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Jimin is more excited to plan his wedding than he is to get married.
Maybe that should be the first clue to him that something isn’t quite right. Instead of taking notice, he allows himself to focus on things like flowers and formal wear, whether they should offer a vegetarian option at dinner, and what type of music should play at their reception.
It is a clear and bright Saturday, and Daehyun and Jimin are spending today doing all things wedding. Cake tasting is first, and although Daehyun has always had a bigger sweet tooth, Jimin still has the final say in the vanilla, berries, and cream that they choose. Next is a visit to the caterer, where Jimin approves their final dinner menu. Now they are heading out for dinner with Daehyun’s work friends to celebrate their upcoming nuptials. Tonight, the restaurant is featuring a live band that can be hired for their wedding, and Jimin is anxious to hear them play. He has always wanted live music at his wedding. It would be so much more personal than music from a set of speakers, Jimin thinks.
He tries to hold Daehyun’s hand all the way to their supper date, but Daehyun’s hand is looser around his fingers than Jimin likes, so he lets go and plays on his phone instead. Daehyun is distracted as he drives, but Jimin is used to it. Daehyun is a busy man, a successful gastrointestinal surgeon, and he is on call today for emergencies. Jimin thanks his lucky stars that Daehyun hasn’t already been called to the hospital today, and hopes that tonight they can make it through an evening without interruption.
The thought of marrying Daehyun isn’t bad, exactly. Daehyun is an amazing man in many ways. He is strikingly handsome, bold, and keeps pace with Jimin. It is always difficult for Jimin to find someone to take all of him on, and he knows his immense energy level and playful passion has been too much for many men. It also makes the wedding planning more enjoyable knowing that Daehyun will not refuse any of Jimin’s wishes for their special day. Jimin had found himself saying “yes” to Daehyun’s marriage proposal easily, already thinking about how perfect their wedding day could be. A wedding for the magazine pages, to be sure.
The restaurant is busy with chatter. It is dim with decorative light bulbs scattered above tables, a bare ceiling, and low jazz. Jimin is instantly enamoured with the place. The vibe fits him well. Daehyun leads him with a hand on his back to a table close to a small stage filled with carefully arranged instruments. Their table is already half-filled with Daehyun’s friends, most of them doctors, and a few other friends Daehyun had made during his college days. Jimin knows them all at least on an acquaintance level, so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable making small talk with them while they all congratulate Daehyun, slapping him on the back jovially, already ordering him shots of clear liquor from the bar.
“Quick wedding, isn’t it?” Chinhwa is always the first to order a round of drinks during their outings. “Congratulations, Jiminah,” he adds as an afterthought when he notices Jimin listening.
“Thanks!” Jimin holds up his own drink in acknowledgment, sparkling to be able to discuss the wedding with new victims. “We have been wedding planning all day, haven’t we, babe?”
Daehyun is glancing around the crowded restaurant, still preoccupied. Jimin starts to find it a bit unusual when he isn’t distracted by his work phone; he isn’t waiting for a call from the emergency room. No, Daehyun is clearly searching the dining area. He doesn’t answer Jimin’s prompt, so Jimin elbows him.
“Babe? You waiting for someone?” Jimin inquires, not failing to notice Daehyun’s palm is sweaty when he slides his smaller hand into his fiance’s.
“Huh? No - uh - just wondering when the band starts,” Daehyun smiles, but it does not stretch to his eyes. Again, Jimin has seen this before, so it doesn’t phase him now. It takes a lot for Daehyun to genuinely smile - the surest way is to give him plenty of attention or money. Jimin can only usually offer him the former.
“Chill, man, they’ll be here soon,” Chinhwa puts in, passing Daehyun another shot. Daehyun doesn’t drink immediately, instead fidgeting with the shot glass, spinning it in place.
“I hope they’re good, I’ve always wanted jazz at my wedding reception.” Jimin wants his enthusiasm to catch Daehyun's attention. Jimin had only told Daehyun about the band this morning as they were having breakfast, and he hopes that Daehyun will agree to live music for the big day.
“You think people are going to enjoy it? You think they’ll dance to it?” Chinhwa asks, and it is clear what his opinion of the jazz band is.
“I’ll dance to it, and that’s all that matters. And I’ll make my handsome husband join me, of course. Who is going to ignore the newlyweds and leave them alone on the dancefloor, hmmm?” Jimin smiles, lifting a hand to Daehyun’s upper back affectionately, but Daehyun flinches slightly at the touch. Then he looks at Jimin, knowing it was too strong a reaction for something so common between them. “What is wrong with you?” Jimin finally asks.
He doesn’t get an answer, because at that moment, the band steps onto the stage from the back. Jimin had heard about them from a colleague at work, and immediately inquired about their wedding date. The group is free to be booked on Jimin and Daehyun’s chosen date, and Jimin had jumped at the opportunity to see them perform live. He is getting to sample not only the food today, but the music, too.
The four men step to their instruments; a saxophone, piano, drum set, and double bass; and the music playing in the restaurant cuts out, the spotlights train on the group. The beat picks up instantly, and Jimin’s smile is so huge it feels like it’s falling off of his face. When he looks at Daehyun, he is forcing another happy look for Jimin; Jimin knows it’s fake, and he is starting to wonder why.
Jimin had always thought he would feel a bit more for the person he was going to marry. He isn’t sure more of what, exactly; more love, more meaning, more sureness. All of Daehyun on paper matches up for Jimin, though, and everybody agrees that the two make a wonderfully handsome couple. Daehyun’s hard with Jimin’s soft, Daehyun’s chivalry with Jimin’s love. They always treat each other well, and Jimin knows for certain that Daehyun will take care of him financially.
It’s hard for Jimin to dwell much on Daehyun’s peculiar behaviour when the band starts gaining momentum. Jimin finds himself tapping his toes unconsciously, even when their friends are distracting him from the songs with idle chit-chat. He notices Daehyun is not looking at the band, not at all responding to the music, and he grows worried that Daehyun will not approve of them playing at their reception.
The friends eat and drink through several songs, and soon the band quiets and says they are taking their first break of the evening. Jimin rises excitedly, hoping to get a chance to speak with them and finalize their booking, with their wedding only being a couple of months away.
“Hey, you want to come outside for a breather with me?” Daehyun asks, suddenly pulling Jimin back down to his chair.
“No! Let’s go have a chat with the band, get them confirmed,” Jimin responds jovially, removing his man’s hand from his wrist and linking their fingers together to pull him up to the stage with him. But he doesn’t budge, and Jimin frowns. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on with you or-”
“Hey, excuse me, are you the - the engaged couple?” Jimin is cut off, and when he whirls to look at the intruder, it’s none other than the saxophone player from the quartet.
