dance with me

by glossedmouth

Summary:

Taehyung just got his gender marker changed and has started HRT. Meanwhile, his cis roomie, Jimin, is deeply falling in love with Taehyung.

Notes:

Content warnings: Taehyung's genitalia is referred to using these words: cock, dick, tdick, tcock, groin, hole, crotch. Taehyung's menstrual cycles are referred to as periods. His pronouns are he/him.

Vaping. Weed. Weed paranoia. Panic. Anxiety. Dysphoria. Toys.

Misgendering. Transphobia.

Dom Taehyung / Sub Jimin (mostly). Dom Jimin / Sub Taehyung. Saran wrap bondage. Blindfolds. Ballgags. Safe word used in one scene. Sub drop. Dom drop. Liberal usage of "slut" with Jimin's very enthusiastic consent for it.

Yes, I am trans. This is a horny story through and through. Stop reading it if it's not vibing with you at any point. Thanks.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: the prettiest guy in the whole crowd

the minute i came and i saw you
you were beautiful, the prettiest guy in the whole crowd
i want our lips to touch, to burn
feel the pleasure in my skin
yeah, yeah, i'm the prettiest virgin
talk to me, look at me, can't you see i can't take it?
i feel so lonely, i wish i could kiss you under the table
come on dance with me, come on dance
give me a wink if you want me to faint and i know you want me

- prettiest virgin; agar agar

It's 7:30 P.M. Their salon is about to close in an hour, and of course now, these two guys are staring at the board behind Taehyung, eyes squinted as they check out the prices of their services.

Taehyung feels like screaming at them to make up their minds already.

It's been a week of being the receptionist at this new salon and Taehyung has been told by the manager, Sundon, that he has no choice but to wear the short-sleeved shirt which is part of the staff uniform.

It's torture. He is really dysphoric about his arms.

He's been making it a point to hit the gym as much as possible, with or without Jimin. If it wasn't for his roomie, Taehyung wouldn't even have mustered the energy to pay for a gym membership and start working out regularly.

Thinking about Jimin makes him smile.

"What are you looking to get?" Taehyung asks one of the guys politely.

He looks at Taehyung, his face full of consternation. "Well, the barber shop I went to last week fucked up my beard."

Taehyung has been trying not to laugh at it. He nods.

"It's just 15 for a trim with the blade here," Taehyung says. He smiles, as reassuringly as possible. "One of the guys here, Yoongi, he does fixes really well. It'll take about 20 minutes."

The guy is desperate, which makes getting Yoongi the slot really easy.

"You owe me," Taehyung mouths at Yoongi over the guy's head, a tiny, pale stylist who's been really friendly to Taehyung.

Yoongi gives him a brief nod of the head in thanks. He's been running low on tips today and was grumbling a lot about it.

Taehyung sets about around the salon cleaning up. He grabs the barbicide jars, in which the used combs and scissors are dumped after each client.

It's a small salon, this one. He has to clean the jars out in one of the basins they use for their clients.

The thing about this salon despite the uniform issue is that Taehyung hasn't come out as trans to anyone here.

Not to Sundon, not to Yoongi.

And they haven't asked.

Taehyung is always waiting for the other shoe to drop. For one of them to stare too long at his body, his crotch, his chest, whatever. For one of them to snap their eyes back up to his face and give him that blankly accusing stare cis people always fix him with.

Well, it's been a month on T already now.

His voice has already started to deepen. There's definitely more hair on his arms and legs, and just yesterday, Jimin helped him out with ordering a shaving kit online.

Jimin.

Taehyung absently wonders what Jimin is up to, as he washes the barbicide jars. He must have wrapped up his own shift at the movie theatre, he starts and ends his shifts there two hours earlier than Taehyung.

He frowns to himself. Probably already hooking up with some guy from Grind*. Recently, Jimin's been bringing a lot of men over to their place for sex.

His roomie has been extremely horny lately.

Doesn't help that Taehyung has got a crush the size of Mount Everest on Jimin either. It's hard not to, what with Jimin's puppy eyes, fluffy dyed-brown hair, pillow lips and perky little ass. His constantly laughing mouth and his small hands.

The way Jimin moans and cries whenever he gets fucked in his bedroom. Taehyung listens in his own bedroom, huddled up in his sweater hoodie that covers up his scrawny arms which upset him, one hand tugging on his cock, fingers jammed up his aching-wet groin.

Jimin is the most insatiable and vocal bottom ever in the bedroom. He's constantly sighing and pleading for more, give me more, want your cock, please give me your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me.

Taehyung's heart aches just hearing him sometimes.

If only it was him making Jimin scream like that.

But then that thought gets riddled with aching insecurity too. Jimin is a cis gay bottom.

Cis gay bottoms are obsessed with cock. He doesn't have the junk Jimin wants anyway.

Whatever.

It's really his own damn fault for getting this hung up on a cis boy, Taehyung thinks with a lot of bitterness, as he hurriedly grabs his sweater hoodie from the locker, after they've finished mopping up the salon.

He sighs with relief when his arms are covered up again.

He needs to be more diligent about his gym workouts but right now, he just wants to get home as soon as possible. Vape as he watches some old anime episodes online. Maybe drink some wine and then play with his cock.

It's been steadily growing out.

Taehyung is actually really surprised by how much his cock has grown out.

His doctor had warned him not to get too excited or hopeful on the first day he got his shot. Accordingly, Taehyung had braced himself for the worst case scenario: no bottom growth at all.

Three weeks in, and Taehyung's cock has already protruded out a bit, pushing between his folds. He's also so much more horny since he began his treatment, his groin wet and aching for touch. Tongue.

Jimin's tongue. Jimin's got the prettiest mouth Taehyung's seen on a boy.

He's waiting at the bus stop. It's deserted here, and no one's around. No one to stare at Taehyung, appalled and disgusted, as he inches his boxers and pants down to take a horny picture of his cock, pink and wet and slick, throbbing for action.

He wants to record his growth.

The bus comes after a few minutes, and Taehyung gets on it, the slick walls of his groin rubbing up against each other as he slides into a seat.

His head hits the window, and he spends the whole ride pleasantly daydreaming of Jimin's little hand down his pants.

~

Jimin doesn't even know what this guy's name is.

He'd been fast about it ever since he wrapped up his shift at the theatre, but he'd worked it out already, texting the guy through Grindr.

He has a two hour window to fuck before Taehyung gets home.

Lately, Jimin doesn't know what's up with him. It's just, he needs to get fucked. Can't stop thinking about it, wanting prostate orgasms 24/7. Suddenly, he's addicted to the feeling of getting his prostate milked, the way those orgasms always last for more than a few seconds.

He manages to get this guy to milk his prostate too, and he wails into his pillow, eyes rolling back in his head, as he seems to cum forever, lips open in a pleased pant.

His hookup laughs in Jimin's sweaty hair and presses a kiss to the side of his head.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He teases, and Jimin smiles, unashamed.

It's true. He's horny. He could go for another round but he really shouldn't, he needs to give his ass a break. That was a hell of a pounding that he just took in this hour.

This guy ... he was good. Jimin pads out after him, wearing the beige silk panties and oversized shirt he threw on for the purpose of when he squirmed in this man's lap and they made out for awhile.

Jimin likes when they want to kiss a lot first. He'll never admit to it.

It's just so nice to sit in a man's lap, and squirm in it as they hold him, feeling up his sides and back under his shirt.

It's just so nice to be held by another man.

Jimin craves that so much. He craves that the most.

His hookup laughs at him, and presses Jimin up against the wall in the entrance of the apartment.

Jimin makes approving sounds in delight as he gets kissed some more.

Okay yeah, he really likes this guy. He's such a good kisser.

"What's your name?" Jimin asks, sheepish.

The guy fucking laughs at him, losing his shit really. Jimin purses his lips into what he hopes comes across as an apologetic pout.

"Sorry," he says, hastily. "I just, I-"

"Sungwoo," says the guy, smirking at him. Jimin huffs. "Aw, don't get pouty. Here, lemme just-"

Jimin sighs, as he gets crowded up against the wall for another deep kiss from Sungwoo.

This is so good. So passionate and sweet and almost like it's-

The sound of the key twisting in the lock of the front door has Jimin pulling away from Sungwoo immediately.

He's mortified because Taehyung's dark, intense gaze fixes with Jimin's own immediately.

Blushing, Jimin smiles at him, feeling bad. God, he wanted to send this guy off before, not after Taehyung got home.

"Hey," Taehyung says.

"Hey," Jimin returns.

Sungwoo raises a brow at Jimin, inclining his head at Taehyung who's already dumped his shoes onto the shoe rack and changed into indoor slippers.

"This is Taehyung," Jimin says. "He's my roommate."

Sungwoo says, "Hey, Taehyung."

Taehyung nods at him.

"Did you-" Jimin throws in Taehyung's direction.

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, just come on into my room when you're free," he says, throwing a look at Sungwoo.

Jimin nods, cheeks burning some more in embarrassment.

He just keeps embarrassing himself in front of Taehyung. He doesn't mean to do so, doesn't mean to get caught like this, wearing this shirt and these slutty panties, looking so obviously, freshly fucked. Doesn't mean to be so wanton and messy and needy.

It's just. He aches.

Jimin loses Sungwoo really fast after, so he can have a shower after Taehyung does and change into his sleepwear before knocking on Taehyung's bedroom door.

"Yeah, come on in."

His heart flutters at the sight of Taehyung in his usual familiar black sweater-hoodie with his headband that keeps most of his dark-brown hair from falling into his eyes.

Can this crush go away?

"You got homework?" Jimin asks quietly, nodding at Taehyung's laptop in his lap.

Nodding, Taehyung pats the space beside him on the bed, gesturing for Jimin to get under the covers already.

Jimin tries to be cool about it but there's nothing cool about the way he smiles widely and hurries to get under the covers.

It's so uncool really.

It's just, it's just so easy to be with Taehyung. With Taehyung, Jimin's brain gets quieter. Calmer. More settled.

The scent of Taehyung's shower gel and detergent, Taehyung's body warmth has Jimin feeling warm from head to toe.

He watches Taehyung turned over to fish around in his backpack, before he makes a quiet sound in triumph and hands over what Jimin partly came for: a weed chocolate bar.

Making a happy sound, Jimin gives Taehyung a hug around the middle.

"Thank you," he says. "Needed this."

"Yeah, it's fine," Taehyung says, close to his ear, and Jimin shivers in immediate response.

His voice is getting deeper. Jimin is... really loving the timbre that it's getting.

A little too much.

"I swear your voice got a little deeper just from yesterday even," Jimin says.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at him, and scoffs. "No way," he says. "I doubt it."

"No," Jimin whines, shaking his head. "I swear it's gotten deeper from yesterday!"

Taehyung laughs at him, and it would sound dismissive but Jimin knows otherwise, from the way Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, one of his self-conscious tells.

"Uh, be careful with that bar," He says, nodding at the chocolate in Jimin's hand. "It's stronger."

Jimin tears his gaze away from Taehyung, to look at the paper packaging. "Really? Didn't you just repeat-order what you got last time?"

Taehyung nods. "I did. But they accidentally sent me their bars with double the THC content."

Whistling, Jimin waves the bar at him, and makes a peace sign.

"Love that for us," he says. "I'm picking up good vibrations."

That gets a giggle out of Taehyung, because it's a lyric from one of his favourite songs. Jimin grins, feeling accomplished.

"You wanna rewatch some One Piece episodes with me?"

Jimin nods, very enthusiastically.

Anything to get to spend more time in Taehyung's bed, with Taehyung himself.

He doesn't ever sleep in Taehyung's bed because he knows Taehyung wears his binder around Jimin so he doesn't want Taehyung sleeping in his binder. Several times, he's caught Taehyung looking uncomfortable and exhausted, itching at the sides of his chest.

His heart does another stupid, fluttery thing when Taehyung edges a little closer to him as they're watching an episode so their arms brush loosely at the sides.

Taehyung has always made Jimin feel like this.

He smiles when Taehyung does what Jimin knew he would do, puts his head on Jimin's shoulder and makes a soft, sighing sound.

"Did you have a good day at work?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung exhales hard. "Yeah," he says, his tone brusque.

"So that means no, you didn't have a good day at work," Jimin translates.

That makes Taehyung giggle again, and Jimin smiles, can't stop smiling as he reaches out with his hand to gently card his fingers through Taehyung's hair.

"It's the uniform thing again," Taehyung says.

Ah yes. Jimin does know about the uniform thing.

He frowns. Last time, Jimin had been insensitive when Taehyung opened up about it to him and suggested that Taehyung just tell them about why he'd prefer to wear a long-sleeved shirt instead.

Taehyung had been pissed at Jimin. Like, really pissed.

"You don't even understand," He had fired at Jimin. "You don't get how it's like to constantly have to come out as trans to people all the time. I just don't want to do it at this workplace for once. Why should I?"

Jimin had felt terrible. Taehyung was right, he had no idea to be so casual about a struggle of Taehyung's that he would never have.

They had patched up immediately though. Watched a One Piece episode together, and cuddled.

This is now a time of the day that Jimin looks forward to. Crawling into Taehyung's bed, and sinking into the warm, secure feelings that Taehyung's bed gives him.

He's just so glad that Taehyung answered his roommate ad six months ago.

Taehyung lifts his head up now, giving Jimin an amused look.

"What?" He asks, with a raised brow.

Jimin turns pink. "I don't want to say anything insensitive like I did last time," he admits.

"You're a very close friend of mine," Taehyung says. "Just need you to listen."

Pouting, Jimin drops his head on Taehyung's shoulder this time. He likes it so much when Taehyung says that. That Jimin is one of his closest friends.

"I'm listening, Tae," Jimin murmurs. He hugs Taehyung's arm to his chest. "I care."

This closeness, the way Taehyung always manages to smell so damn good. The way it manages to fill Jimin's heart.

Really sucks having a crush. Especially because he's positive Taehyung doesn't feel the same way anyway.

It sucks.

~

The delay in shipping was giving him a lot of anxiety. Taehyung is really excited when his pump kit finally arrives in the mail though.

He's so excited he doesn't take the package to his room to open it. Instead, he sets it on the dining table, and bounds into the kitchen.

Where he bumps into a startled Jimin who's busy making a batch of stir-fried noodles in the kitchen.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jimin says, with a laugh, smiling up at him. He's looking really pretty today, Taehyung notes, with his hoop earrings and smoked-out eyeshadow.

"Where is that knife," Taehyung grumbles, under his breath. "I need it."

Jimin peeks out into the dining room. "Ooh, you got a package!"

"Uh huh," Taehyung grunts, noncommittal.

"The knife I use for the onions?"

"Yeah."

"In the sink, Taehyungie. I just used it."

Taehyung grabs the knife from the sink, not bothering to wash it. Jimin makes a face at him.

"That's gross, wash it first!"

"Later," Taehyung says, absently. His hands shake as he slices the box open rather roughly.

"Am I allowed to ask what it is?" Jimin calls out from the kitchen.

Taehyung worries the swell of his bottom lip with teeth. "Uhm. It's a pump kit?"

He hears Jimin turn off the stove.

"Can I see?" Jimin asks, and there's a genuine tone of curiosity in his voice.

Taehyung takes a deep breath. It's Jimin, and he's been really nice so far. Helpful even.

"Yeah, sure."

Jimin has this really cute habit of sitting with his knees hugged to his chest in chairs, and pulling the hem of his hoodie down over, so he looks very small and cute.

He does that now with his white hoodie pulled over legs covered in black tights.

"What's this for?" Jimin asks curiously, holding up the vacuum pump. He looks seriously way too adorable with the black tube in his hands, pressing back and forth on the lever for air flow.

"It's to increase your dick size," Taehyung says. "Well, it may work. I don't know for sure, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Just in case."

"How does it work, Tae?"

Taehyung holds out one of the glass cylinders that came with the pack. He affixes it to the end of the vacuum pump.

"You put this in place on top of your dick," Taehyung explains. "And then you pump. Once you're done pumping, you can detach the cylinder from the pump. The cylinder stays vacuum sealed on you."

Jimin looks up at him, wide-eyed. "Is that-is that safe for you?"

Taehyung can't help it, Jimin is way too adorable. He reaches out to fondly ruffle Jimin's hair. "Yeah, yes it is," he says, with a grin. "I can even have sex with it. If I want to."

Jimin looks at the pump and cylinder, curiously turning them over in his hands. Then he hands them back to Taehyung.

"Oh," Jimin says, nodding at Taehyung. "That was interesting. Thanks for showing me, Taehyungie."

Taehyung searches his roommate's face for any snippet of judgment. Jimin doesn't look judgmental though. He really is just genuinely curious.

"I mean," Taehyung hedges. "It's probably weird to you and stuff."

Jimin shakes his head hurriedly. "It's not weird at all," he says quietly. "This is what works for you, right?"

"Right."

"It's not weird to you, yeah?"

"Of course not."

Jimin shrugs. "It's not weird."

Taehyung licks his lips. He doesn't miss the way Jimin's eyes fall to his mouth immediately and then hurriedly back up to meet his gaze.

Huh.

Sometimes, Taehyung swears Jimin's attracted to him. Scratch that, he knows for sure. Sometimes, when Taehyung comes up behind him and says anything to him, Jimin shivers and turns pink.

Jimin must like his voice. That makes Taehyung feel good.

Maybe he has a chance after all.

He decides to try something out for size now, licking his lips and pretending not to notice as he packs the contents of the pump kit back into the holding box it came in.

The whole time, Jimin's gaze lies heavily on Taehyung's mouth.

"You wanna-you wanna have some of the noodles I made, Tae?"

The way he asks is so shy and sweet, almost uncertain, as if Taehyung is capable of refusing Jimin's food. Or anything else he offers.

"I couldn't take your food," Taehyung says.

Jimin pouts up at him, and shakes his head, again throwing his body into a whole whine.

"Nooo," he protests. "I know you're going to have cup noodles again. Why else would I offer? I made way too much, I'll split it with you."

Taehyung can't help it, he reaches out to ruffle Jimin's hair again, cooing at him.

