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“What’s up, guys. Welcome to another episode of baking bread. Today we’re going to be baking bread in the bedroom, if you get what I mean.”

“Not this time, buddy.”

Jimin keeps his phone in hand, his camera pointed at where Taehyung lies on his bed as he drops to his knees to crawl across the carpet. Taehyung has a resolute stare on his face, but as Jimin approaches with the most absurd expression, popping up and pinching Taehyung’s cheeks, his resolve crumbles and a smile breaks.

“That was baking bread!”

After editing the short clip and posting it to his account, Jimin leaves his phone on the floor, rolling over Taehyung’s body to claim his rightful spot between the bed and the wall. Taehyung makes several noises of complaints, grunting and wincing when Jimin’s knee hits a little too close for comfort. Jimin rests his head on Taehyung’s pillow, even though there were three other pillows available on the bed.

“Checking out your latest post?” Jimin asks, grabbing a pocky from the box Taehyung has on his stomach.

“Nah. That one’s gone viral already, I’m just scrolling.”

“Trying to figure out how to beat me?”

“Bitch, please.” Taehyung dramatically rolls his eyes, liking one of Jeongguk’s posts from his feed. “I’ve already passed you in followers.”

“You have three thousand more. I’ll catch up by tonight.”

“Sure, babe.”

Jimin stretches his arms above his head, both of them shifting a little so Jimin can put his arm behind Taehyung’s head. He sticks a few pocky between his lips and asks, “Movie?”

“Sure. I think Yoongi’s coming over with food later.”

“Nice, I’m starving.”

Jimin goes through the motions of locating Taehyung’s laptop on his disaster of a bed and pulling up one of their go-to movies, a comedy they could both quote by heart but loved to watch all the time. Taehyung grabs a bag of popcorn from beneath his bed, opens it, and pours a handful into Jimin’s waiting palm.

Halfway through the movie, Taehyung hums. “There’s a new challenge going viral on TikTok right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jimin doesn’t look away from the screen. There were always new challenges popping up on the app. Taehyung had even started a viral challenge a few months ago. Jimin was still waiting for one of his excellent challenges to take off.

“Yeah, look.” Taehyung holds his phone in front of Jimin’s face, scrolling so that he could see. “It’s a ‘kiss your best friend’ challenge to see how they react.

“So the whole point is the surprise?”


“Then we can’t do it. Since we’ve already ruined the surprise.”

Taehyung’s lips pull into a grin. “See, that’s the thing. The videos getting the most views are the ones with the craziest, most over the top reactions. So I think we should go for wild shit.”

“Who are you gonna do it with?”

Taehyung frowns, looking at Jimin. “With you.”

Jimin chokes on his popcorn. “With me?” He asks, after his airways had cleared.

“Yeah, I mean.” Taehyung shrugs. “I just assumed, y’know. Since you’re my best friend, and it’s a best friend challenge. You don’t have to, of course. I can always ask Jeongguk… though I don’t know how Yoongi would feel about me kissing his boyfriend-”

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“Of course, man. What are best friends for?”

Taehyung pumps his fist into the air with a shout, leaning over to smack a grossly wet kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “You’re the best, I love you and you inspire me.”

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung shoves the snacks away and kicks his own laptop in his hurry to get out of the bed- he ends up falling with a loud thump that earns them an angry shout from the downstairs neighbor. “I need to start planning. Try to look surprised, yeah?”

Groaning, Jimin rights the laptop and pulls Taehyung’s blankets close. It’s not that he has a problem with kissing Taehyung. And it’s not like they’ve never kissed each other before- usually it happens when they’re drunk, or it’s been a long time between their separate hookups, but never something like this. Never for a TikTok or in front of their friends.

Taehyung just has a habit of doing the most when it comes to challenges on their TikTok accounts. In the previous summer, he’d jumped off the back deck at Jimin’s parent’s house in Busan for a challenge and fractured his wrist. But when it comes to something like kissing, at least Jimin doesn’t have to worry about Taehyung breaking any of his bones. The only thing he has to worry about is his massive crush. The gigantic, embarrassing crush he’s had on Taehyung ever since they met in their first year of university. The crush his parents ask him about every time he’s home from school. The crush that’s very easy to hide when he doesn’t have to kiss Taehyung.

There were a lot of viral challenges that Jimin never did. He’s really wishing he could have added this one to that list.

“So let me get this straight.”

“But you’re gay.”

“I am bisexual , you useless walnut.” Jeongguk chews on his cereal. “You’re really doing the best friend challenge with Taehyung? I’ve seen some of those videos, hyung. The kisses get pretty intense.”

Jimin knew that. He’d been up all night scrolling through the challenge tag to try and get a sense of what Taehyung was aiming for. The videos ranged from simple pecks between friends with neutral reactions, to reactions that were a bit more excited. Some of the videos ended with confessions and forming new relationships, and some ended with awkward stares or obviously scripted, over the top reactions. Jimin figured Taehyung wanted to go with something outrageous, as those seemed to get the most interactions.

“I mean. He is my best friend. The challenge was basically named for us.”

Jeongguk hums. “I guess. I was going to ask Seokjin hyung to do it with me but Yoongi seemed pretty against that. You must let me live vicariously through you.”

“Maybe Yoongi hyung would be cool with you kissing Taehyung.”

“Maybe.” Jeongguk winks. “But you wouldn’t be.”

“Keep your voice down,” Jimin hisses. They were the only two in the apartment, but Jimin could never be too careful. In their friend group, there weren’t many secrets, but the secrets they did have were carefully guarded. Most of them had pacts to go to the grave with each other over something as arbitrary as which PopTarts flavor was their favorite. “It’s just a couple of videos. It’s fine.”

“We’re talking about the guy who got millions of views for carrying a fish bowl up a mountain so his fish could watch the sunrise.” Jeongguk says. “Half of his videos go viral just because he’s sexy as fuck.”

Jimin eyes him flatly. “You have a boyfriend.”

“Okay, and? I’m not fucking blind.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna shower or I’ll fall asleep in class.”

“Have fun, don’t fall in.”

The front door opens before Jeongguk finishes talking, Taehyung setting his phone on the table propped against Jeongguk’s cereal box. He rounds the table, big hands warm where they cup Jimin’s cheeks, and leans down to kiss Jimin.

Jimin lets out a little squeak of surprise, his eyes falling shut instinctively as he tilts his head. Taehyung’s lips are soft and insistent against his, Jimin’s tongue brushing the seam of their lips just before Taehyung pulls away.

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Jimin could probably win a bet off guessing Jeongguk’s reaction, but he doesn’t look away from Taehyung. He thought they’d plan these better. He thought Taehyung would tell him the reactions that he wanted, but it seemed Taehyung was going to leave some things about this to surprise after all.

Jimin, groggy and tired and so helplessly in love, bursts into tears.

Taehyung’s expression shifts, and his hands flutter uselessly over Jimin’s shoulders and the top of his head. Barely a few seconds later, Taehyung gestures for Jeongguk to end the recording, and his face immediately snaps back to the sexy grin Jimin likes best.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung pats the top of Jimin’s head. “Crying like that? Gold. We’ll get so many views. You’re okay, right?”

“Of course.” Jimin lightly punches Taehyung’s stomach and stands. “Be sure to tag me in it.”

“You just want to leech of my success.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Jimin hears Jeongguk say, “Let me help you edit it.” as he walks down the hallway to the bathroom. He tries not to, dammit he really tries, but he stands in the shower with his fingertips pressed to his lips. He’s kissed Taehyung before, but they’re usually drunk when it happens. In that moment he’s glad for the prior inebriation, because Jimin has no idea how he’s supposed to survive this when just one kiss leaves him buzzing for hours.

