Jimin passes a hand over his white t-shirt chuckling quietly to himself, marveling at Seokjin’s sense of humor. His hyung always manages to be really cute even when trying to prank someone. As planned, he’s wearing a simple and large white t-shirt, baggy black shorts and Timberlands to finish off the look. As far as pranks go, it’s rather mellow but when Seokjin suggested it; they all had a good laugh over it. Besides, nothing irritates Jeongguk more than his hyungs mocking his looks.
So what better way to wish him a happy birthday than to show up at his party all dressed with the trademark Jeon Jeongguk look. Especially when he insisted they all put on their best attires for the evening. Jimin really can’t wait to see the look on his face.
He looks back at the mirror, tilting his head slightly and running his eyes over his reflection critically. He adjusts the t-shirt one more time and tries not to be annoyed at how much it dwarfs him. He didn’t have any in his wardrobe so he had to borrow one from Taehyung and it’s kind of (totally) ridiculous how much bigger it looks on Jimin. It’s not like Tae is that much bigger, so why does Jimin look like he’s about to drown in white fabric? He rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. He’s still not used to the pink, not sure he likes the way it softens his features making him look younger and somehow chubbier. It’s only been two days though and the pink does look nice, even under the fluorescent lights of his bathroom.
Truth be told, he misses the blond already.
“The pink’s fine,” a low voice say from the side and Jimin jumps, banging his hand on the sink. He hisses and turns to glare at the source of his pain.
“I rue the day I gave you that damn key,” he says while shaking his hand. Taehyung is already halfway to his side by then, an apologetic smile on his face. He takes Jimin’s hand between his own and kisses Jimin’s forehead in apology.
“The pink looks good,” he reiterates and Jimin is mollified. Well, actually he was mollified as soon as he saw Taehyung’s contrite expression but no one needs to know that.
“Thanks,” he says leaning away and giving his best friend a smile. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. Do you have the gifts?”
“Yeah, they’re in the kitchen.”
“Okay I’ll grab them and you can get your keys and wallet.”
“Meet you at the door.”
And as they both head out of their building and into the dusk, neither of them notices that Taehyung grabbed the wrong bag and what a world of change this mishap will soon cause them.
When they get to Silver Spoon , the restaurant’s main entrance is closed and a small sign with the words Private Party greets them. Taehyung takes hold of Jimin’s hand and leads him to the side of the building and to the staff entrance. It’s a familiar route for Taehyung who’s worked every break in Seokjin’s five-star restaurant during his university years. Jimin has spent enough evenings, dead on his feet and on the verge of collapsing after dance practice, waiting for Taehyung by the very door they pass now. They bow to the bouncer, who Jimin notices is also wearing the trademark Jeongguk look.
“He’s going to hate this so much,” Taehyung giggles quietly and Jimin grins.
“He’ll be fuming all night,” Jimin giggles. “This is the best idea Seokjin hyung’s ever had.”
Usually the Silver Spoon is the kind of place your dad invites your mom to when he has something to be forgiven for or when he’s about to announce he lost millions in the stock market so this meal will be their last fancy one. It’s the kind of place that should make you feel out of place and dressed down if it weren’t for Seokjin and his lively and warm personality. It’s a big place, intimidating with a lot of polished wood, a lot of crystal and a string quartet playing Mozart and Chopin with the kind of enthusiasm children show to spinach.
Despite its appearances, it’s still one of Jimin’s favorite places in Seoul.
Tonight, all the fancy silverware and table cloth have been put away, the tables pushed to the back to leave room for the dance floor and the string quartet has been replaced by one Jeongguk’s favourite DJs. The chandeliers look completely wrong illuminating people dressed like first year university students who have three essays and an empty fridge waiting for them at home.
It’s ridiculously perfect.
When Jimin and Taehyung enter the main room, some Justin Bieber song is playing and guests are mingling about, all wearing the same outfit, give a take a few differences. Jimin spots Yugyeom and Jaehyun taking a selfie and then laughing their heads off, pointing at their outfits.
There aren’t a lot of people, Jeongguk doesn’t do acquaintances but the twenty or so people in the room have all followed Seokjin’s instructions and the only one not wearing the white t-shirt and black short combination is the birthday boy himself. Jeongguk is wearing a dark blue suit that fits him like sin and a black and silky shirt that somehow makes him look even better than usual. He should look out of place dressed so formally compared to the rest of them but this is Jeongguk; the kid hasn’t heard of looking bad… ever. Still, Jimin can’t help the full belly laugh that escapes him when he notices Jeongguk, a flute of champagne in his hand, glaring at Seokjin in a particularly vicious way.
Taehyung leads them to their table, Jimin still laughing and following like always.
“This is your idea. I don’t know how to prove it but I know this is all you and I intend to exact revenge,” Jeongguk is saying to Seokjin when they stop by the table. Seokjin is too busy laughing, red in the face with glee, to answer. Jimin’s amusement only intensifies when he hears the screeching quality of his hyung’s laughter and the way Jeongguk angrily sips at his champagne.
“Happy twenty-fifth birthday, Guk,” Taehyung half yells. Jeongguk’s face softens a little at that and Taehyung beams harder. It’s really hard to stay angry when the full force of Taehyung’s smile is on you. Jimin should know, he’s failed at it so many times.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jeongguk answers. “You can put the bag over there,” he adds, pointing to a table in the far corner where a small mountain of gifts have been deposited. Hoseok is standing guard over there, a fruity cocktail in his hand. Jimin calls out his name, waving. He’s expecting Hoseok to bound over to them and hug them, spilling his drink in the process but Jimin’s a little surprised when all he gets in answer to his excited greeting is a little wave and a small smile from his usually sunny friend. He turns to throw a questioning look at Yoongi but the other man is looking down at his drink, shoulders stiff. When he looks over at Seokjin and Namjoon, they’re both shaking their heads, eyes wide with warning.
It’s Jeongguk who finally explains.
“Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung are not on speaking terms,” he says and although his words are careless, there’s worry and sympathy in his tone.
Jimin’s heart drops to his stomach and next to him, Taehyung gasps quietly. They both turn to look at Yoongi.
“Hyung,” Jimin whispers but despite the music and the noise of the party around them, Yoongi still hears him.
He fixes them all with an unwavering look. It’s hard but his lips attempt to smile.
“It’s nothing,” which means it’s not nothing but this is Yoongi so Jimin isn’t going to push. “We’re not going to make a big deal out of it, especially not on Guk’s birthday. Understood?”
Jimin aches for him. He looks so small somehow; when Yoongi has never looked anything other than twenty feet tall to him.
“Understood,” Taehyung replies but he still squeezes Jimin’s hand. Whether he’s offering comfort or seeking it, Jimin isn’t sure but he still grips Tae’s hand tighter, always grateful for his best friend.
Uncertainty has settled at the pit of his stomach and he can’t shake off its grip. Yoongi and Hoseok have been an item for as long as he’s known them. Back when he was still in university, juggling school, dance classes and varying jobs, there was at least one constant: Yoongi and Hoseok were inseparable. Despite being the oldest, Seokjin often joked that they were the parents of their little group. The only thing surer than their relationship is the feeling of comfort brought by Taehyung’s hand in his. So he squeezes it one more time and tries to shake off the anxiety lining along his ribs.
“Come on,” Taehyung pulls on his hand and leads him to the buffet. “Let’s eat!” And while the idea of food doesn’t sound appealing right now, he can’t help but fall into step with Taehyung and smile at him.
Three hours later, Jimin’s stomach is so full he’s sure Taehyung is going to have to roll him to their building later. A few people are dancing, however most of the guests have settled around tables and are just enjoying the food and the company. Jimin, Taehyung and Jeongguk (whose jacket disappeared around 9 P.M) made good use of the impromptu dance floor and it felt so good Jimin almost couldn’t breathe from laughing so much.
Between lesson plans and dance classes, Jimin forgets sometimes what’s like to just have fun. Let loose and embrace the moment. He’s forgotten what it feels like to stand between Taehyung and Jeongguk on a dance floor and let the music transport them. It feels so good, he almost feels like a completely different person, which is strange since he only feels like he’s most himself dancing with his friends. He’s sweaty, well fed and his belly aches from laughing so much. His ears ring with Taehyung’s laughter and Jeongguk’s teasing and he can see his hyungs at their table watching them with smiles on their faces. Jimin feels like he could burst, he’s so happy.
When he’s not dancing with them, Jeongguk is busy being the social butterfly he so rarely is, catching up with university friends and colleagues. Now, the party’s dwindled down enough that people have reached the stage where they’re too lazy to move beyond reaching for their glass or a snack. The seven friends have stuck to each other for the night but no one really minds, it’s how it always goes in the rare occasions where their group has to mingle with other people.
To sum up: Jimin and Taehyung met on their first year of university. They both planned on becoming teachers so they were in almost every class together. Taehyung, whose parents were absurdly rich and had connections all over Seoul, had found a job in one of the city’s most famous restaurants, Silver Spoon, owned by the charismatic and talented chef Kim Seokjin. Seokjin also happened to employ Hoseok who later hooked Jimin to dance classes where they both met Jeongguk, a Bussan kid just like Jimin. With Hoseok came Yoongi of course and with Yoongi came Yoongi’s best friend (although if you asked Yoongi, the title would be Hoseok’s. If you asked Yoongi all the titles would be Hoseok’s.) Namjoon.
It took eighteen months for the group to be complete and for them to be absolutely at ease with each other. Along the years, things have changed, relationships evolved and shifted (whatever the fuck was happening between Jeongguk and Seokjin remained a mystery to everyone including the two of them) but the seven of them were the constant of Jimin’s adult life; his newfound family that carried him and his burdens without complaint or reproach.
It was more precious to him than he could put into words.
“Hyung… the food… I could marry you!” Namjoon says with difficulty, drowsy from the food and the alcohol.
“Not if I marry him first,” Jimin argues.
Jeongguk sends them both a glare and pulls Seokjin closer. He hooks his chin over one of their hyung’s appealing shoulders and closes his eyes.
“No one is marrying anyone,” he says like he’s not basically marking his territory. “Well,” he amends, “except you two of course,” he points at Jimin and Taehyung without opening his eyes. Jimin doesn’t even roll his eyes; at this point it’s not really worth the effort. Jeongguk’s favorite hobby is making fun of Taehyung and Jimin’s friendship.
“We’ve discussed it and while fiscally it would be advantageous, the whole not being attracted to each other would become an issue eventually,” Taehyung says, casually plopping a mini croissant in his mouth and waggling his eyebrows at Jeongguk. How he can still eat is beyond Jimin.
“Besides I like Taehyung too much to date him,” Jimin explains, throwing Taehyung a smile. Taehyung replies by shoving a mini croissant in Jimin’s mouth.
“Isn’t dating what you’ve been doing for the past eight years?” Hoseok teases. He’s sitting on Taehyung’s other side and while he’s been somewhat subdued for most of the evening, he’s joined them an hour ago and managed to smile enough to appease his friends. Jimin suspects it’s for Jeongguk’s sake. Despite the teasing, Jimin reaches over and cups the back of his neck. Hoseok looks over, a blinding, warm smile on his lips. He blows Jimin a kiss and a look full of understanding and gratitude.
“God! I hope not because I’ve had sex with other people,” Taehyung says, eyes wide and twinkling.
Jimin laughs. “It’s okay, Taetae, so did I.”
“Gukkie’s just upset he didn’t dress appropriately,” Namjoon jokes and Jeongguk sighs, snuggling closer to Seokjin.
“Whatever. I’ve seen married couples act less married.”
“You’re like twelve. How do you know married couples?” Yoongi pipes up. Under Jimin’s hand, Hoseok’s neck tightens and when he looks at his friend, Hoseok is looking down at his glass, a half smile on his lips; a mere shadow of the real thing that looks sad and yearning all at once. Jimin’s fingers rub the skin there.
Seokjin yelps suddenly and when Jimin turns to him, he finds the oldest rubbing his side while Jeongguk smiles cheekily. They start bickering and it doesn’t take long for everyone else to join in. So, business as usual for them. Yoongi finally settles everything by gathering everyone around the gift table and unceremoniously pushing Jeongguk towards his presents.
Jimin pulls out his phone and starts recording. He chuckles when he realizes Hoseok, Seokjin and Taehyung have done the same thing. Jeongguk leaves their presents for later and no one questions it. Jimin’s heart feels heavy looking at the flush on Jeongguk’s cheeks and the gleeful twinkle in his eyes; the kind of heavy that leaves imprints of happiness behind, the kind that seeps into the very fabric of your soul. He stands between Taehyung and Hoseok who are both howling with laughter at Seokjin’s running commentary. Yoongi and Namjoon are on each side of their youngest friend, their baby in so many ways, all three of them giggling like children. Jimin feels a pulse of joy so intense, the hand holding his phone starts to shake.
When Jeongguk is done with the presents, Hoseok goes to help Seokjin with the cake (although calling that masterpiece merely a cake feels unfair to Jimin) and once Jeongguk blows his twenty-five candles and everyone eats their piece, the party pretty much dies.
When Seokjin sends the last of his employees home and the last of the guests have left, the seven of them gather around their Table. It’s their Table (capitalized) because the first time they all met at the restaurant after closing time, Namjoon and his ungodly long limbs managed to fall face first onto it, thus baptizing it and making it theirs.
Jimin all but falls into Taehyung, letting his head rest on his shoulder and closing his eyes while Yoongi brings over the last of the presents. He knows Taehyung will nudge him when Jeongguk starts opening his presents which he does not a minute later.
Seokjin gets him a coupon to dine in his restaurant with three other people which, of course, raises a lot of protests.
“How is he going to choose only three of us?” Taehyung argues.
“This is so cheap, Hyung,” Jeongguk protests.
“Don’t we come to this place enough?” Yoongi laments.
“Be quiet, you tasteless fools!” Seokjin finally bellows and Jimin crumples into Taehyung’s side, giggling.
“You’re like rich or whatever, couldn’t you have actually gotten me something?” Jeongguk mumbles. It’s not quite a pout because Jeongguk doesn’t pout but why would he need those tactics when they’re all ready to jump in front of train for him anyways?
Seokjin leans over and whispers something in Jeongguk’s ear that has him blushing ever so slightly. Seokjin leans back with a soft smile and Jeongguk laughs quietly.
“Yeah, of course, hyung,” he says and smiles at Seokjin in a way that makes Jimin want to cover his eyes.
He would make a comment about how it’s unfair that he and Taehyung are always getting shit for their close friendship but Seokjin and Jeongguk get to do stuff like this and no one reacts. It would ruin the mood though and wipe that smile off the birthday boy’s face. So Jimin keeps quiet, making a mental note to complain to Taehyung about it later.
After Seokjin’s gift comes Yoongi’s which is a beautiful watch. Hoseok got him tickets to an upcoming Tinashe concert. Namjoon went for the traditional but always appreciated video game. And then it’s finally Taehyung and Jimin’s turn and while they didn’t buy their gifts together, Jimin still put them in the same bag for convenience sake and also because, sometimes, Taehyung was a bit air-headed.
Except, when Jeongguk looks inside the bag he shoots them a strange look. He pulls out a pair of underwear and silence falls around the table before Yoongi bursts out laughing and is soon followed by the other four. Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock and Jimin drops his head on the table.
“Um… what the fuck?” Jeongguk says chuckling lightly while Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Seokjin are still laughing like hyenas.
