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all this time you were right here (in my heart)

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“Jiminie, please,” Taehyung whines into the phone and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“It’ll be so cool, I’ve been planning it for weeks, you have to be there. You have to. You can’t miss out on this, bro, you’re my best friend, and this is about space. It’s space, dude, there’s nothing cooler than space.”

“Right,” Jimin groans. He gives in too easily, always. Whenever Taehyung is involved, he doesn’t even have to bat his eyelashes in proper cartoon style, he just has to breathe and Jimin is packing his bags and ready to do whatever he’s asked in a manner of seconds. Every goddamn time.

So this is no different, obviously. Though he did try to say no, because he really does have so much homework and he has dance as well, and it’s all time consuming and exhausting, so joining Taehyung’s new astronomy club on top of that really would end up potentially killing him.

“It’s only once a week,” Taehyung continues, “and there’ll be cake. I’ve baked it myself! It’ll be so cool, I promise you won’t wanna miss it.”

“Of course I don’t,” Jimin says. He can cram that Lit paper tonight and just go to bed an hour later. It’s cool. No big deal. Who needs sleep? He certainly doesn’t!

(This isn’t related to Jimin’s huge crush on his best friend, and how he’d do everything to make him smile for just a moment. It’s not. And even if it was, it doesn’t matter. He’s working on it, thank you.)

“AWESOME!” Taehyung belts out on the other end of the line, and Jimin knows exactly how his face is looking: glowing, flashing that huge, boxy smile that always has Jimin’s stomach doing flips. He said he’s working on it, all right? It’s a work in progress, moving on and all, but Taehyung being Taehyung makes it hard.

“All right, all right, okay,” Taehyung babbles on. “Okay, I’ll see you there then? It’s in room 24D, you know where that is, right? We had maths there freshman year, and there’ll be signs, too, I’ve made these really cool ones, you’ll love them. They’re sick.”

“Yea,” Jimin says. “I know where it is.”

“Good, great, excellent,” Taehyung says. “I’ll see you there. I LOVE YOU BRO!”

“I’ll see you there,” Jimin says, quieter. Softly, he adds, “I love you too.”

He hears the sound of the call disconnecting and puts down his phone.

That’s how all their calls always end; it’s one of their Things, capitalised. An inside joke of sorts, some kind of habit. Something that’s just theirs, hard to describe. The juxtaposition of the loud and vibrant ‘LOVE YA’ and the much softer and quiet ‘I love you too’ that always follows mirrors their relationship well; both in the sense of their individual personalities, but also them as a combined entity--together they’ll pull off the wildest and weirdest stunts and pranks, but Taehyung is also the one Jimin can talk about fears and worries and life with. And vice versa, Jimin’s the one Taehyung goes to when he’s tired and stressed out. Together they’re loud and bright and striking, but also gentle and quiet and filled with love.

It’s been like this as long as Jimin can remember, even from before they got phones and would start calling each other every day despite having hung out just twenty minutes earlier.

Jimin still remembers the first time he met Taehyung. He’d moved in next door from Daegu, and as his parents were busy unpacking, he’d marched up to Jimin and asked if he wanted to be friends. Jimin had been a bit taken aback by his straightforward nature, but he’d given him a huge smile as he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Taehyung. I like racer cars and space and a lot of other awesome things. My mom says I’m cool, so if I were you, I’d be my friend. What’s your name?”

“Um,” Jimin’d stuttered. “I’m Jimin.”

“Hi, Jimin!” Taehyung had said, flashing that huge, boxy smile again, and Jimin had decided quickly that he liked this kid and he’d like to be his friend. “So, you have any good trees for climbing around here?”

And the rest, as the poets say, is history.

Taehyung’s always been easily affectionate, so obviously it didn’t take long for him to start squeezing Jimin’s cheeks and telling him he looked cute and that he was his best friend and that he loved him. As they got older and Taehyung got taller, he’d pick Jimin up, grinning “I LOVE YOU!” as he spun them around in circles, which is when Jimin realised ‘I love you’ carried different meanings for them.

Then they got phones and it easily transferred to the calls as well.

They continued saying it face to face, though, like the time Taehyung snuck Soju from his parents and they’d gotten drunk for the first time, Taehyung loudly crying “I love you, Jiminieee,” as they staggered into bed, clinging to each other, and fell asleep laughing about something ridiculous.

So, it’s their Thing. It doesn’t mean anything. Except, well, it does. For Jimin, at least. He’s sure it’s just platonic for Tae--which is wonderful and beautiful and good, too, he’s not saying platonic love isn’t as good as romantic. And he’s sure Taehyung means it when he says he loves Jimin, just not in the exact same way. Which is fine. Jimin is working on that, he’s sure he’ll get over it soon, he just has to--

Anyway. Dwelling on all this isn’t exactly helping, and he also has to get going, having promised Taehyung to go to his astronomy club meeting. He quickly gets his things, pulls on his shoes, and then he’s out the door.

He spots the first sign Taehyung talked about the second he enters the building. Right there and In Your Face is a large, bright red poster covered in glitter reading JOIN THE ASTRONOMY CLUB in big letters, and IT’LL BE OUT OF THIS WORLD emphasized right below it. Jimin smiles and shakes his head, veering down the hallway to his right.

There’s a bunch more signs with arrows and more space puns along the way, and Jimin rolls his eyes at the thought of Taehyung staying up till 3am to write ‘what songs do planets like to sing? Nep-tunes!’ in purple glitter glue.

He gets to the right room, and smiles when he sees Taehyung isn’t the only one in there. He’s worked so hard on this, it would hurt if it flopped and nobody showed up.

Jimin takes a second to take in Taehyung himself; he’s wearing one of his DIY cut-up oversized t-shirts, this one reading SPACE IS COOL in big letters on the front. It’s a fucking mess, quite frankly, but Taehyung makes it work, like Taehyung makes everything work, because Taehyung is out-of-this-world beautiful, fucking ethereal, made of stars and sunshine, and everything-- Okay, Jimin, calm down… He takes a deep breath and smiles once his best friend notices him hovering at the door.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung grins, running over to him and pulling him into a tight hug. “You made it!”

“Of course I did,” Jimin grins, when Taehyung releases him from his grip and he can breathe again. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung smiles, puffing out his chest. “Made it myself.”

“You don’t say,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes again.

“Grab a cupcake or a chocolate bar or both and sit down,” Taehyung takes his hand and tugs him along.

There’s music playing quietly in the background, Jimin notices then as he looks around the room. He recognises the song--Astronomy Domine by Pink Floyd, one of Taehyung’s favorites. He searches for any familiar faces and spots Hoseok, who’s a year older than Jimin but hangs out a lot in the dance studio, so, naturally, they got to know each other. He’s talking with Yoongi, another senior, who’s friends with Taehyung in some way. Which isn’t wild, really, because Taehyung is friends with everyone. Taehyung is friends with the teachers.

