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“Enjoy the book!” Taehyung says, sliding over the filled plastic bag to the girl at the counter, who blushes slightly as she accidentally brushes her fingers against his. Taehyung grins.

“Come back soon, ‘kay?” he laughs, throwing a wink at the same time. ‘Girls are so easy to read’ he thinks as the girl, obviously flustered and blushing like mad, grabs the bag and hurriedly leaves the line, running into the guy behind her and almost dropping the contents of her bag.

Hey, ya okay?” the guy asks, catching the books just in time to return them to the poor girl. He peers into her face and can’t conceal a smirk when he catches the look - pink cheeks, wide eyes, and completely head-over-heels - he’s seen too much lately, basically every time he comes to this bookstore. Her hands almost slip again as she mumbles a barely audible ‘thank you’ before bending over to keep the rest of her purchase from falling out again and shuffling away to the door.

“Jeeeeez Jimin, your face is scaring my customers away,” groans Taehyung as he waves Jimin away.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Pft, what customers.. you close in like 2 minutes.. and why the hell are you always picking on those poor girls?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in mock surprise. “Picking on? Girls? Me?”

Jimin rolls his eyes again and shoves past Taehyung, making his way behind the counter.

“Shut up and give me some ramen.”

“I’m not your damn refrigerator. The convenience store is right across the street,” Taehyung frowns, turning to face him. Jimin ignores him, instead plopping down onto Taehyung’s chair and propping his feet up on the counter as if he owns the place, and Taehyung finds himself fighting the urge to squeeze onto the chair next to him, resorting to perching on the chair arm and shooting him an annoyed glance.

“I mean, you probably make bank after swindling so much money out of all those innocent girls, right?” Jimin laughs, raising his arms to no avail as Taehyung swats at him mercilessly.

“See, you can’t deny it though, can you?” Jimin says, reaching his hand under the counter, evading Taehyung’s second barrage of hits and grabbing an instant ramen from the haphazardly stacked stash only they know about. Jimin springs up, shimmying away from Taehyung’s hands and heading toward the back of the store to boil water, throwing a sarcastic smirk at Taehyung before dodging the book that Taehyung half-heartedly throws at him.

Taehyung heaves a sigh and lifts himself off the chair, now unsteady without Jimin’s weight in it and shuffles over to pick up the book he knows Jimin will probably trip over coming back. He shakes his head slightly, and chuckles softly, ‘the extent to which I go for that idiot..”

“Doesn’t it tire ya out? Flirting all the time?” Jimin’s voice carries to Taehyung, who absentmindedly returns to the counter, beginning to rearrange the ramen cups. ‘Tiring..’ Taehyung contemplates the word briefly before turning away to hide his grimace when he sees Jimin returning, bowl to his lips and ramen half gone.

“What the hell happened to being on a diet?” Taehyung snorts, overwriting the ‘you’re the one wearing me out’ that threatens to slip from his lips.

“You’re the one who told me to eat more” Jimin retorts, lifting the bowl higher as if that and his snappy remark could hide his flushed cheeks.

“Hahh.. don’t blush Jiminnie, you’re not cute enough to do that,” Taehyung smirks, leaning over the counter and resting his chin on his hand. Jimin, ever redder, whirls around, almost spilling his ramen, to meet Taehyung’s amused gaze.

“I’m not blushing, stupid! The ramen is.. hot” Jimin grumbles, knocked off his momentum by the way Taehyung is grinning straight at him.
Jimin is suddenly all too aware of how badly his lips are burning, and he hastily decides that the ramen really was too spicy for his liking. It’s definitely not because of the way Taehyung’s eyes drift down his face to the lips he realizes he has been biting. He sucks in a sharp breath, breaking the breath he's unconsciously been holding, trying to snap out of it all. Jimin, flustered, sets the ramen cup none too gently on the counter, sending a small splatter of soup into the air.

“Christ, Jimin, it was a joke!” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes to hide the building tension. Somehow he knows the tension has little to do with his joke and all to do with the way he can't stop looking at Jimin and how the boy, for a second too long, had returned his gaze, as if he was looking at Taehyung for the first time. The atmosphere is heavy and suffocating.

“I-I’m leaving,” Jimin coughs, half-choking on his words as if he finds it hard to breathe too. And Taehyung finds his heart tightening because Jiminnie is so clueless as he is sensitive and for the second time in the few minutes that Jiminnie has been here, he wonders if there is anything as tiring as being in the same room as Park Jimin.
Taehyung knows he can’t leave Jimin feeling awkward and confused because why send signals the boy will never understand?
Jimin turns away, and Taehyung acts on reflex, repeating what he's read in all the manga he's read in his free time, reenacting how he deals with nervous girls and their confessions.