“You grabbed the wrong bag,” Jimin groans.
“I grabbed the wrong bag,” Taehyung confirms.
Jimin straightens up and punches Taehyung on the arm.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, managing to include both Jimin and Jeongguk in his apology. Jimin sighs and turns to Jeongguk with a shrug. “That was the only bag in the kitchen!” He defends, voice still contrite.
Jimin ignores him and looks at Jeongguk. “Come by tomorrow, I’ll give you the right bag. And I’ll make you hot chocolate.”
Jeongguk never refuses hot chocolate; especially not Jimin’s but there’s a strangely intense look on his face as he watches Jimin and Taehyung.
“You know what? I still want something tonight. It is my birthday after all.”
The look on his face, calculating and excited, makes Jimin narrow his eyes.
“Anyth-,” Taehyung starts to say but Jimin punches him again to shush him.
Silence falls over the group and everyone is looking back between the three of them like they’re watching a tennis match.
“What do you want, brat?” Jimin asks, eyes narrowing further and lips pursed.
There’s a pregnant pause in which Jimin and Jeongguk asses each other and the rest of them lean forward apprehensively. Things could get out of hand fairly easily and the restaurant is already a mess, Seokjin doesn’t need more work.
“I want you,” Jeongguk points at Jimin, “to kiss him,” he says slowly, index finger now aimed at Taehyung.
“Ooooooooh,” their elders say in chorus.
“Ah, seriously?” Taehyung says with a roll of his eyes.
“Guk, stop messing around!” Jimin scoffs.
“I’m not. I want you to kiss him and then look me straight in the eyes and say you only feel friendship for him.”
“I don’t need to kiss him for that,” Taehyung interjects. He makes a show of looking Jeongguk straight in the eye, leaning over the table and knocking over an empty beer bottle until he’s nose to nose with the younger man. “I don’t have romantic feelings for Jimin.”
Jimin joins them, leaning over Taehyung’s shoulders and looking at Jeongguk straight in the eye. (Taehyung tries to hide a laugh but only ends up snorting right into Jeongguk’s face) “I. Have. No. Romantic. Feelings. For. Kim. Taehyung,” Jimin enunciates clearly.
Jeongguk puts a hand on their faces and pushes them away. When they’re back in their chairs, he crosses his arms over the table and leans on them. “Maybe you need a little push in the right direction,” he says with one of his small smiles.
Jimin really hates that smile. It never bodes well for him.
“Maybe you need to stop watching dramas,” Namjoon says and Jimin nods in agreement.
“Friendship is a thing. Platonic feelings exist. You should look it up.” Taehyung says.
“Yeah, not everything has to be about sex,” Hoseok points out.
“I understand friendship,” Jeongguk argues. “This?” he says waving a hand between Taehyung and Jimin, “I don’t get.”
“Maybe Jimin and I are special. Maybe we’re the chosen ones,” Taehyung grins over at Jimin who can’t help but grin back. What a good egg that Kim Taehyung.
Jeongguk ignores him. “Don’t tell you’ve never thought about it.”
Jimin refuses to look away or blush because that would be a sign of weakness and the Jeonhound would pounce and never let go of his bones. It’s not that he has feelings for Taehyung or even that he’s attracted to him, it really isn’t. It’s never been like this between them and Jimin really loves that about their friendship.
Taehyung has never looked at Jimin like that and the knowledge that Taehyung loves him for him and only him and not his body has always been a source of comfort for Jimin. Taehyung is safe in a way that no one has ever been before. And it’s not like his other friends have made him feel objectified or wrong but Jimin has kind of always been known as the muscle pig, the sexy one in the group. The one with the most conquests and the ‘complicated’ past. It’s one of those things that’s been following him around since university and he hasn’t quite managed to shake it off yet.
Taehyung has never participated in those jokes, never made Jimin feel anything but comfortable and right. It’s not that his other friends don’t get him; it’s just that Taehyung does without Jimin needing to explain. It’s not that he likes his other friends any less but maybe what he and Taehyung share is the most important relationship in his life and he’s really not ready to play with that.
That being said, Taehyung mouth is a work of art and Jimin has, maybe in his odd days, thought about it in less than platonic ways. Perhaps, he has even thought about pressing his own lips to them, for scientific purposes alone. Out of sheer curiosity, and only when he’s going through a dry spell.
“Of course I have,” Taehyung announces without care. Jimin whips around to look at him, mouth hanging open. “What? Don’t look at me like that! It’s natural!”
“I’ve never thought about kissing Jimin,” Hoseok teases.
Taehyung looks at him with a frown. “One, that’s a bold faced lie, I’m sure of it and two, Jimin’s lips are made to be kissed, just look at them,” he accentuates this statement by pointing directly at Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin swats his hand away, while simultaneously laughing and fighting a blush.
“True,” Seokjin says, probably just to get a rise out of Jeongguk who does turn to glare at him.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin smiles at Seokjin who winks.
“Anyways, what do you have to gain from them kissing?” Yoongi suddenly asks. Jimin’s surprised he hasn’t dozed off. This isn’t the type of conversation that generally stimulates him.
“Honestly at this point? Just peace of mind. And also, I’m really curious.”
“Dude, that’s… kinda weird,” Taehyung says.
Jeongguk shrugs and fixes them with an expectant stare.
“Oh god, he’s serious,” Jimin hears Hoseok mumble.
Jimin turns to look at Taehyung only to find the other man already looking at him. There’s a grin teasing the edge of Taehyung’s mouth and Jimin starts laughing again out of sheer incredulity.
“You’re not seriously considering this!”
“You know I love kissing,” Taehyung says with a shrug.
“But this is me!”
“I’m sure you’re very kissable.”
Jimin laughs harder.
“Are you going to kiss or are you going to owe me a lifetime debt for forgetting my birthday presents?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “It’s just a kiss, Jiminie.”
Jimin considers this. It would be just a kiss. Jimin has kissed a lot of people in his life and while all of those experiences weren’t exactly pleasant, none of them left him scarred for life either. Plus, this is Taehyung. There’s no way one little kiss could change anything between them.
He turns to Jeongguk who’s waiting with a smug grin on his face. Jimin stares at him seriously. “One kiss and you’ll never tease us again. Ever.”
Jeongguk pulls a face like the idea alone seems inconceivable. “You’re both dorks, of course I’m going to keep teasing you.”
“You know what I mean! You’ll never make fun of our friendship again.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now kiss!”
“Ugh, fine,” Jimin concedes and turns to face Taehyung fully. He does the same. They start to lean in but Hoseok suddenly yells.
“Wait!” he scrambles to his feet and comes to stand behind Seokjin, presumably to get a better view. “Okay, now go!” Jimin rolls his eyes but faces Taehyung again.
“Make it a good one,” Jeongguk says. “I won’t be satisfied with a mere peck. I want to see some action.”
“Okay, you’ve turned full on perv, kid. You need to calm down,” Namjoon drawls.
“Will you shut the fuck up already? I want to go home,” Yoongi complains.
“When this is over,” Jimin says leaning in again, “we’re never speaking to any of them.”
Taehyung chuckles, low and quiet, leaning so close that Jimin can feel his breath on his cheek. It’s not a new sensation but the circumstances are different and something woozy travels through Jimin.
“Let’s run away together, Chimchim,” Taehyung says full of affection and vitality. Before he has time to think about the strange and new sensations coursing through him, there is no more distance between them and Taehyung’s lips are on his.
There’s half a second where everything is blank and nothing happens but then Taehyung’s lips settle over his and Jimin is lost. Taehyung is so warm and soft, gentle in everything he does but this is something utterly new and different. This feels, even in the careful way Taehyung kisses him, electrifying. His lips fit over Jimin’s so perfectly and without any efforts. Jimin is so surprised that he stays unmoving for a while, letting Taehyung lead.
He starts off slowly, simply brushing his lips over Jimin until Jimin is almost breathless and wanting, leaning forward in his seat and reaching up for more. Taehyung takes the hint and settles more firmly over Jimin. He pulls Jimin’s lower lip between his own in a slow drag that has Jimin opening his eyes in surprise. Taehyung does it again with Jimin’s top lip, even slower this time, softly sucking on it like it’s the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. The soft pressure tingles all the way down to Jimin’s toes. He’s reeling from the onslaught of sensations currently assaulting him. It’s like every single nerve ending in his body is suddenly attuned to Taehyung’s lips and only them.
When Taehyung releases his lip, they pull away for a moment, like they’re savoring this first taste. Jimin’s eyes are still open and he gets struck dumb by the way Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones. When he finally opens his eyes, there’s a look in his them that Jimin has never seen before and that makes heat curl and spread inside him.
Taehyung brings his hands to cup Jimin’s face carefully and tilts his head to the side. One of his thumbs comes to press against Jimin’s lower lip, pulling it down slightly and something hungry claws at Jimin’s throat. They look at each other for a heated, suspended second before Jimin fists one of his hands on Taehyung’s t-shirt and pulls him down for more.
Jimin thinks that he’ll be more coherent this time and he won’t be passive but the moment Taehyung lips connect with his, everything is wiped clean and there’s not much left of Jimin’s mind, and certainly not coherency. It’s just a lot of screeching that can be visually translated as an unending series of exclamation points.
What the fuck is going on?
He opens his mouth, half in surprise and half because he’s actually losing it and Taehyung slips him the tongue which renders any and all brain activity invalid. Jimin, honest to God, moans as Taehyung gently licks into his mouth and if he had any brain space for it, he’d have heard Hoseok shrieking and Seokjin whistling. All he can focus on though is the sensuous way Taehyung lips are strategically conquering and consuming all his senses. Taehyung is currently all he can hear, smell, feel and taste and it seems like his body is fully on board with this concept.
Jimin let’s go then; he let’s his body take control and let’s himself drown in the feeling. He bites down on Taehyung’s lip and slowly licks into his mouth, enjoying the warmth of Taehyung’s tongue meeting his own and reveling in the low hum in the back of Taehyung’s throat.
The longer they kiss, the more intense it gets which really isn’t the way it’s supposed to go. Not that Jimin has spent too much time thinking about kissing his best friend but this isn’t the way he’d have thought things would go, at all. Instead of boring or perhaps even disgusting, he gets feverish and passionate. Instead of lukewarm he gets fucking butterflies.
Jeongguk is going to pay for this.
The thought of their friend makes reality suddenly come crashing down on him. He pulls away abruptly. The loud, wet sound their lips make as they separate is ridiculous and hot at the same time and Jimin is blushing even before he opens his eyes.
Because he had his eyes closed again like a fucking moron.
There’s a bit of silence where all Jimin can hear is Taehyung’s heavy breathing and all he can see are Taehyung’s shinning lips.
That’s your spit , his brain unhelpfully provides. His lips are shining because you’ve been sucking them like a starved dog gnaws on a bone .
“This is actually hilarious,” Yoongi says.
“Holy shit!” Seokjin mutters.
“This really isn’t how I thought it would go,” Namjoon adds.
“This is the best birthday ever!” Jeongguk chirps while actually clapping, the bastard!
Jimin is looking at Taehyung, eyes wide and lips tingling. Taehyung is looking at Jimin, cheeks flushed, lips bruised red and breathing heavily.
“Um,” he says and Jimin wants to kiss him again.
Well, fuck .
When they get back to their building, Taehyung pushes in the code and opens the door for Jimin. He offers a tight smile as Jimin passes the threshold and Jimin really wishes he could go back in time and grab the right bag.
His stupid lips are still tingling.
They climb the stairs to their floor in silence. They moved here the summer after they graduated. Jimin works in the elementary school right around the corner while Taehyung’s kindergarten is just a few blocks away. The dance studio where Jimin gives a ballet class for little ones is a bit farther away but Jimin doesn’t mind taking the subway. There couldn’t find a two-bedroom apartments so they settled for living on the same landing. Independent but still close. Jimin’s gone home with Taehyung so many times, climbed these stairs with Taehyung hanging off his shoulders or with Jimin on his back because he was too tired from dance practice. How many nights have they taken this route, talking about the kids from school, lesson plans and school inspections? Too many times to count in a lifetime alone.
He walked this line so many times but tonight he feels drunk - which, admittedly, he is – and as though the line has been drawn by a toddler.
His lips are still tingling.
When they get to their doors (opposite from each other) Jimin looks at Taehyung for the first time since they left the restaurant. It’s awkward. All of it feels slightly askew and new but what’s really strange and scary is that Jimin feels fluttery looking at his best friend. He wants and that’s not something he’s used to feeling about Taehyung. He was never supposed to feel like this about his best friend.
It’s not the first time he’s ever felt awkward around Taehyung; Jimin used to be pretty socially inept efore university and Taehyung helped him loosen up. However, it’s been such a long time that it almost feels like the first time. Taehyung has a sheepish look on his face and Jimin definitely doesn’t spend too long looking at the way he chews on his bottom lip. Because that’s wrong and not platonic and the line needs to go back to being straight and not... tingly.
“We should talk about this,” Taehyung says, his voice quiet and hopeful. It fills Jimin with jitters.
“You’re a good kisser, Tae,” he forces out a laugh. “No need to brag.”
Taehyung smiles, a little bashfully and a lot warm and Jimin feels his heartbeat quicken. It’s such a pretty smile and Jimin knew that already but he’s kissed that mouth now and he appreciates it differently and a bit too much.
“You’re a good kisser, too.” Taehyung steps closer, the smile slowly dropping off his face. “Really good kisser,” he adds, his eyes definitely not on Jimin’s eyes and at a -10 on the platonic scale.
“Taehyung?” Jimin’s voice comes out unsteady.
“It was really good, wasn’t it, Jimin-ah?”
Jimin’s never lied to Taehyung; he isn’t about to start now. “Yeah,” he breathes, very aware that Taehyung has taken another step closer. None of this is platonic, least of all the way Jimin shivers at the intense look on Taehyung’s face.
“I’d even go as far as saying that it was the best kiss I’ve ever gotten,” he stops moving a few inches away from Jimin, the tip of his Timberlands touching the tip of Jimin’s.
“I wouldn’t-,” Jimin starts ut Taehyung’s eyes harden ever so slightly, cutting off any alternative facts trying to pass his lips.
“The best,” Taehyung insists, eyes sharp and wholly focused on him.
Jimin, backed into a corner and yet unwilling to disengage, rolls his eyes. “Fine! Okay! It was… sublime,” if he sounds irritated and like the words are costing him it’s because it’s the truth. “As far as first kisses go, this was the Mona Lisa or that other one you like so much!”
Taehyung’s smile blooms on his face like a sunrise. “Gustav Klimt.”
“Yeah, him,” Jimin is smiling, he’s not even trying to fight it and it’s all so terrible. Why does Taehyung have to be so amazing? Even at kissing. “It was just a kiss, Taetae.”
The smile dims slightly. “I know. I just thought, maybe if you were okay with it and since it was Klimtian and all that, we could do it one more time?” the impish smile he sends Jimin is only annoying because it’s awfully cute.
“You’re not serious.”
“I am. Please, Jiminie, just one last time.”
“Because it was great, maybe even perfect and I want to know if it was just a fluke or if it was…,” he stops and stares at Jimin’s lips in a way that makes Jimin fists his hands, yearning to hold and be held. He feels rooted to the spot; Taehyung’s usually soft brown eyes have a hypnotic quality to them right now and Jimin… Jimin wants so fucking much.
“If it was?” Jimin prompts, throat dry.