If anyone had asked them two years ago if they thought they would build a huge following on TikTok, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jeongguk would have laughed. None of them were particularly interested in the app when it first launched. Jeongguk was the first one to download it, mostly to keep up with the inside jokes that ran rampant through his classes, and eventually Taehyung and Jimin downloaded it to see the videos that Jeongguk sent them. Taehyung was the first to start making videos, usually just trying to replicate Vines.

Jeongguk’s account started gaining hundreds of thousands of followers after he started to post his daily outfits, some videos of him at the gym looking set to murder someone while listening to bright, bubbly music, but his first videos to truly go viral were the ones he’d post when he and Yoongi accidentally matched their outfits. His followers thought it was adorable, and they were quickly labeled as couple goals.

Taehyung was the next one to start regularly posting videos. Usually of him doing those acting challenges, odd places he tries to bring his fish, or hairstyles through the decades. His most viewed one- after the one where he brought his fish on a hike because Pedro deserved to see the sunrise- was one where he made outfits to fit the last seven decades entirely from clothes he already had in his closet. He’d gained most of his followers from his odd content, making meme videos with Jeongguk, and from his painting videos.

Jimin didn’t start posting on his account until a few months later, but his account skyrocketed after his first few videos. He’d seen a bunch of different dance challenges, and with Taehyung and Jeongguk both breathing down his neck to start posting (they wanted to do collaboration videos) he decided dance TikToks were the best place for him to start. His account absolutely exploded in popularity, his number approaching Jeongguk and Taehyung.

They were each hovering around the twenty million mark. It was absolutely insane to Jimin that so many people would follow them, to the point where they had strangers on the street asking to make TikToks with them while they were just trying to get to class.

Since Yoongi was always hiding his face behind masks and hats in the TikTok videos Jeongguk made, Jeongguk eventually enlisted Seokjin when he needed more people and needed someone who wouldn’t mind possibly sometimes breaking the law for a video. Hoseok was always down when they needed a new face for a certain video, and they could even convince Namjoon sometimes to let them throw water balloons at him until his shirt became soaked.

Jimin wouldn’t tell anyone, but his own personal favorite video that he posts is one he thought of in the middle of the night. He was a little high and very hungry, watching TikTok videos of making cake in tiny mugs, and one of the videos loudly said, “Today we are going to bake bread” before showing a loaf of bread rising in the oven. The dough rise reminded Jimin of Taehyung’s cheeks, and a day later Jimin’s baking bread segment was born.

Taehyung couldn’t understand why Jimin would sometimes just film him smiling, or why it got so many views, but he never complained. Hoseok called Jimin whipped, but hey. What kind of bros would they be if they couldn’t sometimes just film each other’s cheeks?

Jimin gets a warning text and a request for a reaction, and meets Taehyung in the elevator so they can get to work filming their next video.

It takes two hours and a lot of kisses to get the timing right, but hey. What are bros for?

The first kissing challenge video that Taehyung posts goes viral overnight. He puts a little disclaimer in the description that Jimin’s tears weren’t real, but there are still hundreds of comments laced with concern. Jimin posts a picture he’d taken earlier in the day of the two of them sharing a milkshake to Twitter in order to help before any of the comments can turn hateful.

“You should post the elevator one.”

“I thought we were keeping the posts on your account.”

“Mh.” Taehyung takes a sip of Jimin’s milkshake. They’d gone to get lunch between classes, and now they sat on a bench outside the library. The weather was still warm, students walking around in t-shirts and shorts and enjoying the time on the grass before winter would come. “We could, but I think it would look better if you post some of them. Otherwise it doesn’t really look like we’re best friends doing a challenge, y’know? Just me kissing you at random times.”

“You’re right. Here, I’ll post it now.”

Taehyung rests his chin on Jimin’s shoulder, both of them watching through the video to look for anything awkward that they may want to edit out. Once they’ve deemed it acceptable, Jimin adds a caption and the hashtag being used for the challenge, and posts it.

“Nice.” Taehyung finishes off Jimin’s milkshake. “We should do another one this weekend.”

“How long are we going to do these?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Until they stop getting us so many new followers, probably. Hey, I’ve got to get to my lab. Are you staying on campus?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you when you’re done.”

“Thanks, babe. Love you.”

Jimin was done with classes for the day, but they’d often wait for each other on days like this, whether to pick up food on the way home or meet up with their other friends. He should be working on his assignments- he had a paper due in three days and he already knew he was going to be up late finishing it if he didn’t start now- but instead he pulls out his phone and watches their first video together.

It had been posted to Taehyung’s account, a dumb video of the two of them dancing in front of a campfire when they’d all gone camping during the summer. It wasn’t particularly memorable or popular, but they’d both tripped and fallen in the leaves together, laughing loudly until they couldn’t breathe. The dating questions came pretty soon after they started posting more videos together- even though Jeongguk and Taehyung had been posting together a lot longer and no one ever asked if the two of them were together- but they never acknowledged the dating questions. They weren’t together, and even if they were it wasn’t any of the fans’ business.

Jimin moves to close out the app so he can go to the library and pretend to work on his assignments, but he pauses at Taehyung’s profile. His most recent post was a video Jeongguk had taken on his phone where he snuck into Taehyung’s bedroom and woke him up in the middle of the night. Taehyung was shirtless with wild bedhead, something which all the comments pointed out.

He watches their first best friends challenge video again. He must have watched it a hundred times by now. The shaky hold of the camera as Taehyung enters the room. The odd looks Jimin and Jeongguk give Taehyung as he props up the phone. And finally the slow motion- courtesy of Jeongguk’s editing- of the moment Taehyung takes Jimin’s face in hand and kisses him. The text overlay and the overly dramatic song Taehyung had chosen helps add to the video, which cuts off after a few seconds of Taehyung’s floundering after Jimin bursts into tears.

By all means, it’s a pretty normal video. It matches the theme of the challenge, and it serves its purpose of getting lots of views and new followers. But Jimin can’t stop watching it.

He can’t stop watching the curve of Taehyung’s hands as they cup Jimin’s cheeks. Or the way Jimin leans into him instinctively, his eyes falling shut. He thinks he must look so obvious in the video, as desperately in love as he is off screen. If he didn’t know that Taehyung didn’t feel the same way, Jimin thinks he’d be in the comment section talking about what a cute couple they were.

Jimin takes a deep breath as he closes out the app and locks his phone. He can’t get so lost in just one kiss. Taehyung liked to milk popular challenges until they died three times over. If they were going to kiss on screen a dozen more times, Jimin couldn’t be getting so weak in the knees over just one.

He doesn’t get much work done before Taehyung’s class lets out and he has to cross campus to meet. Seokjin invited them over for dinner and weed brownies with a shitty movie. Taehyung talks about his class as they walk, fingers intertwined and arms swinging between them, and Jimin knows he shouldn’t, but he lets himself drown in the feeling of complete adoration he feels whenever Taehyung talks about something he loves.

“Nice videos,” Hoseok tells him on the subway. “I’m glad you and Taehyung finally got together.”

“We’re not together, hyung.”

“You’re… not? But you’ve kissed in four separate TikTok videos.”

Jimin reaches over to expand the description of the video Hoseok had been watching. “It’s a challenge. You kiss your best friend to see how they’ll react.”

“That’s so stupid. Why can’t you two just fall in love.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. If it were as simple as snapping his fingers, Hollywood would run out of story ideas. Well, they were already out of ideas, but that was a discussion for another day.

Instead, Jimin says, “We’ve kissed before.”

“You have?”

“You’ve always been too drunk to remember it.”

Hoseok frowns, liking Taehyung’s recent videos. “Curse my complete inability to handle my intoxication. Are you at least going to confess to him once this challenge is over?”

Jimin snorts. “And lose my best friend? No, thank you.”

“At least tell me you’re not going to keep kissing him for content.”

“As long as Tae wants to make these videos, I’m going to make them with him.”