“Park Jimin, wait.” Taehyung’s hand reaches over the counter and roughly grabs Jimin’s wrist and jerks him toward the counter. Leaning over, Taehyung swiftly presses his forehead to Jimin’s. The air stills for a slow, heavy second before Jimin jerks back, taking a few wobbling steps backwards.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Jimin cries, startled by the sudden movement but even more unnerved by the way his heart had jumped a mile into the air at Taehyung’s touch.

“Just making sure you don’t have a fever,” Taehyung smirks, cocking his head to one side and not once unlocking his gaze from Jimin’s eyes, mischievous humor masking the crushing disappointment he hides in his heart.

“Ugh, don’t ing give me that look. Save it for your photoshoots and fangirls,” grumbles Jimin, turning to leave and breaking eye contact. The strain in his voice is gone though, and Taehyung silently sighs in relief. It worked after all.

“Bye,” Taehyung chuckles as Jimin makes a face at him and slams the door closed in response.
Taehyung makes his way to the door to flip the sign Closed and simultaneously drops Jimin’s unfinished ramen into the bin. The first drops of rain run down the glass panes, reflecting the rush of people running under bus stops and suitcases and Taehyung knows Jimin wouldn’t care about how wet he was getting, sauntering through the rain, meeting Jungkook for a movie and dragging the impassive maknae to eat seafood pancakes because ‘when it’s raining you have to eat them!’

And Taehyung groans and sits down in front of the door, leaning back and ending up sprawling on the cool floor. He finds that he doesn’t particularly like the idea of them doing all that together.

But while Taehyung is staring up at the ceiling in the now dim bookstore, Jimin is calling Jungkook and apologizing and he isn’t heading to the movies or sauntering through the rain to his favorite seafood pancake place because right now he isn’t thinking of the action film he had been waiting to watch for over a month or the particularly bad seafood pancake craving he had had last night because despite the fact that the sprinkling rain has quickly turned into a downpour, his lips won’t stop burning and his cheeks stay flushed because for the first time he thinks he read Taehyung's signal loud and clear and what he’s thinking about is.. what he's thinking about is? what the hell is he even thinking about?!
And Park Jimin swears that he will never eat Kim Taehyung’s ramen again as he groans into his hands, dropping into a squat in the middle of the sidewalk - drenched, confused, and tired to the bone.

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Jungkook is pissed.

He clicks his phone off and throws it on the bed, flopping down next to it in frustration.

“Not today,” Jimin had said over the phone, “sorry Kook-ah, I don’t feel too well.”

“What the fuck..” he grumbles. He’d turned down an invitation to a house party because he knew Jimin dragged him, without fail, to go eat seafood
pancakes every single time it rained. It had become sort of a tradition by now, and Jungkook, though unwilling at first, had come to look forward to rainy days with his hyung.

“Whatever,” he groans. He turns onto his side to pick up his phone again, and dials another number quickly, bringing the phone up to his ear impatiently.

“Hello,” a sleep-laden voice calls out on the other line.

“Hyung, let’s do something,” Jungkook whines.

“Jungkookie...? Is that you..?” the familiar voice drawls, and Jungkook can hear the yawn in the elder’s voice.

“Yoongi hyung, c’mon, you can’t sleep in every time it rains,” Jungkook frowns.

“And why not?” Yoongi retorts. Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Anyway, can we go eat seafood pancakes or something? Maybe bring some of the other hyungs too?”

“Don’t you usually do that with Jimin?” Yoongi asks curiously.

“Yeah but Jimin.. uh Jimin has something with Taehyung,” Jungkook replies without thinking. ‘Why would I even say that’ Jungkook thinks to himself, but he immediately shrugs it off. Jimin and Taehyung were always together it seemed, so one more assumption couldn’t hurt. Yoongi sighs.

“All right then, I’ll meet you in twenty minutes,” Yoongi yawns into the phone again, “and call the rest of the gang, ya?”

“Sure hyung, see you,” Jungkook ends the call, pleased with himself for finding something to do. He’s about to swing himself off the bed when he belatedly remembers Jimin’s tired voice. He was annoyed, but he wasn’t a jerk. And he had, sort of, lied to Yoongi and Jimin.

“Better remedy that,” he sighs, picking up his phone again and dialing Taehyung’s number.

“Hey,” Taehyung mutters into the phone. Jungkook wrinkles his nose. What. Were both of them depressed or something?