Of course this isn’t the first time Jimin noticed him; his striking appearance had captured his attention when he walked onto the stage and the light hit him just right. It actually still seems to be hitting him right - maybe he doesn’t have a bad angle? His hair is dark and swept back, his skin impeccably smooth and beautiful, his dark eyes as soulful as the melody he was making with his saxophone a few minutes earlier. Yes, Jimin noticed him when he stepped out on the stage, but he doubts that anyone in the restaurant didn’t notice this man’s presence and visual perfection. It adds to the allure of the group, and makes Jimin all the more eager to book the band to play at their wedding.
Jimin smiles, ready for the chance to finalize booking the band , nodding enthusiastically at the question.
“I’m Taehyung. I play sax,” he nods toward the stage where his instrument sits waiting for his return. “I was told the couple that wanted to book us for a wedding would be sitting nearest to the stage.”
“Park Jimin, and this is my fiance Lee Daehyun,” Jimin turns to his other half, realizing now that he hasn’t stood with Jimin, that his hand is death-gripping Jimin’s back down toward him. Daehyung appears to be searching Taehyung. When Jimin looks at Taehyung, it appears that the musician has already found something in his fiance’s eyes.
Taehyung takes a breath, hesitates, then starts again. “Hey - Jimin, was it? Jimin, can I just have a quick word with you-”
“No, you may not,” Daehyun answers for Jimin, his voice low.
Jimin giggles because this can’t be a serious reaction from his fiance. It doesn’t make any sense. “What? Babe, I’ll just talk to Taehyung and book-”
“No,” Daehyun repeats firmly, letting his gaze lift to Jimin now.
Jimin is confused, and when he gets confused with Daehyun it makes him panic a bit, and when he panics, he gets teary-eyed. “What do you mean?” He turns back to Taehyung, “Terribly sorry, can we just have a second?”
Taehyung shakes his head. Jimin is still more thrown off by this series of events.
“I really think I should talk to you, Jimin,” Taehyung says, sounding a bit more urgent this time.
“Will somebody tell me what the fuck is going-”
Jimin is again interrupted, this time by the drummer. “Daehyun?” The drummer says, having rushed over from the bar.
Taehyung covers his mouth and avoids eye contact. Daehyun drops Jimin’s hand as if burned, takes it again, then drops it again. The drummer watches it all, eyeing their hands, their friends, their table, Jimin’s proximity to Daehyun. Jimin wonders if he is dreaming or just missing something important.
“You know him, babe?” Jimin asks quietly, though he fears that he already knows the answer before the words leave his mouth. How well do you know him, babe?
“Babe?” The drummer repeats and gestures to Jimin. “Daehyun, who is this?”
“Who are you?” Jimin fires back, through his stomach constricting. “I’m Daehyun’s fiance. We’re hiring your band for our wedding.”
Daehyun sits, mouth pressed into a tight line, staring at the drummer. With a pleading look in his eye. A pleading look that Jimin sees, that tightens the knot in his gut. He knows, he knows what’s going on, but it can’t be true. Jimin refuses to admit that it can be true.
“Beomseok…” Daehyun’s tone is cautious as he addresses the drummer.
“Beomseok?” Jimin parrots, incredulous. “Who is this? How do you know him?” How well do you know him?
“We - we met at a conference a few months back,” Daehyun doesn’t look at Jimin when he speaks, eyes still begging in silence with Beomseok.
Jimin notices several of their friends in attendance now, and realizes he is standing, fists clenched, starting to breath raggedly. Knowing Daehyun isn’t about to volunteer anything, he turns instead to the drummer. “You want to explain to me what the fuck is happening?”
Beomseok does not appear to be any more clear-headed than Jimin. “We met at a conference,” Beomseok affirms. “I’ve been - we’ve - I didn’t know - Daehyun, you’re engaged?”
“Yeah,” Daehyun shrinks further into his chair.
“Yeah?” Jimin retorts, the knot in his stomach now starting to smolder, catch fire. “Yeah? That’s what you have to say, Daehyun? Who is this? Have you been-” He swallows, unable to finish the sentence, acid in his throat.
Daehyun finally seems to remember Jimin, his fiance, the one he proposed marriage to just a few short weeks ago. “Jiminah, please, let me talk to you-”
Jimin sees red and suddenly Chinhwa is in his line of sight, and Taehyung, too. “What is there to talk about?” Daehyun pales, looking up at Jimin. “What is there to explain? Something tells me I don’t want to hear it!”
Taehyung’s hand is on Jimin’s upper arm, and he wrenches it out of his grasp. He shoves Daehyun’s shoulder roughly, making him look up at Jimin. Jimin doesn’t know why, but it’s important that he looks into his eyes; the truth will be there.
And it is. The truth is there and Jimin’s stomach is burning in earnest now, flames licking up his throat.
“Jimin, man, let’s go outside for a second,” Chinhwa is saying somewhere behind Jimin, and he turns, thankful for someone to take the brunt of his anger.
“Fuck you! You knew about this, didn’t you?” Jimin blazes, and he knows he is correct in the way that Chinhwa recoils.
Taehyung is in his ear, his voice deep. “Jimin, come on, let’s go, come with me outside for a second.”
Jimin doesn’t know why but there is something in Taehyung’s voice that captures him, stops the flame from being fanned for a moment. Taehyung is in front of him, leading him out of the restaurant, the rest of the room a blur. He feels sick, like he might throw up or faint, so he focuses on the shoulders of the man in front of him. He doesn’t register that they are outside until the cold night air sends a shiver down his neck. He’s leaning against the brick wall of the building, breathing through his mouth as Taehyung awkwardly hovers nearby, halfway between Jimin and the door to the restaurant.
“Do you - hey Jimin, you need anything?” Taehyung leans a bit toward Jimin’s ear, clearly uncomfortable.
“I don’t know,” Jimin says, just trying to focus on breathing for a moment, black spots now popping into his vision.
“Hey, Jimin, sit down, here,” Taehyung takes off his jacket and lays it on the sidewalk, easing one arm around Jimin’s shoulders to help him find the ground. He crouches as Jimin rests on his coat, and Jimin just barely registers the smell of Taehyung’s cologne that wafts from him now with his jacket removed.
Jimin inhales and exhales but the oxygen doesn’t seem to be traveling where it needs to. “We’re supposed to be getting married,” Jimin doesn’t know if he’s whispering or yelling, his hearing is muffled. Taehyung’s awkward hover crouch persists. “We’re supposed to be getting married,” Jimin repeats, tears now forming rivers down his face.
Jimin’s mind is in shambles, rewinding and fast-forwarding in rapid succession. The tape is getting stuck in the reels, tangling, tearing, and the whole film is being ruined before his very eyes.