Taehyung’s eyes glitter with shameless fondness and it knocks the wind out of Jimin. “You,” Taehyung finishes. His lips are parted and Jimin can see a glimpse of pink tongue. His knees go weak remembering how that tongue turned him into a witless moron.
“Oh,” he breathes out, nails digging into his palms. He’s never refused Taehyung anything and if he’s honest with himself, he really wants to kiss him again too. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung sounds surprised but he’s already leaning in.
“Yeah,” Jimin whispers against his mouth.
The first brush is as tantalizing as he remembers. Jimin unclenches his fingers and wraps his arms around Taehyung shoulders, bringing him closer. Earlier in the restaurant, they were sitting on opposite chairs and apart from Taehyung cupping his face, the only parts of them touching were their mouths. Having Taehyung’s chest pressed against his own sends a jolt of desire so strong down his spine, Jimin inhales sharply.
Taehyung smells and tastes so good, Jimin wants to eat him whole.
Taehyung is sucking on his bottom lip again, teeth dragging against Jimin’s skin, making Jimin’s tummy freefall.
“God, Jimin,” he bites on his bottom lip and Jimin’s breath hitches. “How?”
“I don’t know! Shut up, just kiss me, I don’t care. Feels so good,” Jimin babbles before licking into Taehyung’s mouth.
“So, so good,” Taehyung replies right before he sucks Jimin’s tongue into his mouth, promptly obliterating the platonic line. Fragments of the line are scattered on the floor along with Jimin’s self control.
They kiss for a while. How much of a while? Jimin’s not sure but he knows that by the time Taehyung releases his lips, they are both hard in their shorts and there are a few bruises blooming on Taehyung’s neck. Jimin is pressed flat against his door, Taehyung pretty much molded to his frame. His arms are wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist and this is so different from the million of hugs they shared in the past. There’s something heady and scorching about the way Taehyung’s fingers dig into his back. They’re both breathing heavily and Jimin feels dizzy, coiled tight and unsteady.
Taehyung drops his head on Jimin’s shoulder. Whether he’s tired or trying to hide his face, Jimin’s not sure but he still brings a hand to his best friend’s hair and cards his fingers there. The comfort seems to be appreciated since Taehyung squeezes him closer and nuzzles into his neck.
“Not a fluke?” Jimin asks, voice barely recognizable.
“Not a fluke,” Taehyung confirms.
When he finally gets inside his apartment, trailing shoes and clothes behind him, he spots the bag with Jeongguk's gifts sitting on his bed.
He groans and flops down on it.
The next morning, Jimin stays in bed longer than he needs to. He forgoes his Sunday morning jog, ignores his phone and focuses on important things such as how to erase the last twenty four hours from his memory and move on with his life.
He definitely does not waste any time marveling over the shape of Taehyung’s mouth and the magical abilities his tongue possess because last night was a once in a lifetime thing and he does not want a repeat performance.
So what if he and Taehyung’s mouth have chemistry? That’s just how things are between them. They just work. He’s not about to throw away almost a decade of friendship because Taehyung turned out to be a master kisser. That would be stupid and frankly, inconsiderate. He owes their friendship more respect.
He concentrates on the line and starts picking up its pieces one by one.
When the clock indicates 11, the longest Jimin’s ever stayed in bed, he rolls over and grabs his phone from the bedside table. He ignores the various texts; he knows seventy percent of them are going to be Jeongguk giving him shit. The other thirty percent are going to be from his hyungs doing variation of exactly that.
He pulls out his gallery and scrolls through the pictures and videos from last night. He makes a mental note to develop the one that Yugyeom took of the seven of them so that Seokjin can add it to his family wall in the restaurant. Noticing that the whatsapp folder has new additions to it he opens it and spends a few minutes going through them, smiling like a loon.
His scrolling comes to an abrupt stop when he stumbles upon one of the pictures Hoseok sent him. It’s blurry and rather dark and you can barely make out the rest of the people in the picture but the central focus makes Jimin’s fingers tighten around his phone.
Taehyung and Jimin are dancing, one of Taehyung’s legs is between Jimin’s and his arms are wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist. Jimin has his head thrown back in laughter, the light shining over his sweaty throat and Taehyung’s mouth is wide open in glee and his eyes are half crescent of happiness.
It’s not a particularly hot or flattering picture; in fact it looks exactly like what Jimin and Taehyung are: friends. But Jimin still has the memory of Taehyung’s fervent kisses filtering his gaze and all he can think about, looking at this picture, is that they look damn good together.
Like, really good.
He closes the tab and pulls out his private conversation with Hoseok. He needs a distraction and despite everything that happened last night, part of him is still worried about his hyungs.
Tiny dancer :
Good morning hyung!
Sunshine hyung :
Morning. I’m on my way. Muffins or waffles?
Tiny dancer :
You’re literally my favorite ever
Sunshine hyung :
Yeah right. Answer the question.
Why did I bother asking? Make me hot chocolate.
Aye, aye Captain!
See you in a bit.
Jimin jumps out of ed and in the shower. He then airs out the apartment and starts on the hot chocolate. He’s just finished pouring the beverage in the mugs when his intercom rings.
“Come on up, hyung!” he calls while buzzing Hoseok in.
He opens the door and determinedly avoids looking at Taehyung’s door. At least, that door remained untouched; he can’t say the same for his own door. Taehyung’s door is still safely in platonic territory.
Hoseok appears down the corridor before Jimin’s plan of changing doors can solidify. His heart shaped smile is a comfort like no other and the feeling is only intensified when Jimin notices the bag full of goodies his friend is carrying.
Jimin hugs him close before leading him to his small living room where their cups of hot chocolate are waiting for them. Hoseok settles on the sofa and divides the food while Jimin runs back to the kitchen for cinnamon and whipped cream.
They wolf down their breakfast making small talk while Jimin carefully looks his friend over. Outwardly nothing seems out of place. Hoseok is immaculately dress, there isn’t a hair out of place and his smile even reaches his eyes. But Jimin sees the dark circle under his eyes, notices the slight tremble of his fingers as he cuts into his waffle and feels how tense Hoseok’s shoulders are every time he throws his arm around him.
He waits until they’re done with their food, gets rid of the trash before pouring them another cup of hot chocolate. He adds extra whipped cream to Hoseok’s cup and his friend smiles at him gratefully.
They settle comfortably on the couch, one of Jimin’s bent knees resting on Hoseok’s lap. His friend sighs against his cup and closes his eyes, fatigue etched into every one of his features.
“You want to talk about it?”
“I’ll probably cry,” Hoseok says with a sad chuckle, opening his eyes and then sipping on his drink. Jimin puts his mug on the coffee table and lays his head on Hoseok’s shoulders. He feels more than hears the shuddery exhale his friend lets out. “It’s so stupid,” Hoseok adds sounding defeated.
“He and Namjoon got an offer to work for a label in L.A,” Hoseok starts and Jimin’s head flies up.
“What? That’s amazing, hyung!”
Hoseok nods but his eyes are watering and the smile on his face is so shaky, it can barely be called that. “For six months.”
Jimin’s smile drops. “Oh.”
“No! You don’t understand, I want him to go. This is such a great opportunity. He’s waited so long for something like this.” Hoseok’s eyes soften and a few tears escape. He quickly wipes them away and clears his throat. “I want him to go.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“He thinks I’m too happy to let him go. He thinks I’m eager to be alone again. He thinks the past will repeat itself.”
At that, Jimin finally understands. Before Yoongi, Hoseok was in a committed long distance relationship that ended terribly and that left Hoseok broken for a long time.
“It’s not the same thing though,” Jimin counters. “This is you and Yoongi hyung. As sure as the rising sun,” Jimin tries to smile but Hoseok shakes his head.
“He won’t hear any of it. He’s refusing to even consider it which is such bullshit! He’s jeopardizing his future and Namjoon’s who’s refusing to go without Yoongi.”
“Told you it was stupid!”
Jimin wraps both arms around Hoseok’s shoulders and smushes his nose to his cheek. It has the intended effect and his friend laughs, albeit in a watery way and Hoseok leans into him.
“I love him. I’m sure of it. Six months away from each, it won’t change anything.”
“He’s just scared, hyung. You’re his whole life, the most important person in the world to him.”
A sound between a hiccup and a sob escapes Hoseok and Jimin tightens his arms around him.
“He thinks I don’t care about our relationship which is unfair. I just care about him too much to let this go.”
“Has Namjoon hyung talked to him? Yoongi hyung usually listens to him.”
Hoseok chuckles dryly and sniffles. “Yeah and it didn’t go too well. Yoongi is…”
“Stubborn as a mule?” Jimin offers with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Hoseok sighs.
“You know what else Yoongi hyung is? Completely and stupidly in love with you. He loves you so much it’s absolutely disgusting,” Jimin grins a little and Hoseok laughs through his tears. “You’ve ruined him for anyone else, hyung.”
“Yeah, well he’s still an idiot.”
“True,” Jimin concedes. “He’ll come around.”
“He’s going to stupid L.A whether he likes it or not!”
“L.A is stupid!”
“Do you know how upset Taehyung will be if he never gets another August D mixtape?”
Jimin tenses ever so slightly at the mention of Taehyung’s name and any hope of Hoseok not noticing disappear when his friend suddenly wraps his arms around Jimin and pulls him fully on his lap. “Speaking of which…”
“We were speaking about you and Yoongi hyung, actually,” Jimin says sounding pained.
“And now we’re done talking about it. Keep up, Jiminie.” Hoseok says thumbing under his eyes, getting rid of the last tears.
“Ugh,” Jimin replies eloquently, covering his face with his hands.
“Besides,” Hoseok says with a soft voice, encouraging Jimin to peak through his fingers. “That kiss was better than any other drama currently happening,” Hoseok waggles his eyebrows which, with his puffy red face, makes him look ridiculous.
“It was just a kiss. One little, insignificant, mundane kiss. Can we just get over it?” Jimin pleads letting his hands fall on his lap.
“Can you?” Hoseok asks coyly and Jimin face plants into the couch. “Also, you don’t need to lie; I was there. I saw it happening. There was nothing little or mundane about it. You made Namjoon blush.”
Jimin ignores that. “Can we be adults here?”
“Sure. Just admit that you have the hots for your best friend.”
Jimin muffles a scream on the couch. He turns his head to look up at his friend. “I do not.”
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.”
“It’s not the same! Yoongi hyung was pinning for you. And you were secretly thirsting over him for years!” Hoseok gets a far away look at that, an odd smile gracing his features. “Whatever you’re thinking about, please stop!”
Hoseok laughs. “Sorry.”
“And anyways, Taehyung and I are not like this. No pinning, no thirst. Just friends. Best friends.”
But even as he says it, his mind conjures up images of Taehyung’s mouth. Stupid Taehyung and his stupid mouth.
Hoseok suddenly screeches, bringing Jimin back to the present. “You were thinking about it, weren’t you?”
There’s a pause before Jimin turns his head back into the couch and screams.
Hoseok starts laughing so hard he falls off the couch and brings Jimin down with him.
Well, at least he’s not crying anymore.
Jimin stands at the curb waving goodbye to Hoseok as he peels into the road when he hears barking. He looks over just in time to see Soonshim pull on her leash in order to get to him. Taehyung relinquishes her, beaming. He’s wearing one of his absurdly large and fluid pants with the red sweater. It’s Taehyung’s oldest possession thus making it his softest and favorite piece of clothing. The red gives off orange hues that always make Jimin think of summer. Its jagged edges makes it look even older than it actually is and just two days ago the fact that it shows off Taehyung’s collarbones completely was not an issue for Jimin.
Now though, he has to bury his face in Soonshim’s fur to avoid the sight of Taehyung’s tan skin stretching over them.
“Hello, baby girl! Hi, sweets! How’s my favorite doing this morning?” Jimin coos as he rubs her belly.
“I’m good. How are you, honey?” Taehyung comes to stand in front of them, sounding sweet and happy. Jimin levels him with a glare.
“I’m not talking to you, you’re on timeout.” He takes hold of Soonshim’s leash and leads them inside the building. Taehyung follows, protesting.
“What? Why?” He’s pouting, Jimin doesn’t need to turn around to see it and anyways, he refuses to succumb to the urge of seeing his lips do…. anything, really. Taehyung’s lips are dead to him.
“You stay away from me, Succubus.” He hears Taehyung stop on the stair below him and start giggling. He turns around, a smile twitching at his own lips. “Stop laughing, this isn’t funny!” Soonshim barks in agreement while Taehyung doubles over in laughter. “Seriously, dude!”
“You called me Succubus,” Taehyung hiccups. Jimin ignores him and keeps climbing the stairs. He doesn’t stop until he’s at their doors. When Taehyung joins them, his face is still alight with amusement and Jimin hates the fact that he finds him pretty.
Taehyung’s always been pretty, he’s just never been pretty to Jimin.
“If I’m Succuus what does that make you?” Jimin frowns, not understanding. “Um, not to be gay or anything but dude, your mouth is kinda life changing,” Taehyung elaborates.
Jimin flushes all the way down to his neck. “Shut up!” he mumbles, looking down at Soonshim who is panting happily, rubbing against his sweats clad legs.
“I’m serious,” Taehyung says, suddenly a lot closer. He grabs the leash and pulls until Jimin stumbles into him.
“Taehyung,” Jimin says taken aback. “You said: last time.”
Taehyung shrugs sheepishly.
“No!” Jimin shakes his head. “Taehyung, no!”
“Why not?” Taehyung pouts and Jimin has to look away.
“Because… platonic lines and… friendship and….,” he trails off when Taehyung nuzzles the side of his face.
“We were fairly drunk last night,” he says, voice low and deep. Jimin needs that to stop affecting him, like, ASAP!
“Exactly,” he says pulling away and fixing Taehyung with a stare. “We were drunk and it was a one time thing.”
“Okay but aren’t you curious?”
“No!” Jimin nearly yells. They stare at each other, the air thick with possibilities. A beat passes, Taehyung looking hopefully at Jimin, echoing something deep in his chest. Eventually Jimin’s curiosity gets the better of him. “About what?” He asks, fingers nervously pulling on Soonshim’s leash.
“Don’t you want to know if it works sober?”
Jimin groans out loud. “Taehyung, you said last time!” he repeats desperate now.
Taehyung bites his lip, looking away for a moment before stepping up to Jimin, gaze hot and cheeks pink. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll never ring it up again.”
Jimin stares at him, lips parted, ready to say the words but instead he chokes on them and nothing comes out.
“Say the words, Jiminie and I’ll never kiss you again,” his breath washes over Jimin’s face making him shiver. His parted lips skim over Jimin’s left cheek, not really touching, only his breath caressing the skin there. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about it,” he brushes his nose over Jimin’s until his lips are over Jimin’s. “Tell me you haven’t lost sleep over the need to feel me again,” he whispers roughly into Jimin’s right ear. The journey there has killed any and all of Jimin’s willpower.
“Say it, Jimin,” he pulls away to gaze at Jimin, eyes dark and lips so inviting.
“I have,” Jimin’s voice can barely be heard. Taehyung tilts his his head and his fingers travel up the leash until they can hold Jimin’s hands.
“You have what?”
“Thought about it,” Jimin admits.
“Wanna try again?” Taehyung smile is thrilling and excited and Jimin feels the force of it course through him like a lightning bolt.