He -- Yoongi, that is -- used to have pink hair. Now he’s sporting some pastel mint shade, which looks really cool. He’s about the same height as Jimin, which is to say: not very tall, but where for Jimin it makes him look the least intimidating or hardcore as possible, it doesn’t for Yoongi. He looks… well, cool. He gives off that whole ‘don’t fuck with me because I’ve seen every episode of Criminal Minds twice, and I know twenty-seven ways of destroying you without leaving any evidence’-vibe that Jimin sadly can only dream of ever achieving. (He’s not fooled by Yoongi’s frightening demeanor, though, knowing full well he’s as soft as they come. Taehyung once compared him to mashed potatoes and the fact he lived to see another day really just proves how Yoongi wouldn’t hurt a fly.)

The song fades out and a new one comes on. It takes Jimin a few seconds to recognise it, then he realises it’s Walking on the Moon by Police. Goddamn Kim Taehyung, he probably created a whole playlist just with space related song titles. Which, once he thinks about it, isn’t all that surprising.

He goes to the table to get a cupcake and smiles softly as he sees how they all have planets and stars and moons drawn on them in icing. Beside them is a bowl with small Milky Way and Mars chocolate bars. Taehyung has really put his everything into this, God bless his loving soul.

Jimin takes one with a comet and goes to sit down beside Hoseok.

“Jiminie! Hi!” he smiles brightly at him, his smile almost blinding Jimin. Hoseok and Taehyung are very alike in that department, all human sunshine.

“Hi hyung,” Jimin says, smiling back at him. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” Hoseok says. “The musical’s coming up so there’s a lot of shit to do but I’m living, I love it. And now Taehyung’s making this club, and I even talked Yoongi hyung into going with me, so everything’s cool.”

“I can’t believe I’m here,” Yoongi interrupts in a mutter from his slouched position, groaning. “At least there’s cake.”

“Aw, shut up,” Hoseok says, clapping Yoongi’s shoulder. “I’m here, and Taehyung is here -- it’s even his club, and you want to support it, and you love both of us. You’re so full of love, hyung, stop trying to deny it.” He grins at Yoongi, then looks back at Jimin. “Anyway, how are you, Jiminie?”

“I’m fine too,” Jimin says, nodding at him. “Tae’s really excited about this club, I’m glad you guys are here.”

“At least someone is,” Yoongi says, and Hoseok elbows him in the side and smiles at Jimin, telling him how he’s happy too. “I’m really excited; space is so cool!”

That seems to summon Taehyung, who’s suddenly right in front of them, waving and smiling brightly as he jerks his head up and down. “Space is the coolest,” he says. “It’s just… out there. Endless. There’s so much of it, did you know the number of stars is uncountable? That’s, like, infinity x infinity. My mind is exploding. I love space.”

“You seem to be in the right place then,” Jimin says, squinting at the equally colorful banner akin to the ones in the hallway hanging at the front of the room. “Star Fuckers: The Out Of This World Astronomy Club.”

“You like the name?” Taehyung asks, winking at him.

“What do you think, dumbass?” Jimin says.

“Well, I think, personally, that you love the name, and that you love the intelligent, witty, and overall dashing young man that came up with it!”

Jimin groans. “You are too much,” he says.

“As you like them best,” Taehyung grins at him, then swirls around and claps his hands. “All right, hi. Thank you so much for showing up to Star Fuckers: The Out Of This World Astronomy Club, and I promise it will be out of this world. I’m Taehyung, founder of this swag brotherhood--”

Jimin groans and lets out a quiet, “please don’t use the word ‘swag’” under his breath. “It makes you sound like Jeongguk.”

Taehyung coughs, grinning at Jimin. “As I was saying, I’m Taehyung and I’m the founder of this dollar sign W A G club, and I’m really stoked about it! There’s going to be a meteor shower in a couple of weeks which we’re going to go see and otherwise we’re just going to, like, chill and have fun and talk about space. And planets. Black holes and stars and aaaall that bomb ass stuff!”

Hoseok lets out a cheer and Jimin gives him thumbs up before Taehyung wraps up his little speech. “So go get cupcakes -- they’re really good, I baked ‘em myself after my old mama’s recipe -- and sit down and knock yourself out, have a party.”

He swivels around another time and grabs two cupcakes, then drags a chair with him and dumps down beside Yoongi.

“Yoongi hyung,” he says, smiling at him. “Awesome to see you. What convinced you to come?” He takes a large bite of his first cupcake, one decorated with tiny stars.

Yoongi looks at Taehyung, looks at Hoseok, looks at his hands, looks back at Taehyung. “Wanted to see for myself what stupid ass shit you were up to this time,” he says dryly. “Better keep an eye on you, you know, especially if you’re gonna do something embarrassing… wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

“Aw, look at you sweet-talking me,” Taehyung brightly replies, licking frosting from his fingers. “Needs a bit of work here and there, but overall you’re on your way.”

“Every second I spend with you is filled with so much regret,” Yoongi says coldly.

Jimin and Hoseok are both trying not to laugh.

“See that right there,” Taehyung says, jabbing his sticky fingers in Yoongi’s face, “is the opposite of what you want. You should try something like ‘aw Taehyungie, that shirt looks so nice on you’ or ‘wow TaeTae, this club is so cool, and these cupcakes taste so nice! Well done, hot stuff.’”

“You’re so full of yourself,” Yoongi pushes his hand away from his face with a grimace, shaking his head slowly, and Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, but is met with Yoongi’s hand flatly against his mouth. “Don’t,” he says. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t.”

Jimin throws his head back in laughter, squeaking and quickly covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

The door is slammed open and a panting voice fills the room, “Is this the astronomy club?”

They all look up at the intrusion and are met by the sight of two boys, the panting one pressing one hand against his eye and the other looking at him like he ruined his day. Jimin recognises the panting one as Namjoon or something like that; he’s seen him around school a couple of times, often with Yoongi.

“You better be glad you left the knitting needles in there or I would’ve stabbed you in the other eye,” the second one, whom Jimin doesn’t know, says. “I’d been looking forward to that class!”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon gets out. “I’m sorry, oh my God, I was trying to get to the astronomy club, but I got lost and I ended up in there and I couldn’t make myself leave, so I just-- and the yarn--and the needles-- my eye.”

“What’s going on?” Jeongguk croaks out from somewhere in the back, and where did he even come from? Has he been here all the time? Jimin looks over at him, and he looks like he just woke up; his hair is all mussed up and his eyes are squeezed half shut.

“Eh,” Namjoon says, looking around the room. “Is this the astronomy club?” he repeats.