“I need to go home,” Jimin squeaks. Then the great, wracking sobs start, and Taehyung and the rest of the world are temporarily gone as Jimin realizes the gravity of the situation. There is too much to begin to consider here. Does he move out? Do they break up? Is the wedding off? How do people move past cheating? Does his fiance even want to be with him, or - or does he want to be with Beomsoo or whatever the fuck his name is -
“I think that’s a good idea,” Taehyung finally says as Jimin’s sobs drop in volume. “Did you drive here?”
Jimin blinks at the man still hunched beside him, truly comprehending him again for the first time since he was on stage. He looks worried, and Jimin is finally present enough to be embarrassed for himself. He stands from Taehyung's jacket, brushing it hastily, forcing it back into Taehyung’s arms. “I’m sorry, ah - Taehyung. I’m sorry for all of this. Please, I’ll be okay.” He motions back to the doors, meaning Taehyung is free to rejoin his bandmates.
His bandmates, one of whom had been fucking his fiance. Is that what it was? Had they been having sex during some of those late nights that Daehyun had supposedly been tied up in the emergency room?
“Did you drive?” Taehyung only repeats, taking the jacket but moving closer to Jimin instead of moving back toward the door.
“No - I mean, yes, but it-it’s his car,” Jimin feels fresh tears form, pool, drop down his cheeks.
“You guys live together?” Taehyung asks, all business-like in his gathering of information.
“I can’t go back there,” Jimin whispers in sudden realization. “I can’t stay there tonight, Taehyung.”
Taehyung nods, rocks on his feet a bit. “Just - wait here for a minute, will you, Jimin?”
Jimin nods mechanically because it is something comprehensible, an instruction that he can follow even if the rest of his brain is in disarray. Taehyung retreats back inside, and Jimin is suddenly shivering, teeth chattering. When he returns, Taehyung is wearing his own jacket again, and he takes Jimin’s hand and leads him from the place where his world has just imploded.
“Do you have somewhere else you can stay?” Taehyung asks, briskly walking now, Jimin trailing after him, willing his feet to move to keep up. He leads Jimin across the street to a parking lot and Jimin thinks.
“I don’t have any of my things,” Jimin says, though missing a toothbrush seems absurd to even consider right now.
Taehyung stops now, facing a main drag where oblivious cars rush past them. It makes it feel somehow worse. How can something so earth-shattering be so trivial in the grand scheme of things?
Taehyung puts his hands firmly on both of Jimin’s shoulders and applies gentle pressure, and Jimin feels himself connecting to the concrete beneath, grounding. Taehyung’s dark brown eyes are reaching beneath Jimin’s surface anxiety. “Hey,” Taehyung says, “I’m sorry.”
Jimin stares. “Why were you trying to talk to me back there?” Jimin realizes now that there was more to Taehyung visiting their table than wanting to book a gig.
“I recognized Daehyun,” Taehyung admits, gauging Jimin’s reaction, seemingly ready to catch him if he starts feeling fuzzy again. “He’s, uh…”
Taehyung trails off, but Jimin wants him to finish. He wants to know, he wants to hear the ugly details, even the ones that will break the sharp pieces of his heart into smaller shards. “He’s what?”
Taehyung exhales through his mouth, bites his lip, and considers Jimin. “He’s been around a couple of times. With Beomseok. They’ve been... “
“Fuck, just tell me, Taehyung,” Jimin insists. “It can’t be much worse than what I’m imagining already.”
“They’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks, I guess.”
A few weeks? Was it after Daehyun had asked Jimin to marry him that he had developed something on the side? Maybe he proposed marriage out of guilt or fear, already having cheated on Jimin.
“I’ll get you a car,” Taehyung pulls a phone out of his pocket, but Jimin lays his hand on Taehyung’s wrist.
“No,” Jimin says quietly. “Can you take me?”
“Pardon? You want me to drive you home?”
“I don’t want to be alone,” Jimin admits, blinking out new tears. This seems to do something to convince Taehyung, who nods and again removes his coat, this time placing it over Jimin’s shaking shoulders.
“My car is just up the street. Are you sure you want to go home?”
“I’ll just grab a couple of things. Can you drive me to a hotel?” Jimin doesn’t know what is coming over him, but it feels somehow acceptable to ask this stranger to chauffeur him around. Maybe it’s because Taehyung has already witnessed the depths of his humiliation, the worst thing that’s happened to him. Quite frankly, after that, nothing seems embarrassing.
“Sure, Jimin,” Taehyung gives him a thin smile, then encourages him toward his car.
Jimin sits in Taehyung’s passenger seat, still shivering as the cold circulated air hits him from the car vents. Taehyung turns on Jimin’s heated seat and asks Jimin for directions. Jimin robotically recites the address to the condo he shares with Daehyun.
What would happen next? Would he have to move out? Would he have to extract his items that had been so carefully knitted together with Daehyun’s over the months of their relationship, until the lines of who owned what became blurry? It was all theirs, it belonged to Jimin and Daehyun. But now Jimin feels disinclined to take ownership of any of it.
Jimin blinks and they’ve arrived. Taehyung asks if Jimin wants him to come up with him, but Jimin declines, unsure of how he will react to seeing the place he shares (shared?) with his fiance (ex-fiance?). Apparently Jimin still has the capacity to feel embarrassed for himself after all, and wants to save himself the extra bit if he bursts into tears at the sight of their shared space.
He takes the stairs to the third floor because it feels better to use his muscles, to get the blood flowing somewhere other than his tachycardic heart and his pounding brain. He punches in their key code - their anniversary date, his smoldering stomach remembers - and pushes the door open.
The remainder of their morning together still sits heavily in their apartment. Their half-drank coffee cups are still abandoned on the counter beside each other. The dishes from the omelet Jimin had made for them to share are still strewn about the kitchen - one plate, because they always fed each other bites. It makes Jimin somehow more angry now, knowing that Daehyun had been facing him each morning, letting Jimin become excited about their wedding. Did he know that his side piece was in the jazz band? Is that why he had been searching the restaurant while they were waiting for the music to start? Bits of things are flying in and out of Jimin’s thoughts before he can grab hold of any one of them. They’re gone before he can analyze.
He grabs some toiletries and a couple of changes of clothes, stuffing them into a duffel bag and shouldering it. He moves quickly, not wanting to chance running into Daehyun here. Jimin pulls out his phone as he is heading out the door to begin a hotel search, and he sees he has missed six calls from Daehyun. He leaves it on silent as he goes back down to where Taehyung is still waiting by the front door.
Taehyung awaits instruction as Jimin sits and buckles up. “Where to?”