He can only nod in response. Taehyung cups his face with his free hand. Before he can lean in, Jimin pushes to the balls of his feet and kisses him. Taehyung melts into it, opens his mouth for Jimin and they lose themselves into the kiss. A kiss so gentle and thorough, Jimin let’s go of Soonshim’s leash and wraps his arms around Taehyung, pulling him fully to him.
His best friend wraps his arms around him and a few moments later, Taehyung’s door is no longer in platonic territory.
Jimin should care, and perhaps later, he’ll scream into his couch cushions again but right now all he cares about is the delicious push and pull of Taehyung’s lips.
Jeongguk opens the door with a shit eating grin and Jimin throws the gift bag at his face. Jimin pushes past him and into his living room but not before taking off his shoes.
Jeongguk joins him after closing the door, peering into the bag. “Oh shit, Jimin! Those are amazing!” he says pulling out the Gucci sunglasses Taehyung got him. “And the guys have gone to catch a movie so it’s just me.”
Jeongguk still lives with his college roommates, Jaehyun and Yugyeom, but now that they’re all adults with actual full time jobs with more than decent pays (Jeongguk is one of those overachiever that came into the world blessed with the ability to do anything they put their minds to. While still in university, he created a line of streetwear clothes that sold so well, he’s now opened several shops around the city. He’ll probably be the head of a fashion empire before he turns thirty. Yugyeom is a radio DJ in one the best radios in the city and Jaehyun is a surgical intern); they’ve relocated to a nicer area. Jimin likes to watch Jeongguk pretend it’s not because Seokjin lives three subway stations away.
“Okay, good,” Jimin nods before punching Jeongguk on the arm. Jeongguk only frowns in response, doesn’t even have the decency to feign hurt. “First of all, you disrespectful brat, it’s Jimin hyung . Secondly, I hate you. And third, that’s Taehyung gift.”
Jeongguk laughs; that high pitched laugh that would usually make Jimin laugh too, except Jimin is too annoyed to fully appreciate it; especially since he’s laughing at Jimin and not with him.
“I did you a service! You should be thanking me.”
“You were wrong, there were no feelings! There was nothing!” Jimin laments, bringing his knees to his chest and curling in on himself. He hides his face in his knees for a while but no one can fault him for that. “You’ve shaken the very core of our relationship.”
“Okay, one, I did nothing. You and Taehyung hyung are the ones who sucked face so hard you left drool on Seokjin hyung fancy table. Two, I refuse to believe there wasn’t dormant sexual chemistry. Three, I hardly think the core of your relationship, or whatever, can be shaken.”
Jimin lifts his head, a little less annoyed. “You think so?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s you and Taehyung. You’re… it, or whatever.”
“I was fine with the way things were. I was more than fine, actually, I was happy. I was happy just being his friend!”
“What keeps you from returning to being just friends again? It was one kiss.”
Jimin averts his gaze. There’s a meaningful pause and then Jeongguk grabs his chin and turns Jimin’s face his way. “Just one kiss, right?” he asks with a delighted grin.
“We kissed again that night after we came home and…,” Jimin trails off squeezing his eyes shut, partly to keep the memories at bay and partly to stop looking at Jeongguk’s smug face.
“Aaaaaaand?” Jeongguk prompts. He is still a kid in so many ways.
“And again yesterday morning,” Jimin blurts out, finally pushing Jeongguk’s hand away and hiding back behind his knees.
“Holy shit, Jimin!”
“Jimin hyung ,” Jimin mumbles against his jeans.
“You kissed three times?!”
Well, there were more than three kisses in total but there were three kissing occurrences so while Jeongguk isn’t right nor wrong, Jimin isn’t about to point that out.
“It just… keeps happening! I don’t know why?”
“How was it?”
“I am not giving you details, you creep.”
Jeongguk squeals. “That good, huh?”
Jimin doesn’t want to think about it, except it’s all he’s been able to think about. Just how good it felt. Yeah, that good.
“Mhm,” is all he manages to say.
They fall silent for a while. Jeongguk opens his other present – the Levi’s jeans Jimin knew he’d been eyeing for a while – and Jimin pretends he’s not dying to go see Taehyung and have another kissing encounter.
“You know, this doesn’t need to be an issue, right? You can just date.”
Jimin sighs. When he’s not consumed with thoughts of kissing Taehyung, he’s agonizing over the fact that it will lead nowhere.
“You know, when I met Taehyung, he was already in a relationship. It was really serious, Taehyung really loved him, he was really sweet. Anyways, for the first two years of our friendship, Taehyung was taken and I guess, my mind never took him out of that box. He was Taehyung, my best friend, my person but also not mine, untouchable.”
“Did you want to take him out of that box?”
Jimin laughs but it’s hollow. “No. Never. He was only my friend and I’ve never needed or wanted him to be anything else. It just never occurred to me or him.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk says, looking sheepish now. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’m just surprised, is all.” Shocked and shaken is more like it but it’ll pass. It will have to.
“You know maybe it’s a friend thing?” Jeongguk suggests.
“What? You think all friends have the potential to have intense chemistry?”
Jeongguk shrugs. He looks at Jimin consideringly, a thoughtful smile on his face.
“What?” Jimin asks warily.
“Wanna try?” Jeongguk grins playfully.
Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. He laughs, “what?”
“Kiss me and if it turns out as good as Taehyung hyung, your friendship can go back to the way it was.”
Jimin cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes. “Have I been spending too much times with kids or does this actually make sense?”
“I’m a genius and you’re welcome.”
“You really want to kiss me?”
“Stop pretending you haven’t spent the last five years trying to get me to lock lips with you,” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow and Jimin laughs.
“That was just banter!”
“Still weird. Anyways, you wanna or not?”
Jimin sighs and drops his socked feet on the floor. “What’s weird is you pushing me to kiss people.”
“Not people, hyung, friends,” Jeongguk grins, making the mole under his lower lip disappear.
“Isn’t Seokjin hyung going to be mad?”
This time, it’s Jeongguk who averts his gaze. “Why would he be mad?”
“Oh honey,” Jimin chuckles and Jeongguk glares. “Fine, let’s get it over with. It’s not like this week isn’t already weird anyways.”
He cups Jeongguk’s face and they meet halfway. It’s a lovely kiss. Jeongguk is teasing and sweet at the same time. It’s ardent and soft and it makes Jimin sigh into Jeongguk’s mouth. Jeongguk’s tongue, he learns, is playful and enticing and it makes him smile in the middle of the kiss.
It’s nice but it’s not making him soar. It doesn’t awaken anything in him and it doesn’t really move him beyond the physical aspect of it. It doesn’t make him question anything.
He pulls away but leans in again to leave a quick kiss on Jeongguk’s forehead.
“Excellent technique,” Jimin grins and Jeongguk laughs. “See? This is what should’ve happened the other night.”
“Don’t get all competitive on me now,” Jimin scolds and scoots back on the couch. “It was great. You’re a good kisser.”
“Thanks,” Jeongguk preens.
“Seokjin hyung is a lucky guy.”
Jeongguk throws a cushion at his face.
On his way home, he gets takeout and heads for Taehyung’s apartment. When he pushes the door open, Soonshim comes bounding up to him and he crouches down, offering his face for a slobbering kiss.
“Hey, baby,” he grins.
“Hey,” Taehyung appears and Jimin grins up at him. He hasn’t seen that face in two days and he’s kinda missed it.
Kissing or not, that’s just how it’s always been.
“Hey! Brought food!”
“Got my empty belly,” Taehyung chuckles, rubbing said belly.
Later, when the food is gone and Soonshim is sleeping with her head on Jimin’s socked feet, Jimin tells Taehyung about today’s experience.
It goes as expected, which is: Taehyung doubled over in laughter. Jimin leans back against the couch and watches him, a smile teasing the edge of his mouth. Taehyung is not a quiet person by any means. He’s exuberant, energetic and hyper. He has a deep, rough voice that surprises a lot of strangers and when Jeongguk needs a partner in crime, it’s always Taehyung he comes to.
However, Taehyung is also very gentle and warm and often shy. He’s the kind of introvert that shines under the attention of his loved ones but doesn’t mind being left to his own devices. When Taehyung is comfortable with you, any moment spent in his company is unpredictable and exciting. Jimin’s favourite thing about Taehyung is that even when he’s almost crying with laughter, it’s the gentlest and softest sound. He’s one of those people that go strangely silent when they laugh.
It’s always made Jimin smile.
“It’s really not that funny,” Jimin drawls after a while.
“It is that funny! How do you keep finding yourself in these situations?”
“Uh, first of all, you are in this situation too,” and for some reason that sends Taehyung in another fit of laughter. “And secondly, it’s not exactly the same.”
Taehyung quiets down and darts his eyes to Jimin’s. “How so?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “You know how so.” And before he can stop it, the scene shifts, the atmosphere changes and the air is suddenly buzzing.
Taehyung scoots closer and Jimin’s body turns to him. It’s nothing new, they’ve always been affectionate and often even intimate but there’s a new expectancy now. There’s something surging just beneath Jimin’s skin, something hungry and alight and it yearns for Taehyung.
He extends his legs until they’ve fallen over Taehyung’s lap and his chest slides to Taehyung’s side.
“I didn’t like it,” Jimin confesses.
“Not good?” Taehyung asks, eyes serious.
“Good but not,” he leans over and captures Taehyung’s lips in a short but scorching kiss. He pulls away, breathless. “Not this.” He’s aware that he’s stopped letting Taehyung lead him to these moments. He doesn’t care enough to stop himself.
Taehyung smiles and tackles him. They readjust until they’re lying comfortably on the couch, with Taehyung between his legs, his chest pressed to Jimin and his mouth leaving a blazing trail on the skin of his neck.
“We should talk about this,” Jimin tries to sound serious but his voice wavers when Taehyung’s lips press softly on the juncture of Jimin’s neck and shoulders.
“I’ve been thinking,” Taehyung says casually like he’s not currently laying on top of Jimin.
“And I think our friendship can survive a few kisses,” he whispers and kisses Jimin again, gentler this time. Almost like he’s nervous. Jimin’s heartbeat picks up.
“A few wonderful kisses,” Jimin says and feels Taehyung smile against his skin.
“Klimtian kisses, yeah.”
“You’re not worried?” Jimin can’t help but ask, lifting his hand and cupping Taehyung’s face. He adjusts until he’s looking clearly at Jimin. There’s a mole at the very edge of his lower lashline that Jimin has seen every day for the last eight years but tonight it looks different. Under these dimmed lights and this close to him, it feels brand new.
“It’s you, Jiminie. You always take such good care of me,” Taehyung’s eyes shine with sincerity and certainty. Before Jimin can melt right through the sofa and disappear, Taehyung shifts and starts kissing his face. A series of infinitely soft and warm pecks, like a trail of burning little diamonds covering Jimin’s face.
Once again Jimin’s mind is robbed of anything that is not Taehyung. His warmth blanketing Jimin in an all consuming way rendering him sensitive to the slightest touch. He feels ignited from the inside out, like Taehyung found the switch that lit him up and now he’s aflame.
When Taehyung finally gets to his mouth, Jimin drinks him in like he’s been bereft without Taehyung’s tongue in his mouth. Jimin fists his hands in Taehyung’s hair and nibbles on his lips like a king in front of a feast.
Taehyung sighs, breath sweet and hot. Jimin shudders and open his legs further. Taehyung’s eyes snap open when he feels Jimin’s hard cock against his own and Jimin is blushing but it’s more out of sheer want than embarrassment.
“Tae,” he whispers and Taehyung’s eyes darken. Jimin’s actually trembling slightly now, on the edge of a cliff he never thought existed.
He tilts his hips up, grinds against Taehyung and moans. “Taetae, please.”
Taehyung’s eyes roll all the way to the back of his head and he groans, deep and rough. He drops his head in the crook of Jimin’s neck and bites down on the skin there. Jimin yelps and pushes upwards again. This time Taehyung follows the movement and presses closer, pushing Jimin’s further into the couch. Taehyung pants against the skin he just bit, making an already sensitive Jimin writhe in his hold. He wraps both legs and arms tight around him, bringing them that much closer and he shamelessly ruts against Taehyung.
“Jimin… fuck,” Taehyung’s voice as never sounded as gravely as it does now and Jimin feels a new kind of power surge through him.
“Does it feel good?” He pants into his hair and Taehyung whines as Jimin accompanies his words with a slow roll of his hips.
Taehyung raises his head and fixes Jimin with such a blatantly lustful gaze, Jimin stops breathing for a moment. “You feel like… the sweetest nectar,” he growls and the sound of his voice travels all the way to Jimin’s dick. The praise pulsing through his limbs like static. Taehyung leans until his parted lips are brushing Jimin’s. “Like magic,” he says kissing him softly. “You’re amazing,” he adds, gently licking Jimin’s upper lip.
Jimin moans so loudly, he hears Soonshim startle awake and scramble away. Taehyung’s sharp intake of breath raises goosebumps along Jimin’s arms and suddenly the need to touch is overwhelming. He unlocks his arms from around Taehyung’s shoulders and bunches up the fabric of his t-shirt until he can slip his handsunder it. Taehyung’s skin is smooth and hot, the muscles of his back lean and when Jimin’s fingers presses into his hips, Taehyung bucks down and cries out when their covered cocks rub against each other exactly the right way.
“Oh god,” Jimin whines, flexing his fingers making Taehyung pant against his mouth.
“What the fuck,” Taehyung chokes out.
“I didn’t know you were that sensitive,” Jimin whispers, sweat pooling on his collarbones.
“I’m not… usually,” Taehyung says before dipping down and licking the sweat off Jimin’s collarbones. Their friends often joke about their telepathic bond but this is something else. Jimin is this close to exploding and he’s still wearing all his clothes.
“If I come like this, please don’t hold it against me,” Jimin pleads, voice shaking with amusement.
“I can’t judge you when this is the hardest I’ve ever been,” Taehyung groans and Jimin whines.
He should probably look into the fact that he’s close to unloading after three compliments from Taehyung.
Taehyung keeps brushing his lips softly over Jimin’s, never closing his lips around his, just a subtle, teasing dance that is as delicious as it is aggravating. Fed up and also because he really wants to, jimin lets his hands slowly travel down Taehyung’s back, fingers dancing in the dip of his spine until he reaches the edge of Taehyung’s sweats.
Taehyung freezes, his teeth grazing Jimin’s lips and when Jimin cups is ass, he bites down on the flesh making Jimin squirm and curse.
“I can’t believe you got to touch my ass before I got to yours,” Taehyung grumbles. Jimin giggles and squeezes the neat little buns in his hands.
“I’m very partial to this turn of events,” he grins before leaning up and stealing a soft kiss from Taehyung.
“Wait until I get to your juicy rear; I’m sure you’ll appreciate that too.”
Jimin lies back down and tilts his head in curiosity. “You noticed my ass?”
“Jimin, I have functioning eyes. Friends or not, yours is not an ass one gives a simple passing glance.”
Jimin goes red. “Um. I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“Don’t worry it was definitely a platonic kind of appreciation.”
“Was?” Jimin can’t help but smile.
To answer, Taehyung grinds his hard cock against Jimin’s, cutting off any other coy remarks. He swoops down and capture Jimin’s lips in a very luscious kiss that has Jimin’s toes curling. While they lose themselves in the kiss, their hips pick up a more fervent rhythm.
