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You Don't Have to Understand

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“I’m not sleeping alone tonight, there’s no way. Nope. No no, I can’t. Jimin, I can’t.” Taehyung babbles, eyes wide as he stares at the laptop screen, and clutches onto Jimin just a little too tightly.

“Ow – Ouch Tae,” Jimin hisses, making a move to pry his friend’s fingers from his arm, but he ends up squeezing Taehyung’s wrist instead, all in an attempt to quell his own rising fears. Sadly, it doesn't help.

Jimin and Taehyung both loved horror movies, but just because they loved them, didn’t mean that they weren’t incredibly sensitive to all things scary. In short, they were big babies, and they had an uncanny ability to freak themselves out. Scary movies were simultaneously the best, and the worst thing for the two.

Sometimes, the things you love the most can hurt you the most.

“Oh my god, why’d I agree to watch this, I have a test tomorrow, oh my god. I’m not gonna be able to sleep, oh my god. Did you see that, Tae? Oh my god.”

And so, the remainder of the movie was watched in such a fashion. Why are we watching this? I’m never doing this again. Ew, did you see that? And of course, there was a fair few holy fucks, and fuck thats sprinkled in there, and even the occasional fucking fuck that’s so fucking wrong no fucking way ohmygod what the actual fucking fuck just fucking happened.

And, because it’s Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, even when the movie ended, it was only the beginning of their problems.

“Seriously, why do they do this? Why do they make the credits so scary, I mean come on.” Taehyung’s practically whining at this point, eyes still fixed on the laptop, butt still glued to the couch, and hands still gripping onto Jimin for dear life. Currently, the only light in their dorm came from the laptop screen, but it didn’t offer much comfort.

The faint light only casts menacing shadows on the walls, which maybe wouldn’t have been so scary if the music that played during the closing credits didn’t sound like it came straight from Satan’s own private orchestra.

“Turn on the light,” Jimin urges, nudging his friend. “Why’s the music getting louder? Turn on the light, Tae.”

“Why don’t you shut off the laptop - this creepy ass music is freaking me out.” Taehyung counters, returning the gesture, and elbowing Jimin as if to encourage him to get up. He was a supportive friend - always had been.

“I’ll shut off the laptop if you turn on the light.”

“I’ll turn on the light if you shut the laptop.”

Neither of them moved. The laptop sitting on the coffee table seemed to be too far away, and Jimin did not want to be the one to get off the couch first. To Taehyung, getting up to find the light switch was out of the question. Trying to find a light switch in the dark was just inviting a demon to snatch you up.

The sinister music grows more frantic, and whatever hellish instrument is being played makes Jimin want to plug his ears before they started bleeding.

“What even is this – what are they playing? Are they playing the violin with a table saw? It’s getting worse, Jimin please just shut off the laptop before I piss my pants.” Taehyung’s practically yelling at this point in order to be heard over the music, and he grips Jimin’s arm tightly, fingers pressing deeper into his skin as the music becomes more frenzied.

Jimin really doesn’t want to get up. In fact, he’s so scared of getting up that he’s considering just pushing Taehyung off the couch, and using him as a sacrifice to whatever creature may be lurking in their apartment. Now, that said a lot about just how scared he was, because he fucking loved Taehyung, and it would suck if he got eaten. Plus, the emotional scarring from watching your best friend getting gobbled up would be a whole other thing to deal with, and Jimin doesn’t know if he’s ready to deal with that just yet.

And that is why Jimin decided he had to shut off the laptop – for Taehyung.

He takes a deep breath in, and slowly rakes his fingers through his soft blonde hair in an attempt to calm himself. This couldn’t go on forever. Something had to be done. He had a test tomorrow, and no stupid movie was going to prevent him from writing it.

Not stopping to second guess himself, Jimin springs up from the couch. He takes two (yes, only two) steps to the coffee table, closes the laptop, and successfully silences the horrendous music while simultaneously plunging the entire room into complete and utter darkness.

Fuck. This was so much worse.

“Tae, turn on the light!” Jimin screams, whatever sliver of courage he had summoned, gone, just like that. He almost trips over himself as he scurries back to the couch; back to sanctuary.

“I can’t! It’s too dark, oh my god I’m so scared,” Taehyung tries to latch onto Jimin, but Jimin is having none of it.

“You dick stick – I shut off the laptop, so you have to turn on the light!”

“I don’t wanna get up, it’s so dark in here!”

They were full on screaming at each other, nothing but sheer panic and terror in each of their voices. Taehyung kept crying about how dark it was, and Jimin agreed, because yeah, it was fucking dark. But he was getting really fed up. They couldn’t stay stranded and scared on the couch all night.

“I know it’s dark! That’s why you need to turn on a li-” Jimin’s voice is cut off by the sound of knocking, and the sudden noise makes both boys screech; hitting notes they’d never hit before.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung grabs at Jimin’s hoodie, and Jimin nearly crawls onto Taehyung’s lap.