Jimin holds up his phone. “I’m just booking a hotel by the river. Might as well have a view to cry to, huh?” He uses Daehyun’s credit card to pay; it’s already programmed into his phone and he hopes Daehyun sees and it makes him feel just a touch of what Jimin does.
Taehyung drives where Jimin directs, and he is soon pulling up to the front doors of the hotel.
“Guess this is me,” Jimin says, staring up, blinking back tears again.
“You gonna be okay, Jimin?” Taehyung asks, and his hand is on Jimin’s on the centre console. It feels cool to Jimin’s adrenaline heat, and it soothes him somehow. He looks at Taehyung and can’t say that he will be okay, so he doesn’t answer the question.
It’s a bad idea, it might leave him with regrets. Something prickles beneath his skin and Jimin ignores it, which isn't like him. “You want to come up for a drink, Taehyung?”
The elevator ride up after checking in is silent. Jimin opens the door and takes in the plain hotel room, bed made neatly, smelling like fresh laundry, everything clean and sharp and white. This feels comforting to Jimin too, maybe because it feels so far away from his life at home with Daehyun. So far that he can pretend he’s in a different life altogether.
Taehyung perches on the uncomfortable-looking armchair as Jimin raids the mini bar. He mixes them both a drink and Taehyung sips, looking quite unsure of what to do with himself now that he is in Jimin’s hotel room. Jimin downs his drink in seconds and pours another, needing to take the edge off before he asks Taehyung more questions.
“How long?”
Taehyung sighs. “Dunno. Since March, maybe?” Daehyun had proposed on Valentine’s Day.
“Is it serious?”
“I’m not sure,” Taehyung answers, but when Jimin looks at him imploringly, adds, “I think it is to Beomseok.”
Jimin’s phone starts to buzz and he turns it off without looking at the caller ID, knowing it is his fiance calling for the seventh time.
“I don’t think I can forgive him, Taehyung.”
“That’s fair.”
They drink in silence. One more drink, then another, and soon Jimin is feeling the alcohol, grateful for the blurred edges it is giving him now.
“Fuck it. I didn’t want to marry him anyway,” Jimin says, unsure if he is telling the truth but feeling honest. Taehyung is graciously avoiding tipping Jimin in either direction, toward anger or forgiveness, and Jimin is taken aback by his impartiality, his sincere empathy. Taehyung, a stranger, driving Jimin wherever he wants to go. A stranger, listening to Jimin drunkenly figure out his love life. A stranger, in his hotel room looking like a runway model, all sculpted cheekbones and lush lips. “Taehyung, are you a single guy?”
Taehyung chuckles. “I am.”
“Must be nice,” says Jimin, raising his cup to Taehyung.
“Sometimes,” Taehyung replies, “but it can get lonely.”
“You feel lonely now, Taehyung?” Jimin breathes, realizing that Teahyung is sitting next to him on the edge of the king sized bed. “I do, too.”
“Jiminah,” Taehyung whispers, “I think you should drink some water.”
Jimin giggles. “You’re probably right about that. But I don’t care. Wanna get drunk.”
“That’s fair,” Taehyung says again.
“You sounded amazing tonight, when you were playing,” Jimin recalls, “it sounded beautiful. You look beautiful on stage, too.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung chides, “some water.” He stands and grabs a bottle from the fridge, passing it to Jimin. Jimin doesn’t want it, but he takes it to free Taehyung’s hand, to pull the musician closer to him.
“Do you like me?” Jimin says, unable to ignore the pleading in his voice.
“I think I like you a lot, Jimin, but-”
Jimin whines, “Why does there have to be a ‘but’?”
Taehyung sits, thigh to thigh on the bed, a hand on Jimin’s knee, but not with the energy that Jimin is desiring. “Because you just found out that your fiance cheated on you and you’ve had five drinks in the last hour and we just met.”
“So, no revenge sex?”
Taehyung smiles, but finds Jimin looking at him plainly. “Jesus, Jimin! No! No revenge sex.”
“I want it to be more than that, too,” Jimin says, his hand on Taehyung’s, helping it slide up his thigh.
“Jiminah,” Taehyung pulls his hand away, but doesn’t look fully convinced of the absurdity of the idea. “You need to sleep. And drink water.” He pushes the water back into Jimin’s hands. “I’m going to leave.” Taehyung stands, buttons his coat, and Jimin floats after him to the door. “Take care, yeah? Good luck with everything.”
Jimin frowns and nods. Taehyung is gone before Jimin comprehends it, and Jimin cries again.
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Jimin gets ready for a night out. He dresses nicely, tucks in his shirt, and smooths his hair back. It’s the first time he’s gone out alone in - months, years? But he is more than ready.
His apartment is comfortable and he is slowly gathering his own possessions. He had made a clean break with Daehyun, and that meant giving up everything. It is all gone, and Jimin has restarted his life from the ground up. Now he has a tidy apartment and a little houseplant that he waters every day and his own TV with no cable.
Jimin doesn’t mind being out alone in a crowd. There are nights at home that still get to him, when he wonders how much forgiveness he could have found for Daehyun if he had dug a little bit deeper; if it would have been worth it to have someone there to laugh at the TV shows with him and share the bowl of popcorn. Luckily, most of those wishful fantasies are getting fuzzier with time, losing their focus, and Jimin is starting to find himself again.
If there is a Jimin to find, that is. He doesn't know who he is anymore. One problem that had come with finding Daehyun in his early twenties was that Jimin had then constructed much of his life around his ex-fiance. Jimin did not have many of his own friends, his own hobbies, his own goals when Daehyun was deleted so suddenly from his day-to-day. Jimin wondered whether it would help to go out and meet new people, maybe join some clubs. The things people do to reset their lives after a jagged breakup.
He orders a medium-rare steak and pairs it with a malbec. He likes the way that wine makes his cheeks flush pink after two glasses. He scans his surroundings, checking out the bar, but finds it lacking potential companions. Then the lights dim and the reason why Jimin returned to this place is at the forefront of his mind again.
The stage is flooded with brightness, and there is Taehyung. The rest of the band, too, but Taehyung, Taehyung is there, and Jimin’s heart rate increases.
Jimin is at a table near the back, hiding in the shadows because he doesn’t want Beomseok to see him. Things had ended between Beomseok and Daehyun, or so his ex had told him, and though he did not take pleasure in seeing him at his drum set, he couldn’t hold him accountable for what had happened. The way Jimin saw it, if it hadn’t been Beomseok, it would have been another man. From everything Daehyun had told him, the drummer had no idea that Daehyun was in a relationship when they had initiated their tryst. Daehyun had taken them both for an unwanted ride.
