friends as a cover for cheating on me.” “Fucking whore,” he spits.
And with that, Jimin seethes behind Taehyung. The audacity of him calling Taehyung of such baseless accusations. Yes, Jimin and Taehyung are close, everyone knows that they are nothing more than best friends, platonic soulmates, who have been each other’s rock for the better half of the past decade. He feels his fists digging hard into his palms as a boiling rage prepares itself to explode, but just as he’s about to move to wipe that smug off Mingyu’s face, Taehyung grabs his wrist.
“It’s okay Jiminie, he’s not worth it.” He says calmly. “He can say whatever he wants, but I’m done with him. If he’s waiting for an excuse or an apology, he’s not getting one because I’ve done nothing wrong. Let’s just get my stuff and leave.” And he turns to Mingyu, head held high with a sorrowful face. “But just for the record, I never cheated on you with Jiminie, I’m sorry my closeness with my best friend bothered you that much and made you insecure, but I don’t regret one bit because Jimin is my family, and if you had such a problem with it in the first place, then you were never the one for me. I just wanted to let you know one last time that I thought I was in love with you, but I’m glad that I never let myself fall too hard or I’d be stuck with a piece of trash like you.”
He swiftly turns towards their shared bedroom, grabbing Jimin’s wrist and pulling him along while he looks at Mingyu’s face pale in color at the statement. They quickly grab what they can fit in the four duffle bags they’ve brought and left quickly without another word to the man sitting in the living room, still in shock.
It isn’t until they’ve reached the outside of the apartment complex that Taehyung starts breaking down, having to hold up a tough façade facing his ex just moments ago.
“Taetae, I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself, that was so brave of you. If you want, I can come back with Namjoon hyung to get the rest of the stuff if you don’t want to deal with him again, okay? And you can stay at my place for however long you want, as long as you’re okay with squeezing in a twin bed.” He drops the two duffle bags in his arms and gives a sobbing Taehyung a tight hug, and leans back to give him a peck on his forehead.
Jimin feels selfish for being glad that they’ve now broken up, and he feels the guilt carving scars on his heart. But he doesn’t entertain his desires more than that, he doesn’t want to take advantage of Taehyung trust and his current vulnerability just to fulfill his own needs because now is definitely not the time for that. He promises himself that whatever happens, the ball will be in Taehyung hands. If anything were to happen. He’s promised himself that he will only be the best friend that he’s always been, helping Taehyung and being there for him for however long he needs.
After a couple minutes, Taehyung finally calms down, breathing more regularly. “Thank you Jiminie, for coming with me, I don’t know if I would be able to say all that to him if I were alone in there, I would’ve just let him say all that with me and stayed silent.”
The walk back to Jimin’s apartment is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Both Taehyung and Jimin seem to feel the weight on their shoulders drop after the whole scene that happened earlier. But what Jimin doesn’t know, is that the relief they feel are for the same reasons.
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So, they stay like that for the next couple of weeks. Taehyung lives at Jimin’s apartment for the remainder of the semester, and the roommate doesn’t say anything, just nodded when Jimin informed (he didn’t feel like asking for his permission) that Taehyung would be staying with them for the next couple of months. They don’t really talk about it more than that, but Jimin is more than grateful for the roommate’s understanding of the situation.
Taehyung spends the rest of the semester focusing on his studies, staying late at the library, he even looks for a tutor for the stats class that he’s struggling with. Everything is going well, now that he has time for himself to really be allowed to be more introspective on the past couple months of his life. It’s not that Mingyu was controlling or anything, but he demanded a lot of attention from Taehyung to the point where he would get mad when Taehyung would tell him that he needs some alone time for his studies and his friends, having been neglecting them for a while since they’ve started dating.
And now, Taehyung feels free, like he’s back at being his own person again. His mind is clearer than ever, seeming to finally take back the grasp of his own reality. He spends his free time hanging out with Jimin, catching up with the rest of the gang, bickering with Jungkook, getting nagged by Yoongi and Namjoon, and finally having the chance to visit Seokjin more often and steal his delicious homemade food.