Taehyung comes first with a choked sob but even as his hips stutter, he doesn’t stop kissing Jimin. Even when his body collapses on top of Jimin’s, his lips stay busy. When he’s recovered enough, his hands travel down until it reaches Jimin’s waistband. He makes a quick work of Jimin’s belt and zipper. When his fingers wrap around Jimin’s aching cock, the relief is dizzying. It feels so good Jimin has to close his eyes and focus on breathing.
“Fuck,” he whimpers when Taehyung tightens his grip on the base. “Tae,” he sobs. He’s so sensitive and Taehyung’s fingers are so long and just the right kind of rough. Jimin is coming before his next breath and when his eyes fly open in surprise, he’s met with the awestruck look on Taehyung’s face.
“Holy,” he whispers.
“Shit,” Jimin finishes, chest heaving and mind completely blank.
They cuddle. It happens not because they’ve just had sex but because there’s a couch and that’s what happens if you leave Taehyung and Jimin on a couch for longer than five minutes. When Jimin’s need for a shower becomes stronger than his heavy and satiated limbs, he rolls off Taehyung and gets to his feet. Taehyung grabs his arm just before he’s out of reach and pulls until Jimin is bent over him. Taehyung leans up, expression soft and expectant and Jimin blushes. He meets him in a gentle kiss that tastes so sweet and perfect Jimin feels drunk.
“Good night, Jiminie,” Taehyung says when he pulls away.
“Sweet dreams Taetae.”
If under the shower Jimin replays the evening until the water turns cold and his skin turns pruney, no one has to know.
Hoseok was right, he totally has the hots for his best friend.
Dance has always been Jimin’s one true love. His mother loves ballet, operas, musicals, plays; anything that happened on stage has always made her happy. Jimin was five the first time he saw a ballet. He still remembers the feeling of awe the beautiful strangers inspired in him.He felt like he was soaring. He had stayed on the edge of his seat for the whole representation, eyes wide open and glued to the stage, too enraptured to even notice his mother grinning down at him. To this day, it remains one of the most poignant and clearest memories from his childhood.
The next week, he started ballet.
He’s tried every genre since and has loved every single second of it, even when his body was pushed beyond its limits and he his feet screamed in bloody agony. Ballet, however, remained very special to him, so even though he never made it his profession (he is also his father’s son and was too reasonable to go down that road) he still practices every week. He also teaches a ballet class for kids every Wednesday afternoon and sometimes choreographs for Hoseok’s freestyle group.
His favourite dance moments though are when he, Jeongguk and Hoseok are fooling around in Hoseok’s empty studio; just the three of them goofing around, having fun and creating silly choreos. Sometimes they do dance covers of famous music videos that Taehyung records and puts on youtube. Their video of Kehlani’s CRZY is one of the most viewed in dance youtube history. Jeongguk is a dancer the same way he’s everything else: making it look effortless when it’s anything but. He picked up dancing when he was a teenager and he still keeps at it these days despite his busy schedule because it’s a good workout. Plus, he would never admit it but Jimin knows he has fun dancing with his hyungs.
A good portion of Jimin’s week is spent at the dance studio. Sometimes, after his Wednesday lesson, he stays there to work on his other teaching job and falls asleep there. There’s an old but soft sofa in the upstairs’ office and despite its slightly mouldy smell, Jimin finds comfort snuggling there with his laptop on his knees and a cup of tea by his side. Mrs Byun, the owner of the studio, trusts him enough that he has all the keys. He’s lost count of the number of times his friends have brought him dinner at the studio and then spent the rest of the evening with him.
The place is not far from Taehyung and Jimin’s building so, sometimes, when Taehyung is bored or when he needs a distraction, he comes to watch Jimin give a class, practice or put together a new choreography. It’s always quiet then. Taehyung has always had almost reverent views of Jimin’s dancing. It dates back to their university days when he used to brag about his best friend being able to do the split and made sure to attend every one of Jimin’s showcases. It used to embarrass Jimin to no end the way he would insist on watching Jimin practice and then shower him with compliment, his usually low voice going up an octave and his words tumbling out of his mouth like a waterfall. He would babble excitedly and incessantly until they were back to their dorms and Jimin cheeks were deep red from the praise.
It doesn’t embarrass him anymore. Over the years, Jimin’s come to accept and appreciate the warm and all consuming way Taehyung loves.
Jimin doesn’t like to mix his two jobs. Very few parents from his school know that their kid’s teacher also teaches ballet. He’s not ashamed at all but Jimin likes to keep things compartmentalized and it’s easier if he doesn’t see the parents from school outside of school time. Familiarity is not always a good thing. Taehyung, however, has no qualms about promoting Jimin’s little ballet class, which leads to Jimin often teaching children from Taehyung’s classes.
Jimin watches him now as he kneels to talk to Gyeong who just had her first solo in the bi-monthly recital Jimin’s class holds. She used to be one Taehyung’s pupils two years ago but she still runs to him after every showcase and clings to him while Taehyung praises her and reassures her that she’s doing a great job.
The recitals are never a big affair; not like the Christmas recital where all the classes come together and produce a real show (Jimin and his tiny dancers always put all the stops for that event) but he likes to give the parents and the kids something to look forward to. And he’s not going to lie, he definitely loves the pride he feels while he watches them perform in all their imperfect glory. It warms his heart to no end watching them put so much effort into it and then trying to hide their giddy grins when they bow and are drowned in applause and cheers. Those moments are always going to mean the world to him.
Taehyung never misses the recitals. In fact, none of his close friends do. Just like their weekly drinks at Silver Spoon , it’s tradition to come watch Jimin’s kids perform and then go for dinner at the barbecue place down the street. Today, the studio is filled with children running around, still hyper from their performances (even more so after all the sweets they ate), parents catching up with each other, coffee or tea and biscuits (courtesy of Seokjin) in their hands. In the back, leaning against the mirrored walls, stand Jimin’s hyungs quietly talking amongst themselves. Jimin notices that while Yoongi and Hoseok stand on opposite side of the line and don’t address each other, they keep glancing at each other. Guk is sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room, with little Hwan in his lap and Nari playing with his hair.
Taehyung is still with Gyeong, beaming at her while she enthusiastically does a pas de deux and her parents look on happily. It’s hardly a new sight but, watching Taehyung’s beautiful eyes crease with the force of his bright smile, Jimin can barely breathe.
Taehyung is wearing a blue checkered shirt with fitted black slacks. The outfit is simple and a classic Tae ensemble but it’s deadly; it clings to his skin like sin, making him look sharp and unapproachable. Yet, the brilliant smile on his face belies any notion suggesting that Taehyung is anything but the warmest and most charming person in the world.
Jimin used to know all of this objectively, it’s really not like he was blind and kissing Taehyung gave him the gift of sight. Truly, he’s always known Taehyung was attractive. Having the knowledge of it buzz at his lips and burning through his veins though is a different story. It anchors him in place, makes him want to create dozens of choreographies, immortalise this feeling and let go of it all at once. He wants to sweat it out of his system; these new scorching and unforgettable sensations. He wants his muscles to burn and ache with Taehyung inspired exhaustion. He wants to drop to the floor, sweaty, messy and vibrating with the force of his desire; let it crash through him unchecked and unbound and watch himself on the mirrors as he burns for his best friend.
He wants and wants and wants and what’s worst, he thinks a bit bitterly, is that he can have.
He keeps watching Taehyung and the feelings coursing through him are so piercingly intense; Jimin feels them infusing in his blood and carving themselves on his bones. It’s rather inconvenient considering where he stands right now.
Gyeong suddenly throws her arms around Taehyung’s shoulders and her delighted squeals can be heard throughout the room. Taehyung’s answering laughter resounds through Jimin like thunder. Taehyung wraps his arms around the little girl carefully and whispers something that makes her hug him tighter.
“Sweet,” Seokjin says, suddenly appearing at his side.
Jimin jumps. “Hyung,” he reprimands.
“I’ve been standing here for over a minute, Jiminie,” Seokjin says pointedly and Jimin feels heat creep over his cheeks. His friend laughs. “I understand. Tae’s very cute.”
Taehyung is no longer cute; that notion was shot in the ass the moment their lips touched for the first time. Kim Taehyung, his best friend of eight years, went from cute and comforting to hot and captivating.
“For the record,” Jimin says, eyes drifting back to Taehyung, “I was always aware that Taehyung is cute.” At Seokjin’s raised eyebrow he adds, “Just, not that kind of cute. I was safe from this nonsense.”
Seokjin bursts out laughing and Jimin can’t help but smile.
Taehyung finally gets back to his feet and bows to Gyeong’s parents who bow in return. He starts making his way to his friends but the mom calls him back suddenly. She digs through her handbag until she pulls out a small tin and hands it to Taehyung. He beams at her and bows once again. They say goodbye one last time and Taehyung is finally free to join them. He has the tin opened and he pulls out a chocolate from its confines. Before he can swallow the piece, Jimin wraps his hand around his forearm and pulls until the chocolate reaches his own lips. Taehyung pretends to fight for it but in the end he drops the chocolate inside Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin abstains from sucking on his fingers but the thought is tempting. They grin at each other.
“Stop ignoring me, and hand me one of those,” Seokjin complains. Taehyung obliges but his eyes never leave Jimin’s.
The parents and their children leave around five and Jimin’s friend start helping him tidy up. Jeongguk plugs his iPhone to the sound system and soon they’re all shuffling along to the music. The sight of Yoongi smiling down at the floor while Jeongguk and Hoseok start dancing to Russian Roulette makes Jimin sigh in contentment.
The studio is clean in no time and Jimin volunteers to go get some food because they’re all too tired to move afterwards. Hoseok jumps at the occasion to take a breather from the constant tension between him and his boyfriend.
They go to the barbecue place and order enough food for a small army. While they wait for their food, Jimin wraps his arm around his friend and inquires about how he’s been doing since their last time alone together.
Hoseok seems hesitant, chewing on his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact.
Hoseok laughs nervously and dread pools in Jimin’s stomach. “I’ve been thinking and maybe Yoongi is not that silly for thinking the way he does?”
“Well, look at it from his perspective. I confessed my feelings to him when I was still in a relationship with someone that lived across the country. We’ve been dating for three years, known each other for ten and I haven’t even asked him to move in with me. Suddenly he gets this huge opportunity that will change everything for him and I’m practically pushing him out of the door,” he sighs and it holds all the sadness and guilt in the world. Jimin tightens his arms around him and rests his chin against his shoulder.
“Hyung, he hasn’t asked you to move in with him either,” Jimin points out and Hoseok shakes his head.
“I haven’t exactly made it easy for him. I avoid talking about the future but that’s just who I am. It has nothing to do with him or my feelings for him. He’s -,” he sighs again before swallowing thickly. “He’s the love of my life, there’s no doubt about it.”
Jimin’s stupid heart melts right to the floor.
“I know. And so does Yoongi hyung.”
They fall in contemplative silence for a while. Hoseok holds onto Jimin’s arms and Jimin tries to send as many positive and loving vibes at his friend as possible.
A thought occurs to him just as the cashier comes back with their bags of food. They quickly pay and leave the restaurant.
“What’s scarier, the future with or without Yoongi hyung?”
Hoseok scoffs. “I haven’t slept in a month because the thought of losing him literally keeps me up at night.”
Jimin smiles. “Maybe a move is required then,” he suggests and Hoseok stops in his tracks, looking at him with wide eyes.
Jimin simply nods and keeps walking toward the dance studio.
When they get there, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting by the piano, talking with their heads bent together while Seokjin and Jeongguk are loudly playing a game of cards on the floor.
“Where’s Taehyung,” Jimin asks quickly. Four pair of eyes turn to him.
Seokjin looks down at his watch. “That’s five seconds! Pay up!” He laughs while the other three groan and pull out their wallets.
“What is happening?” Hoseok asks bewildered.
“Jeongguk was sure Jimin would ask about Taehyung’s whereabout the moment you crossed the threshold,” Namjoon explains as he deposit a bill on top of the piano.
“He thought you’d sense him missing before you even got to the room,” Seokjin giggles and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.
Jimin is flushing hard enough for heat waves to appear above his cheeks.
He scowls. “I literally hate all of you.”
“Metaphorically,” Namjoon says with a sigh. Almost everyone ignores him. Yoongi pats his shoulder.
“The one time I need your weird telepathy thing to matter, you fail me! Way to go, hyung!” Jeongguk complains handing money to Seokjin who kisses the bill.
“You’re all ridiculous.”
“Your boy is upstairs, napping. Said he was up all night working,” Yoongi offers, leaving his own bill above Namjoon’s.
“Et tu, hyung?” Jimin can’t help but chuckle despite his irritation.
“If it makes you feel any etter, I bet you’d wait at least ten seconds before asking.”
“I’m so glad you’re whipped,” Seokjin says and Jeongguk laughs.
They settled down to eat, Jimin sits down between Jeongguk and Seokjin out of spite. He feels bad when he sees Hoseok hesitate but before Jimin can move and sit next to Yoongi, Yoongi makes the decision for him by shuffling and scooting to the right in silent invitation.
The relief on Hoseok’s face is devastating to watch but it’s soon forgotten when Yoongi spends most of the meal stealing food from Hoseok and offering juicy morsels of his own meat without looking at his boyfriend. Hoseok doesn’t comment but every time, he smiles softly at Yoongi who, although not really watching Hoseok, blushes every time.
Yoongi is so darn cute.
The meal is, as usual, loud but entertaining, Jimin soon regrets his decision to sit between Seokjin and Jeongguk who simply talk (flirt) over him and feed each other. He really should’ve known better; it’s not like this doesn’t happen every time they share a meal.
Namjoon leaves first, soon followed by Seokjin and Jeongguk. When Hoseok gathers his things to leave, Yoongi makes his way to the door. Jimin watches as hurt flashes through Hoseok’s face but then Yoongi stops by the door and waits. He looks up and locks eyes with Hoseok for the first time that day.
“It’s late,” Yoongi says and Jimin looks out of the window at the darkening skies. He want to smile but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment so he bites hard on his cheek.
Hoseok stands stock still for another second before he joins Yoongi at the door, offering him one of those heart melting smiles. Jimin has the pleasure of watching Yoongi’s face soften to an almost kitty level of softness.
“Good night,” he says to Jimin without looking away from Hoseok.
“Night,” Jimin waves, heart lighter than it’s been all day.
He throws the last of the trash away before legging it upstairs. When he opens the door to the office, Taehyung is only illuminated by the light from the hallway but Jimin can still see that he’s curled on his side, his long legs and arms wrapped around one of the cushions. Jimin walks over until he’s close enough to switch on the desk lamp. When he looks over, his best friend’s face is slack with sleep, incredibly soft and terribly beautiful. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat.
Fuck , he thinks.
The scariest part of it all is that even through his fears, the need to be closer, to kiss those parted lips is stronger and more compelling than anything else he’s feeling. So he bends over Taehyung, tilts his chin chin up and kisses him delicately.
He feels Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks so he pulls back to watch him wake up. He thought he’d want to see the hazy look in Taehyung’s eyes but instead he gets distracted by the mole on his nose. He does something he’s been wanting to do since the day they met, he kisses that mole.
“Well this is a first,” he says, voice rough with sleep. Jimin shivers.
He laughs nervously. “I’ve woken you up hundreds of times.”