"Aigoo," he coos at Jimin. "Who's a cutie, hm? It's you, Jiminnie."

Jimin's whole face turns red, but there's an embarrassed, pleased smile on his face.

"That's me," Jimin says, a little dazed.

"That's you," Taehyung affirms, crossing over to his room to dump the box on his bed.

He doesn't notice the way Jimin looks down at his crotch, and hastily readjusts himself in his pants.

~

God, Jimin is so horny.

He flexes his ass around the plug nestled between his cheeks, and sighs, running his hand through his hair. Usually Jimin works a plug in on Saturday morning after cleaning himself out.

He's worked up, getting fucked being the only thing on his mind.

He can't seem to calm himself down, and honestly, he doesn't have the time today to call a man over a quick, dirty fuck. No, today is his one day off and he has to submit an important essay for one of his Sociology classes.

Well, he can call someone over. But he shouldn't.

Miserably horny, worked up and anxious, Jimin makes sure his boner isn't visible, oversized hoodie pulled well down to cover his cock that's hard as rock at the moment, before ambling out into the kitchen to make some shitty, instant coffee for himself.

He fills the kettle up with water in the kitchen sink, taking a few calming, deep breaths. There's no time for a fuck. No, he should not go on Grindr because that will easily mean four to hours wasted on sex.

Could be good sex though.

"Morning."

He looks up and nearly groans out loud. Taehyung sleepily ambles past him to yank open the door of their fridge, and he looks really good despite his bedhead and sleep-puffy eyes, with his ratty black hoodie and sweats.

Taehyung is the prettiest guy Jimin's ever seen.

His hair is always so soft to look at, and Jimin knows from touch that it is soft. His facial features manage to be delicate yet sharp both at the same time. Sometimes, Jimin gets caught up in staring at Taehyung's mouth too, because his lips are always so soft and pink.

"Morning," Jimin says, and his dumb brain nearly adds, wanna fuck me, Tae? You wanna just have your way with me on top of this kitchen counter?

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't say any of that. His brain-to-mouth filter still works.

"New rings?"

"Huh?"

The side of Taehyung's mouth quirks up in an amused smirk. He juts his chin at Jimin's fingers.

Jimin blinks, feeling like a fool again. God, he's so blatant with the staring.

"Right yeah," he says. "I got some new rings, yes."

"Can I see?"

Jimin wipes his wet hand on his hoodie and holds out his left hand. Taehyung lightly touches his fingers, examining the new rings.

"You always wear so many rings on your fingers," Taehyung remarks, his tone teasing.

Jimin blushes. "I like the way they feel."

"How do they feel?"

"Heavy," Jimin says immediately. "Like. They're all heavy. They weigh me down. Make me feel grounded. I like that."

Taehyung's gaze is intense as he studies them once more before pulling away. He says nothing more, but Jimin still feels caught out.

Exposed.

They keep the pot filled with Nescafe powder on the second shelf in their storage cabinet. Jimin sighs when he notices the pot is a bit out of his reach. Ugh. He needs to grab the stool to get it down.

"Need the coffee?"

Jimin swallows. "Yeah."

He explodes in flames when Taehyung's taller frame presses up behind him, long, slender fingers curled around Jimin's waist, as he easily grabs it for Jimin.

"There you go," Taehyung says, and it takes every ounce in Jimin not to do something super slutty then and there.

Like stick his ass back out, or whine for Taehyung to touch him. Keep touching him. Keep talking to Jimin in his lovely voice that just gets deeper and deeper, striking pleasant waves of want in Jimin's gut.

Manhandle me, Jimin nearly chokes out. God, I'll let you.

"Thanks," Jimin says instead, his throat feeling very dry.

Taehyung chuckles, and as he moves away, Jimin notices something.

There's stubble on Taehyung's face. He hasn't shaved yet.

What would it be like to kiss Taehyung?

Jimin pictures them right now, their mouths pressed together. Him whining at Taehyung to just shave already, pretty please, because his stubble is tickling/pricking Jimin.

His heart aches in his chest.

~

Saturday mornings are for getting stoned, vaping and playing with his cock.

Taehyung takes a hit from his juul and exhales. He's lying in bed, his phone playing some gay porn of a chubby-cheeked cis bottom taking some thick cock.

He's found and curated a playlist of porn featuring bottoms who look like Jimin. This crush has gotten to new levels of pathetic at this point, but it's fine.

Well, it's not fine. Seeing how cute and sleepy and pink-cheeked Jimin is in the morning, it makes Taehyung's cock throb. What wouldn't he give to have Jimin spend the whole night with him and then wake up to Jimin's sleepy moans because Taehyung is grinding against his ass?

God.

Fuck.

That would be the dream, wouldn't it?

He likes this image though, of his boxers up to his knees, his cock is in his hand as he tugs on it and slicks it and his folds and hole up for even more wetness. There are two prominent veins on his left hand now, and it looks more masculine now. Very euphoria-inducing.

Grabbing the cylinder and pump, Taehyung attaches them together. He's been pumping his cock diligently for two weeks now.

He places the cylinder over his cock, and sighs as he begins to pump. The cries of the chubby bottom getting pounded continue to sound in the background.

After he's done and the cylinder is vacuum sealed onto his dick, Taehyung slicks up a dildo and keeps his hole sealed with it.

He pictures Jimin lying in his bed, the way Jimin has done on numerous occasions, cuddled up to him. Pictures Jimin's face buried in Taehyung's neck, panting hotly, breathlessly, begging for Taehyung to finger him faster.

Jimin's voice, high and clear and sweet cries for more.

He fucks himself faster with the dildo as he pictures it.

God.

What wouldn't he give to be able to do that with Jimin?

~

He's jerked off once, and rewatched One Piece episodes, and then even talked to his friend Hoseok on the phone for an hour.

Basically done anything but write his stupid essay.

Now it's 12 PM and Jimin is pretty sure he's panicking.

He's written only two pages worth of work. He needs six pages more. Basically, Jimin is screwed.

Okay, he needs to calm down, he tells himself, even as he runs shaky fingers through his hair. Panicking is not helpful and then he really won't get any work done, period.

Okay, he needs weed.

He fishes out the candy bar Taehyung slipped him a few weeks ago. Jimin always takes a square of this stuff when he needs to calm down. The strain Taehyung gets them is a calming indica strain which always does wonders for Jimin's nerves.

He pops the square in his mouth, wincing at the rank taste in his mouth. The manufacturers always try to disguise the weed taste with the cocoa flavors but Jimin's sensitive and can always taste it very strongly in his mouth.

He swallows it down hurriedly, and sighs.

Ingesting it instead of smoking it means Jimin has to wait at least half an hour for the effects to kick in.

But once it kicks in, it's a very strong high and it'll tide him over for several hours.

Thank the lord. He needs some calm focus so bad.

~

Taehyung is napping when a series of frantic knocks sound on his door.

He rouses, sleepy and grumpy. It's his day off, it's not like Jimin to bother him.

"Yeah? Come on in," He calls out, thumbing at the corners of his eyes.

The door bursts open, and Jimin bounds in, clutching fistfuls of his hair. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot, and he looks demented.

"Tae," he gasps out. "Tae."

Taehyung jerks upright, staring at Jimin in horror. "What, what's the matter, are you okay?"

Jimin shakes his head, and gasps again. "I think I'm going to die!?"

Taehyung blinks. What the hell?

"What happened, can you tell me?" He asks, swinging his legs out of bed.

Whimpering, Jimin immediately goes to him, clutching fistfuls of Taehyung's sweater hoodie.

"There's a cavity in my chest," Jimin blubbers. "It's like my chest has burst open, and my heart may explode? My mind won't stop racing, Tae, please I think you have to take me to the hospital emergency room, I think I need the ER, I'm dying, or I'm turning into an animal-"

Confused, Taehyung scoops Jimin in his arms, holding him close. Suddenly, it hits him as he takes in Jimin's sunken eyes.

He makes a show of it though, pretending to check Jimin's heart rate with his palm placed on Jimin's chest.

"Nothing's the matter with you," Taehyung says.

Jimin shakes his head. "No, don't you see, my chest feels like it is on fire," he whimpers. "I need the ER."

Taehyung sighs, and mentally resigns himself to the idea that potentially his afternoon and evening is gone.

"No, sweetheart, you're not dying," Taehyung says, unable to stop himself from laughing. "You're having a bad high. How much weed did you even have?"

Jimin makes more sad and frustrated sounds. "Uhm, I ate a whole square of it an hour ago?"

Taehyung's eyes widen. Oh shit.

"Baby, that's a lot of THC in your system," Taehyung says. "It's going to take a few hours for that high to wear off."

Jimin clutches him even tighter, looking even more paranoid. "I'm gonna-I'm gonna die?"

Taehyung tries not to giggle. Jimin is cute even while tripping so bad.

"No, nothing's gonna happen, hm?" Taehyung murmurs, putting an arm around Jimin, and smiling as he presses a kiss in Jimin's hair. "I've got you, okay? You're with me, nothing's going to happen to you. You've never tripped, huh?"

Jimin shakes his head, giving him sad puppy eyes.

"There's a first time for everything," Taehyung says. "Go lie down in my bed. I'm going to make you some lemon water."

"Why lemon water?"

"It'll help dilute that high for you," Taehyung says.

Jimin nods. He looks so miserable and put out, and Taehyung's whole heart swells with affection for him.

"Come on," he says, his voice soft and careful with the way he sits Jimin down in his bed and tucks him in. "I'll be back, hm? Try to breathe deeply. You're fine."

Jimin doesn't look convinced that he's fine, not with the way he's clutching Taehyung's hands tightly with his own, still looking haunted and panicky.

"I'm really okay, yeah?" Jimin asks, rushed and plaintive.

"Yeah," Taehyung says, with a nod. "Trust me. Do you trust me?"

Jimin nods. He looks so anxious as he says, "I trust you," super solemnly, and it makes Taehyung giggle.

Jimin really is a little cutie through and through.

He hurries into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for the lemon water. Ransacking their spice rack, Taehyung finds what he's looking for, the jar in which Jimin keeps his peppercorns.

He grabs a couple of those, and pulls out a lemon from the vegetable crisper at the bottom.

Honestly, he could take his time, he doesn't think Jimin's in any trouble really. He's just tripping, and because it is his first trip, it's a new experience for him.

That being said, Taehyung doesn't want him having a bad panic attack while the THC is still in his bloodstream.

So he hurries, slicing the lemon fast and dunking a slice of it in Jimin's mug with the hot water.

Jimin's huddled up in his bed under the covers when he gets back, sniffling quietly. Tears are streaming down his cheeks.

"I don't like this," he wails when Taehyung comes in.

"What's happening, baby," Taehyung coos, sliding under the covers with Jimin who immediately latches on to him. "Tell me what you're feeling, hm?"

"My chest cavity is split wide open," Jimin rushes to say. "Feels like my heart's gushing out blood? But I know it isn't."

"Yeah," Taehyung says, laughing a bit. "It's not gushing out any blood, that's for sure."

"And it also feels like it's beating super fast," Jimin babbles. He grabs Taehyung's hand, placing it on his chest. "Can't you feel how fast it's working!?"

Taehyung stifles his chuckles. Jimin's heartbeat actually is just fine. It's not fast or slow.

"No, you're okay," Taehyung says. He props himself up against his pillows, and pulls Jimin up. "Okay, I want you to sip on this lemon water. Slowly, please."

Jimin sips slowly on the lemon water, eyes closed. His hand is in Taehyung's own, holding on for dear life.

Taehyung is so, so, so endeared. He shouldn't be.

But he is.

Once he's done sipping on all of the water, Taehyung passes Jimin a peppercorn.

"Here, just chew on this," Taehyung says. "It'll calm your mind."

Jimin makes a face, and scrunches his nose up in disgust.

"Don't want to."

Taehyung gives Jimin a tired, irritated look and Jimin immediately looks guilty, taking the peppercorn from Taehyung to pop it into his mouth.

"'M sorry," Jimin says, rushed and anxious. "It's your day off. I'm bothering you, I'll just-"

"Whoa there, you're staying here," Taehyung says, keeping an arm around Jimin's waist as he makes to get up. "Look, just chew on it, and try to relax. You'll feel fine soon. I promise. You're my friend, friends take care of each other."

Jimin acquiesces even though he gives Taehyung a sad look, slumping down again.

Taehyung pulls Jimin down to lie his head on his chest without thinking. His cheeks turn pink when he realizes he isn't wearing his binder.

Oh god.

Jimin melts on his chest, finally looking more relaxed.

Breathing faster, Taehyung feels suddenly very warm, and tingly. It's ... it's really nice.

There's a really cute boy that Taehyung likes and wants to take care of, and he's lying on top of Taehyung like a clingy, overgrown puppy.

It's not bad at all. Normally, Taehyung would be panicking, pulling Jimin off of him, and pulling Jimin's head onto his shoulder instead. A safer region.

But this is actually really nice, and it feels rather intimate.

For all of five minutes, Taehyung entertains this, running his fingers through Jimin's fluffy hair, sticking up in all directions. Then when it's enough for him, he gently redirects Jimin's body so Jimin's head lies on his shoulder instead.

"Feel better?"

"Mm."

"That a yes?"

"I guess," Jimin says. He pulls away, and rocks himself back and forth, breathing deeply. "Uhm, my mind is still racing. But I'm chewing on this, and it's helping me."

Taehyung hugs his own knees to his chest, watching Jimin try to keep himself calm. "Good. You'll come down."

"Okay."

Jimin is silent for a few minutes, as Taehyung mindlessly plays a game on his cell phone.

"Taehyung?" His voice is soft, anxious and nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Uhm," Jimin hedges, looking anxious and breathing faster again. "Uhm, there's. Uhm. I have a plug in my ass. And. I'm scared, I just, I want it out, I don't like the way it's feeling in me right now. I just want it out of me."

Taehyung blinks, stunned.

"You wanna take it out?" Taehyung asks, slowly, hating the way his cock is throbbing in arousal, just thinking about a plug sitting nice and snug in Jimin's ass at the moment.

Jimin's very nice and perky ass which Taehyung thinks about pounding all the time.

"Yeah, I keep it in till I get a guy from Grind* to come out and fuck me. Then usually, I get my hookup to get it out of me. It's, it's, it's really big, stretches me out like whoa. Guys can just fuck me so easy then."

Holy shit. Taehyung's dripping wet.

Taehyung can feel how aroused he is. His stupid cock is erect and pushing between his folds, begging for attention. Preferably from Jimin's fat lips wrapped around it.

He stops himself from groaning out loud.

"Oh," Taehyung says.

Jimin makes a helpless sound. "I'm scared of pulling it out myself, it's so big. Uhm. Uh. I know this is a lot to ask but-"

"Do you want help?"

Taehyung winces at how eager that came out sounding.

Jimin stares at him, wide-eyed, breathing fast. He nods mutely, as if scared to ask for anything more.

Taehyung feels almost light-headed with how easy Jimin goes as Taehyung moves him to turn over and lie down on his tummy.

Face down, ass up. Just for Taehyung.

Fuck.

Jimin makes a small, mortified sound in his throat, closing his eyes.

"Okay," Taehyung says, breathing faster. "I'm uh, I'm going to pull down your pants and boxers."

"Okay," Jimin says quietly.

He is so slick and wet, and his cock throbs in need at the sight of Jimin's perfect, smooth, plump ass, well-cared for and thoroughly moisturized. The skin looks incredibly soft and god, the sight of the black flared end sitting snug between those asscheeks .. it's gorgeous.

Jimin is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

"Okay," Taehyung says, hoping he sounds as calm, indifferent and unaffected as possible. "Okay, so how do I get this out without hurting you?"

Jimin exhales hard.

"Uhm, you need, you need to twist it around and then uh, slowly slide it out," Jimin says, his voice higher in pitch. He's breathing so fast.

"Alright," Taehyung whispers, entranced by the sheer beauty of what's in front of him. "I'm going to have to touch your ass to do this."

Jimin laughs, and it sounds so whiney.

"Sure, sure, that's okay."

Taehyung cups Jimin's left asscheek and pulls it to the side. He swallows hard when Jimin lets loose a strangled sound.

In other circumstances, in different circumstances, Taehyung would love to have been the one to both slide this plug in and take it out himself. He'd love to pull and squeeze at Jimin's soft, sensitive flesh, make his hand print visible, pink and raised.

He'd love to do that.

Right now though, he focuses on doing what needs to be done and fast, gently and carefully twisting the plug out.

Taehyung's heart is in his mouth, his lips parted in awe at the way Jimin's ass looks so stretched around the widest part of the buttplug.

"It's out," Taehyung says roughly, tossing the plug onto the floor. He doesn't miss the way Jimin's hole clenches reflexively for a few seconds, like it's missing the intrusion and aching for it again.

Fuck.

He quickly pulls up Jimin's boxers and pants again to cover him.

It doesn't help to see that Jimin's drooled a little onto his pillow, face fully flush with pink in embarrassment.

"I keep doing stupid shit in front of you," Jimin says, covering his face in his hands.

Taehyung laughs.

"C'mere baby," he murmurs, and Jimin whines, cuddling up to him, hiding his face with his palms but also in Taehyung's neck. "It's okay, I didn't mind helping you."

Of course, you didn't, his hind brain jeers silently. Now you have enough jerkoff material for the rest of your life.

"Yeah, but you're really cool, Taehyung," Jimin says, petulantly. "I want to seem at least a little like I have my shit together in front of you. But it seems like I don't."

Taehyung's heart is pounding fast in his chest.

"It's fine," he says. He means it. He likes this, selfishly so. That little private moments of Jimin like this, flustered and panicky and in awkward situations, that Taehyung gets to have and witness these moments.

Kind of makes Taehyung feel special.

"I was freaking out because my mouth got super dry like sand before," Jimin says. "The chewing is helping."

"Yeah, that triggers your salivary glands to make and release saliva," Taehyung replies.

"See what I mean?" Jimin complains. "You're so cool, you know everything."

Taehyung cracks up laughing. He feels good hearing that, Jimin's praise.