Everything is going great, and maybe Mingyu wasn’t everything he needed after all.
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After finals, having successfully passed all their classes, they decided to go to the bar to celebrate the end of finals with the rest of their friend group.
“Jiminie, hurry up, they’re already about to arrive at Tannie’s,” Taehyung yells across the room as he changes his pants for the fifth time of the evening.
“Okay, okay, I just can’t seem to get this curl right, it looks weird right? But I don’t want to redo it but it.. ughhhh whatever, it’s not like I’m picking up anyone tonight.”
During the past two months, neither of the two went out of their ways to look for one-night stands or any potential partners. Neither felt the urge to nor the need for one, both being content being each other’s arms every night. They didn’t know that was the reason though.
“You look beautiful either way Jiminie, you can have a bird's nest of hair and people will still find you hot.” As soon as those words leave Taehyung’s mouth he immediately freezes and stares straight into Jimin’s eyes as faint pink paints his cheeks. They’ve complemented each other before, in fact, they do it all the time, their friends would even call it platonic flirting. But this time, Taehyung said it so coyly that made Jimin feel deep in his stomach, he doesn’t know what exactly he’s feeling, but it’s definitely something. Something that’s been gnawing at his insides for the past couple of months that he still cannot quite pinpoint yet.
They hold their gaze for another second, and Jimin laughs to break the sudden awkward tension. “Yah, of course I’m hot, you’re not too bad yourself,” he wiggles his eyebrows, and they both fall into a fit of laughter.
“C’mon, they’re waiting”
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It’s supposed to be a simple night, a small gathering with their friends at the local bar with some alcohol, but somehow, Jimin is already five shots in when the night has barely started, and Taehyung is not too far behind.
Both being party animals during their first year in college, eager to live the much-praised college experience, five shots is nothing. But they found themselves looser, less tense, the knots in their shoulders relaxing a bit, smiles on their face appearing more easily. It’s chill, it’s nice, it’s warm.
Though the pair are definitely not new to the raunchy bar scene, it feels different this time. Taehyung has his back against Jimin’s front, both swaying to the beats of the melody. It’s how they’ve always danced with each other, always dancing in sync with each other, the same moves that used to help each of them attract potential one-night stands.
They seem to have a different goal tonight, however.
It’s as if a haven’t-yet-spoken barrier has been taken apart. It’s as if Taehyung knows about Jimin’s secret, and that Jimin knows something that Taehyung has been harboring in his heart. Neither acknowledges it. They dance like that for a while, back pressed against the front, the older’s arms wrapped loosely on the other’s waist protectively, moving to the rhythm of some slow song the DJ has put on. Even though Jimin is shorter, he manages to hook his chin on one of Taehyung’s.
He suddenly has the urge to inhale, the hint of a floral yet woody scent from the younger tickles his nostrils. The slight sound of the sniffling causes Taehyung’s breath to hitch, goosebumps standing on his neck, traveling down his arms and back. They still don’t acknowledge it, whatever this is.
The air around them is tense, despite people’s hollering and cheering towards the new hit song being put on. They stay at their own pace at the center of the dance floor, in their own bubble just the two of them, as if nothing and no one else matters. The less cautious part of Jimin lets him move his hips forward, forcing a high-pitched whine to leave Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung’s body tenses up immediately, grabbing the wrists at his waist tighter as he bites down on his bottom lip in hopes that the older did not hear the noise he’d just produced.
The four shots of tequila Taehyung took almost half an hour ago decide to take effect at this moment. Why the fuck not? And he pushes his hips backward to meet the older’s crotch in reciprocation. And this time, Jimin freezes, fingers digging impossibly hard at the waist of the younger as he lets out a hot breath against Taehyung’s neck.
From there, everything happens all at once.