Taehyung’s eyes fall to his mouth, eyes suddenly hot and focused. He cups Jimin’s face in his hands and pulls him in until they’re lips brush. “Not quite like this though.” Taehyung’s eyes seek his, something dark and infinitely soft in them, making Jimin want to lay on top of him until the rest of the world disappears and Taehyung remains the only pertinent truth. Taehyung maintain eye contact for one heart pounding moment before closing the gap between them and kissing Jimin breathless.
The next morning, he gets a text from Taehyung saying that he went out to get breakfast and to wait for him. Jimin thinks: I don’t have to worry, things won’t change . Butt that thought is soon followed by the ones that have kept him up for most of the night:
Does he want things to stay the same? If things do change, will it be for the better? How long can they keep going like this before things go too far and the only way to move on is to break apart? How come Taehyung fell into this so easily? Has he been waiting for this? Has he been secretly harboring feelings for Jimin? Is it possible that Jimin, in his selfish happiness of finally having this one person love him without expectations, didn’t notice his best friend hurting?
Jimin’s stomach is churning with all these questions and he doesn’t know what to do.
He decides the best way to deal with this is to be straight forward so he cuts to the chase and the moment Taehyung is in his apartment, he asks:
“Did you have feelings for me?”
Taehyung stops dead in his tracks, his chirpy ‘Good morning,’ cut halfway through. He is wearing a trench coat with red sweats and the iron man converse Jeongguk got him two birthdays ago. His hair is probably a mess under the black beret he’s wearing and his cheeks are red from the autumn air. He looks, quite frankly, good enough to eat.
Jimin swallows but maintains eye contact, no matter how much he wants to scramble away and hide under his ed. “This thing between us, what’s happening, it feels so…. so…,” he can’t find the word.
Taehyung smiles slightly coming closer. “Natural?” he offers.
“Yes! That! And it really looks like you’re okay with it.”
“That’s because I am, Jimin-ah.”
“Yes and that led me to wonder if maybe you’ve been, um, maybe…” he trails off again, losing his train of thought at the amused look on Taehyung’s face. He looks endeared and soft and Jimin feels warmth bloom in his chest.
“If, for years, I had been harboring a secret, ardent crush for my best friend?”
“Yeah, me,” Jimin says weakly and Taehyung chuckles.
He shakes his head. “Jimin, I wasn’t I promise. Not that you’re not worthy of ardent crushes, I’m pretty sure half of Seoul is ready to fall at your feet at the slightest signal,” Jimin scoffs but can’t help but smile and blush. “You’re my best friend, you’ve always been and that's what you will always be.”
Jimin frowns. “Really?”
“Yes, really! I really have no issue with our current situation. We’re having fun.” Jimin’s stomach tightens at that and he frowns. Taehyung narrows his eyes thoughtfully. “Spit it out,” he demands with a laugh.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he shoots back but of course his damn cheeks have gone pink again.
Jimin chews on his bottom lip and wrings his hands together but the words are burning a path on his tongue and he really needs to say this. “I feel like we’re cheating on our friendship,” he blurts out finally. He expects Taehyung to laugh, because all things considered, it’s a pretty stupid thing to say. And while Taehyung does chuckle, it’s not mocking. He just smiles fondly at him. Jimin’s stupid heart quickens at the sight.
“How are you this cute?”
“Seriously! This doesn’t bother you?” Jimin’s waves his hand around, feeling a bit out of control.
“Sometimes, you just gotta roll with the flow, bro,” Taehyung shrugs, pulling one of his silly faces.
Jimin shakes his head, biting on his lips to avoid giggling. “I’m not your bro .”
“You’re my best bro,” Taehyung giggles when Jimin slaps his arm. “It just so happens that now, you’re also the best bro I spent a ridiculous amount of time wanting to kiss.”
Jimin scrunches his nose to hide how pleased he is. “How much time is a ridiculous amount of time?” he asks and his tone of voice can definitely be classified as coy and fishing.
Taehyung’s expression shifts from lightly teasing to one that makes Jimin’s toes curl in his socks. “How many hours are there in a day again?”
“What about sleep?” Jimin’s voice wavers slightly.
“There are always dreams, Jimin.”
Jimin is torn between flinging himself at him and hiding his blushing face in his hands. He settles with snatching the bag of food from Taehyung’s hands and fleeing to the kitchen.
He texts Hoseok later that day.
He walked me home and then left.
You didn’t talk?
He said he liked my new scarf.
Oh, hyung. I’m sorry.
Don’t despair, young one. It’s going to be okay.
That should be my line.
I’m currently in the throes of misery. Let me have this.
Okay hyung. Love you.
Love you, too.
In the next few weeks, a game develops between Taehyung and Jimin.
It starts innocently enough. Saturday afternoons are reserved for lesson plans. Taehyung’s living room is slightly bigger than Jimin’s so they put together an office area where they can both work on their weekly lessons. It’s just two desks pushed together and two small shelves with books and binders. A lot of planning happens through the internet these days so being a teacher doesn’t take as much space as it used to. Well, unless you were a kindergarten teacher whose lessons often revolved around art and you spent most of your times on your knees on the floor of your living room with a rush in your hands and glue in places glue should never be found.
Jimin generally spends his Saturday evening reminding Taehyung to go wash up before he dirties anything.
This particular Saturday afternoon, Jimin is sitting at this desk with Taehyung opposite him both of them absorbed in their work. Or so Jimin thought until he hears a huff and Taehyung literally slaps a pen out of his hands.The pen he’s been nibbling on for the best part of an hour.
“Ow,” he scowls.
“I’m trying to work,” Taehyung scowls back.
“So am I. What the fuck is your problem?” Jimin bends over to pick up the pen but Taehyung glares at it like it personally offended him. “Seriously, what’s the matter with you?”
“Your stupid mouth,” Taehyung says, looking determinedly at Jimin’s eyes as if to prove a point.
Jimin’s mouth falls open in shock. Taehyung loses the obvious battle he was having with himself and his eyes stray to Jimin’s lips. “My mouth?” And when Taehyung purses his lips in aggravation, Jimin can’t help the giggle that escapes him. “Huh,” he says delighted and not a little smug.
“I didn’t say anything,” Jimin raises his hands in surrender and pretends to go back to work. He writes down a few more notes before slowly bringing the pen back to his mouth. He’s almost there when the pen is once again snatched out of his hands. This time Taehyung grabs it and throws it away. Soonshim goes bounding after it to the sound of Jimin’s laughter.
“I hate you,” Taehyung pouts while Jimin’s body keeps curling and uncurling with the force of his laughter. “I really hate you.”
“I need a pen, though,” he says when he’s calmed down enough.
“You are not allowed pens ever again. At least anywhere near me.”
Jimin shakes his head, unable to hide his grin. “Interesting.”
“Oh please! Don’t act like you weren’t staring at my ass for the better part of the afternoon,” Taehyung points a finger at his face and Jimin stops smiling.
He swats the finger away. “I was not,” he says primly.
“You only got a reprieve because I had to finish this at my desk,” he says waving at the Halloween craft he was working on.
Jimin clears his throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Taehyung looks a lot less annoyed and a lot more smug which in turns irritates Jimin.
“At least I didn’t attack you.”
“Are you saying you have more self restraint than I do?” Taehyung challenges. He really needs to spend less time with Jeongguk.
“I’m saying I can be chill,” Jimin counters and the smug look on Taehyung’s face turns into something dangerous. An attractive smirk spreads across his face and he leans back in his chair, arms crossed.
“Just to be clear, you’re saying that you can resist my charms.”
“What charms?” Jimin scoffs and Taehyung quirks an eyebrow. He gets up suddenly and rounds their desks until he’s standing right next to Jimin. He rolls back Jimin’s chair until they’re facing each other. His eyes are glittering with something both hungry and amused. Jimin’s heart starts beating painfully inside his chest.
Taehyung leans down until his nose is brushing against Jimin’s. “The same charms that got you to come twice yesterday and one more time this morning,” he says voice husky.
Jimin swallows audibly. “You seem to be forgetting that you came so hard this morning, you actually passed out.”
Taehyung’s lips almost brush against his as he says, “was tired, that’s all.” Jimin’s eyes narrow.
“Are you sure you want to play this game, Taetae?”
“It’s on, Chim.” They grin at each other and lean in for a teasing kiss.
And so it began.
Over the next few days, Jimin got to discover a side of Taehyung he’s never seen before. He saw glimpses of it during their first few moments together: the teasing and dangerously seductive twinkle in his eyes, the shameless hint of a smirk between two particularly intense kisses. There’s something that Jimin, the friend, had not been privy to. Something in Taehyung’s lingering touches and his scorching gazes. Something arresting and thrilling that made Jimin hungry and desperate. Something in the curl of Taehyung’s tongue against his own that echoed within his very being, something new and utterly overwhelming. It’s a particular brand of intoxication that lit him up from the inside out and made his skin feel both tight and warm; like it’s accommodating to all these changes. An unending flutter that made Jimin feel like he’s never been touched before, like he’s never touched anyone before, like he’s been starving now he’s in front of the most opulent and delicious meal. He loves it, truth be told. He craves it and gets lost in it too easily.
It’s something dark and intense which is, ultimately, what is trumping Jimin. Out of all his friends, Taehyung is not the one he’d call intense. True, their connection is deep and stronger than anything Jimin’s ever experienced; Taehyung is most definitely his favorite person in the world but he was never intense. Or more accurately, Taehyung never showed that side of his personality to Jimin.
To Jimin, Taehyung has always been safety, comfort, warmth and ease. They slid into each other’s life with so little effort, understood each other from the get go and loved each other without questions or conditions. Taehyung is eccentric, silly and sometimes a bit reckless in his need to make other people laugh. He’s that feeling of being known and accepted. He’s like that quiet sigh that escapes Jimin’s lips when he gets under the cover after an awful day. Taehyung is the feeling of the sun kissing Jimin’s cheeks after a storm. Taehyung is familiar; the most familiar thing in Jimin’s world.
Now though, Taehyung is also like the explosion of sensations across your tongue after a bite of one of Seokjin famous chocolate cakes. He’s the harsh inhale that gets stuck in Jimin’s throat when he wraps his hand around his cock to release a bit of pressure. He’s the soft and cold caress of a satin shirt slipping off his shoulders and down to the floor. He’s the sweat dripping off Jimin’s back and that dangerous swoop at the center of his chest when he’s grinding against a stranger on the dance floor.
In short, cute Taetae is suddenly irresistibly hot and Jimin is, quite simply, addicted to it.
The most disconcerting thing is that Jimin assumed his feelings for his best friend would change when they started this thing. But despite what he said to Seokjin the other day, they haven’t, not completely. Somehow, the two sets of emotions have merged, mingled and now, they’re tightly wrapped around each other; still distinguishable but slowly seeping into each other to create a cocktail that has Jimin’s head spinning. The thing is though, Jimin likes things compartmentalized, separated, organized. Even his own feelings. Scratch that, especially his own feelings. This thing with Taehyung can’t be rationalised and it scares him a little.
He likes it more than it frightens him and that’s the scariest part of it all. The fact that Taehyung seems as into it as he is only makes it all so much… fun. Jimin hasn’t had a lot of fun in his romantic past and he’s now determined to enjoy this fully.
He and Taehyung know each other well enough to put a stop to this before it goes too far. Besides this game between them is too exciting to stop now. It’s a new kind of dance and Jimin loves dancing.
This is how Jimin finds himself pressed against his kitchen counter with Taehyung’s lips as close to his as they can get without actually touching. Taehyung’s arms are caging him and one of his knees is pushing between Jimin’s legs, softly rubbing against his boxer clad and hardening cock. There’s a twinkle in Taehyung’s lovely eyes that is making Jimin shiver.
“Cold?” Taehyung asks with a moue of concern that’s so clearly fake Jimin wants to smack his stupid mouth. “Maybe you should put something on,” Taehyung whispers lowly, the sound of his voice making Jimin want to close his eyes and bite Taehyung. The biting thing is starting to be a problem; he’s lost count of how many times he’s daydreamed about nibbling on Taehyung in the last few day alone.
He doesn’t want to put clothes on because this was supposed to earn him points in their heated competition. He discovered fairly early on that Taehyung has a hard time keeping a firm grasp on his control if he so much as glimpses at the skin of Jimin’s belly. Yes, Taehyung has a thing for Jimin’s abs and it usually works in his favor. So, knowing Taehyung would be dropping by with breakfast this morning, he decided to greet him in nothing but boxers. Taehyung’s face went through a hilarious myriad of shifting expressions until it settled on determination. Jimin gulped and not two minutes later, here he is.
“M’ fine,” Jimin challenges, eyes firmly locked on Taehyung.
“You’re sure? I could warm you right up,” Taehyung teases, moving his parted lips over the skin of Jimin’s left cheek before stopping over his ear and blowing softly.
Jimin groans. “I hate you,” he rasps before fisting Taehyung’s collar and smashing their mouths together.
He’s somewhat mollified when Taehyung moans and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. He lifts him up on the counter and Jimin wraps his naked legs around Taehyung sweats clad hips.
“God, Jimin, your damn mouth!” he says licking Jimin lips.
“You’re one to talk,” Jimin curls his fingers in Taehyung’s hair and pulls until Taehyung’s neck is exposed and he can get to work.
When Taehyung finally leaves to go walk Soonshim, his neck is covered in little blue marks and Jimin’s lips are tingling and swollen. One point for Taehyung but he’s not sure either of them lost.
Jimin has more tricks up his sleeve anyways.
Taehyung almost scores another point the next evening, in his apartment this time. He plops down next to him on the couch where Jimin is playing with Soonshim. He holds a box of popsicles to Jimin who waves him off. Taehyung shrugs, grabs one for himself and starts eating it. Although maybe “eating” isn’t the right word for what Taehyung is currently doing to his Popsicle. Deep throating it would definitely work better. He’s putting up a show, heated gaze locked on Jimin who feels the ridiculous urge to cover Soonshim’s eyes.
Aggravation swirls in his stomach but he can’t look away from the way Taehyung’s full, red lips wrap around the Popsicle. Jimin chokes on his own spit when it disappears completely inside his mouth and he’s scrambling towards Taehyung before he can think about it. The ice cream reappears with an offensive pop and Jimin reaches the end of his rope. He slaps it away from Taehyung’s hand who merely smirks in response. Jimin straddles his lap and he’s sucking the juice off Taehyung’s lips before he can say anything irritating.
Taehyung concedes the point when less than fifteen minutes later, he comes down Jimin’s throat with a shout so loud, Soonshim barks in return. Jimin is so satisfied he almost comes untouched watching sweat drip off Taehyung’s forehead and the flush on his cheeks. He looks so heart-wrenchingly beautiful Jimin wants to scream about it. A lot. Instead he lets Taehyung push him down on the floor and return the favor.
Jimin scores yet another point not two days later, albeit unwittingly. Taehyung drops by the dance studio after Jimin’s class with food and a hug.
“Thanks,” he smiles brightly and without thinking he drops a loud smooch on Taehyung’s surprised lips. They both stop moving and look at each other uncertainly.
“That doesn’t count!” Jimin exclaims.
“Okay,” Taehyung gives him one of endearing boxy smiles, eyes all the way closed with the force of it and Jimin can’t look away from him.
“Okay,” he echoes softly before pulling him down for a proper kiss that has Taehyung sighing. Jimin pulls away, his heart permanently lodged in his throat.
“Do you mind if I finish something real quick?”
“Sure. Is it for your class?” Taehyung asks settling down by the mirrors but not before dropping the bag of food on the piano.