“Yes!” Taehyung grins cheerily. “Welcome to Star Fuckers: The Out Of This World Astronomy Club. I’m Taehyung! Happy to see you here.”

“Oh, thank God,” Namjoon says. “Oh, thank God.”

Jimin has no idea what’s happening.

“Joonie, what the fuck is going on?” Yoongi echoes his thoughts as Taehyung asks for their names.

“I’m Seokjin,” Namjoon’s companion says. “And I’m only here because this moron got us both kicked out of the knitting club by stabbing himself in the fucking eye.”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon repeats.

“How did you even manage to get lost,” Jin continues. “We passed, like, sixteen obnoxiously neon coloured signs on our way here.”

“I,” Namjoon starts. “I don’t know. Please, I’m doing my best.”

Seokjin sighs.

“Do you want cake?” Taehyung pipes up, going to the table to grab the tray and walking over to them. “I baked them myself.”

“They’re really good,” Hoseok says.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says, reaching out to take a cupcake.

“Ah, these look good,” Seokjin says, grabbing one as well. “So. Since we’re here anyway, let’s see what this club’s all about.”

“Yes,” Taehyung says, handing the tray to Hoseok so he can clap his hands. “This is the first meeting of the astronomy club that I’ve just founded, everything’s going to be super fun and chillax, we’ll talk about space and stuff! Maybe we’ll calculate the distance to the sun or build a model of the milky way out of spaghetti, also in a couple of weeks there’ll be this meteor shower that we definitely need to go to.” He pauses to take a breath and flash a winning smile at Jin. “Doesn’t it sound awesome?”

“Yes,” Jeongguk pipes up again. “Sounds fascinating, hyung. Can I go back to sleep?”

“I am so glad to be here,” Namjoon says, quietly, but with a lot of feeling.

“I am so glad you're here,” Taehyung grins at him, giving him two thumbs up.

Namjoon rips off another chunk of his cupcake and puts it into his mouth. They all move to the chairs again and sit down, more or less in a circle shape.

“The Universe," Namjoon starts in a deep voice, looking focused at the cake in his hand. Everything seems to stop as everyone turns their attention to him curiously. Or in Yoongi’s case, resignedly with a muttered ‘here we go.’ “Is a laboratory that reveals the behavior of matter and radiation under intense pressure, temperature, and density, far more extreme than can be replicated on Earth. Depending on its mass, a star ends its life as a spinning white dwarf, neutron star, or black hole. The strength of gravity near these compact dead stars is so high that we can observe consequences of the bending of space-time.”

“...Wow,” Taehyung says, mouth dropping open as he looks at Namjoon with wide eyes. “That's so fascinating, hyung... How do you know that stuff?”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mutters under his breath and Jimin catches his eyes as he rolls them.

“I know,” Jimin mouths, smiling softly at Yoongi.

“And,” Namjoon continues, pausing for a long moment as he stares at his cupcake. “It just reminds me of us as human beings, you know? We're also under intense pressure, from both within ourselves and from the people around us; both the people we know and love but also society as a whole.”

“Yeah…” Taehyung says astonished, still looking at him with wide eyes. “That's so wild…”

“Today was so much fun!” Taehyung says on the other end of the line.

“I know,” Jimin agrees. He's really happy about how people showed up for the club and them all liking it there; eating Tae's cakes, talking, laughing a lot--it had been good. He's glad it was good because Taehyung really, really wanted it to be good.

“So, wanna hang out tomorrow?” Taehyung asks.

“I always wanna hang out with you,” Jimin says. “But I don't know if I can tomorrow, I’m drowning in homework, man, and there's dance, too. I mean, you could join there if you wanna, though it's kinda boring just to watch, I guess.”

“No, I'll come!” Taehyung lets out quickly, making Jimin smile. Sometimes he'll come along and just sit on the side as Jimin practices, play Candy Crush on his phone or read for history class or work on assignments. It's nice, Jimin thinks -- but, then, obviously it's nice, because it's Taehyung, and Jimin wants to be with Taehyung all the time -- even if it's not just them hanging out and talking and playing video games; it's just as nice being in the same room while focused on different things. Tae's presence is just… a good thing. A calming thing.

“Awesome,” Jimin says. “You can do homework or something.”

“Only losers and virgins do homework,” Taehyung says, and Jimin knows he's rolling his eyes.

“Exactly,” Jimin deadpans. “So, you can do homework tomorrow.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung laughs. “I'm not doing homework.”

“I know,” Jimin groans. “You never do, and you still get straight A's. Fucking unbelievable and unfair.”

Taehyung laughs again, “What can I say, bro, only losers need to do homework.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That's mean,” Taehyung says, and Jimin can hear he's rolling over in bed. “We'll see each other at lunch as well, though, right?”

“Of course!” Jimin says. “As always.”

“As always,” Taehyung says. “Dude, not to get fake deep on a Wednesday, but it's going to be so weird when high school ends.”

“I know…” Jimin agrees. They're in their third year, so it’s not really a pressing matter yet. But still.

“I just mean, like, it's been you and me every day for so long, you know? It's going to be really different, I don't know. I hope we'll stay best friends.”

“We’re going to stay best friends,” Jimin presses, ignoring how his tongue almost trips over the words, trying to turn the best into boy. “As much of a pain in the ass that you are, I can't live without you.”

“Aw, thanks,” Taehyung says. “Can't live without you either. Man, can you even imagine? I'd fucking end up in the middle of some field somewhere and all I have in my backpack is a two-year-old cup of ramen and a string of lace. I'd try to climb a tree, but this bear would appear out of nowhere, and I'd lose to it in a fist fight. I'd die in the wilderness, uncooked noodles lying beside me.”

Jimin starts laughing, so hard he squeaks and immediately covers his face in embarrassment. “Please,” he gets out. “You'd win over a bear any day, I have faith in you.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung says. “That was the proper response and why you are my best friend.”

“You're so fucking weird," Jimin grins. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

“Honestly, your life would be so boring," Taehyung laughs, or more like giggles. "Okay listen, would you rather: fist fight a bear in a Walmart parking lot OR --" he pauses for a second for dramatic effect "-- go to the mall and enter every single shop dressed in a bear costume while you yodel?"

“I--” Jimin begins, closing his mouth again to think for a second. This -- these ridiculous 'would you rather' questions --  is as much a tradition as their exchange of I LOVE YOUs is.

“Okay, option one would probably physically get me murdered,” Jimin says. “But would option two be worth it? I would have to live with the shame. Would I want that? I would be alive, but at what cost?”

“Yeah, that's up to you,” Taehyung says. “Kinda the point of this whole game.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin says. “All right, I'd fight the fucking bear. Go big or go home.”

“Good choice,” Taehyung hums. “Only virgins and losers would go with option two.”