“Hey hyung, you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine, I guess,” Taehyung replies, his voice unusually deflated. Jungkook rolls his eyes again. So something had happened after all. His hyungs
were idiots sometimes. Jungkook had figured out a long time ago that there was a reason Taehyung’s eyes always stayed on Jimin a little too long.

But Jimin hyung was pretty dense to things like that.

“Hyung, anyway, Jimin said he wasn’t feeling well, so you should probably check up on him.”

“He’s not out with you right now?” Taehyung asks, voice concerned and a little puzzled.

“No, I’m going out with Yoongi hyung and the rest of them,” Jungkook crosses his fingers and adds, “but Jimin, I think he’s pretty sick. He sounded pretty bad over the phone.” Okay, it was a little exaggeration but hopefully it had the effect Jungkook wanted.

“Huh, he seemed fine..” Jungkook could hear Taehyung frowning.

“Just.., just go check on him for me okay? I feel bad that he’s missing out on our outing,” Jungkook continues, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time at how his hyung couldn’t take a hint. He hears Taehyung sigh and murmur, “okay.”

“Thanks hyung!” he says, hanging up the phone with a smug smile on his face.

“I swear, if that doesn’t get them to at least first base I am going to slap both of them,” Jungkook grumbles, getting up to get ready and call the rest of his hyungs.


Taehyung hangs up the phone worried and a little confused. As far as he knew, Jimin never, ever turned down an opportunity for food unless he was on a diet or was deadly sick. Hoping it to be the latter, Taehyung pulls himself off the drafty bookstore floor and heads out the back door, slinging his bag over his shoulders and dialing Jimin’s number.

He clicks his tongue, annoyed, when he gets an answering tone. ‘I guess I’ll just head over,’ he thinks.


Jimin comes to his senses about five seconds after standing in the rain, realizing that he should probably get under something if he doesn’t want to get any more wet.

“As if that’s even possible,” he laments, looking down at his already soaking shirt. The rain was coming down harder than he thought. He considers taking the bus but figures ‘what the hell,’ he’s already this wet, he might as well just walk home. He needs to think anyway.

But thinking proves to be more difficult than he had thought it to be. What was he supposed to think about? How he had realized that his best friend of years looked at him as something more than a friend? How he had actually known it all along but had never let himself think about it? And why? Why hadn’t he just confronted Taehyung earlier? They were friends. They could talk it out, right? The only reason he wouldn’t have wanted to bring it up was… ‘Oh my god’. Jimin stops in his tracks.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, no,” he runs his hands into his hair.

“No way. Nonononono way.”

“I do not, absolutely do not like Taehyung like that,” he scolds himself, but it sounds hollow even to his ears.

“Oh my god, am I being serious?”

He forces himself to keep walking, but he feels his heart thundering in his chest now. He reaches his apartment complex and blindly punches his floor number into the elevator. He looks into the glass walls, taking in his flushed face, drenched skin and wet hair. “Taehyung,” he whispers, his breath fogging up the glass. The name sounds different on his tongue, heavier, sweeter. “Dammit,” he groans, stumbling out the elevator and making his way to his complex. He shoves the key into the door, fumbling with the fit, his hands shaking. ‘It’s because I’m cold,’ he lies to himself before roughly pushing the door open. He trips on shoes and curses, feeling himself falling prey to gravity. What he doesn’t expect is for hands to catch him. And what he really doesn’t expect is for those hands to belong to none other than Kim f-ing Taehyung. His eyes shoot up to meet Taehyung’s.

“Taehyung-ah, oh, wha-what are you doing here?”

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If Taehyung had known that he would end up with a wet, nervous Jimin in his arms, he probably would have booked a ticket to the world’s most remote island. Anything to get as far away as he could from the writhing, slippery definition of temptation named Park Jimin. But it’s too late for that, his hands are firmly gripping Jimin chest, fingers pressing into the boy’s ribs, and Jimin has his hands clenched in Taehyung’s shirt, not letting go even after regaining his balance.

“Jimin-ah. You’re wet.”

“Huh, um.. yeah.. no umbrella..” Jimin mumbles. No sarcastic retort about Taehyung’s obvious statement? No cheesy sexual innuendo? ‘He must be really sick,’ Taehyung thinks.

“Hey... c’mon..” Taehyung pulls Jimin out of the doorway, his hands tugging Jimin closer. Jimin takes one step, and then realizing his hands are still balled up in Taehyung’s shirt, blushes and releases his hold quickly, pushing away. He pushes a little too much though, and ends up awkwardly stumbling backwards. Taehyung grabs Jimin’s arm in the nick of time, almost falling himself as Jimin’s weight jerks him forward. He tugs them both away from the door, causing Jimin to fall towards his chest, breathing hard.

