“Are you Kim Taehyung?” The stranger asks.
“Yes?” Taehyung blinks. “Yes, yes, I am.”
“I’m Park Jimin.” Park Jimin says, fidgeting in the half shadows of the living room, like he thinks Taehyung hasn’t heard his name before and will say sorry, who?.
“Oh!” Taehyung feels delighted. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Come here, come closer, step into the light.”
“I’ve, um, heard a lot about you too—you’re studying abroad, right? For your photography, it’s your major, right? That’s so cool.”
Park Jimin edges toward the screen and he is adorable. Park Jimin is just sticky sweet adorable, Taehyung thinks. Park Jimin’s hands barely stick out of his sleep shirt, his thick black hair is bed-messed, his face is a little puffy with sleep and Taehyung—
Taehyung is enraptured.
// or jimin and tae meet (while tae is abroad in nyc, even tho jimin is still in seoul, thru the magic of the internet and also jeongguk) and fall in every single kind of love there is and then they fall even more in love when tae gets back home and work through some miscommunications and feelings and doubts and end up happy happy happy
Bookmarked by sinamjiner
12 Oct 2018