And then, there was the knocking again, and this time, it was louder.

“Taehyung? Jimin? Come on, Open up. What are you doing in there?”

The boys in question look at each other, then at the door, and even though they had just been clinging to the couch as if it was a lifeline, now they’re racing to the door as if it’s the Holy Grail. The voice on the other side of the door was a voice they recognized, and with the way Jimin and Taehyung were acting, it might as well have been the voice of God himself.

“Namjoon!” They both call out, relief flooding through their bodies and chasing away the last traces of fear. Jimin reaches the door first, flinging it open to welcome the hallway light that spilled into their room. And of course, he welcomed Namjoon, who appeared utterly dumbfounded as Jimin and Taehyung both throw their arms around him.

“Woah - what are you doing? And why’s it so dark in your apartment?” The oldest questions, allowing Jimin and Taehyung to hug him until he starts to wonder if they’re actually trying to suffocate him. Mildly concerned, he gently pushes them away.

“W-we were watching a scary movie and then it ended, but it didn’t really end because the music at the end was so scary and then we shut it off and it was so dark, and oh my god.” Taehyung pauses for a moment to catch his breath, before simply concluding with, “that was scary.”

“Ah, I see…” Namjoon murmurs, and even though he kind of wants to laugh at how ridiculous his two friends are (seriously, who else could make a horror movie into this big of an affair), he remains serious. He is an RA after all, and he had to do his job.

“Do you guys know what time it is?” Namjoon questions, but neither Jimin nor Taehyung answer. They simply lower their gazes, realizing that they were in trouble, and that Namjoon didn’t just show up because he knew the state of emergency they’d been in.

“It’s nearly two hours past quiet hours. I received a lot of complaints about how noisy you guys were being. I really don’t want to have to write you up, but this is the third time it’s happened…” He sighs, and shakes his head. “This is your last warning. Got it?”

The two younger boys nod earnestly, and Jimin finally finds the courage to look up at Namjoon. “Sorry, hyung. This’ll be the last time. Promise.”

“It better be.” Namjoon sighs again, because damn, being an RA could be exhausting (especially when you had Jimin and Taehyung on your floor). “Now get some sleep. Jimin, weren’t you complaining earlier today about how you have a huge test tomorrow?”

Jimin nods again, and replies in a contrite tone, “yeah, I do.”

“Well…good luck on it.” The eldest finally smiles, just enough to ease the tense atmosphere.

“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin smiles back, finding himself relaxing just from that small smile from the other.

“You’re welcome.” Namjoon fixes the pair with a pointed stare. “Now both of you, go to sleep.”

Taehyung nods emphatically, and throws an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “Will do, we promise!” He flashes a grin Namjoon’s way, “night hyung - you’re the best! Sweet dreams!”

With a small nod in parting, Namjoon leaves, and only then does Taehyung finally flick on the light switch.

“Good thing Namjoon is an RA. Or else we’d be in some serious shit.” He points out, making his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. All that screaming really made him thirsty.

“No kidding…” Jimin trails slowly behind, but then glances to his bedroom door. Damn, he was tired. A little jittery, yeah. But so, so tired. “I’d better head to bed. I’ll leave my door unlocked so you can come in if you want.” He says, knowing that neither of them wanted to sleep alone after that movie.

Taehyung smiles, thankful for Jimin’s offer. Though, he would’ve crawled in with him even if he hadn’t offered. “Alright, I’ll be in after I change. That is the last time we watch Insidious, by the way.”

“Tae, you literally say that after every time we watch it.”

“Yeah but this time I mean it.”

And just like that, they’re giggling, Jimin throwing his head back in a fit of laughter, and Taehyung showing off his wide, boxy grin. There wasn’t much that was better than sharing a dorm with your best friend. To Jimin, the only thing better than sharing a dorm with your best friend was having Taehyung as a best friend. To Taehyung, the only thing better was having Jimin as a best friend.

They’d been inseparable since they met in elementary school, and they shared a friendship unlike any other. Even their closest friends; Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok, all agreed that what Jimin and Taehyng had was… special. No, not just special. Unique. Or… perhaps another word for it could be… odd.

After all, there weren’t many people who could say they have sex with their best friend, and that it isn’t awkward afterwards. Jimin and Taehyung aren’t friends with benefits by any means, and they would never refer to their relationship as that. No, they were something else. They were best friends, and they sometimes had sex. But only sometimes.

No one else really understood how it worked, no one knew how there were no complications when it came to a friendship like that. But, for Jimin and Taehyung, it just worked. They loved each other as best friends, and nothing more than that. To them, it would be just weird to date, or to see the other in a romantic way. No one else understood, but it was okay, because no one else had to understand.

The only people who needed to understand were Jimin and Taehyung, and they both understand just fine.