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Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?

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Jimin was scrolling through his phone with one hand, lying against the headboard of his bed. Tucked into his side was Taehyung, arms tightly wrapped around Jimin's torso, his blue freshly dyed hairs tickling the underside of Jimin's jaw. Jimin switched between patting Taehyung’s shoulders and rubbing down his back, soothing him and keeping him in deep sleep. Taehyung had not slept properly for a couple weeks, and Jimin had to drag him out of the studio into bed when he saw Taehyung fall asleep holding charcoal.


Jimin crept up behind Taehyung at the library, who seemed to be looking at his laptop, leaning his head against his fist. When Jimin got closer, he realised that Taehyung was just scrolling through instagram on his phone, instead of writing his art history paper.

“Boo!” Jimin jolted Taehyung’s shoulders, and Taehyung dropped his phone onto his keyboard, earning him the glares of a couple students around them. Jimin laughed silently, watching Taehyung pull out his airpods. He sat down, his space reserved by Taehyung's bag, almost bursting at the seams. As Jimin set his own bag down, Taehyung tapped his shoulder.

“Got you something,” Taehyung whispered, before reaching into his own bag. He pulled out a subway sandwich (looking suspiciously small) and an energy drink. “Kinda ate half of it because I finished lunch and was still hungry,”

Jimin slapped Taehyung's arm. “Every time! Every time I tell you to buy two so I can still have some and you say you're broke.” Taehyung flashed him a smile. “Thanks though. Needed this after practice.”

“Knew you would,” replied Taehyung, cracking a cheesy wink before turning to stare at the word document again, waiting for his essay to write itself. Jimin giggled between bites of his subway.


Taehyung fixed his outfit in the mirror of Jimin's dorm room, whilst Jimin sat at his desk, patting glittler on his eyelids and picking up his eyeshadow palette for the umpteenth time that night. Taehyung ran his hands over his mesh undershirt and ruffled through his hair.

“Ah Jimin,” Taehyung whined, pouting and turning around.

“I’m done! I’m literally done!” Jimin put his tweezers down on his desk before standing up and facing Taehyung. The glitter under his eyes caught the yellowish light of the dorm, and shone like gold. “Looks good right?”

“Ooh,” Taehyung nodded and smirked, impressed.“very sexy. Who you looking to pull tonight?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “I never dance with anyone but you. But, if anyone, I have to say Mr Kim Taehyung is looking delicious,” he mocked.

“Really? Do I look good in mesh?” Taehyung felt up the material on his arms and looked in the mirror again.

“You look good when you have snot down your face and when you've thrown up in a toilet. Now let’s go before Hoseok hyung yells at us for being late again.”

Jimin dragged Taehyung out of his room with a hold on his wrist whilst Taehyung grabbed the lights and closed the door behind him.


Hoseok ran his hands through his hair before securing a cap over it.

“I really don't get why you complain about dating.”

Jimin and Taehyung looked up from their phones. They were both slouched in a beanbag each, Jimin more in Taehyungs than his own, scrolling through tinder, and whining about every person they would come across. They both kept muttering to each other and Hoseok closed his laptop in frustration.

“Just date each other and save me the headache.”

Taehyung didn't even glance up. “But Jimin's my best friend.”

“Jimin did your laundry for the first term because you didn't know how. He cleaned your room when you were sick and you paint him all the time. You're basically married.”

“We are.” Jimin agreed.

“Then date! And stop whining in front of me.”

Jimin put his phone in his lap, a strange expression on his face. He turned his head to Taehyung’s, face so close that he could see the mole on his cheek.



“Do you want to go out?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, when you're free, let me know and we can go on a date.”


“A date. Just to try it out!” Jimin closed the tinder app on his phone and opened Instagram. before smiling lightly at Taehyung.

Taehyung flitted his eyes back onto his phone and closed tinder too.


They were both useless really. Teaming up to sit in a Starbucks and do work but ending up chatting over drinks and muffins.

“We could do that date tonight if you want. I'll buy Mcdonalds and get it served to the table!”

Taehyung stiffened in his seat and fiddled with a half eaten muffin.

“Taehyung-ah? You’re free right?”

“Can we, just, not date?”

Jimin pouted slightly. “You agreed when Hobi hyung suggested it! It won't hurt to try.”

Tahyung squirmed in his seat. “I don't see you are more than a friend, Jiminie. Sorry.”