“Taehyung, you do realise I am both of those things, right?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees. “But I like you, so it's chill. I'll have one virgin loser friend.”

“You’re friends with Jeongguk.”

“All right,” Taehyung snorts. “I guess I'll have two virgin loser friends. Jeez, you're all so demanding.”

“Really makes you think, huh?” Jimin says. “The people you surround yourself with, the ones you call your friends… Don't they say something about you, like, as a person?”

“Are you trying to insinuate that I am a virgin loser, Park Jimin?”

“Oh, no,” Jimin says, biting his lip as not to laugh. “Absolutely not, I'd never. I just find it interesting, is all.”

Then Taehyung starts laughing, and Jimin starts laughing too; so loud and hard it hurts, but in a good way. Jimin thinks for a second how a lot of things with Taehyung hurts, but in a good way. It keeps him up at night sometimes, just how much he loves him, and how scary it is. It hurts. He feels like he’s still too young to be feeling anything this much.

“I swear to God,” Taehyung gets out between fits of laughter. Jimin just giggles softly in return, smiling dumbly at his wall.

“I guess we can be losers together,” Taehyung says, exhaling dramatically.

“I'd like that,” Jimin says. “Can it last for a long time?”

“Demanding again,” Taehyung says. “I guess I'll indulge you. If you ask very nicely.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin laughs. “I don't even like you.” A blatant lie. And Jimin's pretty sure everyone but Taehyung knows by now. His fucking mom asked him about it the other day -- “you really like Taehyung, don't you? You should ask him out. He's a lovely kid, you'd make a beautiful couple.”

“I guess,” Taehyung says theatrically and Jimin knows he's about to act out some stupid soap opera-esque monologue. “All this time-- meant nothing to you. Hmph. I see that's how it is, of course, I meant nothing-- everything we shared? The love? And you never even cared. Park Jimin, you--”

“Please, shut up, Jesus,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. Taehyung is too much.

“Tae is fine.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jimin groans again. “How do you even have friends?”

“Dunno," Taehyung says. “I like to think it's because I'm witty and naturally charming and on top of that, I have my good looks, but will we ever truly know? Isn't that another one of life's greatest mysteries?”

“Please…” Jimin says. “All right, it's getting late, you should sleep.”

“Only virgins and lo--”

“Yes, yes,” Jimin laughs. “Only virgins and losers sleep, I know. Let me rephrase then: it's getting late, I'm going to sleep.”

“You just outed yourself as a loser,” Taehyung says. “I'm shocked. I'm not sure we can be friends anymore.”

“So everything works out in the end,” Jimin deadpans. “I get sleep and rid of you, at the same time! Perfect. I'm hanging up and going to bed.”

“I'll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Jimin agrees. “Goodnight, I LOVE YOU!”

“I love you too,” Taehyung says quietly. Jimin can hear the soft smile in his voice.

“I’m so glad you all showed up again,” Taehyung says, smiling brightly at them and looking genuinely pleased.

It's been a week since the first meeting of the astronomy club, and today they’re repeating the success. It’s all the same people as last time -- even the hot guy Namjoon got from the knitting club with whom he has apparently also been hanging out in their free time. (“Well, I can’t really go back to the knitting club,” he’d said. “So I might as well hang out here. It was pretty nice last time.”

Taehyung had agreed. “Right,” he’d said. “Wasn’t it? I knew you’d love it here, hyung.”)

“What are we doing today?” Jeongguk says, actually sitting up as a part of the group this time. Jimin is pretty surprised since Jeongguk had whined a lot about having to come again -- “Tae, I swear, this is my only free time, I could be napping. Or watching anime.”

Taehyung had looked at him for a second, then solemnly said, “All right, I see your point. But, I raise you an even more compelling point: space!”

Jeongguk had whined, then muttered something like ‘all right, whatever, I'll come to your nerd ass club.

So Jimin is surprised when he actually seems to be participating.

“Well, I brought spaghetti, popsicle sticks, and superglue if you wanna build a model of the Milky Way with me.”

“That’s not possible,” Yoongi says, looking at Taehyung like he just heard the dumbest thing he’s heard in his entire life. Jimin finds that that’s often how Yoongi looks at Taehyung.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, huh,” Taehyung shoots back and winks at Yoongi. Exaggeratedly.

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“To be honest, that sounds awesome,” Hoseok says, and Jimin doesn’t miss how Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Did you bring paint?”

“Who do you think I am?” Taehyung scoffs, looking every bit offended. “Of course I brought paint.”

“Great,” Hoseok grins. “This is going to be so cool.”

“Agree,” Taehyung says. Jimin looks at how they’re smiling at each other, almost as if competing to outshine each other. It’s painful. He has to look away.

“This is so fucking lame,” Jeongguk grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, watch your language,” Jin says. “You're like 12 years old.”

“All right, how are you planning to go about this?” Jimin asks. “The Milky Way is, you know, massive.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Yoongi says. “It’s impossible.”

“Not with that attitude. There are many things that seem impossible only so long as one does not attempt them,” Taehyung says solemnly and Jimin breaks into a laugh.

“Actually,” Hoseok says. “Yoongi hyung might be right --” he looks at him and smiles, then looks back at Taehyung, and thus misses the way Yoongi quickly looks down in his lap “-- maybe we should start with a model of the solar system?”

“Seems rad!” Taehyung grins. “Let’s do it.”

He jumps up from his chair and does a little dance on his way to all the materials he’d brought and starts lining them up on the table.

Hoseok gets up as well and moves quickly to where Taehyung is standing.

They start fiddling with popsicle sticks, holding them up against each other in different shapes and angles, trying to decide how to do this.

Not much time passes before they’re all seated in various places in the room -- some in the middle of the floor and some on the table -- working at different parts of the model. Jimin looks up for a moment and his gaze ends on up Taehyung, who’s sitting cross-legged on a table, his eyes scrunched up and tongue-tip poking out in concentration, cheeks splattered with paint droplets.

He's so fucking cute, Jimin thinks. So stupidly, overwhelmingly, fucking cute. Jimin wants to kiss him, but he knows he shouldn't be thinking about that, because he’s supposed to move on and it’s not helping. It’s all so cliché, crushing on your best friend, it’s stupid. It’s all so stupid, when will he just get over it? But it’s so difficult when Taehyung is so nice and his hands are so holdable and his lips are always really red and then there’s his smile and his laugh and--

He shakes his head and turns his head slightly so he's no longer looking at Taehyung.

Instead, as he focuses his eyes, he sees Yoongi looking at Hoseok. And then he sees Hoseok looking up -- which makes Yoongi quickly look down at the sticks in his hands again -- and looking at Yoongi.

Huh. Cute, he thinks, resting his chin on his open palm. They're cute.