The music starts, slow and sexy, and Jimin is taken from the first note again. The band is fantastic, and there is a pang in Jimin’s stomach when he remembers why he had found the musicians in the first place. So many promises and plans are broken.
The songs slip over and through Jimin and time passes with a couple more glasses of wine. The saxophone melody is the most captivating of all, and Jimin can feel the whole room appreciating Taehyung’s musicality, not to mention the charisma he exudes in the spotlight.
It’s getting late and the band plays their last number, thanking the crowd. Jimin watches for an opportunity and sees it when Taehyung meanders to the bar, the rest of the band slipping out the back door with their instruments. Jimin is lucky tonight.
He leaves some cash at his table and slides into the stool next to Taehyung.
“Hey, stranger,” he says, dropping his voice low as Taehyung gets his drink from the bartender.
Taehyung glances, then does a double-take at Jimin. Jimin gets the impression that this is how it was supposed to feel with Daehyun all of those months, this anticipatory hum throughout his body.
“Jimin,” Taehyung manages simply. He glances over Jimin’s shoulder. “Are you here alone?”
“Mmhmm,” Jimin smiles knowingly.
But he’s still looking over Jimin’s shoulder, and the smile begins to dissolve from Jimin’s face. He’s with someone, he’s with someone, Jimin instantly knows it. And a moment later, another man comes up from behind Jimin, sliding between them and planting a peck on Taehyung’s cheek.
“Amazing as always, honey,” he compliments Taehyung, to which Taehyung presses out a thin smile, looking only at Jimin. The man turns, looking at Jimin over his shoulder, realizing he’s there, and then he turns more fully. “Hi, I’m Jon.”
“Jon, hi. I’m Jimin,” Jimin says dryly, heat coming up from his chest to his neck, leaving sweat in its wake.
“Uh - Jimin and I met a few months ago when he saw me play here,” Taehyung quickly throws in, clearly mentally channeling Jimin to follow his lead.
“Yeah. I was going to hire the band for my wedding, but my fiance cheated on me and we broke up,” Jimin blathers, not knowing how to follow Taehyung without telling the truth.
“Ouch. Sorry to hear that.” Jon nods sympathetically. “You like jazz? My Taehyungie is the best sax player I’ve heard.” He glows toward Taehyung, clearly wanting to mark his territory, and Jimin gets the picture.
“I do,” Jimin is saying, then he’s standing, giving his barstool to Jon. “But hey, I just wanted to say hi, Taehyungssi. See you around. Nice to meet you, Jon.”
Jimin heads to the door, forcing the burning in his throat and eyes to wait until he’s out of public and safe in his own apartment. On the street, he gulps mouthfuls of fresh air, leaning against the brick, having déjà vu from the last time he had been in this exact place, when Taehyung had laid his coat on the ground for him. And like last time, Taehyung appears beside him, and Jimin is unsure if he is hallucinating.
“Jiminah,” Taehyung pants, “I told Jon I’m going to the bathroom, so I only have a minute.”
Jimin blinks stupidly, wondering what this minute is supposed to be spent doing, when Taehyung pulls a pen from his inside pocket and grabs Jimin’s palm. He scrawls his number there in blue ink, and Jimin is warm at his touch, his proximity, the way he focuses as he writes. Then he drops Jimin’s hand, and with a half-smile, he’s back inside the building and Jimin wonders again if he imagined it all. Then he sees the blue over his lifeline and his stomach flips. Taehyung had been here in the flesh, a fleeting moment, and he’d left Jimin something.
When Jimin arrives home, he wastes no time in programming Taehyung’s number into his phone, triple-checking the digits on his palm before washing them down the bathroom sink.
This is not how Jimin wants his evening to end, but he doesn’t see a choice in the matter. He stares back at his phone, wondering what the next step is. The ball is obviously back in his court. Jimin taps Taehyung’s number and types.
Jimin - hi
He wonders what more he should add but is satisfied Taehyung will know who the nameless greeting is from.
Jimin sits thinking about this for a minute. Then he begins to wonder how things could have gone differently. If Taehyung wasn’t in a relationship, how did Jimin imagine this night ending? He had cleaned his apartment that day and washed his sheets, so it is no question what Jimin’s intentions with Taehyung are if he examines his deepest desires.
Maybe Taehyung would have had a drink with him at the bar. Maybe Taehyung could have put his hand on Jimin’s thigh again, this time with intent. Jimin is aroused just thinking about Taehyung’s hand on him, even a chaste touch.
Taehyung would have come home with him, Jimin would have made sure of it. They’d drink a couple of glasses of wine at the bar and Jimin would have whispered in his ear to take him home. Taehyung would have liked it. Taehyung would have followed instructions and they’d be at Jimin’s place, not having really touched yet, not the way they both clearly craved. Jimin would start to pour Taehyung another glass of wine, but Taehyung would be too impatient. Now that they were behind closed doors, Taehyung would have taken the bottle of wine from Jimin’s hand and put it back onto the counter, closing the distance between their lips for the first time. Taehyung would taste like wine and sweetness and Jimin would be hard after only a few needy kisses.
What would happen next? Jimin considers the possibilities. He unbuckles his belt and slides his pants down a few inches, reaching into his boxers to grab his own length and imagine.
What would Taehyung be like in the bedroom? It’s difficult to be certain, but with his soulful eyes and bluesy soul, Jimin expects his sex to be somehow darker that what he has experienced in the past. Maybe Jimin would reach to grope Taehyung through his jeans, but Taehyung would remove his hand, pinning it to the wall behind them. He would speak to Jimin in that sexy, deep voice of his, and Jimin would be powerless to refuse any order Taehyung would give him. Jimin’s love life has admittedly been pretty vanilla up until this point, and he isn’t even sure what he would like to try. But something tells him that Taehyung may have a few compelling ideas.
Jimin is setting his phone on his nightstand now, and getting lube as he discards the bottom half of his clothing and slides on top of fresh sheets. This isn’t the first time he’s thought about Taehyung this way, but it’s the first time he’s allowed himself to go this far with the scenario. He loses himself to the fantasy, knowing that it’s just that; a fantasy, something that hasn’t happened and maybe never will. But that doesn’t stop Jimin from working his hand over his painfully hard cock as he thinks about what could happen with Taehyung.
Taehyung would tell Jimin to get on his knees and Jimin would oblige immediately. Taehyung would take off his pants and tell Jimin to suck. Jimin would give him everything he had. He imagines what Taehyung’s cock might look like, but it doesn’t really matter. It feels and tastes delicious in his mind’s eye, and it makes him harder and more lustful, both in imagination and in reality.