“Speaking of gross, I saw you two in the hallway last week. How’s Namjoon’s tongue taste?”

“Shh.” Hoseok slaps his hand over Jimin’s mouth, yelping when Jimin licks his palm. “Shut up. We’re trying to see how long it takes everyone to notice.”

“You’re so lame.”

“You’re one to talk.”

They get to Yoongi and Hoseok’s apartment and Jimin drops it. He’ll have bragging rights once the relationship is made public, anyway. There’s food on the table, so Jimin sits on Taehyung’s lap and starts to dig in.

Taehyung barely notices, just wraps his arms around Jimin and continues his conversation with Yoongi. Jeongguk gets there soon after, dropping a kiss to the top of Yoongi’s head before piling some of the food onto his own plate.

Without looking away from Taehyung, Yoongi says, “Must have worked up an appetite filming that TikTok, huh?”

Jimin shares a confused look with Hoseok. Jeongguk swallows his mouthful of food and asks, “You saw it?”

“You made me make an account so I could like your posts.” Yoongi says.

“What happened?” Jimin whispers, his lips a hair from Taehyung’s ear.

Taehyung whispers back, “Jeongguk filmed a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge with Seokjin hyung.”

“Oh. Shit.”

“Your boyfriend’s cute,” Yoongi says, poking at his own plate of food.

“You never show your face in the videos, hyung.” Jeongguk says.

“You didn’t even ask. I could have been the one to do your makeup.”

“You don’t even know how to do makeup!”

Yoongi scoffs. “Whatever. I hope your followers like your new boyfriend.”

Jeongguk’s cheeks go red as he glares. “They know we’re together. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re absolutely right, Jeongguk! Why should I make a big deal out of my boyfriend calling someone else his boyfriend?” Yoongi laughs bitterly.

“You know it’s just for the camera.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi looks at Jeongguk. “And what else is only for the camera, huh?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and then narrow again. He’s shaking in the way Jimin has come to recognize precedes tears. “Screw you.”

“Hope your video is popular.”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer, standing up and grabbing his backpack from where he’d dropped it on the floor. The door slams behind him before any of them can react.

Not a minute passes before Yoongi stands up and disappears down the hallway into his bedroom.

“I’ll tell the others that movie night is cancelled,” Hoseok says after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“We should be with Jeongguk,” Jimin says, standing from Taehyung’s lap. “You know how drunk he gets when he’s alone and sad.”

Taehyung agrees. “We should stop at the store and pick up his favorite ice cream.”


“Keep me updated about him?” Hoseok asks, looking nervously towards the bedrooms. “I’ll try to talk to Yoongi.”

“We will,” Jimin promises.

They find Jeongguk sitting underneath the table with a newly opened bottle of wine just after he’d deleted the video that caused the fight.

When he finally cries- later that night after polishing off the wine and ice cream- Jimin and Taehyung are there to hold him close and find funny animal videos online to attempt to cheer him up.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up at dawn?”

“Because you would have killed me if I woke you up at four.”

“You wanted to wake me up at four? ” Seokjin looks absolutely appalled. “Are you mad? Why?”

“It’s the most romantic time of the day,” Taehyung answers. “Duh. Anyway, stand here.”

“Jimin’s already here. Why do you need me?”

“We need someone to film. I’ll buy you a donut when we’re done.”

“I’m dieting.”

“Then I’ll buy you a- a protein shake, or whatever it is people like when they hate fun.” Taehyung leads Seokjin to the correct spot. “Okay. Stand here. Give us a warning when you start filming.”

“You guys are still doing this?” Seokjin yawns. “I thought six videos was enough.”

“They’re still going viral,” Jimin says for Taehyung. Taehyung was putting on a scarf and fixing his jacket. “Gotta respect that TikTok grind, no cap.”

“You disgust me.”

Jimin was just as sleepy as Seokjin, but he was a lot more whipped for Taehyung so it hadn’t taken nearly as much convincing to get Jimin to a nearby park before the sun rose for the day.

Taehyung had decided a few days ago that they needed to practice their kissing to make sure their videos were believable, so they’d sat on the couch for almost four hours practicing how to kiss, which ways to tilt their heads, how much tongue to use. By the end of it, Jimin’s lips felt like they weren’t connected to his body anymore and Taehyung’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were sparkling. Jimin needed about four days to recover in order to film Taehyung’s next kissing idea.

“Ready, hyung?” Taehyung calls.

“Action, or whatever.”

The video starts with the two of them walking side by side on the main path of the park. Taehyung points at something to Jimin’s right, and when Jimin turns back to say there was nothing there, Taehyung kisses him.

It feels- and Jimin hates himself for thinking this- it feels like a scene in a classic movie, where the couple strolls the park together talking about the life they’ll live together. Taehyung wears a long jacket and a scarf despite the warmth, and had asked Jimin to wear something similar as they matched. It sets off hundreds of scenarios in Jimin’s head that mirror the fireworks exploding between their lips.

Jimin wants to get lost in the kiss. He wants to spend hours and days and weeks kissing Taehyung until he knows everything that Taehyung likes. He knows every inch of Taehyung’s body and yet he wants to know more. Wants to know how it feels beneath his palms, what it takes to make him gasp, or moan, or-

Taehyung bites Jimin’s lip to remind him that there’s more to the video. Jimin jerks back, pretending to look shocked. Taehyung makes sure to look smug yet hopeful, hands coming up to cover his mouth as Jimin drops to one knee and holds out a tiny box. But his smile falls, his unamused stare turning towards the camera as Jimin stands up and turns the box upside down to show that it was empty. Just because he can, he punts the box and runs out of frame.

All three of them watch the video back.

Taehyung hums. “I think we should do a few more takes.”

Jimin resolves himself not to think like a Victorian era man who’d just seen Taehyung’s ankles for the first time during filming. He tells himself to shut his brain off, to kiss Taehyung as if it were something he had the honor of being able to do every single day.

“Oh, man.” Seokjin laughs, after their fourth shoot where Taehyung tackled Jimin to the ground after he threw the box into the bushes. “Jeongguk is going to have a field day editing this.”

“Have you and Yoongi talked?”


“So you’re… broken up?”

“Not that I know of.”

“I see,” Jimin says. He does not see. “You should talk to Yoongi.”

“Nope.” Jeongguk slurps a mouthful of ramen. “He can’t break up with me if we don’t talk.”

“That is not a good plan.”

“You’re right. It’s a great plan.”

Sighing, Jimin turns back to his textbook. “I still think you guys should talk. You’ve told us about your crush on Seokjin hyung, but Yoongi doesn’t know about it.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a few minutes, stirring his noodles absentmindedly. “What if Yoongi thinks I’m gross?”

“He loves you, Jeongguk-ah.” Jimin covers Jeongguk’s hand with his own. “He’s not going to think you’re gross.”

“Can we stop talking about this?” Jeongguk puts his chopsticks down. “I’m still hungover from last night.”

“I told you not to drink all that whiskey.”

“Yeah, well. It reminded me of Yoongi hyung. Sue me.”

Jimin doesn’t push the subject, making Jeongguk a mug of tea when he complains about a headache. Taehyung had stopped by that morning to drag Jeongguk out of bed so he wouldn’t miss his classes, and though Jeongguk usually spent his afternoons with any number of his hyungs, he’d come right home after his classes ended.

Jimin submits a paper and cooks them some dinner, keeping an eye on the glass of wine Jeongguk pours himself as they eat. He scrolls through his TikTok account while Jeongguk chooses a movie. His last four posts have all been kissing challenges with Taehyung, each of them reaching over five million views. It’s been awhile since he posted something else, something more on brand. Without Taehyung around he can’t bake bread, but he can do something else.

“Are there any new dance challenges on TikTok?” Jimin asks, shoving a handful of popcorn in his face.