"I've tripped before, that's all," Taehyung says. "I know how bad it feels, I never had anyone take care of me when that happened to me my first time. Well, I tried telling my brother, but he just fucking laughed at me and told me to chill out."

Jimin hugs him tighter.

"Well now that I know what it's like, tell me if you trip, Tae," Jimin says. "I hate the thought of you going through anything alone with no one to talk to or help you out. Tell me, I want to take care of you too as a friend."

Taehyung feels his eyes sting with tears.

"Okay," he says, feeling a wave of affection hit him. "Okay, Jiminnie. I will tell you."

"Okay, good."

He watches Jimin slowly pass out and sleep in his bed.

His crush on Jimin is just growing in intensity.

Ugh.

~

Jimin wakes up, his mouth tasting rank. He's parched, and he clutches instinctively at his chest.

That weird gaping sensation is gone. Like his chest was going to burst open anytime soon. He takes a few cautious breaths and yeah, it's gone.

Taehyung was right.

Speaking of Taehyung. He holds his head in his hands, feeling awful and mortified beyond belief as he relives what he asked Taehyung to do for him as a favour.

God, why the fuck did he even ask Taehyung to do that? He should have just sucked it up and taken the plug out himself.

Great going, Jimin, he tells himself. Way to keep making a good impression on your crush.

He doesn't know what is up with him at this point, always losing his calm or looking like he doesn't have his shit together around Taehyung. Basically, a hot mess.

He can hear the sound of the shower running, as he hurriedly gets out of Taehyung's bed and makes it up for his roommate, feeling guilt eat at his insides.

He literally just burst in here, on a bad trip, freaked on Taehyung and then even begged Taehyung to remove a toy for him.

Ugh, he can't even think about it, feeling his cheeks and the back of his neck heat up in extreme mortification.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, now neatly made up, crossing and uncrossing his legs, knees shaking, when Taehyung comes in.

Taehyung always changes in the shower. He's back again in a dark brown hoodie this time and loose, baggy pants, hair wet and falling in his face, a towel wrapped around his neck.

"Oh," Taehyung says, blinking at him. "You're awake. You okay now?"

Jimin nods, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I slept it all off, I guess."

"Mm." Taehyung settles down on the bed beside him. He laughs lightly, and when Jimin dares to look Taehyung in the eye, he just looks affectionate and sweetly fond.

Not judgmental or irritated.

"Why did that happen to me only now?" Jimin asks Taehyung, really confused. "I've been smoking and consuming edibles since I was a teenager. I've never experienced anything like that in my life."

Taehyung shrugs. "It's really random. Nobody knows why it happens."

"I was anxious about my essay and I didn't eat very well in the morning," Jimin muses. "I shouldn't have taken the whole square, I guess. It was more THC than my body was used to? Is that it?"

Taehyung shrugs once more. "I've had paranoia over smaller THC doses so I don't know."

Jimin sighs. "Hey," he says. "You want me to dry your hair? It's dripping all over your hoodie."

"It's okay."

"Aw, come on. I'll do it for you."

Jimin's wheedling rewards him with a shy smile from Taehyung.

"Alright."

Jimin smiles, grabbing the towel from Taehyung's neck. He's not going to lie, it's mainly an excuse for him to touch Taehyung's hair. It's so thick and soft and Jimin loves running his fingers through it whenever they cuddle.

He kneels on Taehyung's mattress and towel dries his hair, taking sections of it to rub carefully between the maroon-coloured terry cloth.

Taehyung makes little noises of content beneath him, and Jimin's heart skips several beats.

"Hey," Jimin says, warm and soft. "Thank you for taking care of me. You didn't have to put up with my stupid shit. You were so good to me. I really appreciate it, Tae."

Taehyung tenses up a little, but mumbles a rushed, "anytime."

"Uhm," Jimin plods on, feeling really bad. "I'm so sorry I asked you to uhm. Do that for me. I was freaking out so badly and I just, I. I wanted it out. But I should have just done it myself. That must have been weird, I'm so sorry, Tae, I-"

"It's fine," Taehyung cuts him off.

Jimin pauses in drying Taehyung's hair.

"It's not weird? Seriously?"

That makes Taehyung laugh sheepishly. "Okay yeah, it was weird," he admits. "But I get it. That would be really scary. Like it doesn't make sense but when you're high, I understand how that would be scary."

"Yeah, that whole experience was scary. I'm never getting high ever again."

That makes Taehyung gigglesnort. He touches Jimin's waist, light and affectionate and amused, and pulls his hand away fast. Jimin resists the urge to pout.

He likes Taehyung touching him a lot.

"You say that now," Taehyung says. "You'll be getting high again in no time. And you'll be just fine."

He always sounds so sure and assured of himself. It makes Jimin wonder what it is about Taehyung that makes him feel safe and secure.

He wonders.

"Your plug has been washed and I put it on your bed," Taehyung says.

Jimin groans, feeling so mortified. "You didn't have to do that for me."

Taehyung touches his waist again. "It's fine. You keep your toy cleaner out in the open on your dresser, and I thought as well."

Jimin seriously doesn't know whether he wants to kiss Taehyung or melt through the floor in utter humiliation.

~

Later on, in the privacy of his room, after he's showered and clean, Jimin hastily puts his laptop on the floor, and touches himself to the thought of Taehyung looming over him, smile razor-sharp, eyes soft and intense and filled with lust as he spreads Jimin's legs out.

Jimin remembers the way Taehyung called him baby.

Jimin remembers the way Taehyung parted his asscheeks, and slowly, deftly, firmly, pulled the plug out of his ass.

He strokes himself and fucks himself with a dildo and imagines it's Taehyung fucking him instead.

The way Taehyung had just known what to do. Jimin had come running to him, panicked out of his whole damn mind, and Tae had just calmly tucked him in bed. Confidently told him he'd be fine, and cuddled him. Even washed Jimin's toy for him.

God, Jimin loves it when men just. Take care of him so well like that.

Taehyung's got that exact same sure energy too. Doesn't help that he's so handsome too.

Jimin fucks himself harder with his dildo and drools into his pillow.

Pretends Taehyung will barge in here, needing something and will forget to knock.

Then he'll see Jimin like this, spread open, needy and slutty. He'll pause, frozen.

But then he'll laugh, in that soft, quiet, amused way of his, and maybe he'll say, need some help, baby?

And Jimin will sob out, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I need you.

And he would take over. Tut lightly as he slaps Jimin's hand away from the toy, giggle in that cute way of his, and maybe, maybe he'd bend down to press a kiss to the small of Jimin's back? Yeah, that would be nice. Jimin likes kisses. Wherever and whenever he can get them.

And okay yes, he'd leave some soft, damp kisses all over Jimin's ass, giving it a lot of attention. Pull the toy fully out, and then thrust it back in, with one rough motion.

Jimin would clench around it like the good boy he is. Let Taehyung kiss and caress him, shivering.

He cums hard, all over the towel he laid out below him, and bites his lip, as he hangs his head, sighing as he removes the clamps from his nipples with a wince.

As he cleans up his bed and gathers his toys up to clean and sterilize them, Jimin wonders about asking Taehyung out.

He gets discounts at the movie theatre because of his job. He could get him and Taehyung some discounted tickets to watch an action movie. There's a new Marvel movie out.

The whole time, Jimin wouldn't even be paying attention to the movie anyway.

His clingy ass would be too busy trying to figure out how to hold Taehyung's hand and maybe, maybe even kiss Taehyung's face and neck while he's at it.

Insecurity stabs Jimin soon after, thinking of all the times Taehyung is always catching him making a fool of himself.

Forget it.

Taehyung probably isn't interested. Jimin's gone and embarrassed himself far too much.

He isn't good enough for Taehyung.

Forget it.

~

It's been about four months now of him on testosterone. He's just gotten back from a checkup with his doctor, and honestly, Taehyung is feeling really good. It took him forever to find a trans-friendly doctor for one.

Things are looking up. He's started regularly working out.

He can see the way his body has more lean muscle all over now, especially on his calves and arms. His thighs are still distressingly soft and squishy, hips still slender.

Taehyung still feels like bursting into tears whenever he looks at the S-line of his waist in the mirror.

That's whenever he catches a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror which, well, he tries not to do that. He can handle being naked for the most part from the hips down but not seeing his bottom half in a mirror reflection. It makes him feel nauseous and queasy.

His parents don't talk to him anymore. Neither does his younger brother and sister. Not after he started his treatment.

It hurts so much sometimes to do this alone, with only Jimin and sometimes Namjoon to talk to.

It's weird that Namjoon is still in his life. After all, they dated back in high school. Back when Taehyung was Taehee, and depressed to the point where he was suicidal.

It's nice though, to meet up with his ... ex? His close friend? God. Whatever they are right now.

He takes a sip of beer from the mug, and relaxes back on the couch in the shisha lounge where he's vaping with Namjoon.

Namjoon takes a hit and exhales out a series of smoke rings. He's staring up at the ceiling, rimless glasses askew on his face.

"How's it going with Jungkook?" Taehyung asks him, careful as he probes.

Namjoon laughs, dry and rough from the double apple flavoured smoke.

"Not good," he says. "And not bad."

"What's the issue again?"

Namjoon sighs. "Uh. I don't know. Okay Tae, tell me something."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Yes, you were a good boyfriend to me."

Namjoon looks up, and grins. "How'd you know I was gonna ask that?"

"You ask me that every single time we go drinking," Taehyung points out, deadpan. He pulls on the shisha pipe himself and exhales.

Namjoon deflates. "I do?"

Taehyung snorts. "Yeah, buddy. You do."

His phone pings with a notification. Taehyung immediately pulls out his phone, and checks it.

He fires back a quick reply and pockets it again, aware he's smiling all loose and sloppy, to which Namjoon's giving him an amused stare. Taehyung scowls.

"Jimin's running late."

"Jimin's running late," Namjoon mimics Taehyung, purposely pitching his voice lower.

Taehyung scowls some more. He blows smoke right in Namjoon's face, feeling petty as fuck.

"Yeah, Namjoon," Taehyung says. "People run late to meetups at times. That is a possibility."

"That's true," Namjoon says, placid and ostentatiously level. "But it's Jimin who's running late."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "He's always running late. It's whatever, I'm used to it."

Namjoon tries and fails to keep a straight face at this.

Taehyung nearly chucks a nacho chip at Namjoon's laughing face. Fuck him. He's always laughing about shit. Cis men are honestly the most irritating at times. And yes, Jimin drives Taehyung up the wall too, he is no exception either.

They smoke in silence for a bit.

When Jimin bursts in, Taehyung's traitorous heart skips a beat. He's beautiful, there's no other word for it. With his dangling hoop earrings and all black attire, his long sleeved black shirt tucked into his black skinnies. He's wearing a ballcap and many rings on his fingers.

He spots them from the entrance and waves at them, telling the staff presumably that his friends already got him a spot.

Instead of sitting in the empty arm chair facing Taehyung, Jimin inclines his head at Taehyung instead.

"Scoot over."

Taehyung grunts, but obeys, making space for Jimin to squish in next to him.

Namjoon quirks a single brow at Jimin.

"There is a whole empty chair for you to occupy, Jimin."

Jimin pulls off his ballcap, and his hair sticks up in messy little tufts. Laughing, Taehyung helps smooths some of Jimin's hair down and Jimin grins, relaxing against Taehyung.

"I haven't seen Taehyung all day," Jimin says. "Now I'm just gonna stay stuck to him."

"And why was that the case?" Namjoon asks, his tone very droll.

"He was running late because he had a dick appointment," Taehyung says, with an eyeroll.

Jimin pouts. "Well, yeah ... that makes me look so bad. But yeah."

"There's not much of a reputation you have left to salvage around us," Namjoon says sagely. "Before I met Jungkook, I was a slut."

Jimin gives a dubious look.

Namjoon pauses. "And now I am Jungkook's slut."

"That's more like it," Jimin says sweetly.

They get interrupted by a waiter asking Jimin if he wants to smoke as well. Jimin looks at Taehyung, and gives him a pout.

Taehyung sighs.

"He's sharing with me, it's fine," he says.

Jimin gives him a pretty smile.

Arousal begins to simmer low in Taehyung's gut, along with the knowledge that Jimin chose to sit close to him, so close that their thighs and arms are pressed together. The way that Jimin was clearly expecting Taehyung to share his pipe with him.

Deciding to test something out, Taehyung casually slinks his arm around Jimin's waist, wrapping his palm carefully around Jimin's hip. He thumbs upward over the thin material of Jimin's shirt.

Jimin's body usually runs cold.

But right now, he's so warm to touch.

Jimin places a palm over Taehyung's knee, and relaxes against him.

Emboldened, Taehyung keeps his hand where it is, and even gives Jimin's side an affectionate squeeze.

"You got an extra mouthpiece so I can switch out yours for the tip?" Jimin asks him.

Taehyung nods, and checks the tray of the shisha pipe. There's a spare mouthpiece lying there. He rips open the plastic foil and switches his piece out to fix the new one in for Jimin himself.

A slow smile spreads on Jimin's face.

Maybe Taehyung blushes.

Right, yes. He didn't have to do that. Jimin said he could do it himself.

It's just, it. Taehyung just likes doing things for Jimin so much.

He's gotten so used to it at this point, and it makes him feel really good.

If they're drinking together, Taehyung likes to take out the wooden cork from the wine bottles himself. Even if Jimin is an expert at removing it himself.

Their faucet in the kitchen went bust last month. Jimin chipped in but Taehyung fixed it himself.

It's just the way Jimin is so appreciative of him after, that's what makes Taehyung's head go light. He clings, gives Taehyung a lot of hugs and tells Taehyung how much he appreciates him. What a good, reliable, nice man he is.

Taehyung lives for the way Jimin appreciates him.

And he's gay. Hopelessly gay.

"Thank you," Jimin murmurs, and Taehyung maneuvers the pipe a little closer to Jimin.

"No problem," Taehyung says.

A loud clearing of the throat. Namjoon is getting up to leave.

"I have to go," he says, sliding Taehyung a knowing smirk. "Jungkook's home. Makeup sex is a potential."

"It's too bad you have to go," Jimin says, flashing Namjoon a smile.

Namjoon narrows his eyes at Jimin. He doesn't say anything. Taehyung nods at Namjoon, who nods back at him.

Jimin takes several long pulls of smoke when he's gone. Taehyung watches his Adam's Apple work.

"Isn't it weird," he says, his tone a little strange. "To be so friendly with your ex?"

Taehyung shrugs. "Why should things be weird between us? Because Namjoon's stuck his dick in me a long time ago?"

Jimin tenses up slightly in his hold.

"Did you two have a lot of sex in the past?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung ponders that. "Yeah, I mean. Namjoon's the only guy who's ever fucked me. Or I should say, the only person I've ever been with."

"I've never stayed friends with any of my exes," Jimin says.

Taehyung shrugs again. "I don't know, I only have one ex," he says. "I don't know how things should work or shouldn't work between exes."

"Do you still have feelings for him?"

He has to think about that one seriously. Hm.

"Sometimes I think I do," Taehyung says honestly. "I don't know. He was the only person I was intimate with. He was really good to me. That's why we're still friends, you know? Yeah. Our connection was and is really strong."

There's something strange playing out on Jimin's face.

It's almost akin to devastation.

"How did you two have sex if-if you-if you're uncomfortable with like-?"

Taehyung's hand drops from Jimin's waist. "What do you mean?"

Jimin looks up at him, his expression a weird mix of defiance and ... something else that Taehyung can't quite put his finger on.

"Penetration," Jimin says, taking a deep breath. "If you're uncomfortable with it."

Taehyung exhales in irritation.

"What, you think because I'm trans, I should be uncomfortable with penetration?"

Jimin stares at him, with confused puppy eyes. Taehyung doesn't let himself fall for them this time though. He's annoyed.

Jimin stays silent, looking like he's weighing his words.

"You shouldn't assume shit about me and my preferences and what upsets me," Taehyung says evenly. "You shouldn't assume shit about me ever. But that's what all you fucking cis men always do."

He gets up to his feet.

Jimin looks distraught, getting to his feet as well.

"Tae, wait please, that's not what I meant-"

"That's what you meant to say," Taehyung says, agitated and angry. "You know what. Pay for me this time. Asshole."

He storms out of the lounge, feeling like his lungs are on fire.

If he had stayed a second longer, Taehyung is pretty sure he would have punched Jimin or slapped him.

Fuck cis men. Fuck them.

~

Jimin orders another drink, and a fresh bowl for himself.

His hands shake as he smokes.

Sometimes the sight of Taehyung and Namjoon together drives Jimin up the fucking wall.

It hurt, he can admit that to himself. It hurt like a knife twisting in his gut when Taehyung told him he might still have unresolved feelings for Namjoon.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Jimin has been trying so hard. Jimin is right there.

Fuck.

God, he's so jealous and that's an ugly emotion, he knows that. The thought of Taehyung still pining for Namjoon makes Jimin want to rage and weep both at the same time.

He should say sorry. He doesn't deserve Taehyung's forgiveness. Fuck.

He was so close to dropping his ass down in Taehyung's lap when he got here first, and yes he can admit that to himself. Make it crystal-clear to Namjoon that Taehyung's taken now. He's Jimin's now.

But he isn't.

Won't be either because Jimin said the stupidest shit ever.

He huddles up in his seat, hugging his knees to his chest.

I'm sorry, he texts Taehyung. I'm so sorry.

Taehyung texts him back immediately. I've already forgiven you, I can't stay mad at you for long. But I'm still upset at you and feeling hurt.

Jimin wipes his eyes with the heels of his hands, and releases a ragged breath.

Taehyung's disappointment hurts even more than Taehyung's anger.

~

The energy between them is wrong.

Wrong. It's wrong. Jimin doesn't avoid him, no he doesn't do that. But he also doesn't make any move to knock on Taehyung's door anymore in the late evenings, with either a plate of food to share with Taehyung or even just cuddle with Taehyung.

It's like that for an awful week. Taehyung doesn't know what he wants or needs from Jimin either, and that only serves to make even more upset when Jimin mumbles "Morning, Tae," and avoids making eye contact with him as he opens the fridge to get to his own grocery crisper.