“They’re so fucking obvious,” Jeongguk mutters under his breath, looking over at Jimin. “I don’t know who they think they’re fooling.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles. “You see how they keep staring at each other and then looks down just as the other looks?”

Jeongguk looks at Taehyung for a second. “Yes,” he says, looking back at Jimin. “It’s ridiculous.”

“I agree,” Jimin says, looking from Hoseok to Yoongi. They keep stealing glances, staring at the other like they invented sunshine, Jimin swears he saw Yoongi’s mouth drop open in awe a moment ago. Jesus Christ.

Jeongguk groans, then looks down at the painting brush and popsicle sticks in his hands again. “I fucking hate my life.”

“We should do something,” Jimin says. “Like an intervention. Lock them in a closet together or something.”

“Dude,” Jeongguk’s head shoots back up, eyes glinting and smile spelling nothing but trouble. “Yes.”

“Bet Tae will be in too,” Jimin says, grinning at Jeongguk. “Dude, it’d be so funny.”


> hey wanna skype?


> YES !!!!!


> am i gonna be third wheeling…


> ofc not ur my only one baby ;)


> block me

> please

> i’m begging


> so that’s a yes right


> yeah that’s a yes jeez

> give me a sex



> wow u rly dont wanna be third wheeling huh

> str8 up asking for a threesome

> i mean. i get it. i’m hot. it’s hard tbh being this beautiful


> pls pls pls im begging u hyung pls block me


> rihanna_hair_flip.gif


> who's fucking third wheeling now i hate u guys

Jimin opens up Skype, finds their group chat on there, and hits CALL GROUP: twenty three thousand white t-shirts here to ruin your day!!!!!

There’s some staticky sound as the call goes through properly, and then both Jeongguk and Taehyung’s faces are visible on Jimin’s screen. Taehyung is smiling widely, earphones plugged in and waving animatedly. Jimin smiles back and waves shortly.

“Heyo,” Jeongguk says, groaning as he shifts around to a more comfortable position. “What’s up?”

“Playing Candy Crush,” Taehyung says. “I’m stuck at level 285.”

“I didn’t even know there were that many levels,” Jeongguk says.

“Yeah, I live a wild life,” Taehyung says blankly. “Don’t worry though, when you’re my age--”

“Drown,” Jeongguk says, and Jimin starts laughing.

“Okay guys, I didn’t call you here to watch your strange mating ritual or whatever,” he says.

Jeongguk splutters and looks directly at Jimin with wide eyes. “You insult me,” he says. “Taehyung’s not my type.”

“Hey, easy tiger,” Taehyung says. “I’m everyone’s type.”

“Just because Jimin is your entire world and the only one you see doesn’t mean you can just base your assumption about ‘everyone’ on him…”

Jimin’s face turns red and he looks down, groaning something that sounds like ‘shut up.’ Jeongguk is always like this; bringing up Jimin’s stupid crush in every way possible, groaning about how they should just get a room already and complaining about how he’s third-wheeling.

“Anyway,” Jimin says. “Hoseok hyung and Yoongi hyung, that’s why we’re here.”

“Are they dating?” Taehyung yells out immediately. “Did you catch them making out? Finally?”

“No, that’s the problem,” Jimin says. “They keep staring at each other and eyefucking and being incredibly not subtle about how into each other they are… But they won’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah, it’s incredible,” Jeongguk says. “How obvious and yet oblivious some people can be. Absolutely blows my mind. So frustrating to watch.”

“I know,” Taehyung agrees and Jeongguk’s eyes roll back so far Jimin is worried they’ll get stuck.

“So what about them then?” Taehyung asks, ignoring Jeongguk’s antics. He doesn’t know what’s up with him anyway.

“Jeongguk and I were talking,” Jimin begins, and Taehyung’s mouth stretches, if possible, into an even wider smile.

“I’m listening,” he says mischievously. “Go on.”

“We’re gonna lock them in a goddamn closet,” Jeongguk says.

Immediately, Taehyung whoops loudly and starts clapping. “YES!” he grins. “I’m so here for this. Yoongi’s going to slaughter us when he gets out, but it’s going to be so worth it.”

“Nah, we’re safe,” Jeongguk says. “He’ll be too busy getting his dick sucked to do us any fatal harm.”

Taehyung lets out another of his loud, booming laughs, the ones that make Jimin’s heart swell in his chest. “Okay, next club meeting,” he starts. “What if I say we need some stuff that I can’t carry myself, so I ask them to come help me and then when they’re in the closet to get it we shut the door and BOOM SLAM, fuckers get stuck!”

“Good,” Jimin says. “What are you going to say we need though?”

“I’ll say it’s a secret,” Taehyung says, after a second of consideration. “That I have something super awesome planned, but it’s no fun if I reveal it.”

“Good plan,” Jimin agrees. “What about the club though?”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” Taehyung says. “Can’t we just leave them and then hang with Namjoon hyung and Jin hyung?”

“Uh, I guess,” Jeongguk says.

“Namjoon hyung is always so interesting to talk with.”

“I never understand a word he’s saying,” Jeongguk says. “But yeah sure.”

“All right, I have to go,” Jimin says, a couple of hours later. They’d quickly moved from their plans about Yoongi and Hoseok on to other topics; Taehyung complaining about getting paired up with someone mean in chemistry and Jeongguk spending ten solid minutes talking about the latest episode of his favourite anime and how the characterisation of the main character had been inconsistent with everything from the entire previous season.

“I LOVE YOU!” Taehyung belts out, winking exaggeratedly at the screen.

“I love you too,” Jimin says quietly, smiling at him.

“Ugh, God,” Jeongguk groans. “You guys are disgusting. I’m fucking hanging up.”

“Love you too Guk-ah,” Taehyung laughs. “Honey muffin, sugar plum, my baby.”

“I said I’m fucking hanging up,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, groaning another time. “Bye, losers.”

“Goodnight,” Jimin says. “Love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” Jeongguk says, then disconnects the call on his end so it’s just Taehyung’s face on Jimin’s screen now.

“Goodnight,” Jimin repeats. He runs his hand through his hair and bites his lip as he looks at Tae’s face on the screen.

“Goodnight,” Taehyung says, staring back at Jimin.

“Are you going to hang up?” Jimin says after a long moment. He feels something shift in his stomach, which he hopes doesn’t translate into his voice. He hopes he’s just imagining it shaking.

“Are you?” Taehyung asks cheekily, winking at Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t say anything, just looks at Taehyung, eyes filled with all the softness in the world. Taehyung is so pretty, he thinks. So, so pretty. He wants to kiss him so bad. He thinks about running over there, knocking on his window and just going for it, kissing him right there.

He’s thought of it so many times it’s getting old.