They begin to grind on each other uninhibitedly; no longer timid, no longer afraid. Even though they don’t talk about it – at least not yet – they seem to know what they’re doing to each other. Taehyung’s breath becomes faster and stronger, Jimin’s breathing is not faring any better. Their movements become heated in less than the length of two songs. Turning around, Taehyung finds Jimin’s wanting eyes, filled with lust and desire, but also, fondness.
Without a second thought, Taehyung turns the rest of his body towards the older and closes the gap between them as he closes his eyes. It was anticipated but Jimin stills for a second, then kisses him back. There is no hint of any panic between them, though heated, they are almost calm. Jimin tastes so sweet, lips plump and full, the aftertaste of the whiskey shot from an hour ago still lingers on his tongue and Taehyung subsequently licks it through with his own.
Everything is hot. The red light emitting from the ceiling above the dance floor makes everything just that much more sensual. The tension is thick enough for it to be hard to breathe, but neither of them mind, each searching for their next breath in the other. After what felt like hours later (it was fifteen minutes at most), Jimin feels Taehyung’s grin on his lips, teeth clanking against each other’s. There is not an ounce of hesitation in the way they move. It’s as if they know what each other are thinking, know that they do love each other, but maybe this time it’s not the same anymore.
“J-Jiminie…, ” Taehyung whimpers. He’s out of breath, the hair sticks to his forehead, body sweaty with the number of people dancing among them and the heat that’s coursing through his veins.
“Jiminie, I-,” He doesn’t know what he wants, doesn’t know how to ask, but it seems like the older wants the same thing.
“I know Taetae, I know… me too, it’s okay.” Jimin kisses him again, a peck on his nose. The genuine smile on Jimin’s face brings reassurance to the younger, letting him know that it’s okay, it’s okay to want this because I want it too.
“Jiminie, I’m tired, can we go home now?” He lets his head fall onto Jimin’s shoulder as the older pats his back soothingly.
“Of course, baby, let me tell the rest of the group and we can get a cab and leave okay?” He did not mean to let the pet name out, but the way it made Taehyung whimper against his neck gives him a sense of pride and comfort.
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The ride back home was nothing but calm, they somehow manage to keep their hands to themselves, sitting on the opposite sides in the back seat with Jimin only opening his mouth to let the driver know his address. However, their hearts are pounding against their rib cages, threatening to jump out of their throats. Taehyung has definitely sobered but during the short five minutes of the ride, and Jimin is not too far behind, excited about what’s to happen.
They almost don’t make it indoors. Once they got into the apartment, their hands are immediately on each other. Still slightly intoxicated, Taehyung almost knocks Jimin over the coffee table, but thankfully Jimin catches himself and redirects them onto the couch. They spend a couple of seconds just looking into each other’s eyes, staring deep into each other’s souls.
“You have an entire galaxy in your eyes Taetae, I wonder if I am one of your stars.”
Taehyung closes his eyes and squeezes them hard, and when he opens them again, a drop of tear flows so gently down the side of his face. His smile is weak but full of emotion. He didn’t come to terms with what he wants until weeks after his breakup with Mingyu, and right now, at this moment, when the rest of the world stills, Jimin’s eyes are all he sees. Jimin leans down the kiss his tear away, inching up until his lips move so gracefully on his eyelids, one after the other, worshiping the galaxies held so preciously in them.
“Jiminie, I- y-you know you are, you’ve always been. I see my star in you, too.”
Jimin closes their distance once again, prodding against the younger’s lips as if asking for permission to explore further, deeper. Taehyung parts his lips so easily, accepting the other’s tongue as if getting to know one another in ways they have never done before. Everything seems to finally fall into place, now, in the wee hours of the night, in each other’s arm, so warm and safe where no one judges them, where they finally don’t scold themselves for feeling selfish just because the love they have for each other had long exceeded the boundaries one has for a best friend.
(smut starts here, so skip if you’re uncomfy, you won’t miss out on too much of the plot).
