Stepping inside the large house that’s just a few blocks away from his dorm proves to be more of a headache than he ever gives proper credit for. Especially when the sound of bass booms atrociously through the speakers. Not to mention, the amount of bodies that pushed him from side to side when he tries to make his way to the kitchen is highly unpleasant.
Jimin wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Taehyung who he hasn’t seen. The guy didn’t even reply to his text so that leaves Jimin, lounging in the kitchen with a bunch of faces that he had never seen around campus. Parties aren’t exactly his thing, but his best friend Taehyung is the polar opposite of him. Being a member of a fraternity means he gets a free ticket invite to all of them. Jimin could just say no, but unfortunately, saying no to Kim Taehyung is easier said than done.
He sighs, leaning his back against the counter. He takes a sip of whatever drink they’ve been mixing and it tastes like shit. Regular soju would have made the cut, but no, they thought it’d be cool to mix in whatever alcohol they could find on the shelf. For a house this big, they really can’t at least get a decent drink on the table. There’s also barely any food on the kitchen counter. What’s left was those chip crumbs that looks like it has expired out of the bag. There’s a chill running down his spine when he sees someone putting a handful of chips into his mouth. He thinks its time to get out and search for Taehyung. It’ll be easier to find him if the prick could just answer his goddamn text.
He gets out of the kitchen and if the music couldn’t get any louder, he thought wrong. The crowd gets rowdier by the second and Jimin is this close to losing his shit. He walks towards the stairs and bumped into a hard chest.
“Whoa,” a deep familiar voice says and Jimin doesn’t have to look up to know who it is.
“Tae, you fuck,” Jimin says, glaring at Taehyung who, for some reason has a sly grin.
“What?” He has that nonchalant innocence written all over his face and Jimin is contemplating if he wants to punch him or kiss him silly. He shakes that last thought away as fast as it came.
“Why didn’t you reply to my text you dickhead?”
“Whoops,” Taehyung scratches the back of his head. “Must have left it somewhere, somehow.”
Taehyung’s leaning against the wall in the middle of the stairs when he reaches out to hold onto Jimin’s hand. When their hands touch, he feels electric. “What?” Jimin asks, eyes wide and questioning.
“I know you hate parties so wanna come with me to the balcony upstairs?”
“And yet, you still convince me to come to parties.” Jimin rolls his eyes but he follows Taehyung when he leads him up the stairs, their hands still holding. And it feels warm. So warm.
“You can’t say no to me,” Taehyung gives him a glance with that cheeky smile of his that turns his heart into putty.
“True.” He mumbles, quiet enough for it to be drowned out.
The balcony, when they arrived, smelled like shit. Literally. the pungent smell of alcohol is thick to the nose and Jimin wants to throw up. Taehyung had lets his hand go and he tries not to be too disappointed about it. He already misses the warm feeling of Taehyung’s large hand, holding onto his like it means something. More than friends ever would. Wishful thinking.
“So now what?” Jimin’s the first one to break the silence.
“Now we enjoy the quiet.” Taehyung’s looking at the night sky and there’s just something so peaceful just staring at him.
Jimin snorts, tearing his gaze away from Taehyung to follow his line of sight. The night sky is empty and yet Taehyung’s looking at it like its something grand. “It smells like shit in here,” he scrunches his nose to make his distaste known. There’s a chuckle coming out from Taehyung and Jimin gives his friend a glare, like a warning.
“Then come here,” Taehyung opens his arm. Jimin raises his eyebrow. “Don’t act like we’ve never cuddled before.”
“Pftch,” Jimin rolls his eyes. He ignores how hard his heart is beating against his chest. “What’s the point?” He grumbles but he finds himself moving closer to Taehyung, tucking himself to his side and it feels so warm and so nice and everything that he could ever dream of.
“Because I smell nice.” He says easily, his voice a little breathy as he tightens his hold around Jimin’s shoulder, pulling him a little closer, as close as they can be.
“Huh.” Jimin says for a lack of a better word. His tongue feels heavy and despite it all, he turns his head to nuzzle his nose against the skin of Taehyung’s neck. He smells like peaches and Jimin’s heart stumbles.
“I smell good right?”
“Mmhmm,” Jimin moves his arm to circle around Taehyung’s waist, holding him like he never ever wants to let go. He feels so content, like the best feeling in the world.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
A silent pause before the world comes crashing down in an array of heartbeats and butterflies.
“I’m in love with you.”
Jimin doesn’t say anything. Refuses to look up and instead he tightens his hold around Taehyung’s waist, burying his face against his shoulder.
“Say something. Anything.”
“Well,” Jimin’s voice is quiet. Taehyung wouldn’t be able to hear if they weren’t so close to each other. Skin against skin. “I like you. Love you. More than friends.”
“That’s nice to know.”
Jimin pulls away from Taehyung slightly and the other already has a pout on his lips. Not wanting to let Jimin go. “That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?”
Jimin’s flabbergasted. “I don’t know, discuss about it?”
“Hmm true,” Taehyung is laid back. He pulls Jimin back into his embrace. “We’ll talk about it later, let me just hold you now.”
“Unbelievable.” But Jimin’s holding onto Taehyung too.
“Since when were you in love with me?” Jimin asks, straight to the point.
“Honestly. I don’t know.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. When?”
“Why is it so important?”
“Because!” Jimin runs his fingers through his hair. “I have been in love with you since forever!”
“Bullshit,” Taehyung throws back. “Forever is just a myth.”
“Not on my fucking watch! You’re stuck with me forever. Is that also a myth?”
Taehyung laughs. Endeared. Instead of answering Taehyung pulls Jimin close to him, holding onto his cheek and giving a chaste kiss on his forehead.
“So…” Jimin trails, searching through Taehyung’s eyes. He feels winded from the soft kiss, a kiss that feels like it holds a bigger meaning. “Since when?”
Taehyung chuckles. “Since forever.”