“Jimin-ah, it’s fine,” Taehyung says, not really knowing what he means by ‘fine.’ He wraps his hand around Jimin’s wrist and pulls the boy into the house. Jimin bites his lip but doesn’t say anything, letting Taehyung lead him to the bathroom.

Taehyung’s feet are sure, and he treads softly through Jimin’s house. He doesn’t bother turning on the hallway lights and instead maneuvers through the dark easily, turning into the bathroom. Taehyung flicks the light switch on without even glancing at the wall, and after gently pulling Jimin in, he opens the top drawer to pull out a towel. Jimin watches all of this silently, reminded again that this was Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. His best friend of years and years and years. Taehyung knew him better than anyone. This was fine. It was all fine. He was just tired. He just needed to sleep, and when he woke up, it would all be okay. Everyone gets a little confused sometimes. Right?

Jimin repeats this over and over in his mind, making his way to the shower.

‘It’ll be okay,’ he thinks. ‘It’s all going to be o--’

He jumps at the feeling of Taehyung’s hands dragging his wet shirt up.

“Taehyung, wh-what are you doing?!” He yelps, spinning around to face his equally flustered friend.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” Taehyung asks, low voice mixed with confusion.

“Yes.” Taehyung’s mouth quirks up into an amused smile.

“Yah, last time I checked, you have to take your clothes off before you get in the shower, Jiminnie,” Taehyung smirks. Jimin opens his mouth, mind blank, then closes it. ‘I’m a complete mess,’ he groans internally.

Hands are pulling his shirt over his head before he can protest, but when Taehyung reaches for his belt Jimin smacks his hands away, embarrased.

“I can undress myself, Taehyung.”

“Right.” Taehyung blushes. “Right. You just.. seemed out of it..” he trails off, leaving them staring at each other warily.

“Well.” Taehyung clears his throat awkwardly. “I.. I’ll go make tea.. or something..” he mumbles, turning around and closing the door behind him. Jimin releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and rubs his temple, even more worked up now than ever. After fumbling with his belt a little too long, (cursing at his conscience when it tries to tell him to give up and acknowledge his feelings) he steps into the shower stall and turns the water to its hottest setting. He grits his teeth and forces himself to go through the emotions of washing his hair, his face, his body. The burning water hits his face and drums across his back, but he’s so so distracted. He can’t get Taehyung out of his mind. His low voice, his laugh, his touch.. And if he was here with--

“Oh my god,” Jimin cries out loud. “Oh my god, um, no.” He shuts off the water quickly, but even without the scalding water, his skin tingles in every spot Taehyung had touched him. He steps out of the steaming stall feeling even more exhausted.
Jimin runs the towel through his hair a few times, not even bothering to use the hair dryer. He reaches for his robe but grabs thin air. He blinks. No robe? Where could it-

Jimin stops himself from groaning when he remembers tossing it on the bed yesterday without even bothering to hang it up. He pulls open the top drawer, hoping for another towel, but finds none to his dismay. He had put most of them through the laundry and he hadn’t folded them yet. He had one towel, no change of clothes, no robe, and the only way to his bedroom from the bathroom was straight through the living room. This was great. Just great.

‘Please be in the kitchen,’ Jimin prays, opening the bathroom door as quietly as he can manage. He sneaks down the dark hallway and glances at the empty living room, craning his neck to peer into the connected kitchen. He glimpses a focused Taehyung dipping tea bags into two mugs and breathes a sigh of relief, stepping out of from the wall’s shadow. He makes it halfway across the hardwood floor, before an unexpected sneeze racks his body, causing him to freeze in place.

“Jimin-ah?” he hears Taehyung call from the kitchen, and he’s about to bolt for his room, but his movements are a second too late. Taehyung emerges from the kitchen, trying to balance two mugs on a tray, and Jimin turns just in time to see Taehyung look up at him.

If it had been any other time, Jimin wouldn’t have noticed anything. But he had just spent the past few hours mulling over Taehyung that he couldn’t not notice. He doesn’t miss the way Taehyung’s jaw clenches slightly, eyes flickering over his body for half a second too long, and how his lips part to exhale a soft “oh.”

Taehyung has seen him stark naked before, more than once in fact, and though not preferable, it was never something that bothered Jimin that much. But now, even with a towel slung around his waist, his cheeks burn hot, even as Taehyung averts his eyes. His brain decides that it’s the perfect moment to remind him of his mind struggle in the shower and the humiliation and tension set fire to the blood that courses beneath his skin.