He doesn’t know if he’s ever going to do it, he doesn’t think so. Because he’s trying to  put the feelings to a rest, that’s right. Right. He clears his throat. Back to that.

Taehyung is still just looking at him, then he hums softly. “You know,” he says quietly. “We can just keep the call going. While we sleep.”

Oh. Jimin tries to will the blush away, because he’s not going to get flustered about his best friend casually suggesting they fall asleep together on Skype, he’s not. It could be a loaded suggestion but it’s not. Don’t make it weird, Jimin, please. Don’t go there.

“Sure,” he gets out, his voice cracking. He curses himself. Fucking keep it together, Park Jimin. It’s a cute idea; they’ve done it before. Often during thunderstorms, they’d let the call keep going as they fell asleep--it’d be almost like the other was there, comforting and safe and all curled up into each other; protective.

So it’s not a weird suggestion. Since neither of them are making any move to hang up, it even makes sense. Still, though, Jimin feels… it feels couple-y. And he knows him and Taehyung do a lot of couple-y things; even if everyone wasn’t constantly pointing it out, it’s not like Jimin would be able to not think about it--it’s a constant tangible reminder of how they are couple-y, but they aren’t a couple. It hurts, but it’s whatever. He’s good. It’s fine.

And this, too, feels couple-y. But it’s whatever. He is good. It’s fine.

Therefore he repeats, “Sure,” and gives a small smile to the screen. “I need to brush my teeth.”

“Go do it,” Taehyung says. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Normally, Jimin would have to drag himself back out of bed and into the bathroom, but right now he all but jumps up and just gets out there, because this is making his head spin and heart hurt and he needs to calm down and not cry.

He hates that this is how it is, because Taehyung is so nice and great and cool and the best friend in the world and Jimin loves him and he’s thankful he gets to be friends with him.

And he’s angry with himself for constantly making it awkward by having all those gross feelings. If he could just appreciate Taehyung in a strictly platonic fashion as he’s supposed to, that’d be fucking great, thanks.

He sits down on the bathroom floor, cross-legged and with his elbows leaning on his knees so he can hide his face in his hands. All right, he thinks. Don’t cry. Don’t make it weird. Just act fucking normal, it’s no big deal. You could just say no, he argues with himself. You could just hang up, you could even hang up and blame it on bad connection.

Why’d he have to go and catch fucking feelings for his best friend? Like, it’s understandable, he supposes, since it’s Taehyung, and he really is the whole package: beautiful, smart, loving, kind-hearted, funny, he’s--

This? This is not helping.

All right, Park Jimin, get up and brush your goddamn teeth. You’ve got this.

He gets up. He looks at himself in the mirror. He picks up his toothbrush, puts on toothpaste, puts it into his mouth and starts brushing.

Taehyung is his best friend. They’re just going to Skype till they’re both asleep and potentially wake up and carry on the call with morning voices and bedhead, it’s chill.

It’s no big deal. They have sleepovers and cuddle all the time, Christ. Just get over it.

He steels himself and opens the bathroom door again.

“All right guys,” Taehyung begins, clapping his hands together. “I have something super awesome planned but I need help to carry it here. Yoongi hyung and Hobi hyung will you help?”

Hoseok immediately stops what he’s doing and jumps up from where he’s sitting, grinning widely at Taehyung. “Of course!” he says.

Yoongi frowns, squinting and looking suspicious. “I guess so…” he hesitates, slowly standing up as well.

“Awesome, it’s just down here--” Taehyung starts saying as he moves back out the room, gesturing for them to follow. “-- Yes, yes, it’s just in here, there’s a couple of boxes so if you just go in and take them, then--” He points into a storage closet of sorts, and Yoongi raises his eyebrow at him before carefully stepping inside. When Hoseok is inside as well, Taehyung slams the door loudly, and stands in front of it as barricade.

Jimin and Jeongguk is there too then, dragging two chairs over to place in front of the door. All three of them are laughing as Yoongi swears on the other side. “You motherfucking punk ass pieces of shit better run and hide,” he’s saying and Taehyung is doubling over in laughter.

“‘Cause when I get out of here, you are dead.”

“Have fun in there, hyung,” Taehyung sing-songs, and Yoongi lets out another string of curse words.

“So…” They hear Hoseok say through the door. “Looks like we’ll be here for a while, huh?”

Taehyung looks up when he hears a knock on his window. He goes to see who’s there and is met by the sight of Yoongi standing in front of him, arms crossed and staring.

“Hyung,” he says, cracking open the window and flashing a huge smile. “Are you trying to woo me?”

“I’m going to punch you in the throat,” Yoongi says coldly.

“Wow,” Taehyung says. “You’re really bad at this... “

“I swear to God,” Yoongi begins. “Your punk ass better let me in right now or I’m telling your mom everything.”

“Everything what?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head in confusion.


“Oh shit,” Taehyung mutters, pushing the window open further and moving aside so Yoongi can crawl in. He sits back down on his bed and Yoongi drops down on his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Hyung, please,” Taehyung says. “I was just trying to help. You and Hobi hyung, you know what I’m saying?” He winks at him.

“I will cut you up.”

“That’s not very nice of you,” Taehyung says, pouting.

“Listen kid,” Yoongi says. “You can’t even help yourself.”

His pout deepens as he stares longingly out of the window and thinks about how Jimin would’ve come to rescue him if he hadn’t gone to sleep an hour ago. Then, he gets an idea. His mouth slowly stretches into a smile as he turns his attention back to Yoongi. “I have an idea.”

Yoongi raises his right eyebrow slowly. “Not sure I really wanna hear this, but carry on.”

“Okay, so what if instead of you killing me, we make a deal,” Taehyung says, and Yoongi looks even more skeptical than before. “If you ask Hobi hyung out, I ask Jiminie out. And vice versa. If either of us does it, the other has to.”

Taehyung knows Yoongi is never going to do shit, so he’s safe. He is genuinely considering, though, to ask Jimin out, just to force Yoongi to do something though. But he won’t, because he knows Jimin doesn’t like him like that and he doesn’t want to make things weird.

“I don’t see how that’s--” Yoongi says, then stops in his tracks. “You know what? Whatever. Fine. Cool. Deal.”

“For real? You won’t kill me?”

“Would I do that, dumbass?” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. “Why aren't you asleep, by the way? It’s like half past two.”

Taehyung just stares at him for a moment. “You’re the one who showed up at my window,” he says then, very slowly.


“I don’t know,” Taehyung says.

“Huh,” Yoongi says. “All right, if that’s all, I guess I’ll leave you to it.”

“You’re still the one that showed up at my window.”

“Yes,” Yoongi says. “And now I’m the one climbing out of it again and heading back to bed.” He gets up and moves to the window, jumping up and climbing through. Outside again, he looks into the room and grins at Taehyung. “Dream about your boyfriend,” he laughs, then salutes and turns around, moving away quickly.