It's all very upsetting and makes Taehyung feel awfully detached from everyone and everything. He's never said it to Jimin because god, Jimin doesn't need to know, does he?

Doesn't need to know how just how happy he makes Taehyung.

He finally breaks down once, sobbing to himself in the shower, as he shampoos his own hair and works up a lather in it.

He was getting in a happier mental space honestly, about everything. Not feeling like a hoax. A disappointment. A real bother to everyone who deals with him.

The steam is pervasive in the shower, after his breakdown. He's all cried out, and yeah that was good. He needed to do that, have a cry about how heartbroken he feels.

He's not had sex in ages too. Maybe that would help. Do what Jimin does? Call a man home?

He dresses up in the bathroom, as he always does and heads back into his room.

Jimin is home himself but he's being very silent lately. No hookup, no sound of any TV show, nothing.

Wrong. All wrong.

Taehyung exhales out a breath in frustration.

He pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and calls Jungkook.

"Tae? Hey, buddy. How are you?"

"I'm fine, hey," Taehyung replies. He bites his lip.

Jungkook laughs, and there's the sound of protesting grunts in the background.

"Is that Joonie?" Taehyung asks, smiling.

"Yeah, I just got off his lap, and he's not happy about it," Jungkook says lightly. Taehyung hears the sound of a door clicking shut. "What's up, Tae?"

"Why would anything be up?" Taehyung hedges.

Jungkook scoffs. "You call me when you don't feel comfortable talking to my boyfriend. Because I'm his better half."

Taehyung snorts. "Clearly."

"Clearly," Jungkook echoes.

Taehyung clucks his tongue a couple of times.

"Hey, Googie," he says faintly. "You-you know of any nice, any nice guys? I need, I need-"

"You wanna fuck?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook makes a slow whoosh of a sound.

"Everything okay?" Jungkook asks.

"Yeah, I'm just horny," Taehyung says, with a laugh, putting all his energy into sounding nonchalant.

"Yeah, I know of someone. Friend of a friend. His name is Sungyeol. Think you even met him once."

Taehyung does recall meeting Sungyeol at a college party. Lanky, pale, pretty boy with full lips. Mm, yeah.

Yeah, that's good. He'll do.

"Perfect," Taehyung says. "Just, just tell him I'm-"

"I got you, yeah."

"Okay, great," Taehyung says softly. "Thanks, buddy."

Jungkook hums. "Hang on, I'm texting him now. Bear with me. I was gonna ask by the way. We haven't gamed since forever."

"That's because you can't handle me beating you," Taehyung says immediately.

Jungkook laughs. "Fuck off," he retorts, but sounding rather agreeable. "Says one sore loser to another. So like, when? I'm sick of playing with Namjoon. He's bad."

"Yeah, not one of his charming points," Taehyung says. "This weekend, yeah? After I'm done fucking Sungyeol."

Jungkook cackles. "After I'm done fucking Sungyeol," he imitates Taehyung, pitching his voice lower. "He remembers you, and he is very enthusiastically consenting to this. I don't want or need to know more so I'm passing his number on to you."

Taehyung grins.

"Bro," Taehyung says with feeling, pretending to sob.

"I got you, bro," Jungkook returns, also pretending to sob.

He feels better after he hangs up. Yeah, like he's got something to look forward to now for this weekend? Fuck yes.

He jerks off that night, while sexting with Sungyeol. It goes really well to be honest. He irons out basics with the guy.

Taehyung will fuck him with fingers and a dildo. Sungyeol will also fuck him. Taehyung tells him how he wants it and where he can keep his hands.

He's sopping wet after, his folds slick and his boxers drenched in cum.

Ah, he will clean up later. He's starving now.

Taehyung ambles out into the kitchen with hastily wiped hands to grab cup noodles and his orange juice from the fridge, sated and satisfied.

The kitchen smells like food was cooked. When he yanks open the fridge, Taehyung's eyes widen at the presence of a plate of food covered with cling wrap on his crisper, with a post-it note.

He takes it out. The note simply reads: "Tae."

It's kimchi bokkeumbap.

Oh.

Something in Taehyung's heart thaws. He removes the cling wrap and chucks it, so he can microwave the food.

Huh. Taehyung sighs, and fights within himself.

He grabs the plate and a spoon, to take to his room and eat there. Before doing that though, Taehyung knocks on Jimin's door.

"Yeah?"

Taehyung opens the door, and holds the plate. Jimin's at his desk, working on his laptop. His large black spectacles envelop his face.

Fuck. Jimin's doing the cute thing again.

He's sitting with his knees hugged to his chest, and his hoodie is pulled over his knees to cover up his whole frame, making Jimin look adorably small.

"Thanks for the food," Taehyung says quietly. "I really appreciate it."

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, and smiles. He still isn't making eye contact with Taehyung, looking at a spot below Taehyung's chin.

"No problem," Jimin says. "Eat well. Drink a lot of water after. I made it spicy. Sorry. I know you're not a fan of the extra spice."

Where's your man for the night? Where's your usual cheerfulness? Where's your cuddly, clingy self gone? Want you to cling. Why won't you?

Well, Taehyung knows why Jimin won't cling. Still, it makes him feel upset all the same.

"That's okay," Taehyung says. "Thank you. Good night, Jimin."

Jimin runs his hands, both hands this time, through his hair again. He looks stressed as he stares at his laptop screen.

"Yeah, no problem," Jimin returns. "Night, Tae."

Taehyung shuts the door, and sets his food on his desk in his own room.

Angrily, frustratedly, he wipes at his face with the heels of his palms.

He doesn't want to be the bigger person. He shouldn't have to. He won't fold. He won't. But still.

Ugh.

~

To go from cuddling and touching Taehyung all the time to suddenly no touch at all is an actual neural shock on Jimin.

He sinks into sadness.

He doesn't know what to do. Taehyung said he's forgiven Jimin. But Jimin knows, it's not okay for him to pretend like they're fine.

He's filled with a need so vast for them to be fine again though. Almost goes and plasters himself against Taehyung's door, like that might help him feel less touch-starved.

He tries hooking up with a guy from Grindr. Goes to the guy's place, fishnets under his pants and all.

The guy is really into him, but Jimin gets upset, almost irrationally angry when the guy gets straight down to business, pushes him facedown into the pillow.

He wants his kisses first and foremost.

And then, the guy's actual dickgame sucks. Jimin takes about a minute of it.

Then he shoves the guy off, pissed off and irritated that he wasted his time.

"What are you being such a little bitch for!?"

"That's your dick, not me," Jimin retorts. "You're simply lousy."

He flips the sucker off, pulls his pants up and dips.

He's not in the mood for sex anymore honestly. He isn't in the mood for sex at the moment, period, he can admit that to himself. It's just, there's an anxious itch under Jimin's skin.

Taehyung is disappointed in him, and that hurts so much.

There was a whole routine established. Jimin would get back from the theatre, frequently have sex with a hookup, sometimes it would go past Taehyung returning, sometimes it wouldn't. Then he'd shower, cook something and take a plate of it to Taehyung's room.

It's not just that they're good friends and Jimin is nursing this unfortunate crush on him.

Jimin's concerned about him.

Taehyung's parents have completely cut him off, his siblings won't talk to him anymore. The last time Taehyung tried to call his brother, he got deadnamed.

Jimin doesn't know what to do for a few agonizing days. Put out a plate of food for Taehyung or not? Taehyung often forgets to feed himself.

Eventually he decides to just suck it up, and just do it anyway. He cares far too much not to try at all.

The food gets eaten. Jimin wakes up every single morning to find the plate washed and left on their rack to dry.

His heart warms a little in his chest whenever he sees that clean plate put out to dry.

He's sad but he's still horny. That's the thing, Jimin is never not horny. God, he's embarassed by how much he loves sex and touch and kisses and getting off.

It's the weekend, and Jimin's got his nipple clamps back on, wearing an oversized shirt, and he's edging himself.

He's humping a pillow, and he's got his head back, groaning. He's been at it for ten minutes already, just imagining phantom palms on his hips, kisses on the back of his neck and shoulders and cheeks.

Come on, baby, Taehyung purrs in his ear. Come on now. You can do it.

I can't, Jimin would sob out, shaking his head frantically. Stop, stop, stop, just touch me, please.

You're a very good boy, aren't you? You're doing so well for me. Keep at it, this is how I want you to cum.

Okay, Jimin would say determinedly. Okay, just. Keep kissing me.

I can do that for you, Taehyung would murmur. And god, he would touch Jimin everywhere, flick the nipple clamps so Jimin gasps and cries from the pleasure-pain, he would rub Jimin's tummy gently, he would litter Jimin's neck and the back of his ears and hair with kisses.

This is how Jimin cums, bending forward, his elbows resting on the bed as he cums just from dryhumping his spare pillow, streaking the baby-blue pillowcase with white globs of his semen.

He takes off the clamps and sighs, feeling boneless and soft and depressed.

He lies curled up on his side, idly stroking his own thighs. Pictures his hands a little bigger, imagines Taehyung's hands that have started getting veiny recently, instead.

Just stroking Jimin's thighs, the sides and backs of them. Telling Jimin how soft and nice they feel.

He craves touch so much. Aches for it because the cuddling was so good and Jimin misses Taehyung's cute smile directed at him.

Taehyung's touch, Taehyung's smile.

Taehyung.

~

Taehyung meets Sungyeol at the front door. He really is pretty and tall and broad, his lips soft as a pillow as Taehyung crowds Sungyeol up against a wall, greedily grabbing Sungyeol's waist.

Sungyeol places his palms on Taehyung's shoulders, and sighs into the kiss.

"Hey."

"Hey," Taehyung says back with a smile, slipping his fingers under Sungyeol's shirt, to feel the soft, warm skin.

It really has been so long since he was last with a man.

God, Taehyung has needed and wanted this for ages now.

"I'm so excited for this," Sungyeol says, and his laugh is warm and lilting. Taehyung smiles some more, moving to drop a few kisses on the long line of Sungyeol's neck.

"Yeah?" Taehyung asks.

"Yeah, I meant to ask at that party when we met up," Sungyeol says.

That really feeds Taehyung's ego.

"Yeah?" Taehyung asks, tightening his hold on Sungyeol's hips.

"Mm. Yeah."

"So why didn't you just ask me?"

Sungyeol laughs again, incredulous. "Have you seen yourself? You're really hot. In an intimidating way."

Taehyung feels heady and aroused. Yeah, he's ready to fuck this man's brains out. Show him what he wanted so badly.

The sound of a door opening in the apartment drags Taehyung abruptly out of the lusty reverie he's sunken into.

It's Jimin with his laundry basket, frozen.

He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide. Then he relaxes and smiles, friendly and amused.

"Don't mind me," he says, his tone light and playful. "I'm just going to do my laundry downstairs."

Sungyeol laughs sheepishly. "Hey," he says. "I'm Sungyeol."

Fuck. Taehyung hadn't planned on this happening. Hadn't thought it would happen even. Jimin's been rather subdued lately, sticking to his bedroom and the kitchen for when he cooks.

"This is Jimin," Taehyung tells Sungyeol. "My roomie."

Jimin edges past them for the door.

"Have fun," Jimin says, and winks at Taehyung with a little smile, as he balances the basket on his waist. Then the front door shuts behind him.

Taehyung doesn't know what to even say to that, so he says nothing, feeling awkward and weird.

"Let's go to my room," Taehyung says.

"Okay, yeah," Sungyeol replies. He lets Taehyung take him by the hand, and Taehyung forces any and all niggling thoughts out of his mind.

Including those that heavily feature Jimin.

~

Jimin sits on top of one of the unused washing machines in the laundry room on the first floor.

He's got his phone out, mindlessly swiping through several profiles. He swipes left on a whole bunch of them, feeling restive and strange and irritated.

Normally, all these men? Jimin would have swiped right without a second thought.

He rests back against the wall, head hitting it with a thud.

It looks pathetic to be sitting here alone. No one does that in his apartment complex. He gets down and slips his phone in his pocket.

He's also kind of curious and maybe a masochist. So he takes the elevator back up to the apartment. Lets himself back in as quietly as possible.

His cheeks turn crimson-red almost immediately. Holy fuck, they are Loud.

Jimin tiptoes back into his room, and carefully, quietly, shuts the door.

Biting his lip, Jimin strains his ears to catch the sounds slipping out of their mouths.

Sungyeol is moaning, high-pitched and clear. Taehyung's making a lot of deep sounds too, dirty-talking Sungyeol.

Oh fuck. Taehyung is fucking Sungyeol. Jimin can hear Sungyeol wailing for more, please more, please, please, please.

Taehyung, he's. Calling Sungyeol all sorts of names. Jimin shivers pleasantly, slipping his fingers under his own pants, under his pink silk panties.

Fuck.

If only that was him getting fucked.

Jimin wants to be under Taehyung like that too. Getting fucked, hard, fast and sloppy. First, he'd squirm in Taehyung's lap, demand a lot of kisses first. Then Taehyung would undress him, his jaw might drop open at the sight of his panties.

Ever since Jimin was a kid, he's always loved feeling delicate, pretty and small. It's been awhile now, of Jimin shopping in the women's section. Exclusively only women's section since he moved out.

Their clothes just fit better on him. Frame his shoulders so nicely.

Lately, he's been dying to wear skirts too, eying a few online. But it's kind of really terrifying.

Men aren't supposed to want to feel pretty, delicate and small.

Men aren't supposed to want to wear skirts and soft, pretty things.

Before he lets his mind get clouded by the sad stuff, Jimin tries to be more present, pathetically jerking it to the sound of Taehyung's lovely voice and how it sounds when he's having sex.

He whimpers quietly, thumbing the slit of his cock, smearing precum all over it.

He revisits the way Taehyung took care of him when Jimin was tripping last month.

Baby, he'd called Jimin. Sweetheart, too.

And the way he had held Jimin. Twisted that toy out of Jimin.

Longing fills him from head to toe.

He cums fast, already sensitive and worked up from his earlier jerk-off session.

Jimin cleans himself up with a couple of tissues, and takes a few deep breaths.

Okay, he tells himself. Okay. Get it together.

~

His hole has been deliciously ruined.

Sungyeol rewarded Taehyung really well for the hard work he put into stimulating his prostate with the dildo. Taehyung had taken a ride on Sungyeol's fat cock, and fuck, all he'd had to do is moan as Sungyeol fucked up into him.

That was a Saturday well-spent honestly. Yes.

After he's showered and changed into a clean set of clothes, Taehyung pads out into the kitchen, yawning widely.

His eyes widen at the sight of the plate on his crisper. Huh. He doesn't know why he's surprised but he is.

In fact, it's heaped with a bigger serving of japchae than Jimin usually piles on his plate. Taehyung really likes japchae. He really likes Jimin's japchae in particular.

He removes the cling wrap carefully and tosses it.

He heats it up and then grabs a spoon as usual, planning to eat it in his room. On his way back, Taehyung notices that Jimin's bedroom door has been left ajar.

He frowns.

He sets the plate on his own desk in his room, and then edges Jimin's door open.

Jimin fell asleep while wearing a face mask. His blanket has been tossed to the side. His shirt has slightly ridden up, exposing the soft skin of his tummy and navel.

So, so cute.

Taehyung sighs. He can't help it. Despite Jimin driving him up the wall, Taehyung still likes him.

This boy is silly, sexy and cute. He says plenty of stupid things and he irritates Taehyung to no end. But he's caring in his own little Jimin ways. Taehyung both wishes he would and wouldn't keep doing that.

Because Taehyung doesn't even know if he has a chance with Jimin.

He peels the face mask off from Jimin's face as carefully as possible so as to not wake him up, and tosses it in Jimin's wastepaper basket. He pulls Jimin's shirt down and sets about pulling the blanket over Jimin's frame.

Jimin stirs awake anyway despite Taehyung's efforts.

"Tae," he says, sounding groggy, and slightly congested. "You ate?"

Taehyung nods. "I'm going to, I just reheated it up, thank you. You were sleeping, I just came in to take your face mask off. Why'd you put so much on my plate?"

Jimin smiles faintly.

"You like my japchae," he says, and Taehyung's stupid, stupid, stupid heart skips a beat.

"I do," he says, his throat feeling constricted with emotion. "I'll eat it well and very deliciously. Thank you."

Jimin curls up into a small ball PM his side. He yawns.

"Eat here," Jimin says quietly. "In my room."

Taehyung pauses. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

The way Taehyung dashes back into his room, retrieves his food and goes back to Jimin's is almost comical if it isn't for the fact that he can't take them being so far away while living with each other for another damn second.

He climbs into Jimin's bed, under the covers.

Jimin turns around and falls into a light doze, his face tucked against the side of Taehyung's thigh, one arm on top of it.

Taehyung's smiling wide. Feeling warm and wanted again.

"Missed this," Jimin murmurs.

"Me too," Taehyung says, his mouth full with food.

"I'm sorry," Jimin says. "I'll do better by you. You're my closest friend."

Taehyung stays silent for a few seconds.

"Good," Taehyung says eventually. "Because I deserve your best effort."

Jimin snuggles in closer. He looks up at Taehyung, making remorseful eye contact with him.

"You do," Jimin says. "You really do."

Taehyung eats and Jimin dozes in silence.

The silence is finally comfortable again.

~

After they patch it up, they get so much more touchier.

Jimin swears it's not just him though. It's Taehyung too. He's begun picking Jimin up and twirling him around in a circle. Sometimes, Jimin jumps on Taehyung's back, and Taehyung just grunts, but takes him on.

He texts Taehyung often, before Taehyung starts his shifts at the salon or before he has to take the bus to campus.

It's nice. It's really nice. It's almost like they're a couple, and maybe it doesn't help that Taehyung starts opening up to him more.

Jimin stops completely hooking up with other men. Taehyung has noticed because he's asked Jimin curiously once while Jimin was fixing them a meal in the kitchen.

"I deleted Grindr," Jimin says, with a shrug, feeling extremely self-conscious as he stares at his pan of bulgogi.

Taehyung is seated on the kitchen counter next to the stove. He keeps trying to steal pieces of beef.