Jeongguk hums around his glass. “There’s this one that’s getting super popular. I was gonna suggest you do it.” He pulls out his own phone, tapping icons until he finds what he’s looking for. “It’s to that new popular English song.”

“WAP?” Jimin tilts his head, watching the dance a few times. It was easy enough, but incredibly provocative. “What does that even mean?”

Jeongguk shrugs. “Joonie hyung wouldn’t tell me and the internet was incredibly unhelpful, but the videos are going viral and getting more views than most other dance challenges.”

“Help me film it?”

Together they push the couch and the coffee table out of the way to give Jimin enough room to do the moves. Jeongguk lies on the floor to find the perfect spot to set up Jimin’s phone while Jimin watches the dance again.

“Fuck. This is going to hurt.”

“You were a gymnast for years,” Jeongguk says, adjusting some settings on the phone. “You can ride dick like a fidget spinner. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Jimin gives him a flat stare. “Why are you like this.”

“Full disclosure: I am a little drunk.”

Jimin hadn’t kept an eye on the wine bottle, and now that he looks he sees Jeongguk must have been sneaking glasses while they set up. He sighs. As long as Jeongguk didn’t try to drunk dial someone they should be fine for the night.

It takes a few tries before Jimin is satisfied with the video. On the first try, he overestimates and knees himself in the face on the first kick. It took them a whole ten minutes before they could film again after that, both of them laughing so hard their stomachs ached and tears sprung into their eyes. The next two takes were better, but Jimin seemed hesitant in them. So he asked for one more, and did his best to throw away his inhibitions and move to the music.

“That one’s the best.” Jeongguk says, his words a little slurred. “Taehyung’s going to love this.”

“Shut up. He probably won’t even watch it.”

Jimin sits on the floor to watch the video again, Jeongguk’s head in his lap as he dozes. He doesn’t have to do much editing, just adds a little description and adds a shoutout to Jeongguk for suggesting the challenge. A part of him wishes he could be there when Taehyung saw the video, so he could see Taehyung’s reaction. Maybe it’s a little selfish, but Jimin wants to know if he has the same effect on Taehyung that Taehyung has on him.

His comment section explodes almost immediately after he posts the video, comments in English and Korean as the views increase. Most of them are kind but he does have to block a few people who question why a boy was doing a dance that had mostly been covered by girls up until that point. There are a bunch of comments from new followers who had no idea how flexible Jimin was. Taehyung’s verified comment comes just before Jimin plans to close the app, a bunch of fire and dance emojis. It was simple. Nothing to stress over. And yet Jimin felt his body burn bright just by knowing that Taehyung had seen it.

“Come on,” Jimin says, as Jeongguk starts to drool on his leg. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mn. Cuddle me.”

“Fine, whatever. Just stop drooling on me.”

Jeongguk splays out on Jimin’s bed and doesn’t move no matter how much Jimin tries to push him, so Jimin just lies half on top of him and tries to sleep knowing Taehyung saw the video of Jimin shaking his ass.

“Hey, guys. Today we’re going to be baking some bread in the living room.” Jimin plops on the couch next to Taehyung, holding his phone close to Taehyung’s face and being sure to get his nose mole in the shot. “Hey, Tae. Where did the squirrel go when he lost his tail? The retail store.”

“That’s not even funny.” Taehyung’s cheeks pull up in a smile despite his words, and Jimin cheers for another successful loaf of bread. “You’re not funny.”

“My mom thinks I’m funny.”

“That’s her job, babe.”

“You wound me.”

“Hey, Jimin.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung leans over and kisses him. Jimin pulls away after the initial set of fireworks explodes throughout his nervous system and looks around for the camera. “You’re not filming a TikTok?”

“I’m not,” Taehyung agrees, throwing his legs over Jimin’s and kissing him again. “I just like kissing you.”

Jimin’s heart lurches into his throat at the words. He knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, knows that Taehyung doesn’t mean the words in the way Jimin wants him to. But maybe he can have this. Maybe he can have these kisses with Taehyung and the pet names and strangers on the internet asking if they’re dating. As long as he gets Taehyung’s mouth, warm and wet against his, and Taehyung’s hands stroking up and down on his neck.

Taehyung takes control of the kiss and Jimin is more than content to just get swept along in the waves, to tilt his head where Taehyung moves it, to part his lips for Taehyung’s tongue. Jimin thinks this might be the longest kiss they’ve shared- unless there was one when they were drunk, but he likes this better because he’ll be able to remember every second of it. The weight of Taehyung’s legs over his own, the warmth of Taehyung’s palm where it moves from cupping Jimin’s neck to lying on his chest where his heartbeat is erratic. Jimin thinks they might just stay like this until one of them gets hungry or a hyung calls them for dinner, but Taehyung shifts his weight and his lips disappear for only a second before he straddles Jimin’s lap and kisses him again.

Jimin recovers quickly enough, his hands on Taehyung’s hips as Taehyung deepens their kiss. He wants so badly to move his hands down, to feel the swell of Taehyung’s ass beneath his palms, but that’s not what best friends do. Best friends keep their hands still and their backs rigid and let Taehyung kiss however he wants.

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses in a sigh. His fingers dance over the buttons of Jimin’s shirt. “You looked. So hot doing that dance challenge.”

“You saw it?” Jimin asks, feeling something warm in his chest. He already knows the answer, but he needs that confirmation; he needs to hear the words from Taehyung.

“Of course I did. I didn’t know you could twerk like that.”

“It’s not something I do often.”

“Yeah, well.” Taehyung kisses the tip of his nose and drags his lips to the shell of Jimin’s ear. “You should do it more often.”

Jimin shivers. “Yeah?”


Taehyung’s gaze is fierce as he kisses Jimin again, wet and messy with spit on Jimin’s chin and it’s almost too much. It’s almost too much with Taehyung in his lap, that when Taehyung unbuttons the top few buttons of Jimin’s shirt to press his palms to Jimin’s chest, Jimin breaks the kiss and takes Taehyung’s wrists.

“Tae,” Jimin breathes. Taehyung’s cheeks are flushed and his lips are slick with spit, and Jimin thinks he must not look much different. “Slow down.”

“Why?” Taehyung asks, unbuttoning another button.

“If you keep going, I’m going to… to want to-”

“To fuck me?”

Jimin’s hips kick. “I-”

“We can. If you’re cool with it.” Taehyung’s hands are soft on Jimin’s cheeks, his gaze steady and imploring as he waits for an answer. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. You know it’s been ages for me and I haven’t heard you mention a hookup for a while.”

“A moment of opportunity,” Jimin says carefully.

“An act of convenience.”

“Two bros.”

“Chilling in a hot tub.”

This time, Jimin is the one to cup his hand to the back of Taehyung’s neck to pull him into a kiss. He can do this. He’s done no strings attached before with a lab partner and it ended amicably when she got into a relationship with her friend. He’s done hookups. Hell, he’s described his hookups in great detail to Taehyung- and vice versa- so they could rate them together. Taehyung starts grinding down on his lap and Jimin can do this.

Taehyung moves Jimin’s hands to his thighs, urging Jimin to touch as Taehyung touches him. They move together, hips rocking and hands growing bolder. Jimin slips his hands beneath Taehyung’s shirt as Taehyung latches his teeth to a spot on Jimin’s neck, working over the skin and leaving a bruise that Jimin would struggle to hide. Once satisfied with his work, Taehyung unbuttons the last few buttons on Jimin’s shirt, flinging it onto the floor and exploring the exposed skin with his lips and tongue.

Jimin moans, his head falling back against the couch as he watches with baited breath. He’s dreamt of this. He’d never tell anyone, but he’d occasionally thought of what it might be like to feel Taehyung on top of him, to watch as Taehyung kissed down his chest, slipped off his lap and hurriedly undid the button to his jeans.