He would take Taehyung’s cock so well, ever obedient and willing, and Taehyung would pull his hair and force himself down Jimin’s throat. Jimin would be a mess and he would love it, would love being used by Taehyung. Jimin would let himself slide a hand under his clothes and over his own throbbing cock as Taehyung fucked into his mouth, and Jimin would be moaning as Taehyung searched for his own release. Taehyung would be merciful this time, and allow Jimin to pleasure himself, though he thinks Taehyung may remember this for later, and remind him that he didn’t ask permission to touch himself. It would all be too late now though. Taehyung would be too far gone, and he would rake his nails over Jimin’s scalp as he releases, and Jimin’s face, mouth would be covered in Taehyung. Jimin would be licking it all up when he would reach his own climax, spilling cum all over his own kitchen floor. Then Taehyung would pull him up roughly, kissing him with intensity and tongue. Jimin would whine a bit and Taehyung would soften, pressing their foreheads together. He would whisper sweet words then, but Jimin can’t make them out because he is coming all over himself on his bed now. His own hand pumps his release through to the end, and Jimin is panting and letting Taehyung’s name slip out of his lips as he finishes.
Jimin remains still, hand still on his softening cock, breathing and lowering himself back to reality, letting the dizzying mirage of Taehyung dissipate. His phone chimes. Taehyung has answered his text.
Taehyung - hi :)
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It is unclear exactly when Jimin and Taehyung become best friends, but it happens in short order. Their sporadic texts turn into daily rituals from good morning to goodnight, and everything in between is catalogued in their words typed to each other.
They don’t speak on the phone until a month after their last time seeing each other. Taehyung calls Jimin when he is out of town for a performance, and Jimin is thrilled to hear his voice on the other end of the line. He knows Taehyung is only calling because Jon is absent, but Jimin doesn’t care.
Their conversations remain strictly platonic, despite what undertones there may be. Jimin can’t be sure that Taehyung feels the same ache inside when his voice drops low. Jimin can’t be sure that Taehyung knows that Jimin is waiting on his calls each time he leaves town. Jimin is fairly sure that Taehyung doesn’t think of Jimin the way Jimin thinks of him; often, painfully often, and in every possible position.
Jimin is technically single, but he feels somehow taken by Taehyung. The idea of meeting someone else loses its lustre, and Jimin deletes his dating apps and focuses on the text app with Taehyung instead.
A few weeks of late night phone calls in, Taehyung invites Jimin to see him perform at another club. It’s a jazz place that’s darker and has thicker air than the other restaurant Jimin had seen Taehyung perform at, but that somehow seems more appropriate now. Jimin is there early and watches Taehyung and the septet set up. Beomseon is blessedly absent from this group, meaning that Jimin doesn’t have to sneak around. Jon is also notably not in attendance. Jimin sits in Taehyung’s line of vision on purpose, knowing that Taehyung’s eye contact while playing will drive him crazy. And it does.
They connect on another level as they drink together after the concert. Jimin has his wine and Taehyung drinks martinis, and they ease into pleasant conversation. Jimin learns about Taehyung’s family of farmers, of how his father had always encouraged Taehyung into music. He learns about Taehyung’s favourite songs to play and favourite places to perform. He learns about Taehyung’s depth and intelligence, so much more than Jimin could possibly have anticipated. Better than his wildest dreams and fantasies of Taehyung (and he had had a lot of both).
They touch indulgently, hands taking liberties that friends probably shouldn’t, but never crossing any obvious lines. A hair brushed behind an ear, fingers that linger too long on an inner thigh. Jimin wonders how they would appear to a passerby. Not just as friends, surely. There is an unspoken intimacy between them, a history building itself without much conscious intervention from either of them.
The laughter flows like a rushing river through the whole evening, and Jimin is sure the corners of his eyes will have permanent wrinkles soon from how happy Taehyung makes him. Jimin already knows that Taehyung lives alone before Taehyung speaks about his record collection. Taehyung suggests that Jimin come over to see it and listen to some music, and Jimin accepts the invitation.
They have had enough to drink so Taehyung grabs them water and they fall onto Taehyung’s couch. Jimin closes his eyes as he listens to whatever Taehyung throws on his record player. It’s all soft and pleasant and Jimin rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder and falls asleep too early.
Jimin wakes up on Taehyung’s couch. The room is dim, the only light coming through the kitchen window across. Jimin sees his phone on the coffee table and lights his flashlight, easing himself up. Taehyung has covered him with a soft knitted blanket and put a cup of water beside his phone. Jimin drinks, running a hand through his hair. It’s past three in the morning, and Jimin doesn’t want to bother going home. But he doesn’t want to stay on the couch alone either.
Jimin pads quietly to the hallway and peeks into Taehyung’s room. He is snoring softly until the door creaks a little under Jimin’s grip and Taehyung bolts upright.
“Jiminah?” Taehyung says blearily, blinking through the darkness at him.
“Hey,” Jimin whispers simply. Then he crosses the gap to Taehyung’s bed and sits on the side opposite Taehyung experimentally. When Taehyung shows no response, Jimin swings his legs up and under the covers. Taehyung rolls toward him. He is wearing only pajama pants while Jimin is still fully dressed. Jimin turns to face the wall and then Taehyung is pulling Jimin to him by the hips, Taehyung’s bare chest to Jimin’s back, and Jimin is relieved that Taehyung can’t feel his cock twitch to attention at the touch. Taehyung’s deep breaths are on the back of Jimin’s neck, tickling his hairline, and Taehyung pulls him tighter, closer, deeper into bliss and sleep.
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Jimin starts to spend time with Taehyung and his boyfriend some time after that. They go out for a couple of short rounds of drinks after work, small talking through an hour before the couple leaves Jimin to spend the rest of the night alone. Then Taehyung invites Jimin over for takeout. Jon and Taehyung are watching the season finale of their favourite TV show. Jimin is sure to sit by himself on the armchair so that he is unable to sneak caresses over Taehyung, removing the temptation. Taehyung looks at Jimin significantly throughout the night, and it gets to the point where Jimin is afraid that Jon may think that there is something between them.
But there seems to be no suspicion from Taehyung’s boyfriend. Nor should there be, as far as Jimin is concerned. There was one other night that they slept in the same bed, but both times they had snuggled together had remained chaste, save for the tight hold Taehyung kept on Jimin all night.
Jon excuses himself to the restroom and Jimin moves to clear up the dishes. Taehyung sidles next to him at the sink and his arms come over Jimin’s, finding his hands in the soapy water. It’s a brief touch and Jimin drops the wine glass he’s rinsing, thankful that it only drops slowly through the water. Taehyung dries his hands on the dish towel, but his fingers are still a bit damp when he smooths Jimin’s hair back behind his ear. Jimin shivers and Taehyung is already back in the living room.