Taehyung wants to call out how Jimin isn’t his boyfriend, but he’s scared he’ll wake his family -- or worse, Jimin -- so he doesn’t say anything, just awkwardly bites his lower lip. Goddamn it, Min Yoongi.

The day has finally arrived, they're going to see the meteor shower. They're all meeting up at Jin’s place, because he's the one with the car.

Taehyung and Jimin are walking there together, because they’re literally neighbours so they might as well.

“Are you ready?” Taehyung asks quietly, smiling down at Jimin.

“Yeah,” he says. “Are you?”

“Of course,” Taehyung grins excitedly. “I’m so pumped. It’s going to be so sick!”

“Yes,” Jimin agrees. “It’ll be pretty cool.”

They walk the rest of the way more or less in silence, but a comfortable one. It’s always comfortable with Taehyung, Jimin thinks. He's home, safe; nothing is ever bad with him.

They get there, and everyone else is already there besides Jeongguk.

from: geo dude

> i swear im on my way give me FIVE!!!

“Oh, he’s on his way,” Jimin says, holding up his phone.

“Cool,” Hoseok says.

“All right, we might as well start stacking the car,” Jin says. “It's not that big so you'll have to sit in layers.”

“That's fine,” Taehyung says. “Jimin can just sit on me, he’s so tiny I won’t even feel it.”

Kim Taehyung, what the fuck? Jimin is pretty sure he's going to die.

“Great,” Jin says. “You two can sit behind the passenger seat then and then Hobi and Yoongi can be in the back as well. Namjoon can sit in front, and since Jeongguk is late he’ll have to sit on him. Sounds good.”

“Are you implying sitting on me is a punishment?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jin in betrayal.

“Absolutely,” Jin agrees. “Now all you losers get in, get in.” He gestures to the car and everyone starts scrambling to open the doors and get inside.

“Cool, I’m comfy,” Taehyung says. “You can come in Jimin.” He pats his thighs with both hands. Jimin wants to drown in lava.

No, you know what? It's fine, actually, because Jimin is not a child and he can sit on his crush’s lap for an hour without thinking anything more of it. The car is small, they have to sit close. Jimin just has to stop being a baby.

He takes a deep breath and climbs inside, sitting himself down on Tae’s thighs. “Sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Taehyung asks. “Can’t even feel you, man.”

Jimin blushes, which Taehyung thankfully can't see because he's behind him. At least there’s that, he thinks. Since everything else in the universe is working against him, at least Taehyung won’t be able to see Jimin’s reaction to him, well, existing.

“Shut up,” he says quietly. “You're being stupid.”

“I’m what now?” Taehyung asks, and Jimin can hear he's smiling.

“Being stupid,” Jimin repeats. “Nothing new under the sun,” he adds for good measure.

Taehyung just laughs at that, and Jimin finds it very, very hard to keep his back stiff and not settle comfortably in against Taehyung’s chest.

His breath hitches in his throat, and he feels his entire body freeze up as Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist.

All right, fuck this whole ‘this will surely be fine and Jimin will survive this trip’ thing, because no. Change of plans. He's leaving this car and going undercover, starting over in a new city.

Maybe a bit dramatic, there, but Jimin feels like he's entitled to it. Taehyung does have his arms wrapped tightly around his waist after all.

Oh shit, now he's resting his head on Jimin’s back as well.

Jimin wants to scream.

Then he inhales slowly, holds his breath for ten long seconds, and exhales slowly again. He relaxes his whole body and closes his eyes. It's fine. He's just going to fall asleep, that way he doesn't have to deal with this. Bye bye being conscious.

“Uh,” Yoongi says suddenly, biting his lip. Taehyung looks at him curiously, tilting his head a little. “By the way, Hobi… I was wondering if maybe, uh,” he pauses again, clears his throat. “Like, if you’d wanna go out with me sometime? For coffee or something? The cinema? You can say no, it’s totally fine, I was just--” He coughs, clears his throat again. “Just wondering.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops open. Holy shit. Holy shit, Yoongi just--

“Please,” Hoseok says, somehow swinging his arm around Yoongi. “That would be so nice! There’s this movie I’ve been wanting to see, are you free Saturday? Are we going to hold hands too?”

Yoongi laughs nervously and drags his hand through his hair. “I mean,” he says. “If you want to?” He looks down in his lap, then slowly back up at Hoseok. His eyes are shining and he looks so, so happy, Taehyung thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. Besides Jimin. And puppies. Okay, he thinks it’s the third cutest thing in the world.

“YES!” Hoseok beams excitedly, mouth stretched into a smile so wide Taehyung’s scared it’ll break his face. “Please, I want that. Maybe we should practice now, though? I mean, so we’re good at it on Saturday…” He’s still grinning, and Yoongi looks down in embarrassment, his cheeks burning. He holds out his hand for Hoseok to take, and when he does he laces their fingers together tightly. He squeezes as he smiles up at Hoseok.

Then, he quickly glances over at Taehyung, and the bastard has the nerve to smirk.

Taehyung gulps. Fuck. “Why am I,” he groans, letting his head fall against Jimin’s back, “like Jimin says, a fucking dumbass?”

“Huh?” Jimin whines sleepily, startled and awoken by Taehyung suddenly speaking. His deep voice echoes in his ears. He rubs his eyes and cuddles back into Tae’s chest, yawning softly. “What’s up?”

“Why am I a fucking dumbass?” Taehyung repeats, regretting every choice he’s made from birth to this very moment. Jimin is in his lap and he’s cuddling closer to him and he has to ask him out. He has to ask him out. He’s going to die. How is he going to ask him out?

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Jimin hums as he lets his eyes fall close again. “I like your dumb ass. S’cute. Are we there soon, do I have to wake up?”

Taehyung is so shook, convinced the only reason he hasn’t fallen down his seat is because Jimin is sitting on top of him. Jimin just called him cute. In his sleepy voice. Oh shit, boy.

“No, you can sleep,” he says softly, and he has to force himself to hold back the pet name that almost slips out as well. He’s not even going to say which one it is because it’s too extra.

“Mm’kay,” Jimin says, and judging on his voice he’s already half unconscious again. When Jimin sleeps, he breathes really evenly, and Taehyung thinks it’s the most calming and endearing thing in the world. Whenever they have sleepovers, he matches his breathing with Jimin’s to fall asleep.

He slowly lifts his hand and softly runs it through Jimin’s hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

Jeongguk coughs and Taehyung looks up. Everyone (besides Jin, because eyes on the road) is staring at him.

“Oh,” he says intelligently, quickly withdrawing his fingers from Jimin’s hair. He feels very much like a child caught stealing cookies. “I was just--” he says, but gives up. He doesn’t know what to say.