He’s half hard as Taehyung takes him into his mouth, a groan slipping from his lips as Taehyung swallows him down. Taehyung had barely gotten Jimin’s underwear out of the way, eager in his movements as he stroked the base of Jimin’s cock and licked at the tip.

The image is dizzying. Taehyung with his eyes closed, the spit as he sucks Jimin off. Jimin hardens in his mouth and for a terrifying moment he thinks he’ll come like this, just from Taehyung’s teasing mouth.

Taehyung pulls off, his cheeks flushed and his lips slick. “You’ve got lube, right? Condoms?”

“Top drawer of my dresser.”

Jimin tries to catch his breath as Taehyung disappears into his bedroom, but Taehyung comes back fully naked and Jimin falls in love all over again. Falls in love with Taehyung’s confidence, the sly smirk on his lips when he catches Jimin staring. Maybe he falls in love again with Taehyung’s ass and the curve of his dick, but absolutely no one needs to know that.

“Nice vibrator.”

Groaning, Jimin hides his face in his hands. “Shut up.”

“I mean it, babe. It’s sexy as fuck. I want one.”

“I’ll get you one for your birthday.”

“Isn’t that too expensive?” Taehyung’s weight settles on Jimin’s lap again, his arms wrapping around Jimin’s neck as Jimin lowers his hands.

“No.” Yes, it was. And Jimin’s wallet was going to hate him for this in a few months. “Of course not.”

“Fuck. You’re the best.”

Taehyung kisses him again and Jimin tries to ignore the fact that Taehyung is naked on his lap, but it’s impossible with Taehyung’s hardness pressed against his own. Jimin breaks the kiss, taking a moment just to stare at Taehyung, at his favorite sight in the world. If there were ever a chance to add another wonder to the world, Jimin would lobby hard to make Taehyung’s smile the eighth wonder.

“How do you want to do this?” Jimin asks.

Humming, Taehyung tilts his head to kiss Jimin’s palm. “I want you.”

Jimin’s hips kick, and he swallows dryly. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Okay, do you want me to…?”

“Yeah. You gotta do some work here, loser.”

“Rude. Gimme the lube.”

Taehyung doesn’t, but he pours a generous amount onto Jimin’s fingers and palm. It drips down and stains Jimin’s pants, but Taehyung only laughs and Jimin can’t ever stay mad at him for anything. It takes all of Jimin’s strength not to fall apart as Taehyung rises on his knees, guiding one of Jimin’s hands to his ass to spread his cheeks. Jimin lets out a shaky breath as he presses the first finger in, Taehyung shifting his hips to adjust. He whispers encouragement against Jimin’s lips, kissing him gently as Jimin adds a second and then a third finger.

Taehyung opens up so well for him, responsive and beautiful and vocal with whimpers and moans pressed to Jimin’s lips. He shakes in Jimin’s arms as Jimin finds his prostate, pressing his fingers there again and again to hear the delicious sounds that tumble from Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung scratches at the fine hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck, mumbling, “I’m ready, Jimin. Babe, I’m good.”

Before Jimin even pulls his fingers out Taehyung is ripping open the condom. Jimin curses as Taehyung slicks up his cock, spending extra time teasing the tip before finally rolling the condom on. He waits for only a second, looking at Jimin with something unreadable in his eye, then he steadies Jimin’s cock and sinks onto it slowly.

Jimin can’t help his desperate moan as Taehyung bottoms out, his nails digging into Jimin’s shoulders as they both adjust. Jimin’s hands find purchase on Taehyung’s hips, holding on tight as Taehyung shifts, moves his hips slightly and gets used to Jimin inside of him. It’s enough to send Jimin spiraling, the tight warm feeling of Taehyung clenched around him. Taehyung brushes his nose against Jimin’s and kisses him.

He waits for Taehyung, doesn’t want to hurt or push Taehyung, so he waits until Taehyung starts to move, lifting himself up and slamming his hips back down. Curses slip from Jimin’s lips as Taehyung builds a brutal pace, his hips rocking up to meet everyone of Taehyung’s movements.

“Yeah,” Taehyung hums, arching his back a little. “Just like that, fuck. Babe, you cock’s so fucking good .”

“Tae.” Jimin groans, waiting only a split second before he decides, fuck it. He’s already got Taehyung naked and writhing on his lap. He can move his hands and touch over Taehyung’s body, so he does just that. He touches Taehyung’s thighs, spreads them a little more to the tune of a breathy whine, touches his hips and his stomach, trails his lips down Taehyung’s neck to give him a matching mark. “Fuck, you feel so. Fuck .”

“Shit.” Taehyung’s knee slips and he has to take a minute to right himself- and he takes that moment to clench around Jimin and make him groan. “Now I know why your hookups were always so- fucking loud.”

Jimin laughs, planting his feet on the floor and thrusting up hard. Taehyung yelps, his forehead falling against Jimin’s shoulder as they move against each other. Taehyung cries out as Jimin shifts his hips, finding Taehyung’s prostate and hitting it with every thrust.

His moans get louder and louder and it drives Jimin absolutely wild, thinking he might remember these noises anytime he tries to get off after this. Taehyung clings to him, shakes in his arms, falls apart beneath his thrusts and Jimin can’t help but wonder what he would sound like- what he would look like- splayed out on Jimin’s sheets, shaking as Jimin took his time to build Taehyung up and break him down over and over again, if he might cry, if he might-

“Ah, I’m close.” Taehyung twists his hips, back arching in Jimin’s hold. “Let me just…”

He reaches for his cock, pauses, and then takes Jimin’s hand and guides it to his length. Jimin strokes him off in time with his thrusts, his long hair flopping into his eyes and slicked to his forehead with sweat and he needs a haircut but he just looks so beautiful, skin flushed and eyes fluttering with pleasure. Jimin could die right now, because he’s got an angel in his arms.

“Harder,” Taehyung pants. The kiss he presses to Jimin’s mouth is little more than a clash of teeth, both of them breathing unsteadily against the other. “Fuck, ah, shit. Just like that.”

When Taehyung comes, it’s with a moan of Jimin’s name and a full bodied shudder, spilling white between their bodies and over Jimin’s hand. He slumps a little, shivering as Jimin continues fucking into him, whispering to keep going, it’s fine, he wants to feel Jimin come.

It doesn’t take Jimin long to follow, he’d been on edge since Taehyung first climbed into his lap and he comes deep inside Taehyung with Taehyung’s lips on his earlobe and his hand pressed to Jimin’s chest.

Taehyung knocks them both over to lie down on the couch.

“Fuck.” Taehyung kisses him, soft and slow. “Shit, that was good.”

“We’re going to get come on the couch.”

“I’m sure Yoongi and Jeongguk have already done that. Let me kiss you.” Jimin was helpless, tilting his head as Taehyung takes his time kissing him. Eventually, he hums. “I feel sticky. I’m taking first shower.”

“Go for it.”

Jimin cleans up while Taehyung is in the shower and tries not to think too hard. He tries to banish the memories of Taehyung riding him, but they’re the only thing to play through his mind as he tosses the condom and makes sure there’s no evidence left on the couch. Once Taehyung finishes up, Jimin takes his own shower and once again fails at pushing the thoughts from his mind.

Taehyung is lying back on Jimin’s bed, wearing a pair of Jimin’s oversized sweatpants and a long sleeve. He wears Jimin’s clothes all the time, and yet, seeing him now, knowing what they did, the image hits a little harder. Jimin dresses without a word.

“Seokjin hyung invited us for dinner,” Taehyung says. “A barbeque place with Namjoon and Hobi.”

“What about Yoongi and Jeongguk?”

“No word on them.”

Jimin sighs. “Well, I’m starving. So.”

“I could also use some food after that fabulous dicking,” Taehyung agrees, rolling out of bed with a huff.

“You’re so weird. Get out of my house.”