“I.. um.. yeah,” Jimin squeaks, still frozen in place. Taehyung pauses for a heartbeat.

“Put some clothes on..” Taehyung mumbles, turning his face away to set down the tray on the coffee table.

“Clothes, right. Clothes.” Jimin dashes into his room and accidentally slams the door behind him, heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He leans against the closed door as he tries to calm down his racing heart, breathe coming in gasps.

“Clothes. I need clothes,” he tells himself, running a hand through his hair.

“I need.. right. Yeah.. I want to put some clothes on.. that would be a good idea, Jimin.” He bites his lip and swallows thickly at the thought of going back outside and facing Taehyung. Reaching for a t-shirt, he lets himself admit for the first time that he might want something more.

He might want Kim Taehyung.

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Jimin walks shakily to his closet and blindly chooses whatever his hand grabs first. He sighs in dismay; the t-shirt and sweatpants he pulls on does little to cover the anxiety that is radiating off him in waves. He has to take a couple deep breaths before he reaches for the handle and opens the door.

He takes his time walking towards the dim light of the living room, failing to stop his mind from conjuring a thousand scenarios of how this night could end. Taehyung is sitting on the couch, feet tucked up and chin resting on his knees. The TV is on, the volume high enough to be audible but low enough that Jimin knows Taehyung isn't really paying attention to what dances across the screen.

Taehyung glances up as he enters the room, lips forming a small smile as a soft “hey” escapes them. He hands him a warm ceramic mug which Jimin accepts gingerly, letting the heat seep into his clammy hands. Sensing his hesitation, Taehyung pats the spot next to him on the couch until Jimin reluctantly sits down. He finds that he has no reason to feel nervous though because Taehyung carefully holds his body away from touching his, ironically leaving Jimin even more space (literally and figuratively) to drown in his thoughts.

“Earth to Jiminnie,” Taehyung chuckles, pressing a warm hand on top of Jimin’s forehead. Jimin’s heart is all jumpy but his body is tired, and he suddenly feels the strong urge to curl up into Taehyung’s side.

“No fever..” Taehyung murmurs. “Maybe you’re just working yourself too hard Jimin-ah.”

“Hmm... oh.. I. Maybe...” Jimin’s reply trails off because he’s momentarily distracted by the hand that has drifted from his forehead to his cheek.

Without thinking, he leans into Taehyung’s touch, closing his eyes briefly, becoming more desperate for Taehyung’s warmth by the second. He misses the look of surprise that flashes across Taehyung’s face as his best friend fights against forbidden desire.

Taehyung swallows hard. ‘This is Jimin,’ he tells himself. ‘Jimin is sick. That’s why…’

He gives up trying to rationalize the situation after the fourth try and instead closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe to clear his mind.

Usually, he had no problem keeping up his cool pretense, the mask he often found himself wearing to hide his inner turmoil. His jaw tightens as memories flicker in the back of his mind. Jimin sprawled on top of him, mumbling Taehyung’s name; Jimin falling asleep next to him on the bus, head rolling to rest on his shoulder; Jimin crawling into his tent during a camping trip because ‘Damn, it’s so fucking cold Tae, can we sleep together.’

‘Yes Jiminnie,’ ‘Sure Jiminnie,’ ‘Always, Jiminnie.’

And how many nights had it been, Jimin’s head across his chest, Jimin’s face snuggled into his side as he looked up at the ceiling and wondered if there was anything as suffocating as unrequited love.

When Jimin opens his eyes a heartbeat later, Taehyung’s are still closed. Jimin takes the time to examine Taehyung closer. A little bolder now without Taehyung’s gaze on him, Jimin unabashedly stares at his best friend’s face, taking in his dark lashes and high bridged nose all the way down to his plump lips. He can’t take his eyes away from Taehyung, washed in TV glow, chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.

Jimin doesn’t know where he gets the idea, doesn’t even contemplate if it’s a good one or not, all he does is feel. He’s still flushed from his hot shower and even warmer from the tea and Taehyung’s body heat. He’s had a long day and right now, at the cusp of sleep with his brain slowing down, he doesn’t really give a damn about the consequences. Right now, he has to know. He has to feel for himself.

There’s nothing but adrenaline running through his veins as he leans across Taehyung’s lap, placing one hand on the arm of the couch to steady himself before pressing his lips firmly onto Taehyung’s.

Kim Taehyung is so lost in his thoughts that it takes him half a second longer than it should have for him to realize that his lips are occupied, occupied with someone else’s lips to be exact. His eyes fly open, lashes fluttering against Jimin’s cheeks as he pulls away with a gasp.