Jon and Taehyung spend the rest of the evening cuddled up together on the sofa. Jimin grabs a blanket and nestles onto the armchair, watching the show and the couple in equal measure. Jon seems all wrong for Taehyung. He’s flashy and impatient, loves to yell at the TV, and all Taehyung does is offer small smiles to Jon and apologetic eyes to Jimin. Jon drinks beer and laughs loudly, and he tires himself out quickly.
“I think I’m going to go, babe,” he tells Taehyung, planting a kiss, which Taehyung accepts with his eyes open. “It was fun, though. You should hang out with us more, Jiminah.”
Jimin nods in agreement, telling Jon something that he wants to hear. Taehyung follows Jon to the door and they kiss again as Jon puts his shoes on. Jimin only allows himself to watch from his peripheral vision as they embrace, and then Jon’s footsteps are retreating and Taehyung’s are returning.
Taehyung sits in the same spot that he just vacated, hands on his lap, staring at the muted television. Jimin moves to Jon’s spot, taking his blanket with him.
“What are we doing?” Taehyung asks, and it’s the first time that he has spoken about the energy between them.
“What do you mean?” It’s too much for Jimin to put into words right now, so he decides his best option is avoidance.
“You know what I mean. My boyfriend just left and I locked the door,” Taehyung covers his face with his hands. “Are you staying over tonight?” He asks through his palms.
Jimin fidgets. “Depends if you want me to.”
Taehyung sighs. “I want you to Jimin, I always want you to.”
So Jimin does.
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Jon asks Jimin for advice on Taehyung’s favourite dessert. Their six month anniversary is approaching, and Jon wants to do something extravagant to catch Taehyung’s eye. Jimin knows that to catch Taehyung’s eye would be to do something subtle and thoughtful, but when he tells Jon this, he guffaws and asks if he knows Taehyung’s favourite place to eat dinner.
Jimin knows it’s the night because Taehyung doesn’t text him. Jon had mentioned the date and Jimin had been careful to throw it from his brain immediately, but he found himself recalling the general timing, sometime after Taehyung’s birthday. When Taehyung wouldn’t elaborate on his plans for this evening, Jimin knows.
Jimin attempts to then distract himself in whatever way he can. He calls his parents to chat but it only lasts a short time. He puts on a movie but does not find it significantly engaging, so he packs up and heads to the gym instead. While his muscles are being pushed, he can remain thoughtless, but once he is showered and home, his mind drifts back to the romantic evening that Taehyung is having with Jon.
Jimin is making himself get ready for an evening out alone when his phone rings. It’s Taehyung.
“Hi, Tae-tae,” Jimin answers, heart skipping a beat, wondering if he could have been wrong about the anniversary.
“Hey, Jiminah. I’m, uh - well, I’m outside your apartment. Can I come up?”
“Of course,” Jimin says, and Taehyung is buzzing and admitted to the apartment within seconds.
Taehyung looks as handsome as always in a dark fitted blazer and pants, dark hair and eyes matching. He drags himself through the door of Jimin’s apartment and shuts it, leaning back on it, and looking at Jimin through hooded eyes, biting his lip. Jimin questions him with a look and Taehyung sighs heavily.
“I broke up with Jon tonight,” Taehyung finally says. “It was our six month anniversary.”
Jimin doesn’t know how to respond. He knows how he feels for himself but he does not want Taehyung’s despair in any form. “Are you okay?” Jimin asks.
“I think so?”
“Why? I mean, why did you break up?”
Taehyung sighs again. “You know why, Jiminah.”
Jimin shifts his weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know why, Taehyungah,” he responds, wondering if he is lying to avoid the subject or because he wants to hear Taehyung say it.
“I expected you to ask me what took me so long to end it, to be honest.”
Jimin clears his throat. “Well, what did?”
“I dunno,” Taehyung says with a frown. “I have a habit of delaying the inevitable, I suppose.”
“Mmm,” Jimin hums in agreement.
Then Taehyung is next to Jimin and grabs his jawline, his fingertips pushing to the back of Jimin’s hair, and Jimin opens his mouth in surprise.
“I’ve been delaying some other things, too,” Taehyung says, voice dusky, and Jimin is breathing him in. Jimin waits patiently until Taehyung takes the plunge and presses their lips together. He draws back after one kiss, eyes searching over Jimin’s face. “You’re beautiful and more than I deserve, Jiminah.”
Jimin exhales, knowing he can wait a moment more after waiting so long. “Taehyungah. Are you very sure about this? You just broke up with your boyfriend. How do you know you won’t change your mind? I want you to be sure.”
“I’m so sure, Jiminah,” he kisses Jimin softly again, “I’m so sure about you.”
His long fingers trace Jimin’s cheek as their foreheads press together.
Jimin smiles and nods. “I’m sure about you too.”
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They take their time after that. Jimin knows he doesn’t want their first time to be right after Taehyung’s breakup, just as Taehyung had denied Jimin that first night that they had met. So they go on a couple of dates and Jimin kisses Taehyung goodnight after each one, and he can feel the desire that he leaves behind on Taehyung’s mouth each time.
Taehyung is playing at the restaurant again, with another new ensemble that sounds heavenly because Taehyung is playing with them. Jimin pulls his sweater around himself, shivering in the winter draftiness, and warms himself with another glass of wine. He watches Taehyung and Taehyung watches him back between songs. Jimin is ready to leave as soon as Taehyung’s instrument is tucked in its case, and it remains unsaid that they are leaving together. Jimin takes Taehyung’s hand and they walk together to Taehyung’s car. Jimin opens the back door. Taehyung places his saxophone inside the car, then shuts the door and pins Jimin there with his hips, kissing him slowly and deeply, tongue reaching for something that they haven’t experienced yet.
Jimin giggles and tells Taehyung he’d better take him home if he’s going to keep kissing him like that. And apparently he wants to keep kissing him like that, because he opens Jimin’s door for him and they drive to Taehyung’s place wordlessly.
Jimin drops his coat as soon as they enter, and Taehyung is on him at once. Jimin rolls back for Taehyung’s mouth on his neck, and Taehyung is scraping his teeth over the flesh there.
“You sounded so amazing tonight, baby,” Jimin mewls as Taehyung licks over the marks he’s making on his neck.
“Want you to sound amazing tonight,” Taehyung replies cheekily, but Jimin is indeed moaning a moment later as Taehyung nips at his collarbone, hand already searching under Jimin’s shirt and finding a nipple, circling it with his fingertip.
“Holy shit, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Jimin breathes out between touches, and Taehyung groans at the thought.
“Jiminah, want you so bad,” Taehyung is licking over Jimin’s abdomen as he peels his shirt up, and Jimin is stumbling against the door.