They kiss with such gentleness; everything is slow and sluggish. This does not feel like a heated hook-up. No, this is more. Everything is laced with emotion, something much profound that they have yet to address. But maybe they don’t have to say it out loud as their hearts communicate on their behalf. Taehyung weaves his fingers in the older’s hair, grabbing it lightly just to hold him in place as his tongue licks through the roof of his mouth, while Jimin holds onto the back of the younger’s neck.
Their hands explore each other’s bodies in gentle and smooth strokes. With his free hand, Jimin feels the softness of the younger’s tummy, reaching up to one of his nipples and lightly pinching it, ripping out a small whine from the other. Taehyung turns into a puddle right beneath him. Seeing how affected Taehyung is, Jimin finds a new sense of confidence. His free hand moves everywhere, up to his neck towards the back where Taehyung’s back and the rough fabric of the couch meets, and back down to the waistband of the younger’s jeans as he teases right below where the band of his boxers sit.
It’s not hard to reach under the flimsy piece of clothing as Jimin’s button-up is already somewhat off his torso, pushed up to his pecks. Taehyung follows the ridges of the other’s ribcage, one by one, feeling his every breath, every inhale and exhale as they gentle exchange kisses through their mouths. He skims his fingers across Jimin’s tattoo, Nevermind. “So pretty,” Taehyung murmurs against Jimin’s neck.
Jimin halts their making out just for a second as he stares down at the younger as if asking for permission. Seeing a hasty nod, Jimin reaches down into Taehyung’s pants and lightly pinch the younger’s tip, feeling a small bit of stickiness just at the head. When Jimin wraps his whole hand around the younger’s length, a moan quickly fills the room, loud and sharp.
“Oh fuck Jiminie, I- I need, you. Jiminie, I need you, please.”
Taehyung buckles his hips up uncontrollably, searching for friction.
“Of course, baby, I got you, don’t worry.” Jimin reaches up to comb through Taehyung’s hair, already damp with sweat. His body is heaving, the white heat of arousal sits lowly at his stomach as Jimin begins to move his hand up and down his cock, swiping at the head every now and then, smoothing the precum that gathered at the time down the rest of his length.
When Jimin pulls out his hand and licks his fingers clean, and Taehyung would allow himself to get embarrassed if not for the fact that he’s incredibly turned on right now. His eyes turn dark, laden with lust and that carnal need. It is at this moment that he realized how long he’s been wanting this moment to happen.
With his initial doubt and fear thrown all the way across the universe, he reaches up and grabs onto Jimin’s cheeks with such ferocity, and kisses him hard, grinding up against his hips in search of more friction. He needs more.
All of a sudden Jimin stands from their current position and bends down to pick up Taehyung bridal style as the other lets out a tiny squeak and they both let out a small giggle. Despite his smaller frame, Jimin has no problem picking up the other, as if he weighs nothing. He puts a mental note to thank Jungkook later for insisting that he goes to the gym with him.
“If this is going to be our first time, I want to do this right Tae, comfortable and in our own bed.”
That’s right, our bed, the bed they’ve slept on together the better part of the semester, where they’ve cuddled, laughed freely at each other, and held deep conversations in the middle of the night where time always seems to sit still. Their bed, although it’s most likely too small to fit two grown men, they make it work, and they like it, like how it enables them to press against each other every night, and there’s nothing they’d want more except for this moment.
Jimin places Taehyung gently on their bed and climbs over him. After a small peck, he begins to unbutton both their shirts. They’ve seen each other naked before, having been best friends for years. But this time, seeing Taehyung’s boundless expanse of skin only makes a heat of arousal crawl through his body, urging him on.
Once they are both completely naked, they stare at each other with nothing but love and lust in their half-lidded eyes. Jimin no longer feels the shame and guilt for pining over his taken friend, he doesn’t have to anymore, because even without words, he knows that Taehyung is his, finally.