Jimin looks like he’s half asleep, judging from the way he doesn’t jump off the couch and run out the house in embarrassment. He just blushes, a pretty pink dusting his cheeks. Taehyung’s brain is working overtime trying to process the unexpected turn in events as he just sits there and gapes at Jimin, who only blushes even harder.

“Ooookaaaaay.. I just fell asleep and this is one hell of a dream,” Taehyung groans, pinching his cheeks in disbelief.

“You’re not dreaming, idiot,” Jimin mumbles, reality finally catching up to him as he sits back on his knees and rubs at his burning cheeks. Taehyung opens and closes his mouth a couple times before giving up on speech and just staring at Jimin.

“What...” Jimin mumbles into his hand.

“What do you mean ‘what’?! Y-you what! What-- I-- Oh my god--” Taehyung sputters, completely bewildered.

“I.. I just.. I was.. curious….”

“Oh my god!! Curious?!”

“Why are you freaking out…”


Two curse words in one sentence? Double frustration. Jimin briefly thinks that he’s never seen his best friend so flustered. For a second it makes him a little smug seeing Taehyung so flustered because of him, but then he realizes that that’s a little weird and flushes scarlet.

“I just wanted to know,” he mutters.

“Wha-- What. Know w-what?” Taehyung’s eyes are wide, pupils blown.

“What it would feel like..”

“You. Y-you wanted to know. What it would feel like. …To kiss me?” Taehyung chokes out. He can’t believe this is happening right now.

“Um.. yeah...” Jimin squirms under Taehyung’s heavy gaze. Maybe he should have explained his feelings with words before diving headfirst into--

All his thoughts fly out the window when Taehyung pushes him down onto the sofa, expression impossible to read.

“Park Jimin, do you know what you’re doing to me,” Taehyung breathes into his ear.

“No-- yes-- Um--,” Jimin gasps, hands moving on their own accord and clutching Taehyung’s shirt.

“Taehyung I.. I d-don’t k-know if I’m r--”

“Idiot,” Taehyung mutters, pulling back. “I’m not gonna do anything to you.” Jimin doesn’t know if he feels relieved or disappointed.

“I.. should.. I need to go Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says, pulling Jimin’s hands off his shirt before standing up.

“B-but it’s raining so hard, can’t you just--”

“Uh. No. You can’t kiss me and then ask me to cuddle with you. A man only has so much self-restraint,” Taehyung smirks. “In case you haven’t
noticed, I like you a lot, Jimin-ah. There’s no way I would make it through the night without.. uh.. jumping your bones.”

Jimin blushes at Taehyung’s blunt words but nods in agreement.

“Let’s just sleep on it, yeah?” Taehyung says, making his way to the door with Jimin close behind.

“Okay,” Jimin sighs as he hands Taehyung an umbrella. The gravity of the evening hangs over both of them.

“Goodnight, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says, stepping out the door.

“Goodnight, Taehyung.” Jimin worries his lip. He still doesn’t want Taehyung to leave. “Call me, yeah?” he adds.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies softly.

“Of course, Jiminnie.”

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Jimin falls onto his bed, grimacing at the cold, slightly damp sheets. He wishes Taehyung had stayed. ‘Irrational’ he thinks to himself, but he wants it all the same. He pulls the comforter up higher, snuggling into it as much as he can before reaching up to flick the lamp off. He fiddles with his too-quiet phone for a long time, reminiscing about the times he used to curl up into Taehyung’s body (much, much warmer than the chilly bed), and Taehyung’s chest, his favorite pillow, thrumming with life under his head, and his fingers, stroking Jimin’s hair whenever he snaked his arms around Taehyung's torso in the middle of the night, unconsciously. Okay, well.. Jimin grins to himself. To be completely honest, half the time he was fully aware of what he was doing, what he wanted. But the only time he was bold enough to act on those feelings was in the deep of the night, when the air was laced with sleep and silence. He couldn’t bring himself to hug Taehyung so tightly, in bed at that, his hands entwined across his best friend’s abdomen, his face buried into Taehyung’s back, when he was wide awake. Especially when he wasn’t sure how Taehyung would react... although if the way Taehyung’s breath hitched every time was any sign, Jimin could make an educated guess about how far the whole thing could go. But he hadn’t been all too willing to venture into that kind of uncharted territory.
It was suffocating, not being able to come to terms with his feelings, becoming honest only when he was drunk on his dreams with Taehyung’s body flush against his. But Taehyung had never said anything. And neither had he. He couldn’t.