“Nah, Hoseok hyung asked me to put something together for his next class.”
Taehyung grins warmly. “Dazzle me, oh dance master.”
“I’ll kick you,” Jimin threatens but it doesn’t have the designated effect because he’s smiling too much. He heads for the sound system and presses play. Distraction by Kehlani starts playing and if Jimin had not been busy getting in position he’d have heard Taehyung inhaling sharply and freeze in surprise.
But Jimin is already lost to the music; his body moving with the seductive beat of the song. He lets the music wraps itself around his muscles, pulling and pushing him, guiding his bones and igniting his soul. He’s aware of Taehyung’s eyes on him in the same way he’s aware of the sweat dripping down his back and the wonderful ache in his limbs.
He’s soaring, each note like a pair of wings transporting him.
When the song ends, he’s panting, his eyes are closed and there’s a smile pulling at his lips. After a beat of silence however he frowns. There’s something not quite right and he soon realizes that Taehyung is not applauding like he usually does after watching a new choreography. He opens his eyes, a pout already pulling at his lips but it completely drops off his face when he sees the look on Taehyung face. His eyes are dark, his cheeks pink and he looks so intensely at Jimin it makes him want to hide.
“What?” he asks confused.
Taehyung slowly rises to his feet, Jimin feels rooted to the spot. Taehyung slowly prowls to him, the look on his eyes getting darker and darker. He lifts his hands slowly, like he’s desperately trying to keep himself in check and grabs Jimin’s hips. He jolts him forward, pulling their hips together and resting his forehead against Jimin. Taehyung closes his eyes, breathing in deeply.
“Out of all the songs in the world,” he says and it sounds pained.
“Um, it was Hoseok hyung’s idea,” Jimin says, unsure. He’s sweaty and too warm but Taehyung is so solid and real and beautiful and he wants Jimin. He wants him so much, he can barely stand it apparently.
“You know I’ve always loved watching you dance,” he says softly, his nose rubbing against Jimin’s. “You’re so focused and so into it. You’re shaper somehow and you let go of all the unnecessary things that burden you. You shine so bright. It’s always made me so happy, watching you do what you love most.”
For some stupid reason, Jimin feels tears prickling at his eyes. Taehyung must notice because he leans down and catches Jimin in a sweet, comforting kiss. Slow and full of reassurances, it’s the kind of kiss that steals your breath but also makes everything quiet and alright. When Taehyung pulls back, Jimin can feel his heart trying to escape the confines of his chest. He blinks the tears away and focuses on Taehyung.
“I’ve always loved it but it’s never made me want to tear your clothes off before,” Taehyung says, his eyes still closed.
Jimin laughs and Taehyung’s answering smile would put the sun to shame. Jimin gets on his tiptoes and wraps his arms around his wonderful best friend.
“Mhm. Don’t think I won’t be taking full advantage of this interesting new information,” he teases, kissing Taehyun’s smiling cheeks.
“God, I hope so,” Taehyung answers fervently before swallowing Jimin’s laughter.
The next three points go to Taehyung because Jimin’s friends are all competitive but Taehyung’s close friendship with Jeongguk turned him into a monster. Jimin wins himself another point when he dyes his hair black and Taehyung spends the next week following him around and burying his hands in Jimin’s hair with something akin to wonder and hurt all wrapped into one.
“Okay, seriously, dude what is up with this obsession with my hair?” he says one evening as Taehyung pulls particularly hard on it, making Jimin’s already aching cock twitch pathetically in his boxers.
“It makes you look like a dick and I’m really, really into it,” Taehyung explains watching his fingers move through Jimin’s mane. Jimin stares at him with his mouth slack. “Don’t look at me like that. I see the way you look at me whenever I wear a suit. I know you dig the son of C.E.O aesthetic,” he says absently, still more engaged with Jimin’s hair than the rest of him. Which is good because he doesn’t see Jimin blushing because Taehyung is right; he goes hard for the opulent looks Taehyung pulls when he has dinner with his family.
Taehyung in a suit is a sight for sore eyes and he’s glad he finally saw the light.
“You get this extra shot of confidence whenever your hair is back to black and while the old me appreciated that in a purely platonic way, the new me; the one that gets to see you naked and leaves bruises on your thighs, this Taehyung has a new appreciation for confident black haired Jimin. It’s the stuff of dreams, my friend,” Taehyung punctuates that little admission with another pull of Jimin’s hair and Jimin has no choice but to pounce on him and devour him.
Their little game carries on past Jimin’s birthday, long after they’ve lost track of who’s winning and who’s losing. When Jimin points that out, Taehyung shrugs and admits he’s stopped counting a while ago.
“It’s not like there’s any losers here,” he says and Jimin has to agree.
With November and its drop in temperature comes the dreaded flu season which Taehyung and Jimin, as teachers to young kids who don’t know how to properly wipe their noses yet, are more vulnerable to. Jimin goes down first followed soon after by Taehyung.
When Jimin complains in the group chat, he regrets it immediately.
Maybe if you spent less time licking each other
This is what you get for skipping last week’s Saturday dinner to “work”
You missed one hell of a tiramisu
Please, don’t talk about food
I miss breathing through my nose. I’ll never take it for granted ever again.
I’ve passed your level at Overwatch, Taehyung
I can’t believe you’d kick me while I’m bleeding on the hard cold ground
I believe it
It’s just the flu, Taehyung.
I’m literally dying
No we’re *literally* dying
Even in death you’re inseparable.
Tiny Dancer has removed The Prodigy from the group
It’s utter hell for a week. They try to take care of each other but seeing each other so miserable is only making them sad so they decide to stick to their respective apartments. Their friends drop by regularly to check on them and bring food.
Jimin feels utterly stupid for it but he misses Taehyung. He misses his sweet kisses, he misses their late night cuddles while watching dramas, and he misses Soonshim. He misses his best friend and he’s too weak to do anything about it.
By the end of that unending week, he feels pathetic and gross so he decides he has definitely earned a bath. He pulls all the stops. He brings out jasmine scented candles, finally uses one of the bath bombs Hoseok got him for his birthday and plays his favourite Spotify playlist (the one one Jeongguk likes to call The Hoe Mix). He soaks in it for an hour, letting the wretched memories of the last few days drain away with the water.
When he comes out of the shower, Taehyung and Soonshim are waiting for him on his bed. Taehyung looks a lot better, his skin back to its beautiful warm, golden tint and his eyes back to sparkling.
Jimin’s heart skips a beat when Taehyung lips stretch into a welcoming smile. Soonshim barks happily and Jimin beams. He quickly changes into a fresh pair of pajamas and crawls up the bed. He stops over Taehyung, a knee on each side of his hips and his hands resting by his shoulders. Taehyung looks up at him, face relaxed and eyes warm.
“It’s been eighty-four years,” he says in a slow drawl akin to an older man’s.
Jimin laughs and leans down to kiss his cheek. “Felt longer,” he admits and Taehyung’s face softens.
“Feeling better?” he asks bringing his hands to Jimin’s shoulders and slowly kneading his fingers there. Jimin wants to melt into him and never move again.
“Yeah. You?” It comes out as a moan, Taehyung’s fingers having reached his neck, his thumb loosening a particularly tense knot there.
“I’m as good as new,” Taehyung smiles and Jimin breathes a sigh of relief. He slowly leans in and kisses him softly. Jimin freezes as their lips touch for the first time in over eight days. His body seizes with sudden tremors, and his skin erupts in goosebumps as his lips move over Taehyung’s. He feels Taehyung shudder under him and catches his flying gasp with his lips.
He pulls away and they exchange a bewildered look. Taehyung’s eyes quickly change from surprised to intent and he cups Jimin’s face to steal a hot, wet kiss from him. Jimin drops fully on top of him, initial surprise replaced with a desire so potent he feels like an incandescent flame. Actually, more like a forest fire.
Taehyung’s hands travel the length of his back, a slow, maddening caress that has Jimin pressing closer. He doesn’t stop until his hands are cupping Jimin’s ass and when his fingers curl to squeeze him, Jimin’s mouth drops open in a silent moan. Taehyung is panting, his fingers still clutching him tight.
“Do you wanna?”
Hell yeah, he wanna. Except, they’ve never done it before. They’ve done a lot of things and Jimin didn’t think there was so much still to learn about Taehyung but they’ve never taken that final step. They’ve always stopped just short of it. Not because they didn’t want to but because, maybe, they were too aware of what sex means to both of them.
Taehyung has always been the serious relationship type of person. He’s had three serious relationships in his life and they were all meaningful. Taehyung doesn’t do hook ups not because he’s opposed to them on principle but because they’re not for him. He’s tried it in the past and it left him more confused than anything else.
Jimin on the other hand was too happy having casual sex. It was easier. He liked his life being his own, he liked the freedom that came with single life. Relationship didn’t scare him, however they demanded time and effort; things that Jimin would rather dedicate to his work, to dancing, to his friends. The one time he tried dating someone, she’d been put off by his friendship with Taehyung and had been rather gross about Jimin’s bisexuality. So he’d filed that experience as a failure and never pulled the file back from where he shoved it in the recess of his mind.
He wants to have sex with Taehyung, desperately in fact, especially considering how extraordinary their chemistry is but he’s convinced himself that stepping over this particular boundary would be the only way to keep their friendship from completely shifting and changing forever. Nevermind that he’s had Taehyung’s dick in his mouth enough time that he could draw it by memory.
He’s aware that he’s being ridiculous. He’s just scared a little, nothing wrong with that, right?
He looks at Taehyung who somehow manages to look breathtaking while leering at Jimin. Jimin wants to push his face away so he does.
“What?” Taehyung’s voice comes out muffled.
“I can’t think with your stupid face so close,” Jimin replies.
Taehyung pushes Jimin’s hand away and looks at him for a long time. Somehow, Jimin’s heart stops trying to escape via his mouth. The Tae Effect.
“You’re my favourite, you know that, right?” Taehyung asks. His hands let go of Jimin’s ass and move up until they’re holding his hips. “Nothing could change that.”
Jimin’s heart flops inside his chest, too weak to even attempt an escape now. “Yeah.”
“Just like I know I’m you’re favorite,” Jimin nods, smiling a little. “So while I really want you to fuck me,” he pauses when Jimin gasps. “I am also down for a cuddle and a movie.”
“You-,” Jimin’s voice cracks and he has to clear his throat. Taehyung’s thumb draws reassuring circles on the skin of Jimin’s hips. “Um, you want me to fuck you?”
Taehyung frowns. “Is that a problem?”
“No, no. It’s just usually, my partners prefer it, um, the other way around,” he manages to say, hating the way his skin heats up. He’s 27 years-old, for crying out loud. How is Taehyung doing this to him?
“Oh! Well, we could try it either way, I don’t mind. I’ve just seen your lovely dick and I really want it up my ass.”
“Taehyung!” Jimin groans, mortified and pleased at the same time. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
Taehyung grins shamelessly. “I can’t believe nobody has asked you to fuck them. Men are so stupid!”
“Tae,” Jimin dissolves into a fit of giggles and Taehyung gather him in his arms.
“No one? Really?”
“Even girls had this weird thing about my ass,” Jimin says.
Taehyung’s face goes blank. “Um, are you telling me you let a girl peg you and you’ve never told me before?”
“Do you really want to talk about this right now?” Jimin cocks his head and Taehyung nods, conceding the point.
“So, do you wanna?”
And yeah, Jimin really wanna so they do.
It’s the single most intense experience of his life. Taehyung is an incredible lover; attentive and sweet but also pushy and shameless. He takes his time unraveling Jimin, kissing every inch of his body and leaving fiery bruises in his wake. His wicked tongue travel to places unknown to him before but he settles on these uncharted territories like he’s been living there all his life. Jimin is a mess, his cock aches like never before but he’s never felt more alive than he has in that moment.
Emotions are bubbling to the surface, threatening to overflow at any moment and Jimin can barely stand to be in his own skin.
When Taehyung lies on his back and open his legs for him, Jimin has to close his eyes and focus on his breathing in order to keep it together. It’s just that Taehyung is beautiful in a way that is paralyzing and all encompassing. His gorgeous cock is pink and thick and it pools drool in Jimin’s mouth.The sight of Taehyung’s pink hole waiting for Jimin’s searching fingers is enough to bring him to the edge. He’s nervous in a way he hasn’t felt since his first time back in high school. He uses too much lube, his thighs are shaking, his knees are weak and his heart is beating so fast, he’s afraid it’s going to stop completely.
The only thing keeping him coherent is the incessant shatter Taehyung produces. From the amazing little noises he lets out to sweet words of encouragements, he doesn’t keep quiet long enough for Jimin to lose his shit.
Which he almost does with every new finger he pushes into his best friend. His best friend . Jimin is currently fingering his best friend.
Zayn was right; this was really the place to lose your fears, Jimin thinks absurdly.
“Jimin, babe, please,” Jimin almost chokes at the term of endearment. It should sound ridiculous except Taehyung looks wrecked and he’s literally begging for Jimin’s cock. It’s possibly the hottest thing Jimin’s ever heard in his life.
“Yeah, of course, coming right up,” Jimin says nonsensically, fumbling with the condom.
Taehyung laughs at that. “God, you’re so cute!”
Jimin wants to crawl under the bed. “Shut up! I promise I’m not this clumsy or awkward, usually. I’m good at sex!”
Taehyung stops laughing and cocks his head to the side. “I’m not complaining. You can be cute and have a good stroke game. Look at me,” he says framing his own face with his hands and batting his eyelashes. Jimin, condom wrapped around his dick, starts giggling.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says moving up Taehyung body and kissing him wetly.
Taehyung moans and Jimin’s dick twitches impatiently. “Come on, Jiminie.”
“Yeah,” Jimin breathes.
It will take Jimin actual weeks to recover from the feeling of pushing into Taehyung until he bottoms out. The piercing all consuming heat of Taehyung wrapped so perfectly around him. Taehyung’s wide eyes fluttering closed as his mouths falls open and a breathy moans echoes in the room. The desperate way his knees clutch Jimin’s sides. The unforgettable feeling of Taehyung squeezing his cock deeper. The dizzy freefall of having Taehyung sobbing every time he brushes the sweet spot inside of him. The wonder of watching Taehyung roll his hips to meet each of Jimin’s thrusts. The shiver inducing curl of heat at the pit of his stomach every time he pushes inside of Taehyung. It will be carved inside his brain and for weeks, it’s all Jimin will be able to think about.
Their hands are interlocked by Taehyung’s head and at some point, Taehyung opens his eyes and refuses to look away from Jimin, even in the depth of their passion, even when his eyes are fluttering and he has to clamp his teeth on his bottom lip, he doesn’t look away. Joy blossoms in Jimin’s chest, spreading like millions of tiny explosions all over him and his eyes are suddenly watery.
“Jimin,” Taehyung frowns. Jimin shakes his head, tries to blink the tears away but all he manages is a wrecked sob as they escape and trail down his cheeks.
“No,” Taehyung whispers, unlacing their fingers only to cup Jimin’s cheeks. He wipes the tears away with his thumbs and brings Jimin’s head down for a soft forehead kiss.
It only makes the tears fall harder.
“Oh god,” he groans. “I just,” but the words don’t come. He can’t explain it because he doesn’t know how. He’s never felt this way before. Something unwelcome appears in his chest, something that sends waves of anxiety swirling through him. He tries to push it down and for the most part he manages it.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Taehyung says, “I’ve got you.”