Jimin keeps letting Taehyung steal pieces of beef because he is far too soft for him.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Jimin says quietly. "Hookups were starting to make me feel empty."

"Oh," Taehyung says simply. He scratches absently at his knee and then stares at the hem of his thin pyjama pant, pulling at some of the stray threads fraying from it.

Jimin grabs a pair of scissors to snip them off for him.

"I'm looking to date seriously now," Jimin explains.

Taehyung nods. "Cool," he says, and that's that. Jimin knows when Taehyung says "Cool" that means he's got no further input and he's going to go non-verbal on Jimin.

He's continuing to figure out Taehyung and what he needs. Everytime Jimin learns something new, he's happy.

There's one day when Taehyung gets home from work, looking dead-exhausted. He beelines for his room, and doesn't say hi to Jimin who is cooking in the kitchen.

Jimin raises a brow at the door abruptly closing shut. It's going to be a limited interaction day, he figures.

Jimin prepares dinner for them which is now becoming a ritual so he's started asking Taehyung to chip in for grocery regularly at this point. It's easier to cook for the two of them and Jimin likes feeding Taehyung.

He wraps the plate in cling wrap and puts it in the fridge.

Put your food in the fridge, he texts Taehyung. Go get it later, don't forget to eat, Tae.

As he passes by Taehyung's door though, Jimin freezes.

He can hear the sounds of loud sobbing.

Jimin stares at Taehyung's door in consternation. On one hand, he knows he's supposed to be as hands off and far away as possible to give Taehyung space when he's having a bad day. On the other hand, the sound of Taehyung's sobs is breaking Jimin's heart into little pieces.

Jimin makes up his mind.

He raps gently on the door a couple of times.

"Taetae," Jimin says, making sure to pitch his voice as soft and sweet as possible. "Can Jiminnie come in?"

The sobbing stops all of a sudden and hasty movements sound in the room. Then Taehyung says, "sure" very brokenly.

Taehyung is covered up to his chin in bed, only his face visible.

Jimin closes the door, and hops up on the bed.

"What's the matter, Tae? Can I touch your hair?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

Taehyung's eyes are swollen and his cheeks are pink from all of that crying. Jimin runs his fingers through Taehyung's hair repeatedly.

Suddenly, Taehyung laughs.

"It even hurts to cry."

Jimin pauses. "Not sure I understand," he says carefully.

Taehyung winces, and closes his eyes. He's liking Jimin's petting so Jimin keeps at it, hoping it soothes him.

"I've slept in my binder twice in a row," Taehyung eventually says. "I think I shouldn't bind for a week."

Ah.

"Did you take it off now?" Jimin asks, worried.

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, I did. But I keep coming home after my shifts and napping while still wearing it."

Jimin purses his lips into a frown. "So what are you feeling right now, sweetheart?"

"Kind of hurts to breathe deeply, hurts to cry, hurts to move," Taehyung gasps out, tears tracking down his cheeks again.

Jimin's eyes bug out. "Uh, we're seeing a doctor," he says sharply, panic flooding his brain. "Right now."

"I can't do that, oh fuck," Taehyung moans. "I'm feeling so dysphoric, Jimin. I can't go out without my binder. I-people gonna see. My chest. Fuck."

"You can wear your bulkiest hoodie," Jimin says briskly. He's crossed over to Taehyung's closet, already picking out some stuff.

Somehow, with a lot of coaxing, very firm coaxing, Jimin manages to get Taehyung into very bulky clothes and in a taxicab. Taehyung keeps his shoulders hunched down the whole time, and it's when Jimin pays the fare, he suddenly realizes their fingers are intertwined.

Oh.

Luckily, it's not a rib fracture as Jimin was fearing all this time. That could have punctured Taehyung's rib, and Jimin can't bear thinking about that without feeling a lot of panic so he tries not to do that.

It's just a torn chest muscle.

For that, Taehyung is given some strong medicine and ointment, and told he can't bind at all for the time being till the pain fully goes away. Jimin holds his hand the whole time, and asks the doctor questions.

Taehyung is sullen and withdrawn, his mouth a sulky pout.

"What am I gonna do about work?" He asks Jimin later after Jimin's bundled him up in bed, and keeps incessantly fussing over him.

Jimin can't help himself. Like this, Taehyung looks pale from how exhausted he is. Small too, vulnerable and sad.

"You're not going," Jimin says firmly. "Tell them you have an injury. I'll help you out if you want, I can even call for you so that will impress on him how serious the situation is."

"It's not that serious," Taehyung grouses. "I'm fine, Jimin."

Jimin gives him a Look, and rolls his eyes. "You're not fine right now, sweetheart," Jimin murmurs. "But you'll be fine if you take care of yourself."

Taehyung makes a frustrated sound. Then he makes a face because that probably hurt as well. Jimin tries not to laugh.

"Can-can you-?"

"Yes," Jimin says.

He slides in under the covers, and sighs, dropping his head onto Taehyung's shoulder.

"I don't like not being fine," Taehyung eventually says.

Jimin's lips curve into an endeared smile. "You've made that bit extremely clear since I dragged your ass to the walk-in clinic," Jimin says.

He breathes in deep the scent of Taehyung's citrus shampoo. Taehyung's the one who needs comfort but Jimin feels comforted like this.

"I guess I have to come out to my manager," Taehyung says, irritated. "So I can wear long-sleeved, bulky stuff. And I think I need a new binder. This one is really tight. And I need to make sure I'm not binding too long."

Jimin gives Taehyung's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I can remind you if you want," Jimin says. "To not sleep in your binder. To take it off if it's been too long. If you want."

Taehyung says, "Ugh. Okay. I guess this has proven I do need reminders."

Jimin snorts. "Like when you need to remind me to start my essays early."

"You never start your essays early even when I do remind you."

Jimin grins, lazy and unrepentant. "Well, I never said I was good at being reminded by your reminders," he teases.

Taehyung scoffs, and then winces because it hurts to do that too. Jimin giggles at him.

"Sleep," Jimin says softly. "You'll wake up feeling better tomorrow."

"Can you-my hair?"

"Okay, sweetheart," Jimin acquiesces.

He plays with Taehyung's hair, and watches him sleep. Thinks, I want him to be my boyfriend.

Thinks about it till he falls asleep himself.

~

Jimin seems like he's constantly on the verge of saying something to him.

Taehyung notices it happens a lot. Jimin will space off sometimes, staring absently at him, looking like a lost little puppy.

When Taehyung asks him what's wrong, Jimin shakes his head and smiles.

Till Jimin comes out with it, one day, blurting out, "I got these discounted tickets for a repeat show of Black Panther. Do you wanna come with me during the weekend?"

Taehyung blinks. "Sure," he says, pulling out his phone. "I can transfer you now. How much is the discounted price again?"

Jimin waves his hands, laughing at Taehyung. "You can do it later," he says. "I took myself off of autodeposit and I can't remember my online banking password. I need to call my bank to help me reset that password."

"Oh, okay," Taehyung says. "No problem. Just let me know."

Taehyung is looking forward to their outing. It's Jimin's workplace but he is very good-natured about it, always getting them discount tickets so they can catch a show with caramel popcorn and a can of Coke that Taehyung ends up drinking all by himself. Jimin hates fizzy drinks.

Except Taehyung ends up with his jaw agape when Jimin emerges out of his bedroom, dressed in a very short black dress, cute matching pink flats and a pink sweater he's left unbuttoned. He's done his makeup which he always does but this time, it's soft and feminine, pink shimmer.

Jimin's cheeks are flushed in embarassment, and his eyes shine with defiance. When Taehyung just stares at him, aghast, Jimin's facial expression contorts. He looks for three awful seconds like he's going to sob.

"I'll change," Jimin says roughly, yanking his door open.

"Wait," Taehyung says hurriedly.

Jimin's hand stills on his door handle.

Taehyung gestures at his own really casual attire, and laughs awkwardly. "I'm really under-dressed in comparison."

Jimin's expression smooths out again, and he laughs, happy and sweet.

"That's okay," he says easily. "You look fine."

Taehyung wants to return it. But "You look fine too" doesn't seem to cut it? Isn't enough? Adequate?

But it's like Taehyung's tongue is frozen. His brain shorts out on its last fuse when Jimin sticks his hand in Taehyung's arm while they wait for the elevator.

Oh.

Oh god.

He hopes he's not red in the face.

It's when they're in the taxicab that Taehyung realizes they are, in fact, not on their way to the movie theatre Jimin works at. In fact, they're pulling up at another location.

He chalks it up to Jimin's outfit. Maybe he doesn't want his manager to see him dressed like this.

Jimin hasn't stopped smiling or chattering. He keeps touching Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung responds to him but he feels like his brain is working a tad bit slower.

It's when they're seated all the way in the back, with their popcorn and Taehyung's coke, that it hits him.

This is a date.

Oh shit, this is a date.

Right. He hadn't wanted Taehyung to pay for the tickets.

Jimin's entire body is leaned in towards him. His eyes are filled with nervous excitement. He's hanging onto Taehyung's every single word.

The movie still hasn't started, and neither have the trailers. Jimin's hand is casually placed on the armrest.

Taehyung nearly snorts out loud, even as he feels a tidal wave of affection and fondness for the silly boy seated next to him.

Jimin is definitely not subtle.

"Jimin," Taehyung says, a smirk growing on his face. "Is this a date?"

The way Jimin's whole face turns an immediate beet-red is both very comical and sweet.

"It is a date, yes," Jimin says slowly. He tucks his hair behind his ears. "If you want it to be one."

Taehyung is having way too much fun with this, enjoying Jimin's flustered countenance.

"Is that why you brought us to this location?"

Jimin nods, with a groan. "My manager loves to gossip."

Taehyung takes Jimin's hand into his own, and squeezes it. Jimin looks down at his lap, and then back up at Taehyung. He quickly averts his gaze.

"Why did you not just ask me openly?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin takes a deep breath. "I didn't think you'd say yes."

Taehyung sways their intertwined hands from side to side. He's smiling now.

"Why do you think I wouldn't say yes, sweetheart?"

Jimin juts his lower lip out into a pout. "You. That Sungyeol guy you hooked up with. I thought, maybe? I don't know."

Taehyung figures it's safe to say it at this point. His whole heart is singing with joy.

Jimin asked him out on a date.

Jimin is attracted to him.

Jimin really likes him.

Jimin likes him.

"I pretended Sungyeol was you the whole time," he says.

Jimin gasps.

"You can't just say things like that on our date, Tae," Jimin says, his tone very reproachful as he pulls his hand free to hit Taehyung lightly on the shoulder.

Snickering, Taehyung uses the opportunity to wrap his arm around Jimin's waist instead. Jimin rolls his eyes at him.

"Yes, I can," Taehyung whispers. "You look so pretty today, baby."

Jimin colours prettily, and smiles at him. "It's our first date, you horny asshole," Jimin retorts. There's no heat in his voice, especially not when he presses his lips very tenderly to Taehyung's cheek.

"Come here," Taehyung whispers. "Give me a proper kiss. Don't half-ass it."

Jimin mumbles, "Fuck you, I'm Park Jimin, I never half-ass anything in my life," before placing his palms over Taehyung's shoulders and fully fitting their mouths together.

They kiss immediately with tongue, and it's wonderfully hot and wet, everything that Taehyung wanted and knew Jimin would be like. Jimin's wearing a light floral scent too, nothing like his more masculine colognes that Taehyung's smelled and also liked on him.

He's ascending.

Jimin really doesn't half-ass. He's a smooth, sweet, good kisser. He tugs on Taehyung's lip, and he's so demanding.

The lights turn off and the trailers begin. As they pull apart, Taehyung's cock throbs at the sight of Jimin's smiling mouth, his fat lips wet and puffy.

Under the flashing lights from the huge screen playing the trailer of a B-grade action flick, Jimin looks positively divine, beautiful and softly wanton with the knowledge of Taehyung's desire for him.

He smirks back, and Taehyung's eyes narrow.

That won't do. Too cocky.

"Don't half-ass it, coward," Jimin breathes out. "Grab my ass like I know you want to."

Fuck.

Taehyung pulls Jimin back into another heated kiss, and his right palm sweeps under the back of the dress. He grabs Jimin's asscheek and squeezes hard.

Jimin makes a choked sound, and breathes faster, eyes wild. Taehyung feels so much better. He's been working out. He knows that was a really strong assgrab.

"Not wearing a plug this time," Jimin says. He giggles, his gaze knowing at Taehyung's ensuing groan.

"Shut up."

"You wanna do that to me again?" Jimin asks, cupping Taehyung's cheek. He's pressing a lot of little kisses all over the length of Taehyung's jawline.

"Fuck, yes," Taehyung says, kissing Jimin's cheek.

"You can do that to me again," Jimin says. "And again, and again and again."

Taehyung is wet. Soaked wet through his boxers again. God, this is the price he pays for being so horny.

What's nice is that Jimin is at least as insatiable as him.

"What are you wearing, baby?" Taehyung groans out. There's something beaded along the cleft of Jimin's ass.

Jimin laughs, looking up at him. His brown hair is askew, but he looks so happy and satisfied, and Taehyung thinks he's the cutest boy in the whole world.

His heart pounds in his chest so fast.

"It's a pearl thong," Jimin purrs out. "You wanna see?"

"There's a movie you paid for us to see," Taehyung chokes out. Granted they're in the very back and not a lot of people came to see this re-show but Taehyung has some dignity left.

Jimin bites his lip. "Who said you can't multitask?"

Scratch that. Taehyung has No dignity left.

"What do you wanna do?" Taehyung asks.

They should take it slow. They really should take it slow. They should watch this whole movie while holding hands and smiling shyly at each other.

But that's not him or Jimin. They're just a couple of horny boys who want to fuck.

Jimin pulls out a couple of small sachets of lube and presses them in Taehyung's left palm.

"If, if you want," Jimin says, nervous, his words tumbling all over each other. "If you feel up to fingering me? Please, I already worked myself open earlier? I love your hands so much."

Taehyung's pretty sure his hole just gushed a bit of cum just thinking of keeping his fingers lodged up Jimin's snug ass for the duration of the movie.

He says yes, and trembles as he tears open the sachets as discreetly as possible.

Jimin sighs, as he gets breached open.

What's nice about having long, slender fingers is that Taehyung can sink the middle three into Jimin's tight rim that clenches greedily around them. His pinky stays on the top of Jimin's asscrack, and his thumb is wedged along Jimin's perineum, lightly brushing his balls.

In a way, Taehyung's got his bases covered. In a way, he's keeping Jimin warm, filled and taken care of.

It makes him feel so empowered and heady, the way Jimin sighs shakily, and curls up to Taehyung, his head pillowed on Taehyung's shoulder.

"Hey Tae," Jimin says. "I like you."

Taehyung giggles. He presses a kiss in Jimin's hair.

"I like you too, baby," he says sweetly. Then he begins thrusting his fingers in Jimin's ass, till he finds his prostate.

Jimin whimpers softly, his sounds muffled against Taehyung's throat as he squirms and takes the jabs to his prostate in such a public location.

Taehyung can't get enough of this. Already, he knows he will want to do this to Jimin all the time, making him cry and beg for more.

Jimin curls up on top of him, and whisper-moans his name.

Taehyung stops entirely, making Jimin lose his damn mind.

He smirks. "Watch the movie. Eat your popcorn. Don't waste it."

Jimin huffs at him.

Just when Jimin is least expecting it, Taehyung begins abusing his prostate again.

Jimin shakes and shivers and begs and cries and has to be so quiet about all of it as Taehyung ruthlessly edges him.

He's ascending.

~

They have to wait till they get home, for Taehyung to press Jimin up against the front door, for Jimin to wrap his legs around Taehyung's waist, for Jimin to wrap his arms around Taehyung's neck.

"Tae," Jimin sighs. He's a sweaty, fucked-out, pretty mess in Taehyung's arms.

"Can I see?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin nods, smiling breathlessly at him.

Taehyung lifts up the hem of Jimin's short dress and near-growls at the sight of the slicked pearls lining Jimin's asscrack.

The front of the thong, the dark-blue pouch is totally ruined with Jimin's semen.

Taehyung's mouth waters. Another time.

"Tae?" Jimin asks quietly.

"Yeah?"

"What about you?"

Taehyung swallows hard. "Uhm," he says nervously. "I'll take care of myself."

Jimin's face falls. "Are you sure? I want, I wanna get you off too."

He looks like a kicked puppy. Taehyung presses their foreheads together.

"I'm sure, baby," Taehyung says.

Jimin sighs, and twines his arms around Taehyung's neck to kiss him. Suddenly, Jimin pulls away, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I have an idea," Jimin murmurs.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna kiss you," Jimin murmurs, in between pressing little, longing kisses all over Taehyung's cheek. "And you can, you can get yourself off?"

Taehyung likes the sound of it. He's just not 100% ready for Jimin like that yet.

"Okay," Taehyung says softly.

Sighing, he groans as he unzips his pants and slips his fingers down his boxers.

"I'm soaked," Taehyung tells Jimin bluntly, and Jimin chokes, clutches onto him tighter.

"Yeah?" Jimin asks, and of course yes, Jimin is fishing for compliments. It wouldn't be Jimin if he didn't do that.

"Yeah," Taehyung says, moaning as he begins to stroke his cock. "You made me like this."

Jimin pulls him in for a frantic, needy kiss upon hearing that.

Jimin kisses every single inch of his face, and plays with his hair, and smiles against Taehyung's mouth, repeatedly pressing kisses against Taehyung's lips.

"I'm always horny," Taehyung confesses brokenly to Jimin. "Always wet. Just fucking always."

Jimin's face goes slack with lust. He licks his lips.

Taehyung's eyes follow the motion, and Jimin grins.

"If you're comfortable," Jimin says. He waggles his tongue obscenely at Taehyung. "Jiminnie can mop you up clean."

Taehyung grips Jimin's asscheek with one hand as he continues to tug at his cock.

"Yeah?" He asks roughly. "Jiminnie is gonna keep my cock nice and warm for me?"

Jimin mewls and nods frantically. So frantically, so eagerly.