He leans back down to give a small peck on Taehyung’s lips, which is returned with a shy smile before he reaches towards his bedside table for a condom and lube.
He sets them down beside them and asks, “is this what you want, Tae? We don’t have to you know, we can just chill and talk.”
“N-no, I want this, I think I’ve been wanting this for way too long. Please Jiminie.” And who is Jimin to deny the pouty lips and the puppy eyes. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for him.
Jimin slicks up his fingers and circles around the younger’s rim and leans down to mouth at his cock as he inserts his index finger. He has half the mind to tease the other, but they have time for that in the future. They just need to be close to each other right now. Taehyung shudders and hisses at the intrusion as Jimin starts to pump his finger in and out, adding another when he deems him ready for it. “Mhhhh, Jiminie, faster please,” he keens. And holy shit, he sounds so fucked out already and they barely started.
Taehyung rolls his hips against the fingers inside him, fucking himself on them. He blooms so beautifully beneath Jimin, the pretty pink flushes from his cheeks down to his chest. A sheen of sweat forms on his body, as if he’s a glowing angel responding to the touches of another, flowers of desire growing on every inch of his being.
Jimin hums pleasantly as he starts pumping and curling three fingers in the younger’s hole and takes his cock all the way to the back of his throat. Taehyung shivers violently and lets out an almost pained whine that they’re pretty sure their neighbors can hear at this crack-ass o’clock. They might need to offer some fresh cookies or fruit baskets for them tomorrow, but it is the least of their concerns right now.
“Please, Minie, I’m ready, please, fuck me now,” Taehyung breathes out, so slurred that you would think he’s high. “Don’t wanna come like this, want you in me, please.” But maybe he is, high on Jimin, on his soulmate’s skillful mouth and fingers. Jimin gives a few more kitten licks on the younger’s cock and nibbles along the supple skin around his crotch just to hear more of his gorgeous moans. Damn, how does he sound so beautiful like this?
He hoists Taehyung’s legs over his shoulders and glides his palms down the inner sides of his thighs, pinching the skin and kissing them better after, as Taehyung lets out a breathy moan that sounds something like please, ahh, and fuck me now Jiminie, please.
Deciding that he’s teased the younger enough, he lines himself up and plunges all the way in after quickly rolling up a condom, and Taehyung has to slap his palm across his mouth as he screams. Jimin grabs the blanket near Taehyungs face and has the younger bite on to it as he leans down to grab both of Taehyung’s wrists and pins them above his yead. He’s panting harder than before and Jimin still wants to be careful, so he gives him a couple of minutes to adjust. Once he sees a tiny nod from Taehyung, there’s nothing stopping him.
He pounds relentlessly with a punishing pace, in and out of the younger, the squelching sound of lube and the slapping noises of skin on skin fills the room as their tension finally begins to break. Despite the hazy headspace from lust, their minds have never been clearer. Though delirious with the pleasure, Jimin manages to keep at a rhythmic pace, affection pouring out of his heart.
Taehyung’s whole body is tense, mumbling out nothingness around the blanket as he positively sobs at the pace. He frees his wrists and grabs onto Jimin’s biceps so hard that they could break skin, but Jimin pays no mind to it, in fact, he welcomes the slight sting.
“You’re doing so good for me baby, you look so beautiful like this, pliant and warm for me. My cock feels amazing in you, it’s like you’re made to take my cock.”
The filthy words and the praise get to Taehyung, moaning as he feels more tears threatening to fall once again, but this time out of pure pleasure and adoration.
Jimin slides his hands down the younger’s trembling thighs, calming him down as he thrusts even harder, moving forwards to bite on the Taehyung’s neck and collarbones as he folds the younger’s body almost in half. He rams on with a measured pace leaving Taehyung shaking in almost painful pleasure, pushing in agonizingly slow, filling every crevice of his walls. The new position only makes his cock drive in even deeper, hitting on Taehyung’s prostate dead-on, which is responded with a muffled cry as tears of arousal flow down the younger’s face.