He wraps himself tightly around Jimin, whispering words of comfort and praise until Jimin’s tears have disappeared.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“I ruined the-,”he is interrupted by his own moan as Taehyung squeeze his still hard cock.
“You were saying?” he asks smugly. Jimin wants to punch him… with his mouth. “I really want to come,” he pouts and Jimin does punch him with his mouth and also, bites him a little. Taehyung’s lips are incredibly plush; he can’t get enough of them.
He pulls away and pushes back in, slowly at first and then with more confidence and speed. Taehyung gets louder with each thrust and Jimin is lost to the melody of their skin meeting and their voice mingling in ecstasy.
“Chim… Jimin, I’m so close,” Taehyung whines. Jimin wraps his hand around Taehyung’s pretty cock and squeezes the base making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He curses loudly and Jimin repeats the motion. He grins when Taehyung shouts. Jimin slowly pumps his shaft, teasing the head.
“Such a lovely dick,” he purrs, eyes intent on Taehyung, who squirms and whimpers. Jimin has the sudden urge to feel the weight of it against his tongue so he bends down and swallow the tip, swirling his tongue around the head.
He sputters when Taehyung comes unexpectedly across his lips with a drawn out moan than ends with a hoarse groan. Jimin’s got come dripping down his chin but he can only focus on the way Taehyung writhes beneath him. He watches mesmerized as Taehyung’s body shakes with the aftermath of his orgasm, his chest heaving and his limbs going from tense to soft in the blink of an eye.
He’s the most beautiful thing Jimin’s ever seen.
He comes unbidden, still buried deep inside Taehyung, his body seizing suddenly and a wrecked sob is wrenched out of his lungs. He collapses on top of Taehyung, exhausted, sated and changed.
Once they’ve recovered, Jimin takes care of Taehyung. He runs to the bathroom and after quickly washing off, he wets a towel with hot water and runs back to his bedroom. He gingerly cleans Taehyung who watches him intently. When he’s done he tries to get the towel to the laundry basket but Taehyung stops him; curling his fingers around Jimin’s wrist.
“Don’t leave,” he says groggily.
Jimin’s heart squeezes painfully. “I won’t.”
He drops the towel to the floor and climbs next to Taehyung on the bed. He wraps himself around Taehyung’s back, his chin crooked over his shoulder. Taehyung clings to his arm and lets out a quiet sigh that drifts over Jimin’s skin and seeps into his blood.
He doesn’t sleep that night, the anxiety from earlier returning and transforming into a small amber of fear. It lodges itself in his chest and refuses to crumple to dust no matter how much Jimin tries to rationalize the situation. He watches the back of Taehyung’s head and when Taehyung turns in his sleep he drinks in the sight of his sleeping features, soft and young and more precious to him than he could have anticipated. The amber vibrates inside of him, making him heart sick.
He’s in love with his best friend.
When Taehyung’s eyes flutter open the next day, Jimin smiles at him but it’s a futile effort when there are tears clinging to his eyelashes. Taehyung frowns sleepily and opens his mouth but before he can talk, Jimin cups his face and shakes his head.
Taehyung’s face goes blank before weary understanding creeps in.
“We have to stop,” Jimin whispers brokenly.
Taehyung’s eyes fleet over his face searchingly, worry etched over every line of his face. Jimin’s stupid heart bleeds a little.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I just think it’s for the best,” Jimin explains without saying much but Taehyung gets it because of course he does. Taehyung will always get Jimin.
“Last night was…. a lot,” he says and Jimin wants to laugh but it would be an ugly, bitter sound so he swallows it. He nods and Taehyung brings his hand to his rest over Jimin’s on his cheek.
“I’m here,” he says and Jimin feels a fresh batch of tears travel down his face.
“I know.” He scoots closer and kisses Taehyung one last time.
Taehyung goes back to his side of the hallway not long after but leaves Soonshim behind. Jimin buries his face in her fur and lets the tears flow.
Jimin’s life is a mess for the next few weeks. Everything is slightly off kilter and nothing makes much sense. He doesn’t see Taehyung anymore, he can barely make himself to go to work, food has lost all appeal, he can’t even bring himself to listen to music and the number over his whatsapp logo reaches five thousand unread texts before he decides to leave the group. He feels like scum but he talks about it with Seokjin who assures him they all understand and only want him to be happy. It only makes him feel even more like shit.
Mostly though, he just worries about having hurt Taehyung and potentially having screwed up the most important relationship of his adult life.
Like he said, a mess.
He stops going to their Saturday night dinners and Jeongguk has taken to spending them with him instead. Jimin suspects his feels guilty for starting all of it. He should reassure him and tell him that he doesn’t regret anything but Jimin is lonely, he misses his friends and he doesn’t want Jeongguk to leave him. He’s the only one who bring up Taehyung in conversation without flinching.
Not that Taehyung is completely gone from Jimin’s life. They are neighbours afterwards and Soonshim is as much his dog as she is Taehyung. They see each other in passing and they even talk. But it’s not even close to what they used to be.They still text a lot, mostly about dramas or to complain about parents. Taehyung still sends him videos of baby animals and pictures of Soonshim at the park. Jimin still sends him links to ridiculous wikipedia articles and pictures of his ballet class.
They talk but they’re not talking.
The worst part is that Jimin misses both Taehyungs, the best friend and the lover but he’s still not closer to getting his shit together so he backs off, let’s Taehyung smile tightly at him across the hall without reaching out like he desperately wants to.
Thankfully the Christmas recital rehearsals keep him busy for most of December. He barely has the time to think about Taehyung when he's working roughly sixty hours a week.
(That is a filthy lie. Taehyung is everywhere. He’s been such a fundamental part of Jimin’s life that even when he’s not there, he’s still present. His scent lingers in Jimin’s apartment. Taehyung’s old pupils represent about thirty percent of Jimin’s ballet class. Jimin has to actually buy a coffee machine because Taehyung used to get their coffee every morning. The bitter taste of self made coffee is so depressing, Jimin switches to orange juice. Half of Jimin’s wardrobe is Taehyung’s. He seems to find Soonshim’s toys everywhere he goes, even in his goddamn classroom. Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about him even he underwent a lobotomy. Sunday afternoons are particularly painful. It’s better to pretend though and plaster a smile on his face. If he keeps working hard, maybe he’ll finally manage to forget that his best friend turned out to be the possible love of his life and he was too busy freaking out to do anything about it.)
The recital goes off without a hitch and Jimin lets himself enjoy the applause and the accolades. He hugs his little troupe and as per usual, he has a bouquet ready for every one of them. The parents are beaming with pride and some even have Christmas presents for him. It’s a good afternoon and when Jimin sees all his friends in the back of the small auditorium, whistling and cheering, Jimin feels happy for the first time in weeks.
Taehyung is waiting for him after he says goodbye to the last kid with a bouquet. It’s tradition but he didn’t expect Taehyung to respect it this year. He freezes in place on the threshold of the green room, surprised and so terribly fond. His chest aches a little. A lot. Taehyung’s smile is so inviting Jimin doesn’t even hesitate before striding over and embracing him. Hoseok and Jeongguk join in, wrapping their arms around the pair of them and squealing happily.
Taehyung buries his nose in Jimin’s neck inhaling and Jimin tighten his arm around him.
Jeongguk refuses to let go off Jimin until he accepts to go with them to Silver Spoon. The restaurant is elegantly decorated for the season and the sight of their Table is so dear, Jimin aches with it. Seokjin wraps an arm around his shoulders, bringing him close.
“Welcome back,” he sings and Jimin smiles. He drops his head on his friend’s shoulder and watches as his other friends settle around their table. “Come on, there’s a cake waiting for you, Jiminie.”
Seokjin leads him to the Table and pushes him down onto his usual seat between Hoseok and Taehyung. It’s a tense moment where neither really looks at the other but then, on its own accord, Jimin’s hands reaches over and grabs hold of Taehyung’s. Their fingers intertwine and Taehyung squeezes once softly before bringing their joined hand to rest of his lap.
Barring meal time, their hands remain locked for the rest of the evening and although they barely talk, Jimin feels more like himself than he has in a long while.
He spends most of the evening watching Yoongi and Hoseok. After their last text conversation, Hoseok didn’t mention their situation again or if he’s made any progress with his plan to ask Yoongi to move in with him. Jimin thought things were more dire between them but watching them this evening, it seems he’s misjudged the situation. There is tension between them, sure, and there is clearly still a lot of issues to resolve but the small interactions Jimin witnesses between them spark hope in his heart.
Hoseok keeps feeding Yoongi who is too absorbed in a conversation with Namjoon to pay attention to his food. When Jeongguk puts music on and drags most of them to the dance floor, Yoongi stays close by with a water bottle at the ready. When it’s time to leave, Yoongi bundles up a fussy and ridiculously drunk Hoseok into his coat, scarf and mittens. He has that soft kitten look on his face again and when Hoseok puckered up his lips for a kiss, Yoongi doesn’t even hesitate before indulging him.
“I love you, Min Yoongi. Only you forever, I promise,” Hoseok declares. Yoongi ducks his head but Jimin knows he’s smiling and possibly even blushing.
“Love you, too, Hobi,” He says and wraps an arm around Hoseok’s waist to safely guide him home. The rest of the group has already left by then, Taehyung waving at Jimin from his perch on Jeongguk’s back before they departed into the icy night. Seokjin left the keys to the restaurant with Jimin who checks he’s locked everything twice.Yoongi watches him do it with a look of indulgence so akin to a father’s, Jimin smiles at him.
They bring Hoseok home and when he’s tucked safely into bed with a water bottle and two aspirins on his side table, they leave his apartment to the sound of his snores.
Yoongi’s place is close to Jimin’s so they walk together. They’re quiet for a while, happy to be so after a few hours of constant noise. The streets are covered with snow and Jimin buries his nose in his scarf. It was a gift from Taehyung; one of the first thing he bought him back in university. It’s silly but even though Taehyung has never worn it; Jimin swears he can smell him on it.
“How can you be so angry and hurt by Hoseok’s actions and still…-,” he trails off when he meets Yoongi’s eyes.
“Still take care of him?” Yoongi finishes. Jimin nods, feeling suddenly small under his older friend’s gaze. “I love him,” Yoongi shrugs like it’s easy and simple when Jimin knows it’s anything but.
“But things are so complicated between the two of you right now,” Jimin pushes although he never is one to do so, especially not with Yoongi. But perhaps, he’s been worried about their relationship for completely selfish reasons. Their big fight framed Jimin and Taehyung’s own… thing. It was in the background, niggling and nudging at Jimin’s subconscious. There was too many similarities, too much at stake. Perhaps, without realizing he was doing it, Jimin has been drawing a parallel between the two situations.
“Things are always complicated, Jimin.”
Jimin sighs. “They’ve never seemed more complicated,” he insists.
Yoongi remains silent for a while longer, until they’ve almost reached his building. Jimin has resigned himself to going home without an answer but just as they turn the corner to Yoongi’s street; Yoongi puts a gloved hand on his arm to stop him. Jimin looks at his friend, his button nose red from the cold and his soft cheeks rounded with a small smile.
“Hoseok is my person. He is it for me. Not because I love him the way I do, although that certainly helps, but because he was my best friend first,” Yoongi says pointedly. “I’m always going to have his back because there is no doubt in my mind that he’ll always have mine.” Jimin feels all the blood rush to his face, the loud thud of his heart echoing in his heart. “You don’t have to worry so much, kid. Hobi and I will be fine.”
Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin and steers him towards his building. “You should let him know that,” Jimin remarks with a pointed stare of his own.
“He knows I miss him.”
Jimin glares. “That’s not enough, hyung.”
Yoongi nods and Jimin lets himself smile. “You wanna crash here?” Yoongi offers but Jimin feels suddenly too nervous, too wistful for sleep. He needs to walk for a while longer, let the winter air clear his mind.
“Nah, it’s okay, hyung. I think I’ll walk around for a while.”
“Text me when you get home,” Yoongi says and Jimin smiles.
“I will,” he promises.
Three hours later, Jimin drudges up the stairs to his apartment. He feels frozen to his bones, his boots wet and his limbs numb from the cold. He’s only thinking about the hot shower waiting for him but when he gets to the hallway leading to his apartment he notices Taehyung’s door is slightly ajar and before he goes to check a disheveled Taehyung appears at his door, Soonshim at his socked feet. There are bells on his socks.
Jimin’s heart positively swells.
“You were waiting?”
“Of course,” Taehyung scoffs. He rubs his belly over his t-shirt with one hand and ruffles his hair with the other. Jimin’s stupid heart is wailing now.
That’s my person , he thinks happily.
“You didn’t have to,” he says with a smile but his voice comes out weak.
“You keep stating the obvious tonight,” Taehyung makes a face. Jimin has never wanted to kiss him more than he does right now. “Jeongguk is crashing on my couch but I can make you hot chocolate, if you want.”
Jimin shakes his head. He slowly walks over to his best friend and watches carefully as Taehyung’s face lights up with hope. His heart is beating a frantic and loud tempo down his veins but he doesn’t falter. Jimin put his arms around Taehyung and nestles his nose under his chin. Taehyung wraps his arms around him and Jimin can feel him swallow harshly.
“I missed your hugs. This is the second one tonight.”
Jimin squeezes him closer. “I’m sorry.”
“No need for apologies. It was just an observation.”
Jimin hums. “Do you mind if I share one of my own?”
“Never,” Taehyung says running his hand up and down Jimin’s arm.
“I am in love,” he whispers. Taehyung hand stops moving. “I finally fell in love and I couldn’t even tell you.”
“I fell in love, too and you’re the only one I wanted to tell,” Taehyung replies. Jimin feels his lips brush the crown of his head. Jimin lets the word wash over him, warming him up from the inside out better than any shower could.
“I don’t care anymore that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I don’t care that it happened randomly and it doesn’t matter that we went at it the wrong way or whatever. It’s happening and it’s wonderful and I love it. But more importantly,” he pauses because Jimin needs to look at Taehyung; he needs him to understand. “I trust you with everything else, why couldn’t I trust you with my heart?”
“For someone who’s not really good at romance, you’re nailing this,” Taehyung says with a boxy grin.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me,” he laughs and Taehyung obliges.
They both inhale sharply when their lips finally meet and they both smile into the kiss.
Some things simply won’t change.
A year or so later.
The sound of Namjoon’s voice rapping through the speakers echoes through the walls but all Taehyung can focus on is Jimin’s soft pillowy lips trailing biting kisses down his throat. He should feel bad for missing the party, especially since he is such a fan of August D and Rap Monster’s mixtape but really, who can blame him when... Jimin.
Jimin and his wonderful, lovely and addictive mouth.
“We should join the others,” his boyfriend says and then blows on the wet skin of Taehyung’s neck. He shivers. God, that mouth!
“Hoseok hasn’t finished telling his story,” he concurs but neither of them makes a move to leave Seokjin’s office.
“You know he loves telling the engagement story,” Jimin adds, looking up, his eyes like molten lava. Taehyung’s silly heart hiccups.
“Even if he told it about a thousand times,” Taehyung whispers before leaning down and biting on Jimin’s lower lip. He relishes in the gasp his boyfriend lets out. Jimin’s eyes darken further and he cups Taehyung’s face with his strong hands.
“I’m sure he won’t mind telling it once more,” Jimin grins before dropping to his knees.
“Happy birthday to me,” he laughs and Jimin beams up at him.