"Mm, yes. I'm, I'm good. I know I'm good."

Taehyung bites his lip. Jimin smiles at him, dirty and doting.

"You can call me a slut," Jimin murmurs. "I wanna be your slut."

Fuck. Taehyung smashes his mouth against Jimin's and groans as he cums, his body spasming. Jimin is also trembling under him.

"I'm not done," Taehyung says. "I can just, I can keep going like this for ages."

Jimin's eyes fill with amusement. He grabs Taehyung's hand and presses it over the front of his own crotch. Jimin's hard as a rock himself.

"So can I," Jimin says, looking very, very pleased.

Images come to mind of Taehyung strapped up, pounding into Jimin's gorgeous ass all night.

Looks like Jimin's got the same idea as well because they begin kissing roughly again, wet and filthy and sweet.

Taehyung likes him so much. They're two halves of a horny whole.

~

No one is surprised when they turn out to be the most touchy couple ever.

Hoseok, Jimin's closest friend, laughs his fucking ass off, seeing Taehyung and Jimin around on campus, sides pressed together, constantly holding hands.

"Do you two even go to the bathroom together?" He asks, tears in his eyes.

Jimin rolls his eyes hard at Hoseok but Taehyung, who has turned a pleased pink, just goes, "We just fought about that yesterday," and outs them.

Jimin spends the next few minutes, chasing and trying to whack a squealing Taehyung with one of his course binders.

Okay, so they are kind of really touchy as a couple. They were touchy friends, constantly cuddling. Makes sense.

They change things up a bit at their apartment now that they're an official couple. Taehyung's bedroom is quite frankly where they have sex, Jimin's bedroom is reserved for when they're too tired to change the sheets.

With each passing day, Taehyung's personal boundaries melt.

After the scare with his old binder, Taehyung bought a new one online. This one gives him more room to breathe, but Taehyung himself is tired of wearing a binder at home for now. He's bigger-chested, and he complains about it a lot and how that's exhausting for him.

So he doesn't wear one at home anymore around Jimin. Taehyung is also sensitive to sweat as he hesitantly lets on to Jimin and so he starts wearing thinner T-shirts as well.

Within a few weeks, he's begun fully back-hugging and spooning Jimin in bed too.

Jimin really loves it. Lives for it. Verbally encourages it himself. The way Taehyung randomly grabs him by the waist or sits a startled, happy Jimin in his lap.

They kiss a lot that way too, Jimin squirming in Taehyung's lap, which makes Jimin very content.

"I can take a man not being so good at fucking," Jimin says once after they did nothing but roll around in Taehyung's bed, making out and dryhumping till Jimin's lips tingle from how swollen Taehyung made them with his teeth. "But I can't take a man being a shitty kisser."

Taehyung laughs, and pulls Jimin to lie on his chest. He looks so handsome, Jimin thinks with an ache in his heart, with his puffy, pink mouth, smiling eyes and rumpled dark hair.

It's the first time they made out without Taehyung wearing a shirt, and Jimin's enjoying this.

Just the feeling of their bare chests fully pressed together, their hearts beating together. The intimacy and sweetness of Taehyung's mouth. His kisses, his touch. Jimin wants more of Taehyung.

Always wants more.

Addicted, that's what he is.

He's been told to keep his hands away from Taehyung's chest. No groping, no sucking on his nipples.

Jimin can put his head in the middle and close his eyes though, which he does right now. Taehyung runs soothing fingers through his hair.

"You need lots of kisses, Jiminnie."

"I do," Jimin says, unapologetic.

"Why do you like kisses so much in particular?"

Jimin shudders, when Taehyung runs his palm over the back of his neck and spine. His touch is always sure and calming.

Never hesitant. Jimin really likes Taehyung's touch.

"Makes me feel special," Jimin whispers. "Makes me feel wanted. Like I'm close to someone, I'm talking to them. Their breathing, the way they move their lips or tongue. I just feel like it tells me so much about them."

Taehyung gives Jimin's shoulder a couple of squeezes.

"What do my kisses tell you?" Taehyung asks, his voice soft and almost a little hesitant.

Like he's afraid of Jimin's answer.

Jimin doesn't answer for several long moments, pondering his answer.

"I feel close to you," Jimin eventually says. "And good. Really good."

Taehyung exhales.

It's a safe answer and they both know that.

~

Taehyung is in an excellent mood. He just got Jimin off with his fingers and tongue, eating him out with Jimin bent over the kitchen counter, Jimin who moaned and whined and begged to cum while crying. But Taehyung edged him for ages, since they woke up this Saturday morning.

Jimin is going to have to make do without Taehyung's tongue for awhile though. He's made an appointment tomorrow to get his tongue pierced, so today is their one last chance to have all the sex and kisses they want to have. Jimin is very fussy about his kisses.

He's been in Taehyung's arms nonstop, wheedling and stealing kisses nonstop.

Taehyung can't say he's complaining. It feels pretty damn fantastic to have a cute and sexy man in your arms, pouting up at you for yet another kiss.

Jimin is showering. They just recently got a new vibrating plug that is Bluetooth-powered and Taehyung is eager to take it on a trial run today during their dinner date.

He's going to insert it in Jimin later himself and he can't wait.

The doorbell rings, as Taehyung works on a list of citations for an essay. He raises his brows, maybe Jimin is expecting an online package. Pulling on an oversized hoodie, Taehyung knocks lightly on the bathroom door.

"Did you get a package?" Taehyung calls out.

"No? No!"

Huh.

Taehyung rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. Lately, he's been liking how his arms look when he does that, the muscle lean and firm now.

He looks good.

Getting the door, Taehyung freezes at who it is.

"Taesung?"

His younger brother stares at him in abject disbelief. He's a couple of years younger than Taehyung and it's strange, Taehyung thinks faintly, how much even more alike they look now. Kind of ironic since they're nothing alike.

"Noona!? Yo, what the fuck?"

Taehyung takes a deep breath and steels himself for a mountain of patience.

"Hyung," Taehyung manages to get out with gritted teeth. "I'm your hyung, Taesung."

Taesung scoffs, and appraises him from head to toe with disgust and disdain.

"What the fuck did you do to yourself, Taehee-noona?" Taesung presses on, belligerent, his eyes, his eyes that are an exact copy of Taehyung's, hard and mean. "The fuck is this?"

Taehyung stands his ground, returning his intimidating gaze in kind.

"Stop misgendering me."

Taesung holds his hands up in mock surrender, laughing, and nodding to himself. Like it's some colossal joke.

Taehyung can already feel himself mentally spiraling again.

After everything he did for Taesung and Yejin. After all the oldest sibling sacrifices. This is his reward.

"What are you even here for?" Taehyung asks, his tone brusque. "Thought you made it very clear you didn't want anything to do with me, asshole. You and Yejin."

Taesung is now driving the car that Taehyung's parents got him. Fucking asshole.

The cis men in the family get it all.

Taesung gestures behind him, and oh.

There's two big bulky cartons on either side of him. Taehyung stares at both of them.

"What the fuck is this, asshole?"

Taesung rolls his eyes. "Your stuff, noona. All your shit that you didn't take with you when you moved out."

If he calls Taehyung "noona" one more time, Taehyung might just faint right here and now. He can't. He actually can't deal with this blatant disrespect. That too, from his younger brother.

It hurts to look at Taesung and still feel love in his heart for him.

It hurts.

Taehyung laughs dryly. "Yeah, and who packed it all up? You?"

"Omma and Yejin, obviously. Like I wanted to come here?"

Taehyung rolls his eyes. Oh, of course. Of course. Spoiled brat. Always has been spoiled.

That's the sad part, Taehyung was part of it too. He loved Taesung as a baby so much, he was always carrying his brother around when they were children. He spoiled Taesung rotten himself.

And now, this is his reward.

This transphobic asshole who looks a little too much like him.

"What on earth is in it that couldn't have been given away?" Taehyung demands, confused. "Why did you have to lug it all the way here in that bust-up car?"

Taesung shrugs, and shoves his hands in his pant pockets.

"You might need some shit in there," he says. "Girl shit."

Taehyung scowls.

"I'm not going to be wearing my old clothes ever again," Taehyung spits out. "Take it back with you. What the hell is wrong with Omma?"

"You never know, noona, you might change your mind about all this gender bullshit-"

"Why are you talking to your hyung like that?"

Jimin's voice is dripping with ice. He leans against the other side of the doorway and looks at Taesung like he's an annoying housefly.

Taesung rolls his eyes heavenward.

"Great," he says, sarcastically. "And it's the slut."

Before Taehyung moves with his fists, because he will, damnit, Taesung can misgender him all he wants but he is not allowed to start slutshaming Jimin.

Jimin steps directly in front of Taehyung, and smiles, poisonously sweet.

"Looking at my legs in this skirt, Taesung?"

Taesung's eyes get harder, his fists could. Taehyung knows his brother a little too well and growls under his breath.

He's seriously thinking about striking Jimin. It's on his face, plain for them to see.

"You and noona need to get a fucking grip," Taesung says eventually.

"He's your hyung," Jimin spits out. "Taehyung-hyung. You call him noona one more time, and I will box your ears out, little boy. Run back to where you crawled out from. Don't test me. I can and will fuck you up if I want to."

Taesung scoffs and flips his fingers at them.

Just before the elevator doors close behind Taesung, he yells out, "I don't have a hyung. I have two sisters, Taehee and Yejin. I will never have a hyung."

Jimin makes a crazed sound in his throat and dashes for the elevator. Taehyung bounds after him, down the stairs.

Jimin is fast and it takes them going down five flights of stairs before Taehyung finally catches Jimin around the waist and stops him.

"Let me at him," Jimin rages. His face is an uneven splotchy pink from just how angry he is. "I'll rearrange his whole face."

"No, calm down," Taehyung breathes out. "Baby, calm down. He talks like that to me all the time. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you riled up. He's immature. He gets off on working people up."

Jimin takes a few deep breaths. He sighs, thumbing Taehyung's cheeks.

"You're crying," he points out, his voice aching with sadness.

Taehyung is, indeed, crying silently. Tears tracking down his cheeks. Two boxes of his old girl clothes and a whole two months of trauma from all of that hateful misgendering.

This is his reward.

"Once he showed up at Namjoon's place, talking about how he needed to date me again," Taehyung says wryly, as they slowly climb the stairs again, both of them shaken. "Jungkook actually did punch him in the face."

Jimin gasps. "What is wrong with him?"

Taehyung throws his hands up. "I don't even know. He was saying some stupid shit about how I was normal with Namjoon. You know. Normal as in like, cishet."

Jimin is fuming. "What the fuck?"

Taehyung laughs. "Jungkook punched him and was like, Namjoon only dates men, fool."

Jimin grabs his hand and squeezes it tight.

"That's why Namjoon and Jungkook are my family," Taehyung says, feeling hollow. "They know what my family's like."

Jimin looks strangely guilty. He says nothing.

They move the boxes into the apartment because there's unfortunately, no other choice.

Taehyung collapses on the couch when they're done. He removes hoodie and closes his eyes.

"Come on," Jimin says gently, tugging on his hand. "Baby, come on. Let's cuddle in bed."

Taehyung has absolutely no energy to move. He squeals in surprise when Jimin hefts him up in a strong bridal carry. Jimin lays a startled Taehyung onto his bed, and laughs, curling up behind Taehyung to spoon him.

"Don't look so surprised," he teases Taehyung. "I'm very strong."

Well, Taehyung's considerably cheered up as he's reminded of this, and going back to a happy, horny place.

"I know that," he says, his throat dry. "I was just pleasantly reminded of it."

Laughing, Jimin kisses behind Taehyung's ear. "I'll be sure to remind you more often."

It's nice to be held too. Taehyung lets Jimin rub his tummy soothingly, and litter his neck with lots of little sweet, kittenish kisses.

Slowly, Jimin's fingers start teasing at the waistband of Taehyung's boxers.

"Yeah?"

This is new for them. Jimin still asks.

"Yeah."

It doesn't take much, Taehyung's always wet from their kisses.

He mashes Jimin's hand over his slick cock and folds, and Jimin uses his fingers the way Taehyung taught him how to move them. He reaches further down, and hooks his fingers in, and Taehyung sighs, super-sensitive.

Taehyung instructs him breathlessly the whole time. Touch me there, move your fingers more firmly, come on, Jiminnie, you're so good.

Jimin is hard, pressed up against his ass, and he's making little needy sounds himself.

Afterwards, Taehyung takes care of Jimin too, tugging him to completion.

He watches Jimin's face, pupils fucked out and lips parted and he thinks they'll have to have a talk soon about Jimin's tendency to slip into subspace around Taehyung so fast.

Jimin slips so easily.

And Taehyung, Taehyung is really loving it.

Wants to start nurturing and caring for Jimin as a dom too.

They'll have to talk about it soon.

~

"Are they your ... partner?"

Taehyung laughs at the way Yoongi carefully enunciates partner as he looks a little unsure. Usually, Yoongi is very self-assured and deadpan about it, so to see him uncertain of how to proceed is very endearing.

"Yoongi meet Jimin, my boyfriend," Taehyung says easily, and Jimin looks up, from where he's curled up on the couch in the waiting area of their salon. He's got earbuds in so he waves distractedly, still looking at his phone. Then he takes his buds out, and waves at Yoongi again.

Yoongi stares at Jimin, in his white leggings and pink flats and pink oversized sweater, as if trying to size him up. Taehyung can tell he's discreetly checking Jimin out and feels weirdly proud.

"Hi," Jimin says, with a smile. "Just waiting for Tae, act like I'm not here."

"Kinda hard to do that," Yoongi mumbles, a little incredulous. When he looks back to Taehyung, his gaze is loaded with respect.

"He's cute," Yoongi says.

Taehyung smirks, and doesn't bother to hide his smugness. Jimin's back to his show. "I know. I'm very lucky and I know it."

It's the fifth day of having gotten his tongue pierced. The past four days have been exhausting because Taehyung has had to re-learn how to move his tongue in his mouth. He made sure he got it pierced a little further in the back of his tongue so the metal wouldn't hit his teeth.

His tongue got really swollen three days back, and it was hell trying to finish his meals. He hasn't been motivated to eat anyway because his tongue just aches after from all the chewing movements, no matter how careful and slow he is.

Jimin's been pureeing food for him.

It's not aching as much today and this was a long shift so he's thrilled about it, when he leaves with Jimin.

"Let's see how it looks today."

Taehyung obediently sticks his tongue out, and Jimin examines it with a furrowed brow.

"The swelling has really gone down," Jimin says. Closing his eyes, Taehyung sighs, when Jimin's little fingers massage his jaw. "Mm. Relax, your jaw is so tense."

"I think I've been clenching my teeth all day," Taehyung says, with a wince. "Ouch."

"I can think of something," Jimin murmurs, and Taehyung glances warily around because they're in public transit, on the subway, and here Jimin is, with his eyes sparkling with mischief and an openly lascivious look. "That would really loosen you up."

Taehyung raises a brow.

"Like what?" He asks, pretending to sound bored and indifferent.

Jimin's eyes sparkle some more, and he bites on his lower lip. He casts a look around, then places his hand on Taehyung's waist.

"Let me keep you warm with my mouth," Jimin offers.

Taehyung already feels a pulse of arousal, just thinking about what Jimin means.

"Okay," he says.

Jimin makes a happy sound and smiles. Taehyung gently pulls Jimin closer to nuzzle at his cheek.

"My coworker, Yoongi, he finds you attractive."

Jimin's eyes narrow. "Oh," he says, unsure. "How-how does that make you feel?"

Taehyung laughs. "Pretty fucking good that I get to be the one dating you."

A pleased shade of pink blooms on both of Jimin's cheeks.

But he doesn't look entirely appeased, and he seems to bite his lip, wearing that same guilty expression on his face he sometimes wears around Taehyung.

"What is it?" Taehyung murmurs.

"I would get," Jimin exhales and huffs, averting his gaze. "Nevermind."

"You would get what?"

The subway doors open. They get out and Jimin sighs. They're going out to eat at a Persian restaurant today, because they're both craving kebab.

"I get jealous," Jimin admits, shamefaced. "Possessive over you. That's why I used to be weird about Namjoon."

Oh.

"Yeah, I know that," Taehyung says, with a light laugh. "It's really obvious. You don't try to cover me like a barnacle when we hang out with him and Jungkook these days though."

Jimin pouts and makes to pull his hand away. Taehyung holds on tighter and grins.

Jimin looks sheepish but like, there's something on his mind that he's dying to ask. Taehyung sees him struggling and he knows exactly what Jimin is dying to know.

Sighing, Taehyung swallows his pride.

"Yeah, I was jealous of every single guy that you brought over, Jimin."

Something in Jimin's face clears, but he still looks extremely vulnerable. Taehyung reaches out to drop a kiss on Jimin's nose.

"Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" Taehyung asks.

"I thought I did," Jimin says. "But now, it just makes me sad. I never meant to hurt you."

Taehyung swallows hard. They're walking down the street, to wait for a streetcar, and Jimin is silent.

"Then don't hurt me," Taehyung says, feeling very fragile.

"I won't."

Jimin squeezes his hand tight, so tight. But Taehyung welcomes it. He doesn't want Jimin to let go.

~

"tugging on my big tcock. u wanna come make me feel good? be my little cockslut?"

Jimin nearly bolts out of the theater room he's vacuuming, books a taxicab and zooms up to their apartment to give Taehyung what he wants and deserves: a helping mouth.

His helping mouth.

The nude Taehyung has sent him is nothing short of simply mesmerizing: his large veiny hand prominent on his slick cock, tugging mercilessly at his cockhead. It looks engorged and fat and a pretty flushed-brown, just like how it gets after Taehyung's pumped it.

Jimin fucking loves sucking Taehyung off. It's good. It's really good.

For one, it's obviously easy to fit Taehyung. Because of that, Jimin can focus on other things easier too - using his tongue to tease, and his fingers.

The other part is that his lover is simply insatiable. Jimin can sit on the floor, in his thong, feeling so, so, so exposed, vulnerable, dripping precum himself. Taehyung can cum and cum and cum, guiding Jimin to suck on his inner thighs in between. Jimin does so with pleasure.