Taehyung pats Jimin’s cheek as they tie their shoes. “You love me anyway, babe.”

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs, his love for Taehyung is like a walk on the beach. Soft warm sand and long walks during the sunset. “I do.”

“Is Taehyung here?”

“He said he’s filming a TikTok with his fish and we shouldn’t wait up for him.”

“Yeah, that checks out.” Jimin drops his gym bag by the front door, taking care to untie his shoes before making his way to join Yoongi on the floor in the living room. Yoongi often preferred the floor when his thoughts were too loud. “I’m surprised he didn’t ask you to be in it.”

“He tried,” Yoongi says. He’s got a book open on his lap, but he doesn’t show any signs of reading it. “I still don’t get it. It’s like Vine but worse.”

“Okay, boomer.”

“It’s been years and people are still quoting Vines. How many people are quoting TikToks?”


“That’s an outlier.”

Laughing, Jimin stands and makes his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some food out of Yoongi’s fridge. He returns with food for Yoongi as well, handing over a pair of chopsticks as he asks, “Have you talked to Jeongguk?”

“He won’t answer my calls.”


“Look, I know. Okay? I know I fucked up.” Yoongi stares at his food, his back hunched as he avoids looking at Jimin. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at him, but I just. The way he looks at Seokjin hyung sometimes. I just wish he’d break up with me and get it over with.”

“Oh, hyung, no.” Jimin squeezes Yoongi’s knee. Jeongguk’s crush on Seokjin was obvious to the rest of them, but that was because he’d talked about it with them (after more than a little pushing by one of them because they wouldn’t be happy if he ended up cheating) and it wasn’t that Jeongguk liked Seokjin more than Yoongi, but that he loved both of them in the same way. “You need to talk to him.”

Yoongi shrugs. “He didn’t come to movie night last week. I should probably just send him a breakup text.”

“First of all, you will do no such thing. Breakup texts are shitty as fuck.” Jimin remembers Taehyung’s boyfriend in their first year of university, remembers how hard Taehyung cried after the guy broke up with him over text. Remembers finding the guy on campus and threatening to break his kneecaps if he came anywhere near Taehyung again. “Jeongguk loves you with everything he has, hyung. You two just need to talk.”

“And what about you?” Yoongi asks.

“What about me?”

“You’re so in love with Taehyung it’s painful to watch. But instead of talking to him, you kiss him for TikTok videos and pretend that’s enough.”

Jimin scoffs. “It is enough.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want more with him.”

Jimin doesn’t look him in the eye. “He doesn’t like me that way. I’d rather have him like this than lose my best friend.”

“Oh, you sweet autumn child.”

“Can we talk about something else?”


The door opens to Taehyung and Hoseok walking through with linked arms, Namjoon trailing behind with a fond look on his face. No one asks whether Seokjin or Jeongguk will be there as the night goes on. Instead of sitting against Jimin, Taehyung stays close to Yoongi. He’s always been adept at reading people and knowing when someone needs that silent comfort, and though Jimin misses Taehyung playing with his hair or holding his knee, Jimin can’t fault him for focusing on Yoongi. If anything, it just makes the love Jimin feels burn brighter.

“Stay the night?” Taehyung asks him, as Namjoon and Hoseok are packing up the leftovers.

“Sure,” Jimin answers.

“Good. I want to double cuddle Yoongi tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t sleep for a long time, staring at Taehyung over Yoongi’s head, his touch featherlight against Taehyung’s cheek and nose.

“What are you doing?”

“Dyeing my hair.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

Taehyung shrugs, pouring some of the hair dye on his hair. “For TikTok.”

“What about your fish?”

“Pedro’s in the tub.” Jimin looks over, relieved to see the fishbowl in the tub instead of the tub filled with water while Pedro swam around. “Help me get the back of my head?”

Jimin sighs, grabbing the plastic gloves Taehyung hadn’t bothered to use. Taehyung’s phone was propped against the mirror to get a good shot of Taehyung while he dyed his hair. The recording shows Jimin that he’d been filming the entire process.

Taehyung’s hair was mostly saturated, so Jimin focuses on sectioning out the hair at the back of his head, soaking that, and then making sure the rest of his hair was properly coated. “What color are you doing?”


“Isn’t your hair too dark for that?”

“I bleached it before you got here.”

Jimin gives him a hard stare through the mirror. “Dude. That’s so bad for your hair.”

“Relax, babe.” Taehyung grins, batting his lashes at Jimin. “It’ll be fine. Hey, Siri. Set a timer for fifteen minutes. You know, you can be rougher with me.”


“If we fuck again,” Taehyung shrugs. Jimin’s head spins from the sudden change in conversation. “You can be rougher. Choke me a little, spank me. Shit like that, if you’re into it.”

“I didn’t think we… were going to do it again.”

Taehyung looks at him carefully. “Like I said, if we do it again.”


“Okay.” Taehyung presses a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Jimin leaves to grab a couple of spiked seltzers from the fridge and some cookies while they wait for Taehyung’s hair. When the timer goes off, Taehyung rips his shirt off and hands Jimin the fishbowl.

“Can you feed Pedro while I shower?”

Jimin tears his eyes away from Taehyung’s chest. “Sure.”

“Thanks babe, love you.”

Jimin puts the fishbowl on the coffee table and grabs the food from Taehyung’s bedroom, sitting on the floor as he feeds the fish.

“Don’t give me that look,” Jimin mumbles, locked in a staring contest with Pedro. “I can quit him anytime I want. What do you know? You’re a fish. Don’t judge me. Oh, my God. I’m talking to a fish.”

The hairdryer starts up, and Jimin turns Pedro’s fishbowl around in an attempt to escape his judging gaze. Taehyung leaves the bathroom wearing only a towel, water droplets running down his chest and making Jimin’s mouth water. There’s a frown on his face, though, as he shakes a hand through his hair.

“What do you think? I think I messed up.”

Taehyung’s hair is a soft, pastel pink, fluffy from the hairdryer and Taehyung’s hands messing around with it. It’s gorgeous, soft and pretty, the strands brushing against his cheeks as Taehyung plays with it. He looks amazing and perfect and wonderful and beautiful and Jimin wishes he could say all of that.

“Taehyung, it’s beautiful.”

“You’re not just saying that, are you?” Taehyung pouts, and the expression with the pretty pink hair falling into his eyes is enough to make Jimin want to weep. “I think I should get another box.”

“It looks perfect,” Jimin earnestly says. “Babe, you look…”

Taehyung smiles gently, dropping his gaze to the floor for a moment. When he lifts his head, there’s something burning in Taehyung’s eyes that Jimin can’t quite recognize. He crosses the room, offering a hand to Jimin where he still sits on the floor. Jimin’s throat is dry and his head is spinning from the hair and Taehyung still doesn’t have a shirt on and Jimin’s pretty sure Pedro is hard judging him at the moment.

But Jimin would follow Taehyung to the ends of the earth, so he takes Taehyung’s hand and lets Taehyung lead him to his bedroom. Taehyung kisses him as the door shuts, his hands warm on Jimin’s neck and mouth insistent.

This time, Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He’s had their first time playing on look in the back of his mind since the moment it happened, and Jimin intends to cherish this just as much. He thinks about what Taehyung said earlier in the bathroom, moving his hands to Taehyung’s waist to push him onto the bed. Taehyung bites his lip and watches intently as Jimin strips out of his jeans and sweater. 

Taehyung pulls him into a kiss as Jimin settles between his thighs on the bed. He’s beginning to wonder if Taehyung loves kissing as much as he does, as Taehyung barely lets Jimin break the kiss to grab the lube and a condom, and only moves his lips from Jimin’s to kiss down his neck, biting the skin as Jimin presses the first finger inside.