“Wanted it to be tonight, baby,” Jimin coos into the shell of Taehyung’s ear as Taehyung comes back to his nape, removing Jimin's shirt as he stands. “Got myself ready for you.”
Taehyung pauses and draws back, meeting Jimin’s eyes with a duskiness in his own that Jimin has never seen there before. “Fuck,” Taehyung growls, and he’s removing his own shirt at long last, and pressing their naked torsos together against the door. Jimin licks into Taehyung’s mouth prettily, and Taehyung is hooking his fingers through Jimin’s belt loops and pulling their hips together, as close as they can get while still clothed.
“Never thought you would be so naughty,” Taehyung whispers, then takes Jimin’s earlobe into his mouth.
“Thought you would want me to be ready, babe,” Jimin whines as Taehyung’s teeth find his collarbone again.
“I’ll tell you what I want,” Taehyung responds huskily. “Red means stop, okay baby?”
Jimin nods. Their next kiss is lust-drunk and too highly anticipated, and Jimin is painfully hard in his pants already. He can feel Taehyung’s cock through too many layers of cloth, and decides that they have waited too long. “Tell me, tell me what you want” Jimin says, and he pulls back from Taehyung, leaving Taehyung grasping and wanting in front of him as he walks to the bedroom.
Taehyung catches up in only a moment and scoops Jimin up, throwing him on the bed. “Get naked,” Taehyung orders, and it is as exhilarating to obey him as Jimin had imagined it to be so many times. Jimin watches carefully as Taehyung removes the rest of his own clothing, too. He’s beautiful, carved from smooth marble, and Jimin is truly mad for him.
Taehyung strokes himself once, twice, lazily considering Jimin on the bed, waiting for him. He finds the lube and slicks himself, continuing to drink in the sight of Jimin before him. Jimin squirms under his needy gaze.
“Touch yourself,” Taehyung commands, handing Jimin the lube. “Want you to be nice and hard when I fuck you.”
Jimin whines and obliges, stroking himself and speeding up to match Taehyung’s rhythm with his own cock. It goes on this way for a couple of minutes, and Jimin is contracting every muscle to try to prevent his orgasm from building up.
“You getting close already, Jiminah? Haven’t even fucked you yet. Haven’t even checked if you’re really as ready for me as you were leading me to believe.”
Taehyung joins Jimin on the bed, halting his hands. He takes both of Jimin’s dainty wrists in the fingers of one hand and pushes them to the mattress above Jimin’s head. “So pretty, babe.” He runs his other hand over Jimin’s whole body; from his hair to his neck, over both sensitive nipples, over his hip bone and to his toes. Then he graciously takes Jimin cock in his hand and pumps, and Jimin is crying out and trying to reach for Taehyung, but Taehyung keeps his wrists trapped to the bed.
“Shhh, does that feel good, baby?”
Jimin nods and bites his lip to prevent further screams.
“Answer me, babe,” Taehyung stops at once and Jimin whines.
“Yes, yes, please, it feels so good Taehyungah, want you to touch me so badly,” Jimin drawls out, positively shaking with anticipation as Taehyung examines him again.
“Think I want to fuck you now,” Taehyung says, releasing Jimin’s wrists. “Hands and knees.”
Jimin flips over and gives his ass to Taehyung. He wasn’t lying when he said he was ready, which Taehyung soon discovers with his own fingers.
“So bad, baby,” Taehyung gently slaps Jimin’s ass. “I'll get to prep you next time, you understand?”
“Yes, understand, I’m sorry,” Jimin agrees readily. Anything, anything Taehyung says.
“You good, baby? You’re green?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, good boy, you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Taehyung, please - ah, oh my God!” Jimin is overwhelmed when Taehyung thrusts into him without warning, burying himself completely, stretching Jimin impossibly further open on his cock.
“Mmm, you feel amazing, Jiminah. So tight, so hot, better than I ever imagined,” Taehyung groans, and he begins a rough pace into Jimin.
Jimin is taking it all in, the pleasure is immense and building. Taehyung’s hips slap against his ass with each thrust, and he reaches back to touch his own needy cock. He’s dripping precum and he works the wetness over his tip, running his fingers over his slit.
“Touch yourself, there you go,” Taehyung encourages, grunting now with each thrust. “You can come with my cock inside you, baby, go on.”
Jimin is barely able to hold himself up with one hand as Taehyung relentlessly fucks into him, as he works himself over with one lubed hand. Taehyung fills him so well, hitting his prostate each time he buries his cock in Jimin’s ass, and Jimin is whining loudly and coming hard. Taehyung grabs both of his hips to increase the intensity further still. Taehyung is pulling out and pumping himself only a couple of times before Jimin feels his ass get covered in cum. It’s warm and sticky as it drips down Jimin’s cheeks, and Jimin shudders with a bliss he’s never experienced before.
Taehyung pulls Jimin up by the waist from where he is collapsed on the bed. He carries him to the bathroom and sets him on the bathroom counter, turning the faucets on to run a bath. Jimin is dizzy but gains his senses back slowly. Taehyung hugs him, kisses over his shoulders, soothes him with words and caresses, and Jimin is in love.
“Let’s clean you up, hmmm, baby?” Taehyung carries Jimin to the bathtub and Jimin eases himself in, the soapy water stinging in a few spots as he sinks into the warmth. Jimin soaks and Taehyung bustles around, bringing him a towel and sweatpants, then leaving the room after telling Jimin to call him if he needs anything.
Jimin floats for a bit, listening to his own heart beat under water until it is calmed. He washes and shampoos, and then Taehyung is there, dressed and holding out his towel, wrapping Jimin up and using a second towel to dry his hair.
Jimin shivers, the warmth of the bath leaves him all too quickly. “Can I stay tonight?” He asks, feeling a bit timid as he does.
Taehyung smiles. “I should hope so. I just made us a snack, baby, come on.”
Jimin dresses and eats and then Taehyung is stroking his hair back from his face, Jimin’s head in Taehyung’s lap.
“Did you ever think we would get to this place?” Jimin asks Taehyung, lump in his throat.
“As soon as I saw you for the first time,” Taehyung answers easily. “That first night, when you were so broken, and I knew I would do anything to pick up the pieces and put them back together.”
“You’ve done more than that, babe,” Jimin argues. “I’ve never been broken because of you. I’m new.”
Taehyung smiles and brushes his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip. “You’re sweet.”
“It’s true,” Jimin giggles, laying his head back on Taehyung’s lap.
“You think we’re meant to be together, Jiminah?” Taehyung asks.
“Without a doubt,” Jimin says, and Taehyung kisses his ear.
“Me too.”
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