One time, Taehyung came so hard he squirted and sprayed his cum on a stunned Jimin's face. They discussed the possibility of this happening. Jimin hadn't thought it would happen.

The first time it happened, Taehyung just had to put his hand on Jimin's cock, and he came himself.

Since then, it's happened multiple times, and every single time, Jimin thinks he's going to lose his mind from how overwhelmingly good it feels to receive Taehyung's cum like this.

He's aching for it today. He really is. He's come to crave it now.

Jimin drops his bag when he enters their apartment. Taehyung is naked, naked as the day he was born, lying on a towel laid over the couch, mindlessly pumping a dildo in and out of his front hole. His eyes are hazed out but they get sharper when they focus on Jimin.

"Baby."

Jimin whimpers, grabs a cushion for his knees and takes his favourite position now - between Taehyung's legs.

He looks up, and feels himself begin to swim when Taehyung grabs a practiced fistful of his hair and growls, "Suck me off."

Jimin nods, and Taehyung says, "Watch me."

He has to watch, impatience cresting within him as Taehyung slowly, agonizingly, pulls the dildo out of his front hole, and makes a show of clenching on it.

Jimin's lips part, and he begins to drool.

Taehyung is wet. Sopping wet. His folds, his cock, his front hole - sopping wet with his cum.

"Fuck my face."

"Yeah?"

"Mm, yes."

Jimin shivers in delightful anticipation. He makes a pleased sound when Taehyung grabs him by the hair and mashes his mouth against his cock and groin.

Taehyung cums within a few minutes, and laughs throatily when Jimin inserts his fingers and hooks them in.

"Little fingers," Taehyung says, gently mocking. "They barely fill me up."

Jimin shivers in arousal. He fucks harder, and Taehyung grunts.

"That's more like it, baby," Taehyung says, still playful, like it's barely doing anything for him, and Jimin makes a frustrated noise, pistoning his fingers in at a rapid pace.

Taehyung likes his groin ruined thoroughly. He makes Jimin work his ass off to achieve this.

"Maybe your tongue will actually make me feel something," Taehyung says, and Jimin nods, keeping his fingers lodged in.

He's leaking copious amounts of precum in his own panties, and when he tries to touch himself, Taehyung pulls on his hair hard.

"Only I touch your cock."

Oh fuck, Taehyung is in one of those moods. He's going to edge Jimin to the point of actual (happily overwhelmed) tears.

Jimin takes a deep breath, and puts his tongue to work again.

Taehyung isn't even halfway done with him.

And Jimin is so, so, so incredibly glad for that.

~

Taehyung's tongue has fully healed a couple of weeks ago, but it's cute denying Jimin open-mouthed kisses. His boyfriend gets pouty, and Taehyung just laughs, presses their lips together in lots of close-mouthed kisses. Jimin huffs, but agreeably tilts his face up for affection.

It hits Taehyung one day when he wakes up with Jimin in his arms, that it's been nine months now.

Nine months. Fuck.

Nine months and his feelings for Jimin aren't diminishing in intensity. They're just getting stronger and stronger.

Taehyung thinks about this as he watches Jimin putter around in the kitchen fixing them naengmyeon, dressed up in loose and soft pyjamas and his heart aches.

He's in love.

"Hey," Jimin says, setting down a bowl in front of him. "Here, eat well."

Instead of eating, Taehyung pulls a startled Jimin in to hold him close, burying his face in the soft, brown mass of Jimin's hair.

Giggling, Jimin cuddles in closer to him.

"Hey, did you look up the sites I linked you?"

Jimin nods.

"I did," he says, sounding shy. "I ... like the idea of it a lot. Being your ... your uh. Submissive?"

"Yes, yeah," Taehyung says. "Have you done that before?"

Jimin nods again. "I blindfolded a guy once and sat on his dick," he says. "I uh. Took on a dominant role?"

Taehyung laughs, and holds Jimin close, feeling really close and affectionate and safe with him. He runs his palms over Jimin's sides, and is endeared by Jimin's proud smile.

"Did you like that?"

Jimin shrugs. "It didn't do too much for me? But it really got him riled up."

"We can switch roles if you want," Taehyung offers. "And that way, we can see what works best for us."

Jimin nods. "I like that," he says, grinning widely at him. "So how do you propose we try to start ... doing this?"

"Let's eat first," Taehyung says. "Then we'll talk about it some more."

So they eat, and after that, cuddle in Taehyung's bed again, Jimin sighing as Taehyung rubs the back of his thighs. He told Taehyung that he likes this, having his skin touched and caressed all over.

"Okay," Jimin says, and intertangles their fingers, smiling against Taehyung's mouth. "Tell me what you've got in mind for us."

Taehyung's stupid brain gets stuck on us and stays on that for a few flustered, floundering seconds first.

Us.

"So I really want to dom you," Taehyung begins hesitantly. "I feel like we do some light version of it already. But I don't want to pigeonhole you into a submissive role if that's not what you're absolutely sure you want. Do you also want to try domming?"

Jimin purses his mouth.

"I think that if we want to be even halfway decent at this for each other," Jimin begins slowly. "Maybe we should try being on both ends of it? That's the way I see it at least, after reflecting on whatever I read online."

"That's very smart, Jiminnie."

Jimin smiles.

"If I want to be a good sub for you," Jimin says, as he plays with Taehyung's hair, taking different partings to it. "I think I would benefit from knowing what it's like to be a dom as well. I'm not sure I'm interested in domming. But I may want to take it up occasionally."

"Okay, angel," Taehyung whispers, leaning in to kiss Jimin on the mouth. He pulls away the minute Jimin tries to part his lips, and laughs at Jimin's predictably ensuing pout. "So then in that case, I think we could start with some trust-building exercises first."

"I read about those on the sites you sent me," Jimin says, brightening up.

"Good," Taehyung is endeared by how sweet Jimin looks, excited about this. "We could come up with some fun trust-building exercises for each other," he suggests. "Do you like the sound of that?"

Jimin nods, looking like a puppy. Taehyung finally gives in.

He pulls Jimin in to lie on top of him, and grabs the back of Jimin's head, angling him so Taehyung can lick into his mouth.

Jimin moans, and melts for Taehyung, as he always does.

~

After lots of discussion on where they would like to begin, they start out with saran wrap bondage on each other.

Taehyung gets different colours of it too - red, pink, blue, colours that he's been dying to wrap Jimin's pretty body up with.

Even if what they're doing right now is mostly trust-building, the first experience is still very intense.

"What's your safe word again?" Taehyung asks Jimin, watching his boyfriend, fully naked, standing in the kitchen.

Jimin wrinkles his face as he says it, "Mushrooms."

"Okay," Taehyung says, grinning. His own safe word for when it's Jimin's turn to dom is "pepper."

"What colour do you want to start off with, Jiminnie?" Taehyung asks him gently, holding out the different rolls of coloured wrap.

"Pink," Jimin murmurs.

"Okay, baby."

It's not even a full scene. There should be nothing remarkable about this, Taehyung wearing his nicest dress shirt and slacks, Jimin stark naked, goosebumps all over his limbs.

Yet everything about Jimin's eyes trained on him is remarkable.

They decided to start small today. Taehyung is only going to wrap Jimin's upper torso first. Then if Jimin likes it, he'll bind Jimin's right arm to his upper torso as well.

Jimin isn't nervous, but he's certainly a bit tense as Taehyung begins to drag the wrap across his chest.

After three rolls around, Taehyung notices he hasn't loosened up. He's breathing faster, and Taehyung cups his face, placing a kiss on Jimin's lips.

He holds up the pair of black safety shears he also bought, and Jimin nods, taking a deep breath.

"You safeword," Taehyung murmurs. "And I'll use this immediately."

Jimin relaxes more, his eyes trained on the safety shears for a few seconds. Then he looks up and nods at Taehyung, with a smile.

"Okay," Jimin says. "Keep going, please."

Taehyung binds Jimin's entire upper torso with the saran wrap, and Jimin's breathing hitches after he's done and kisses one of Jimin's shoulders.

"How's that?" Taehyung asks, winding his arms around Jimin's waist.

Jimin buries his face in Taehyung's neck. "Good," he says.

"Elaborate on that "good" for me?"

Jimin exhales. "Feels hot," he says quietly. "My arms and shoulders feel so much cooler in comparison. I want you to go for my right arm. I'm liking this."

Taehyung kisses the side of Jimin's head. "I'm liking this too," he says. "Alright."

He holds up the safety shears, making sure Jimin sees them the whole time he binds Jimin's right arm to his side. When he's done, Taehyung smirks.

Jimin's cock is fully hard.

Looking up, Taehyung sees Jimin staring at him, aroused and flustered.

"You like that?" Taehyung asks, his voice soft.

Jimin nods eagerly.

"Words, Jimin. Use your words."

Jimin colours a bit, looking shy by that.

"I love it," Jimin says immediately. "I want more, can you do my other arm too?"

Taehyung chuckles, and shakes his head. "That's not what we agreed on," he says lazily. "Well, that was hard work for me. I think I'm going down to check on our laundry. Think you can wait here while I do that?"

Jimin's breathing picks up. Taehyung carefully watches his face.

Jimin nods. Taehyung pulls out a chair at their dining table, and guides Jimin to sit. He presses a kiss to the top of Jimin's head, and places the shears a little further away.

"I'll be back," Taehyung says softly. "One last thing though."

Jimin gasps, when Taehyung pulls out a black blindfold cloth from the pocket of his slacks.

"Okay?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin looks up at him, and determination sets in his eyes.

"Okay," he says and closes his eyes. Taehyung feels so much pride well up in him.

Gently, carefully, he ties the blindfold around Jimin's face, fully obscuring his sight.

Jimin lets out a broken moan, when Taehyung splays his palm right over his warm saran-wrapped belly and pressed down firmly as he kisses his cheek, letting his lips linger for a few seconds.

"Well, I'm going to go switch the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer," Taehyung says brightly, pulling away.

He watches Jimin cutely sway in confusion and discontent from the loss of Taehyung's body warmth. "That'll be about 15 minutes. See you soon."

Taehyung makes a real show of it, thudding his footsteps across the floor to the front door of their apartment, and pulls it open. Then he shuts it, and stays inside the apartment, staying deathly still.

What he told Jimin beforehand was he really would check on the laundry.

Fuck the laundry though.

Taehyung wouldn't ever leave Jimin bound up like that alone, and this is all about building trust with Jimin.

He carefully, silently tiptoes back to the kitchen, where the dining table is, watching Jimin take deep breaths and squirm in his seat.

He looks okay. Not too anxious.

"Tae," Jimin calls out, his voice plaintive. "You didn't, you didn't really go, did you?"

He laughs to himself, and Taehyung watches him silently, trying to stifle his own laughter.

When silence is what greets Jimin, he snorts and Taehyung imagines if he had his eyes free at the moment, he'd most definitely be rolling them.

"I read about this trust-building trick online," Jimin says, with a scoff. "So I know you're actually here in the apartment."

Taehyung raises his brows at that, and presses his lips together. Huh.

Jimin is so bratty.

The first five minutes, Taehyung watches as Jimin gets cocky, throwing out "I know what this is" and "You didn't fool me" quite a few times.

Then Taehyung watches with deep-seated satisfaction as Jimin begins to break.

"Tae," he says softly. "Tae, please, I need you."

He's hard, Taehyung observes, hard and leaking precum. He silently licks his lips.

He loves Jimin's cock. It's below average size and super cute. Pink-tipped and sensitive.

The last five minutes really get to Taehyung though. Get him slick between his folds.

Jimin goes silent, and his free hand darts once to his cock. Then he retreats, licks his lip, and does it again.

"If you're really not here," Jimin says, mockingly. "Then I can touch myself."

Oh, really now?

Taehyung scoffs inwardly, and stares at him, unimpressed. But also smug because Jimin keeps playing chicken with his own cock. He keeps teasing to touch, and everytime he pulls away, as if reluctant to actually displease Taehyung.

That happens for a good minute. Then Jimin breathes harshly and falls silent. He's so beautiful, strong thighs, and tapered calves, his cock leaking, the pink saran wrap on his upper torso and arm further highlighting the soft smoothness of the rest of his exposed skin.

When Taehyung finally and purposefully clears his throat to break the silence, Jimin sighs.

"You were here all along," he says, sounding vulnerable "I knew you were here."

Taehyung's throat gets tight with emotion.

"Where else would I go?" He asks, trying to sound level.

Jimin exhales a ragged breath, as Taehyung removes the blindfold.

He blinks constantly, fluttering his lashes at Taehyung.

"Bright," he says incoherently.

"The kitchen light is brighter," Taehyung says, apologetic.

Jimin's eyes eventually resettle, finally getting used to the light again. Taehyung pulls open one of the chairs, on which he's kept a blanket.

"You want out first, blowjob later or stay bound as I blow you?"

Jimin whines. "I don't know!"

Taehyung giggles.

"Blowjob now," Jimin says, making a face like that was so hard to decide. Taehyung rolls his eyes at him. Such a baby. He's getting a blowjob from Taehyung, either way.

His baby, though.

Jimin makes a shrill sound as Taehyung goes down on him, slurping up his precum.

"You know," Taehyung says thoughtfully, as he pulls away to stroke Jimin's cock. "You were so insolent. Trying to touch yourself. Defying my order."

"I didn't actually touch myself, oh fuck! Fuck! Taehyung, please, please-"

"You were challenging me."

"I wasn't," Jimin whines. "I wasn't, I was just. Okay, fine. I was trying to see if you would give yourself away."

"You keep doing that," Taehyung says, and flashes his tongue so Jimin can clearly see his piercing. "You don't get this."

Jimin gives him puppy eyes.

He's so lucky Taehyung loves him. They both get tested together now regularly, and since they don't have sex with anyone else anymore, Taehyung has just started blowing Jimin without a condom now.

Taehyung loves this boy so, so, so incredibly much.

One of these days Taehyung is just going to have to blurt it out, and Jimin is going have to deal with the knowledge of Taehyung's love, bold and bright and untamed.

But Jimin loves him too, and Taehyung knows it. Sees evidence of it in his eyes, his touch. His food, his trust.

Jimin whimpers, deep within his throat as Taehyung uses his piercing to finish him off fast. Taehyung carefully wipes him clean with toilet paper, and then grabs the safety shears to cut Jimin out of the saran wrap.

His sub is shivering, trembling nonstop in Taehyung's arms as he wraps the blanket around Jimin.

"It's cold," Jimin says, with a gasp. "Fuck. Like. Really cold."

Taehyung snickers, and hugs Jimin's blanket-wrapped body tightly.

"That was good," Jimin says after, showered and securely held in Taehyung's arms. "I can't wait to try it with you now."

Taehyung hums, pressing his lips to the top of Jimin's head.

"You can do both my arms," he says.

Jimin's eyes twinkle with mischief, and Taehyung feels a spark of anticipation, wondering what Jimin's got in store for him.

~

A week later

Jimin has to say that this is a lot of fun. He's mimicking the exact same scene Taehyung did with him, they're just reversing roles. He's chosen to wrap Taehyung up in red saran wrap instead, first going for Taehyung's upper torso in the same way.

His pink cock, already slick and wet between his folds. He pumped prior to this, and Jimin's mouth waters. He wants to suck Taehyung off already, but he needs to wait first.

The way Taehyung's chest is squished under the red wrap is obscene and beautiful, his nipples flattened.

The only problem Jimin is having, is maintaining this dom persona. He's not absolutely sure he's wearing it well.

"You okay?" Jimin asks softly, trying not to sound riled up or anxious or look jumpy. How does Taehyung stay so calm and chill?

Taehyung nods, and smiles at him.

"Okay, great!" Jimin says enthusiastically, and fumbles about for the safety shears, keeping them in Taehyung's line of sight, just like Taehyung did for him.

He feels good about himself, when suddenly he remembers something Taehyung always says, and mentally kicks himself.

"Words, Tae," Jimin says softly, cupping Taehyung's cheek, directly meeting his boyfriend's gaze. "Use your words, sweetheart."

Taehyung blinks up at him, and exhales roughly, definitely looking more than a little affected by Jimin's sudden intensity.

"Good," Taehyung whispers.

Jimin smirks, and decides to be a little impulsive, dropping his skirt-and-panty clad ass in Taehyung's lap. He rests his elbows on Taehyung's shoulders, and finds his own self relaxing a little more, his nerves ebbing slightly.

Alright, he's got this. He can do it too.

"Good what?" Jimin whispers, smiling against Taehyung's mouth. "What's good? Me sitting in your lap? Me tying you up? Be a little more elaborate for me."

Taehyung takes a deep breath, and Jimin realizes he's tense under him. He places a soft kiss on Taehyung's forehead.

That helps ground Taehyung some more. He breathes easier, and Jimin licks into Taehyung's mouth, feeling really overwhelmed with all the emotion that this beautiful man has been making him feel lately.

It's just a lot. So good and so intense.

Dating Taehyung is brilliant.

"Good with you," Taehyung says, with a sigh after Jimin pulls away. "You make me feel good."

"Good boy, using your words very well," Jimin murmurs, and oh, Taehyung's lips part. Oh, he does like that. Hm.

He pulls out the blindfold cloth, the same one Taehyung used.

"Okay?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung nods. "Okay," he says.

After getting it on, Jimin saturates Taehyung with touch, kissing his face and shoulders. Then he asks Taehyung, "Can I put my mouth on your chest?"

Taehyung shudders. "Yes, yes please," he replies, with a needy moan.

Jimin knows how hot it gets under the saran wrap. It feels like cuddling a personal heater. He absentmindedly wonders how additionally hot his tongue over Taehyung's flattened nipple under the saran wrap must feel.

Judging by Taehyung's very audible, helpless groan: Very Hot.

"Baby feels good when I do this?" Jimin whispers.

Taehyung whimpers some more, as Jimin mercilessly takes over the other nipple in the same fashion, laving his tongue relentlessly over the plastic. Jimin purposely used lesser rolls of wrap than Taehyung did on him for this.