Soft moans pass between them as Jimin fingers Taehyung open, pressing his fingers against Taehyung’s prostate to hear the delicious noises he lets out. Jimin kisses his way down Taehyung’s chest, nosing at his thigh as he pushes in a third finger, scissoring them and stretching Taehyung’s walls. Taehyung’s hands find purchase in Jimin’s hair, tugging and pulling as Jimin fingers him and works his teeth over a sensitive spot on Taehyung’s thighs.

He waits until Taehyung is shaking beneath him, skin slick beneath his touch, waits until Taehyung’s moans rise in pitch before Jimin pulls his hands away, kissing the whine that tumbles from Taehyung’s lips.

Jimin’s hands shake a little as he rolls the condom over his length, and Taehyung seems to catch it. He touches Jimin’s cheeks, pulling their foreheads together.

“Hey, relax. It’s me.”

“Yeah,” Jimin breathes. “Yeah, it’s you.”

Taehyung strokes his fingers down the back of Jimin’s neck. “I love you.”

Jimin squeezes Taehyung’s thigh, encouraging him to spread his legs more. “I love you, too.”

It might not be as rough as Taehyung was implying earlier, but Jimin still fucks into him harshly, still builds a pace that has Taehyung throwing his head back with loud moans, clutching onto Jimin as he meets Jimin’s movements. Jimin clutches at Taehyung’s thighs hard enough to bruise, losing himself in the desperate touch of Taehyung’s mouth to his.

Taehyung grasps for Jimin’s hand, dragging it up his body and placing it on his throat.

Jimin hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“It’s you,” Taehyung says. His hands find purchase in Jimin’s hair again. “Of course I’m sure.”

Jimin comes hard with his hand wrapped around Taehyung’s throat, Taehyung writhing through his own orgasm with a near silent cry of Jimin’s name. Jimin thinks this moment will stay seared in his mind forever.

After a hasty cleanup- after Taehyung octopus held Jimin hostage for some cuddles- Taehyung edits his most recent video while Jimin takes a shower. He looks breathtaking as Jimin comes back, his pink hair splayed on the pillow around his head, his body long and lithe and Jimin desperately wishes he could spend an entire day in bed with Taehyung, mapping the constellations on his skin and making stars out of the bruises he’ll leave in his wake.

Shaking his head, Jimin rifles through Taehyung’s drawers for something to wear. Taehyung ruffles his hair as he passes to take his own shower.

Jimin’s phone rings.

“You’re leaving?” Taehyung stands in the doorway, not even bothering with a towel this time.

“It’s Jeongguk,” Jimin sighs. “He just called me. He’s super drunk so I’m going to pick him up.”

Taehyung finds a pair of his own sweatpants and one of Jeongguk’s long-sleeve shirts in Jimin’s dresser, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulls the shirt over his head. “Can I stay the night? I don’t want him to be alone tonight if he’s drunk and sad.”

“Of course, Tae.”

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” Taehyung asks, as Jimin reaches the doorway.

“I’m coming back.”


Jimin leans over Taehyung and kisses him gently, all the while a fire burns in his gut. Taehyung waves and promises to tag him in the TikTok while he’s gone.

Namjoon is supporting an obviously wasted Jeongguk when Jimin pulls up outside the bar, the two of them helping Jeongguk into the backseat. He’s quiet as Jimin drives, staring sadly out the window instead of singing along to the playlist of his favorite girl group songs that Jimin puts on. Namjoon makes Jimin promise to text him when he’s gotten Jeongguk to bed.

With Taehyung’s help, the two of them get Jeongguk into a pair of sweatpants and into bed. They settle under the covers on either side of Jeongguk, who curls into their warmth.

“I think I’ve got an idea for how to fix this,” Taehyung mumbles. Jeongguk has his head on Taehyung’s chest, letting out a whine anytime Taehyung stops playing with his hair.

“Last time you had an idea, I lost an eyebrow.”

“Jeongguk drew you a new one.” Taehyung smiles sheepishly. “Listen. I think this could work.”

Taehyung outlines his idea, the two of them staying up long into the night to figure out how to make it work.

Jimin knocks loudly on Yoongi’s door.

“This better not be about a stupid TikTok-”

“It’s Jeongguk.” Yoongi immediately looks more awake, concern flitting across his features. “Come on.”

Yoongi grabs his coat and follows Jimin without preamble. In the elevator, he asks, “What’s wrong? Is he hurt? Sick? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“No, no need for an ambulance.”

“Why are we going up?” Yoongi presses the button for the lobby while the elevator rises to the top floor. “We need to get to Jeongguk.”

“He’s on the roof.”

Most of them lived in apartment buildings with no access to the roof, but Yoongi’s building had a pretty nice roof where residents could even grow plants if they wanted to. Taehyung was in charge of getting Seokjin and Jeongguk to the roof, and if everything went according to plan, Yoongi and Jimin would get there after everyone had already arrived.

“Why is he on the roof?” Yoongi asks.

“He. Um.” Jimin hadn’t really thought this through. He knew Yoongi would follow him at the first mention of Jeongguk’s name, but he didn’t really prepare his lie thoroughly enough.

“Jimin. What’s going on?”

The elevator reaches the top floor, and Yoongi sprints up the small set of stairs that leads to the roof access. He pushes the door open, and freezes.

Jimin follows, sees Jeongguk, Taehyung, and Seokjin in the middle of what looks like filming. His part of the plan was to tell Jeongguk and Seokjin that he needed help filming another ‘kiss your best friend’ challenge video. They were expecting Jimin. They weren’t expecting Yoongi.

“Oh, great.” Yoongi laughs, looking back at Jimin a little desperately. “I’m about to get dumped, aren’t I?”

Jimin shoves him a little to get him moving. “Would you just walk?”

“Yoomfi?” Jeongguk whispers, trying to hide behind Taehyung as they approach.

“Hey, bun.” Yoongi smiles tiredly. “Just make this quick.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you going to break up with me?”

“What? No. I don’t want to break up with you.”

“I don’t want you to break up with me.”

“Great!” Jeongguk wrestles a little with Taehyung, who’s trying to stop Jeongguk from hiding underneath his hoodie. “Glad that’s settled.”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Taehyung gets Jeongguk into a headlock. “Talk to him.”



“Jeongguk. If you want to end things between us to be with someone else, I understand.”

Jeongguk shoves his hands in the pocket of his jacket. “I don’t want to end things with you.”

“But Seokjin-”

“Yoongi.” Jeongguk squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath. “I love you with my entire heart. It’s not that I don’t love you, or that I don’t want to be with you. It’s just that I- I like Seokjin hyung, too.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer for a few minutes, his lips parted in surprise. “You…?”

“I love you,” Jeongguk says resolutely. “And I love him.”

Yoongi looks to Seokjin, who’d been standing off to the side. “Well?”

“I’ve loved you as long as I can remember,” Seokjin says quietly. “Since you first came over for dinner when we were in college and tried to get me to believe you weren’t just there for a free meal. Loving Jeongguk came a little later.”

“I know this is a lot, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me because of this,” Jeongguk says quickly. “But I just- hyung? Yoomfi hyung, are you- oh no, why are you crying?”

“I was so sure you didn’t want to be with me anymore,” Yoongi chokes out, furiously wiping at his eyes with his sleeves. Jeongguk closes the distance between them, hands fluttering about before he wipes Yoongi’s tears with his thumbs. “I’m just so happy you still love me.”

“Of course I still love you, silly hyung.” Jeongguk presses a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “What about… um. What about Seokjin hyung?”

Yoongi sniffles. “I can’t imagine my life without him. Or you. I could easily fall in love with hyung.”

“You mean that?” Seokjin asks, stepping close and waiting until Jeongguk grabs his arm and yanks him into their huddle. “Fuck.”

“It’s enough to make a grown man cry,” Taehyung coos. “I can’t wait to put you in matching sweaters for the Christmas card.”