But this was as far as he could go. As far as they could both go. He had to face his feelings dead on. Jimin sighs deeply and stretches out on the cold bed. He wants Taehyung. That much is true. And it scares the living hell out of him.


Damn. He isn’t getting any sleep tonight.


When Taehyung had said he would call, Jimin was expecting it to be the next day. The next morning at the earliest. He doesn’t expect to wake up at 3 in the morning (oh, he actually fell asleep?), groaning at the obnoxious ringtone Taehyung had set for him last year and cursing at himself for forgetting to set his phone on vibrate. He gropes at his nightstand blindly before snatching the humming device and sleepily pulling it to his ear, rolling onto his side so his face isn’t smushed against the cold screen.
“Tae...” he yawns, “what-”

“Open the door.” Click.

Jimin blinks. Once, twice, thrice. Wait what? Open..? The door? It takes him a good ten seconds to process the request, but when he does, he jumps out of bed, stumbling over haphazardly strewn clothing, and half runs half skids across the carpet to yank the door open.

“Um.” Jimin opens the door to a fidgeting Taehyung who walks in, brushing past him without so much as a ‘hello’ or ‘sorry for the intrusion,’ or even the welcome explanation of ‘hey, the reason why I’m at your house at 3 in the morning is…’

By the time Jimin closes the door, Taehyung is plopped on his couch, tugging at his coat sleeve and running his hands through his hair. A complete nervous wreck.

“Tae.” Taehyung looks up at him, expression a sorry muddle of conflicting emotions.

“What.. what are you doing here?”

“Jimin.” He pauses and licks his lips. “I.. Um. Something. Something.. I have to... ask you.. I have something to ask you…?”

Jimin stares at him, disbelief and exasperation plain on his face. It definitely wasn’t the first time Taehyung had come over at odd hours in the morning. But then again, the other times they hadn’t kissed a few hours prior. What the hell.

“Spit it out, Tae. It’s 3 in the morning if you haven’t noticed, and I was having a fucking fantastic dream until ‘Let’s Go to the Mall’ so rudely woke me up.”

Jimin bites back the rest of his complaints when he notices Taehyung is barely listening, not even fazed by his snappy remark. Weird.

“Tae..?” he tries again, a little softer this time.

Taehyung stands up from the couch and walks across the room to stand in front of Jimin.

“Jimin-ah..” His hands find Jimin’s and he locks their fingers together, tugging Jimin closer, their faces inches apart. Taehyung closes his eyes, and Jimin can feel his racing pulse through their joined hands. He doesn’t know what’s happening, what’s wrong, if there even is something wrong, but he can feel how serious Taehyung is, so despite his thoughts screaming and running rampant inside his head, he stays as still as possible.

“If I had to go somewhere…”

Jimin gulps.

“If I had to leave for a while..”

What.. why?

Taehyung opens his eyes to stare into Jimin’s.

“Would you wait for me?”




“Would you?”

And then it’s quiet. Jimin hears nothing but Taehyung’s bated breath, the electricity, the anxiety coursing through his veins, Taehyung’s forehead, pressed against his as if to silence his thoughts. And it’s quiet. It’s quiet in the air, it’s quiet in their space, it’s quiet in his mind, and he doesn’t have to think anymore about something he’s thought about for years. It’s foolish, unnecessary thinking that has dragged this out for years. And Jimin wants to scream, to run, but the word that falls from his tongue as naturally as the changing of seasons is


Taehyung stops breathing.

And Jimin wants to backtrack, to apologize because ‘let me think about it a little more,’ but the second the word leaves his mouth he knows he means it. Because suddenly he’s not wondering why Taehyung is asking him this question right here, right now. It’s not 3 am anymore. There is no time. It’s just Taehyung. In his space. Asking him a question that they’ve both been afraid to ask. He’s mulled this over for years, mostly unconsciously and unwillingly, but he has, and he had thought that when the time came, he wouldn’t know. That he wouldn’t know how to answer. That he would hesitate. But he doesn’t. Because it’s Taehyung. And because Jimin..

Jimin loves Taehyung. He does. He has. He will. Always.

Taehyung bites his lip.

“Jiminnie, do you know what I’m asking?”

“I don’t want you to get involved with anyo-”

“I won’t.”
“Or even look at anyo-”

“I know.”
Taehyung swallows.

“I’m asking..” he falters, the gravity of his request making his voice waver.

“I’m asking you to be mine.”