The blanket stuffed in Taehyung’s mouth is now completely wet around the edges. Jimin slowly pulls it out and licks into his mouth. He sees sparks behind his eyes as he closes them, tasting the sweetness of Taehyung’s mouth. He thinks the sounds the younger is making are worthy enough to be presented at a concert, a symphony of love and lust.
“You feel so good, ahh--, so big, filling me so well, hmphhh…”
Jimin reaches down and hides his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, biting down hard as Taehyung moves to wrap his legs around Jimin’s torso, as if urging him to go harder, faster.
The beauty under him falls apart so gracefully, red flushed cheeks, tear-streaked skin, and the beautiful melody of moans. Without a second thought, Jimin blurts out, “I love you Tae, I love you so much.” He is shaking, from the intensity of the pleasure or love, he does not know, maybe both. Taehyung shoots his eyes open, mouth wide in an attempt to say something but nothing comes out, any coherency fucked out of him as he keens at the words. His brain short-circuits as he lets out a silent cry.
“It’s ok baby, I know, I know.”
He knows that Taehyung is about to come as he feels him clench lightly on his cock, himself nearing his orgasm as well. “Baby, are you going to come, hmm?”
“I’m, ahhh- I’m gonna, I’m so clo-” Taehyung’s body seizes as the coil deep in his belly tightens and uncoils. As if on cue, Taehyung shudders as white paints his torso, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the intensity of his orgasm as he shudders violently.
When Jimin is about to pull out, Taehyung secures his thighs tighter around the older, “N-no, keep going, want you to come in me, please I need it.”
So he does exactly that. Half a dozen of thrusts later he comes hard in the condom with a loud grunt and proceeds to collapse on Taehyung body, panting as he mouths at his neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin, feeling his racing pulse calm down a bit as he kisses his way up to his mouth.
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They lay there for a couple of minutes until Taehyung starts to whine. “Ahhhh Jimin-ah, you’re crushing me, get off of me.” And Jimin just smirks at that, “I just did,” and wiggles his eyebrows.
“Oh my god, did you just… you’re terrible.” And he promptly pushes Jimin off to the side at the horribly attempted sex joke.
“But you love me.” Jimin giggles and smiles so hard his eyes turn into two crescent moons, his cheeks puffed up so cutely, basking in the afterglow. And Taehyung thinks that’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard in his life.
“You’re lucky I do, you dumbass,” Taehyung retorts. After their laughter dies down a little, Taehyung continues in a serious tone, “I do love you Jiminie, I think— I think I have for a long time.”
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cry again,” Jimin whines as he dabs at the not-yet-fallen tear on his cheek. “D-does this mean you’re mine now? Do I get to hold your hand and kiss you and do all the gross cute stuff I’ve been wanting to do with you now?”
“Hmmmm maybe, if you start calling me your boyfriend, I’ll let you…”
Jimin laughs as he pushes against Taehyung’s shoulders and pushes him down. He turns his face towards the younger and gives him a light peck on the cheek, “hmm ok boyfriend, my boyfriend, oh my god we’re boyfriends now, ash-fah-duh-kaj”
Taehyung snorts and rolls his eyes at his (now) boyfriend’s antics, “dude, did you just keyboard smash out loud? You’re such a nerd, why am I even with you?”
“First of all, only the elite can keyboard smash out loud like me. Second of all, don’t dude me when I’ve literally just fucked your brains out. And third of all, because you’re my best friend, and my boyfriend, and I will never let you go. Too bad you’re stuck with me now, and forever.”
Taehyung stares at Jimin with adoring eyes as they promptly fall into a fit of laughter. It’s as if nothing has changed, they are still Taehyung and Jimin, the dynamic duo, soulmates, best friends, with the now added title of boyfriends. It is everything they could ever hope for and more. It is everything they’ve wanted even if it took them a while to figure it out.
End:)