Jeongguk flips him off, holding Yoongi close to him while Seokjin holds them. Jimin has to admit it’s a touching sight, and he’s glad they’ve figured everything out so Jeongguk can stop ignoring Yoongi’s calls and trying to find the answers to his life problems at the bottom of wine bottles.

The door slams open, startling everyone. Namjoon and Hoseok rush onto the roof, Hoseok holding half a dozen balloons in one hand and saying, “Sorry, I know we’re late. Did we miss it? How’d it go?”

“Balloons, Taehyung? Really?” Jimin rolls his eyes at the finger guns Taehyung sends him. “What were you going to do with those if things went wrong?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Fuck if I know. Inhale all the helium? Try and make Jeongguk laugh with my helium Kermit impression?”

“Those are pretty good,” Jeongguk agrees.

“But it doesn’t matter now.” Taehyung claps his hands together. “Our little one is happy and has two boyfriends, which is very unfair. How’d Jeongguk get two boyfriends before I even get one?”

Everyone stares at Jimin.

Jimin sighs, wishing he could run back down the stairs and away from this moment, but Hoseok and Namjoon were blocking the door and he’s pretty sure Jeongguk would follow him and literally carry him back to the roof, so. Jimin runs a hand through his hair, the wind picking up and blowing Taehyung’s hair into his face.


Taehyung blows his hair out of his face, struggling with the pink strands. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think I can do the ‘kiss your best friend’ challenge with you anymore.”

“Oh.” Taehyung visibly deflates, dropping his gaze to the ground. “I get it. It’s not really a popular challenge anymore, so it makes sense-”

“Wait, no.” Jimin pauses. “What I mean is. I can’t do the best friend challenge with you anymore because… because I don’t want to be your best friend.”

Taehyung tilts his head. “Are you friend dumping me?”

“No, fuck.” Jimin grasps at his hair and ignores the amused expressions on his friend’s faces. “I always want to be your best friend, but Tae. I want to kiss you for more than just a couple TikTok videos. Taehyung, I-I love you. I love you so much and I want to be more than just your friend. But I understand if you don’t feel the same way, and- y’know what I’m going to stop talking now.”

“You love me?” Taehyung asks, his eyes wide.

“With everything I am.”

“Oh my God.” Taehyung covers his face.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God?

“Forget I ever said anything.”

“You mean I could have been sucking your dick this entire time?

“I-” Jimin’s brain short circuits as Taehyung lowers his hands with a grin. “I don’t understand.”

“Jimin. My Jiminie. Light of my life and half of my soul. I have loved you for years.”

“Holy shit.” Jimin doesn’t even want to know what his face looks like at this moment. “That’s not… No way. I’ve been in love with you since we met.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You were dating someone.”

“My last relationship ended five years ago,” Taehyung laughs in disbelief. “You’re ridiculous. Think of all the missed kisses we have to make up for!”

“Well,” Jimin grins. “No time like the present.”

Taehyung runs towards him and Jimin runs, too and they meet in the middle of the roof, slamming into each other and into a kiss that ends too soon because neither of them can stop smiling. Taehyung holds him close and kisses him as though he’s pouring years of missed moments and kisses and touches into this one moment, and Jimin just holds on tight because it’s all he can do to be swept along.

“Great!” Hoseok says, as Jimin and Taehyung finally break apart to catch their breath. Hoseok hands Jeongguk, Yoongi, Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung a balloon each. “You get a ‘congrats on working through your feelings like an actual adult’ balloon.”

Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Hoseok and Namjoon hyung are dating.”

Hoseok gasps. “Traitor!” He pauses when no one else reacts. “Why aren’t the rest of you surprised?”

“You literally posted about him being your boyfriend on your Snapchat story,” Jeongguk snickers, looking very happy with one of Yoongi’s and Seokjin’s arms each around his shoulders. “You were about as obvious as Taehyung and Jimin hyung.”

“Dammit,” Hoseok groans. “Whatever. I still get the last balloon.”

“Oh, wait. Before we go inside.” Taehyung stops them at the door. “Jeongguk, help me film a TikTok.”

“For real?” Jeongguk whines. “I want to go make out with my hyungs.”

“It’ll only take a minute. Jimin and I are really good at kissing now.”

Jimin frowns. “I thought we weren’t doing the challenge anymore?”

“We’ve got to tell our followers that we’re boyfriends now,” Taehyung says. He opens the messenger bag he’d brought to the roof, full of supplies they might’ve needed for Jeongguk. He grabs a sketchbook and a Sharpie.

“We’re boyfriends?” Jimin asks, a shock running down his spine at the word.

“If you want to be.”

“God, yes.”

“Great! Then when I come over to kiss you, hold up this sign.”

The sign says ‘we’re dating’ and Taehyung instructs Jimin how best to hold it, what expression he should have on his face, and Jeongguk films the whole thing four times before he says he’s not doing anymore.

Jimin and Taehyung stay on the roof a while after everyone else goes back inside, lying side by side with their hands intertwined and staring up at the sky. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they laugh, and sometimes they turn to face each other and kiss. They only stand when Seokjin pops his head outside and tells them there’s food if they want it.

“What’s up, guys. Today I wanted to bake some bread with my best friend, but unfortunately I lost my best friend.”

“Stop telling people I’m dead.”

Jimin presses a hand to his chest. “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”

“We started dating two days ago. Just call me your boyfriend like a normal person.”

Jimin is sure to get Taehyung in the shot, poking his cheek with his index finger until Taehyung’s cheeks rise. “And that concludes today’s baking bread with my boyfriend.”

He doesn’t do much to edit it before he posts the video to his account. Taehyung had posted their last ‘kiss your best friend’ challenge the day before, and the comments had absolutely exploded. The video quickly went viral and found its way to YouTube and Twitter as their fans reacted, and Jimin knew exactly how he wanted to introduce Taehyung as his boyfriend on his own channel.

Now, he tosses his phone to the side and flops onto the bed with Taehyung, kissing him as they settle together on the sheets.

Jimin tucks a strand of Taehyung’s hair behind his ear. “Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself.”

“Any plans for tonight?”

Taehyung hums, resting his cheek on his forearm. “I was gonna make out with this super hot guy.”

“Oh, yeah? Can I watch?”

“If you’re into that.”

They laugh quietly, meeting in the middle for a soft kiss. Taehyung’s hand finds its way to Jimin’s hair. He keeps saying Jimin should dye his hair pink so they could match. Jimin’s about one more puppy dog look away from just doing it to make Taehyung happy.

Taehyung’s phone chimes, and he makes a noise into the kiss. “That should be Jeongguk’s new TikTok.”

“Shit, really?” Jimin leans his head against Taehyung’s so they can both watch the video. “He hasn’t posted one since…”

“Since the makeup challenge,” Taehyung agrees.

The caption of the video says ‘boyfriend does my makeup take 2 + boyfriend face reveal’ with a myriad of emojis, and Jimin and Taehyung watch as Jeongguk sits in a chair, Yoongi and Seokjin both trying to do his makeup. The end result is pretty good, considering Yoongi’s lack of experience. The video ends with both Seokjin and Yoongi pressing a kiss to one of Jeongguk’s cheeks.

“Oh my God, I’m going to cry.”

“Don’t cry.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Taehyung elbows him in the stomach with a laugh. “Oh, man. I’m so happy for them. They better be good to him.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll send you after them to break their kneecaps.” Taehyung looks at him with a twinkle in his eye. “Duh.”

“Mhm.” Jimin takes Taehyung’s phone and carefully sets it down on the side table, drawing Taehyung into a deep kiss as he throws a leg over Taehyung’s waist and settles his weight. “So what you said before… About being rougher.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Taehyung throws his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Show me what you got, babe.”

Jimin grins, leaning into the kiss. He makes up his own challenge in that moment, a challenge to kiss Taehyung a hundred times everyday. And he intends to win.