Jimin pauses and Taehyung waits for it to end. He waits for Jimin to back out, for him to apologize and say that he’s not ready, to shake his head and say he can’t go through with it after all, and Taehyung waits. He waits to wake up from this dream because he’s not sure he’s hearing right, because Jimin is saying


“Yes, I know.”

“Mine as in, like, my boyfriend,” Taehyung reiterates slowly. Jimin pulls their interlocked fingers to his face, shyly pressing his lips equally slowly to each of Taehyung’s knuckles, eyes flickering up to gauge his expression. Taehyung can only stare back wide-eyed, Jimin’s light touch setting fire to his clammy hands.

“Always, yeah?”
“Y-yeah..” Taehyung stutters, relieved and ecstatic and bewildered all at once. Jimin finds himself thinking that he rather likes the expression on his best fr- boyfriend’s(?) face. It’s cute. Yeah, Tae was cute.

“But do amuse me, you said you would call, now show up at my doorstep at 3 in the morning and ask me out in my living room.”

Taehyung blushes, and pulls Jimin gently to the couch.

“I was offered an internship.”

“Oh? The one you were raving about last year?” Jimin reaches out to fit himself into Taehyung’s side, clutching at his thermal sweater and running his hand through Taehyung’s hair. Damn, was his hair always this soft?
“Yeah.. that one, I didn’t expect to get a reply..”

“The one..”
“In Sweden,” Taehyung finishes, voice on edge. “It’s for a month.”

“Mhm,” Jimin hums in reply.

“And it’s important to me.. but..”

Jimin frowns, turning to face him. “What do you mean, ‘but’? ‘But’ what.”


I don’t want to be away from you.”

Jimin stops ruffling Taehyung’s hair and pulls away.

“Why?” he asks, even though he thinks he knows the answer.

“Because..” Taehyung begins, licking his lips nervously.

“Because I love you.”

Jimin blushes, but Taehyung’s not finished yet.

“And I don’t like being away from you. Not being able to see you or hear you or touch you,”

“Tae, there is something called KakaoTalk, really useful,” Jimin assures him, although he leans in to wrap his arms around Taehyung’s waist and pull him closer on the couch.

“I know, but I don’t think I can bear it for a whole month, and-”

“Tae, it’s only a month, it’s not like it’s a year. It’s not forever,” Jimin rubs his fingers into Taehyung’s neck soothingly, trying his best to comfort him.

“But I wanted.. I needed to know that you would wait-”

Jimin places his hands on Taehyung’s cheeks and brings the boy’s lips onto his, silencing his stream of words permanently.

“I love you too.”

“Ah.. oh.. okay,” Taehyung replies, shock value of kissing still high even after the second time.

“Can.. um.. can we..”

“Do it again?” Jimin laughs, but the words haven’t finished leaving his mouth before Taehyung is kissing him properly, pushing him down onto the sofa in his haste, fingers finding their place tangled in his hair, his neck, and Jimin finds his hands gripping Taehyung’s shirt, eagerly pulling him in closer. And if kissing was a form of communication, Jimin is overwhelmed by the story this one tells, because the second he opens his mouth for Taehyung, he feels a dam breaking, a torrent of years of longing and unsaid confessions, heady arousal, desire, and relief, all drowning him under its waves. Taehyung may have started this conversation hesitantly, but he’s far from cautious now, licking into Jimin’s mouth hungrily and drawing small sighs from the boy pinned under him. When he finally pulls away, Jimin whimpers, their chests heaving, noses touching.
“Park Jimin,” Taehyung breathes, “don’t you dare let anyone touch you while I’m gone.”

Jimin laughs, tucking back a loose strand of Taehyung’s hair.

“I swear, if I even get a weird feeling, I will come right back.”

Jimin snorts at that. “Damn, I didn’t know you were so possessive, Taehyung-ssi.”

“And if Jungkook even looks at you, I will kill him.”

“What the hell. Jungkook? He and I are so not like that.”

“I don’t care. I’ll still kill him.”

“Oh my god, Tae, please!” Jimin laughs lightly. Taehyung settles on top of him and snuggles his face into the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“I’m so relieved that you’ll be here when I come back,” Taehyung murmurs sleepily into his skin, and Jimin smiles softly and belatedly wonders if he should take them to his bed. Taehyung is already drifting to sleep, his arms curled around Jimin’s torso, his head on Jimin’s chest, their familiar positions reversed for the night.

“I’ll wait for you,” Jimin whispers, pressing his lips onto his best friend’s cheek. ‘And not just for the internship,’ he adds mentally.


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Here is the smut epilogue to Waiting -> Waited Too Long

A little update for you all since I'm having a snow day. ^^