“Not even a best friend? Not even a forever friend? Wow, I can’t believe I’m being reduced to a ‘friend’, I can-” Jimin continued, mock exasperation sending Taehyung into giggles and pleading sorrys to Jimin, latching a hold of jimin's hand. “You even kissed me you bastard!”

It was Taehyung's turn to pout. “Don’t blackmail me about my first drink, I didn’t know I was a lightweight!” Taehyung whined and Jimin smiled at the memory.

“It's fine Tae, don't wanna make you uncomfortable with it. I will make you uncomfortable with the details of the next hook up though. Can't be helped.”

Taehyung shuddered as Jimin pulled up tinder on his phone.


Taehyung and Jimin dragged themselves through the next week, spending less time together. They stopped going to the library and focused on practicals, Jimin sweating out choreo in the studio and Taehyung a couple of buildings over, painting on canvas, sat on the dirty art room floor. Taehyung would giggle at the memes Jimin would send when he was on break, and at the end of the night when dawn broke, Taehyung would slip a painted heart under Jimin's door on the way to his own room, picking his favourite colour of the night.

Taehyung: pizza tonight at mine?

Jimin: no pizza
Jimin: chinese?

Taehyung : :(
Taehyung: :) yes!! When will the prince be arriving?

Jimin: the prince will arrive at 11
Jimin: he has an essay due and is v stressed

Taehyung: u can do this! I will have hot chinese waiting for you

Jimin: i love you

Taehyung felt his stomach twist.

Taehyung: luv u more [heart emoji]


The chinese was gulfed in minutes, the pair catching up on Taehyung's floor, palettes and sketchbooks pushed to one side precariously. Taehyung went to dump the rubbish in the kitchens whilst Jimin picked a movie on netflix. They watched the movie huddled under a blanket, Taehyung not watching much of the show but fiddling with Jimins hands and rubbing his fingers over Jimin's piercings. He left to go to the bathroom, to do his skincare.

He cleansed and tapped on his serum, before looking in the mirror and remembering Jimin's instagram post in the morning. It was a mirror selfie in his own bathroom, the edges of the mirror decorated with colourful hearts, painted on scraps of paper. Taehyung chuckled to himself, cheeks going rosy. I’m so stupid.


He heard Jimin pause the movie. “Yeah?”

“Can you come here a sec?”

“Ah, why?” Jimin whined, warm under the blanket.

“Please?” He heard his bed creak and Jimin stepped into his tiny bathroom soon after, eyes slightly droopy.

Taehyung blinked a couple times at Jimin. “You look cute.”

“Thanks. Is that it?” Jimin stuffed his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants. Taehyung wondered how anyone could look that good in sweatpants.

“No.” Taehyung hesitated. “Can we.. try something?”


Taehyung lifted his hand slowly, awkwardly brushing though Jimin's hair and settling on his shoulders. He fidgeted on the spot, moved his fingers to rest lightly on Jimin's neck, wanting to go further up to his jaw. Jimin looked up at Taehyung, concerned.

“Are you sure, Tae?”

Taehyung nodded, lips bitten in determination. He leant down and pressed his lips on Jimin's own, marvelling at how plump they were. He stopped himself from going further and pulled away, breathing hard, eyes darting over Jimin’s face. Why was his heart beating so fast?

He moved his hand down Jimin's body, settling on his waist. Jimin smiled weakly at him, eyes gone fond like when Taehyung first kissed him in their young drunken stupidness. Taehyung leant in again, this time pressing further into Jimin's mouth. Jimin lifted his hands and cradled Taehyung's face, moving to touch his neck, fingers dancing in Taehyung’s grown out hair, thumb caressing his jaw. They slotted together, warm, and when Jimin laid a hand on Taehyung's chest, he felt Taehyung's heart threatening to jump out.

“Think I've always liked you,” Taehyung admitted. He nodded, confirming his own thoughts. Jimins signed, tiptoed and slung his arms around Taehyung’s neck, hugging him tight and allowing Taehyung to envelop him.

“Me too.” He kissed Taehyung's cheek. “You wanna go back to watching netflix? As non-single people now?”

Taehyung grinned, and used his grip on Jimin's back to pick him up and carry him to the bed, as Jimin laughed, mock pleading to let him down.


When they kissed each other goodbye at lunch, Hoseok exclaimed “Thank fucking God.”

Taehyung and Jimin laughed, and smiled into another quick kiss.