"'M so hot," Taehyung mewls out. "Jiminnie, this is so, guh-"

He chokes when Jimin leaves his nipples abruptly to greedily kiss and suck at his inner thighs, kneeling down. One look at Taehyung's crotch, and Jimin feels his confidence mount.

Taehyung is very aroused and wet.

Okay, he's got the hang of this. He started out feeling heavily insecure but Taehyung did reassure them that they might have their own styles of doing this when they're in control, domming. And that's cool.

It's just that Jimin feels hypervigilant. And not in a good way.

He pulls away now, because loss of sensation, that sudden sensory deprivation, yes that's what he planned on.

Taehyung groans, and spreads his legs obscenely wider. God, Jimin wants to lap him up clean with his tongue.

Focus. He has to focus. Maintain his focus.

"Okay," Jimin murmurs. "Let's go to the living room."

Taehyung makes a shocked sound. Jimin hopes he likes his idea. Trustwalking.

He's wearing a pair of heels, and they clack on the hardwood, as he gently lifts Taehyung up from the chair and gives him a twirl to disorient him.

He pulls away from Taehyung, and carefully, silently grabs the safety shears with him.

"Follow my voice, darling," Jimin coos.

Taehyung takes a deep, anxious breath, and Jimin keeps talking, to get Taehyung to spatially figure out his position.

He carefully leads Taehyung out of their kitchen and dining space with his voice, down the hallway, talking and talking.

The whole time, Jimin is a sweaty, hot mess, his palms clammy and his throat tight with unhappy emotion.

He's not enjoying this.

It's just, it doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel good. Jimin should be feeling some level of calm, deriving some level of enjoyment from this. Even if it's his first time, he should be enjoying himself on some level.

Honestly, he's not.

Suddenly, Taehyung stops moving, period.

"Pepper," he says quietly. "Pepper. I don't feel good, Jimin, please, cut me out, I don't like this--"

He begins gasping, panicky and scared. Jimin hurries to him, so glad for the fact that he remembered to bring the shears with him.

He yanks off the blindfold cloth with shaking fingers, and Taehyung's crying, tears streaming down his cheeks as Jimin frantically hacks away at the wrap.

"Wait, I'm coming back, I'm just going to get you the blanket," Jimin says urgently.

The sound of Taehyung sobbing breaks Jimin's heart, as he dashes into the kitchen, grabs the blanket, and shucks off his shoes.

He bounds into Taehyung's bedroom, and grabs his boyfriend's clothes, his hoodie and sweats.

Tears silently stream down Jimin's cheeks too.

Taehyung's bawling by the time Jimin gets back to him, tossing the hacked saran wrap away from him. He's got his knees hugged to his chest, and he's got his arms around himself.

Jimin looks at him, and feels like the worst human alive.

He hurt Taehyung.

This is his fault.

He wraps the blanket fully around Taehyung, and envelopes him in his arms, Taehyung still trembling like a leaf.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jimin whispers, rocking Taehyung in his arms. "You never have to do that again. It's okay, it's over. Breathe, please breathe for me."

Taehyung hides his face in Jimin's chest.

"Don't let me go," he says, broken.

Jimin should be the strong one right now, but the tears won't stop flowing.

"I won't," he replies, frantically. "I love you, baby, I'll never let you go."

Taehyung freezes in his hold.

Jimin wants to kick himself again. God, he's being so stupid. Nerves and anxiety and fear. He should just stop talking, he should--

"I love you too."

Oh.

Taehyung's breathing eases some after that.

In silence, Jimin dresses Taehyung up in his clothes. Taehyung seems to have lost feeling in his legs after his panic attack, so Jimin hefts him up into his arms, and makes for Taehyung's bedroom.

"Your bedroom," Taehyung says tiredly. "I want to be in your bed."

Jimin's heart soars a little hearing that, feeling better despite the heavy guilt shrouding his conscience now.

He gently drops Taehyung onto his bed, and says, "I'll be back."

Taehyung gratefully takes the offered glass of juice from him when Jimin gets back and the candy bar.

"I'm sorry," Jimin says, staring at his knees. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Taehyung lets out an incredulous scoff. "You didn't do anything wrong," he says sweetly. "I just don't think I liked not being in control."

Jimin hums. "Why do you not like that?"

Taehyung makes a frustrated sound.

"I don't know," he says. "I'm not sure. It was ... jarring. I felt taken back to when I was bullied in middle school by these transphobic boys in my class. I had no control."

Jimin sighs. He puts his arm around Taehyung's shoulder, and holds him close.

"I don't think that was for me either," Jimin confesses quietly. "It made me really jumpy and anxious on the inside. I think ... it's best we stick to only me subbing. For now."

Taehyung cuddles up to him, hugging Jimin's arm. He's soft like this, so soft. Small and sweet with his messy hair and kind eyes and lovely, exhausted looking face.

"I love you," Taehyung says, smiling at him, sounding thrilled as he says it.

Jimin's face heats up in embarrassment even as his heart warms just hearing those precious three words from Taehyung. "Uhm, uh. About that."

"I meant to say it to you, I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you first, Jimin, now cuddle me to sleep."

Jimin stares at him, wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

Then he proceeds to cuddle Taehyung to sleep, overwhelmed and depressed by seeing his boyfriend cry like that.

If he has to see Taehyung cry like that ever again, Jimin's heart might actually physically break.

~

The mutual confessions of love really help strengthen their relationship, and Taehyung safewording actually helps with him feeling bolder about experimenting some more as his likes and do-not-likes during sex continue to change.

He tries to fuck Jimin while wearing a harness the first time, and absolutely hates it. The way the penis is differently-coloured and the very fact that a harness is on him suddenly makes him feel very dysphoric, so he has to stop and slide out, while a worried Jimin helps him get the harness off.

"It's okay," Jimin murmurs, after he hides the harness and penis out of sight from Taehyung. He gets in Taehyung's lap, something that really helps Taehyung feel good. This is nice. Jimin, warm and soft and sweet in his arms.

His breathing relaxes, and he hugs Jimin.

"I thought I would enjoy it," Taehyung mumbles, nipping lightly at the jut of Jimin's shoulder. "I fucked Namjoon like that a couple of times."

Jimin hums, and runs his hands up Taehyung's biceps. He gives the muscles there an appreciative squeeze. Taehyung preens.

"That was years ago," Jimin points out. "Maybe I can help you look for something different?"

Nodding, Taehyung runs his hands over Jimin's bare back. "I think that would be best," he says. "I didn't like the colour either. Think I want something realistic actually."

He ends up getting his first flesh-toned packer this way, and a few pairs of boxers with holes in the front of the pouch through he can slide the penis in and out, and keep in place with adhesion tape.

There's a flexible rod in the penis that even helps Taehyung tuck it upwards for casual wear, and he really likes it. He fucks Jimin after fully sticking it out and elongating it, on their sides, carefully sliding in and Jimin really loves it, if his needy cries are any indication.

Today morning, they're deep in the midst of a scene. Jimin's arms are bound to his upper torso with blue saran wrap, and he's wearing a blindfold. He's drooling around a ballgag in his mouth, and he's cockwarming Taehyung, speared onto Taehyung's cock.

They've gotten kinky.

They keep reverting to doing this. In his defense, there's something about the cute, helpless noises Jimin keeps releasing while he's gagged and bound that really does it for Taehyung. His little boyfriend wears submission so beautifully and gracefully, constantly squirming.

Taehyung brings his palms down heavily on Jimin's ass and Jimin releases a constant series of moans.

"You keep squirming like that," Taehyung says, his tone conversational. "You don't get to sit on my dick."

Jimin immediately stops moving, his breathing audibly quickening.

Taehyung smiles. Cute, so cute. He leans in, to brush his lips over Jimin's lips stretched obscenely around the gag.

Jimin makes a desperate sound behind the gag. It just makes Taehyung want to edge him some more. Jimin's cock leaks precum between them.

One touch and Taehyung knows he'll finish Jimin off within seconds. Jimin is ruined already, his skin flush all over with pink.

He fucks up into Jimin, and holds him steady as he does it. The sounds from Jimin increase and Taehyung watches him, feeling wrecked just seeing him.

It's been about a half hour of Jimin wrapped up. Normally, this is when Taehyung decides to end their play. He doesn't feel comfortable keeping Jimin bound in saran wrap for too long. Jimin wouldn't mind, Taehyung knows that. He's been asking for more and more bondage.

But this is also about his comfort level as a new dom as well. He finishes Jimin off with a hand on his cock, and coaxes him through his orgasm with softly whispered reassurances. After he cuts Jimin out of the wrap, removes the gag and the blindfold, Jimin is grinning widely.

"I'm floating," Jimin murmurs, dreamy, gaze loosely focused on him, in between sips of water that Taehyung makes him take. "That was mindblowing. Fuck."

Taehyung settles down next to Jimin, feeling satisfied himself. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. I loved it. Best yet."

Jimin cups his cheek, and presses a few tender pecks on Taehyung's lips. Taehyung sighs, and enjoys the attention.

"Thank you," Jimin says, heartfelt with an adoring smile. "Thank you for making me feel so good."

Taehyung is glowing.

"You're welcome," he says, happy.

~

The boxes of Taehyung's old stuff sit in their living room for months since Taesung so rudely dropped them off at their doorstep.

Taehyung doesn't bring up the boxes so Jimin doesn't. But they're huge and taking up place in their tiny living room.

He doesn't have to say anything though.

One weekend morning as Jimin is lying on the couch, tired out from a draining shift from the theatre and school kicking his ass with assignments, Taehyung comes out with mugs of warm peppermint tea for them.

Jimin sits up and takes his own mug from Taehyung, mumbling thanks.

"No problem."

He draps his legs over Taehyung's lap, and takes a fortifying sip. The tea invigorates him.

"I should sort through those boxes," Taehyung says, with a heavy sigh. "I've been putting it off."

Jimin reaches out to squeeze his shoulder in comfort. "Want help?"

Taehyung makes a face and shakes his head. "It's not going to take me that long," he deadpans. "I'm just going to drop it all off at the nearest thrift store, I think. Yeah. I think that's all you'll have to help me out with."

Jimin bites his lip. An idea has suddenly stuck him.

"What kind of clothes are in there?" Jimin asks, quiet and timid.

Taehyung snorts. "My old dresses and skirts. My high school fashion was decent, I guess. That's when I was identifying as non-binary."

Jimin takes a deep breath. "Can I ... can I try them on?"

Taehyung freezes, and Jimin panics, immediately backtracking. He sets his mug of tea down on the coffee table and waves his hands at Taehyung who stares at him, wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry, that was probably weird," Jimin says hurriedly.

Taehyung licks his lips. "It's not," he says.

Suddenly, Taehyung gets up and to his feet, and takes his mug with him to the kitchen, leaving a confused Jimin in his wake.

The confusion clears though, when Taehyung reemerges with a knife, looking way more interested in going through his old girl stuff now.

"You really wanna try out my old clothes?" Taehyung asks, something darkly intense in his eyes.

Jimin shivers and nods. He stands up himself, takes a sip of his tea and sets his mug down.

"Yeah," he says, looking up through his lashes at Taehyung.

"Fuck," Taehyung says. "Okay. Okay."

The air between them changes into a charged one. Taehyung wets his lip with his tongue.

Jimin grins. Together in joint anticipation, they cut up and open the boxes. Jimin's hands shake as he pulls one of the boxes open.

Jimin leans back against the glass edge of their coffee table, and keeps sipping on his tea, feeling a strangely potent mix of aroused and vindicated as Taehyung takes out old sweaters, skirts and dresses.

"I don't know how these will fit on you," Taehyung says, his voice rough.

Jimin smiles, and flashes Taehyung a wink, as he pulls his nightshirt over his head.

"There's only one way to find out," Jimin says, shucking off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of burgundy satin panties.

Taehyung makes a little overwhelmed sound.

Jimin purses his lips into a pout and wiggles his whole body into a whine, acting cutesy in a way he knows always gets to Taehyung.

"Hurry," he whines. "Pick something for me to try on."

Taehyung wordlessly hands over a dress with floral patterns.

"My Omma stitched this and I hated wearing it the most."

"Then that's what I want to wear the most," Jimin says, with a smile and wink.

Jimin pulls it over his head, and tries to work it down over his frame. He struggles at first, and Taehyung laughs, rich, deep and warm.

He helps Jimin pull the dress down, and when Jimin can see Taehyung's face again, he shivers.

Taehyung looks like he wants to devour him.

"I probably look really stupid," Jimin says, with an embarassed laugh.

"Fuck no," Taehyung says immediately. He puts his hands on Jimin's hips and tugs him in close.

"You look very sweet and fuckable in my old dress," Taehyung whispers. "Virginal even."

Oh. Oh fuck.

Jimin can feel himself slip and float. Taehyung smirks, and runs his hands up and down Jimin's sides, keeping him afloat with a few demanding kisses that have Jimin melting within seconds.

When he pulls away, Jimin whimpers in protest. Taehyung's lips are wet and pink.

Their gazes never leave each other as Taehyung slowly pulls the dress up and bunches it up over Jimin's panty-clad ass.

He's breathing faster, and he looks really aroused himself.

"I think," Taehyung says slowly. "I have changed my mind about giving these clothes away."

Jimin lets his palms rove all over Taehyung's upper arms, and neck, curling his fingers in Taehyung's soft dyed-brown hair.

"Yeah, why?" Jimin asks, his own voice wobbly.

"If you don't mind," Taehyung says. "I want to fuck you wearing my old dresses."

Jimin groans, aroused.

"That could be arranged because I don't mind at all," Jimin says shakily.

Taehyung grins at him, sharp and knowing, before fitting their mouths together again. Jimin feels himself float some more as Taehyung licks with urgent purpose into his mouth.

He tries on everything, and Taehyung just keeps looking more and more devastated in a good way, unable to keep his hands off of Jimin's waist, Jimin's thighs, Jimin's ass.

Jimin knows he's going to get bent over some surface in their apartment and fucked hard.

He can't wait.

Then suddenly, Taehyung pulls away from greedily groping Jimin's ass, from roughly pulling Jimin's asscheeks apart and stares at Jimin with wild, wrecked eyes.

Without a word, he reaches into the other box, and pulls out a very pretty slip of a pink satin dress which is very short, pretty stones and sequins all over.

"My prom dress."

Jimin's jaw drops agape, and he states at it, speechless.

Taehyung looks at the dress, and back to him. Jimin feels his whole face and neck and shoulders blush.

"I wore this to my senior prom with Namjoon," Taehyung says slowly. "He fucked me after in it."

"How, how much does it cost?" Jimin asks, taking it from Taehyung and holding it up with careful reverence.

Oh how badly had Jimin wanted to wear a dress for his own senior prom. He'd begged the admin and prom committee for it even.

Instead, he'd had to settle for a pretty suit that matched with his current boyfriend at the time.

Ugh, they'd told him not to show up wearing a dress to prom for his own safety. He tells Taehyung about that now, and Taehyung's lips press into a flat line.

"Like it isn't their job to make sure prom is a safe space for everyone," Taehyung says, unimpressed.

Jimin nods.

"I don't know how much the dress costs. I wanted to wear a suit too but my parents got it for me and forced me to wear it for prom. I didn't fight it then."

Jimin worries on his bottom lip with teeth.

"You want to see me in it?" Jimin asks softly.

Taehyung audibly groans. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes."

Jimin feels his pulse thrum in anticipation.

"We should save it for a scene," Jimin says, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "I-I want you to dom me while I wear it. Fuck me too."

Taehyung makes a sound in his throat, and pulls him in for an eager kiss.

Jimin is wearing an old pink skirt of Taehyung's, that flares out, and one of Taehyung's black crop tops.

"Your ass fills out my skirts and dresses so much more," Taehyung says, cupping and pulling Jimin's asscheeks to the side again.

Jimin moans, and fully plasters himself against Taehyung's warm body.

"Fuck me," Jimin begs him over with increasing desperation. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-"

"I got you, angel, hang on-"

Taehyung takes him on their dining table, folding Jimin up like a pretzel on it.

"Love fucking you," Taehyung grunts, pistoning his hips in, and Jimin sobs, happily overwhelmed from all the prostate stimulation. God, Taehyung just gives it to him so good these days, now that he's figured out where to jab Jimin's prostate repeatedly with his cock.

"You're so good at this," Jimin gasps out. "Best top I've ever had. Seriously."

In reward for that, Taehyung fucks him even more relentlessly, guiding his cock in and out faster.

Jimin arches off the table as he jerks himself off and cums all over Taehyung's old clothes.

Jimin keeps himself spread open, holding onto the backs of his knees, lube leaking out of his asshole. He pants as he comes down from his orgasmic high.

Taehyung stares at him, takes in the cum-streaked skirt and crop top, and licks his lips.

Jimin smiles, flirty and wicked.

"Go on," he purrs. "Use me. Fuck me. I'm your slut."

Taehyung swears both in Korean and English, and closes his eyes.

Then he pushes his cock in because honestly, they can keep going, keep fucking for awhile more.

"I'm gonna be your prom slut," Jimin says, breathy and sweet and nasty. "You're going to deflower me, take my ass-virginity, when I wear your prom dress. I'm just gonna have to lie there and take it from you, won't I? Let you corrupt me?"

Taehyung gusts out horny laughter.

"Oh shit," Taehyung says, roughly, looking at Jimin like he's a dream come true. "Think I'm in love with my prom slut."

Jimin's cock twitches, oversensitive but hard, insatiable as he is. Soft yet horny for his lovely, handsome boyfriend who fucks him the best.

Taehyung fucks him and fucks him and fucks him. Jimin takes it, greedy and willing. Then he waits patiently as they relocate to a bed and Taehyung sits on his face, and mashes his tcock against Jimin's eager, drooling, wanting mouth.

Yeah, this is how Jimin wants to go. Truly.

He thinks of Taehyung's disgusting parents and siblings, and smirks.

Why, they definitely won't be giving Taehyung's clothes away.

Why should they?

Jimin would be more than happy to wear them himself. They fit him so nicely after all and make him feel pretty.

~