Yoongi catches his eye and raises his eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything. He just smirks, then turns his attention back to Hoseok. Gross.

The meteor shower is incredible. Taehyung is so in awe of it all, he can barely stay still. “This is so wild,” he says, and his face is radiating so much excitement Jimin can’t help the fond expression on his face. Taehyung is so pretty. Taehyung is so passionate.

Yoongi and Hoseok hold hands, and everyone makes fun of them. Jin is the worst of them, acting out the Cool Mom scene from Mean Girls, asking if they need anything -- some snacks? A condom? Yoongi tells him to shut the fuck up, but his face is burning and he keeps staring down at his lap. Hoseok just laughs it off and swings his arm around Yoongi, pulling him into a hug.

An ache settles deep in Jimin’s stomach, a loneliness despite being surrounded by people -- he looks at Taehyung, and he looks at Hoseok and Yoongi cuddled up, and he looks back at Taehyung, and he suddenly feels like nothing in the world is ever going to be right again. It’s like there’s a hole in his chest that’s never, ever going to be full or go away.

He shakes his head roughly, counts to five, then pushes Jeongguk by the shoulder and asks what he’s up to.

“Um,” he hesitates, squinting his eyes at Jimin. “I’m watching this meteor shower? What am I supposed to be up to?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin shrugs. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, looking back up at the sky. “It’s pretty tight.”

Taehyung glares at Jeongguk. They're all together for another club meeting, but they're not all sitting together. Hoseok and Yoongi are sitting together on the floor, supposedly doing homework though Taehyung is pretty sure neither of them are focusing very much on inflectional morphemes.

Namjoon and Jin are at a table, Jin eating something that looks incredibly delicious and Namjoon going off on a tangent about metaphysical existentialism, or some other deep shit like that.

This would be the ideal situation for Taehyung to ask Jimin out if Jeongguk wasn’t there with them. Thus, Taehyung glares at him again.

Thankfully, ever observant Jeon Jeongguk seems to get the hint, and looks around the room. “I’m gonna go talk to, uh,” he says, looking desperately between everyone else. “Jin hyung. I’m gonna go talk to Jin hyung, because he has food, so… So I’m going to go get some of that. Goodbye!” He awkwardly does jazz hands and moves to where Jin and Namjoon are sitting.

So it's just Jimin and Taehyung now. The ideal occasion to ask him out.

Taehyung has it all planned out too. They're going to go stargazing, because he's a sucker for all that romantic shit and he knows Jimin is as well. It'll be mad cute, and if he's lucky they might even end up kissing. That would be so wonderful. Jimin has really kissable lips, it's stupid. Who even has lips like that? Fucking surreal.

So it's going to be great. He just needs to ask and then, of course, Jimin has to say yes.

Which is where everything gets a bit more tricky. Because in which alternative universe would Jimin -- beautiful, beautiful, wonderful, lovely Jimin -- say yes to a date with Taehyung?

Exactly. And it’s not like Taehyung is unlikeable and incapable of scoring a date in general -- frankly, he’s had multiple people ask him out and he’s even gone out with a couple of them. He’s attractive, he knows that, and he’s a nice person. On top of that, he’s a people person, which never hurts either when it comes to this kind of stuff. It’s just that Taehyung won’t be able to score a date with Jimin. It’s not that nobody could ever have a crush on Taehyung, it’s just that Jimin couldn’t.

Jimin is out of his league, essentially, is what he’s getting at. Plus he probably sees him more as a brother than a possible boyfriend.

It’s chill, though, he’ll get over it. Hence why he’s accepted some of the people asking him out -- not because he was actually particularly interested in them, but more because he hoped maybe dating other people would help him move on from Jimin. Which is kind of mean.

All right, at least the deal he struck with Yoongi only involved him asking (and that way completely humiliate himself publicly) and not getting a yes. He just needs to get it over with.

“So,” he says, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Uh...”

“Yes,” Jimin offers easily, focusing on all his attention on Taehyung. God, he's so pretty. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed as he looks up at Taehyung with concentrated eyes, an easy smile playing on his lips. Taehyung is so fucked.

“Um, yeah,” Taehyung says. “You know what we should do sometime...? We should go stargazing! Because, like, the stars are really beautiful. And you know who else is really beautiful?” He exhales slowly, plastering on his trademark smile. “Me,” he says, because he’s too much of a coward to actually follow through with that awful pick-up line.

It had all worked so well in his mind. It had looked so good: he'd come up to Jimin and he'd asked him all out suavely, calling him beautiful and comparing him to the fucking stars, and Jimin had swooned and been overjoyed and said yes.

And here he is, fucking moron of the year, stumbling over his word and calling himself hot. Great.

The smile Jimin gives him reaches his eyes, which is Taehyung’s favourite of Jimin’s smiles, so he smiles back at him easily.

“That sounds nice,” Jimin says. “We should.”


Wait, hang on.

What the fuck?

Did Jimin just-- “Awesome!” Taehyung stutters out, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Great, awesome, yes! I'll text you the details, shit.”

“Cool,” Jimin offers in return, still smiling at him.

“All right, I’ll--” Taehyung stutters out, not knowing what to do with himself. Jimin just said yes to going stargazing with him. Jimin just said yes. Taehyung feels like his body might explode.

He pirouettes around on the spot, then says, “Yes, all right, I'll-- I'll go talk with Jin hyung too. He has food, I'll-- yes. Bye.”

“I love you!” Jimin grins at him, and Taehyung is too dazed to even try to hide the way-too-fond tone in his voice when he returns with a soft, “I love you too.”

Jimin hides his face in his hands and groans. Get it together, he tells himself. Taehyung wasn't asking you on a date -- he was talking about a possible outing for Star Fuckers: The Out Of This World Astronomy Club.

Yes, going stargazing would be an ideal date.

Yes, Taehyung would be the ideal person to go on said date with.

Yes, Taehyung did just ask if Jimin wanted to go stargazing one day.

But it's not like that. Jimin has to remind himself that it is not like that.

Taehyung founded an astronomy club, which they're currently at a meet-up for, and stargazing is one of those things you do in astronomy clubs. Hell, see, he just moved on to go talk with Jin. He's probably going to ask if they can use his car again, and after that he'll ask Yoongi and Hoseok if they want to come as well, and then Jeongguk, and then--

He groans again, drags his hands down his face, then runs them through his hair.

But to be honest, dear Universe, this is just cruel. He can deal with having a crush on Taehyung (badly, but somewhat deal nonetheless) and them doing couple-y things together, but this is too couple-y. This is almost mocking. That's cruel, Universe. So you had to create the most amazing boy in the world and dump him in Jimin's life, and you had to make him his best friend, and you had to make Jimin fall in love with him, but did you also have to have him ask that question? Was that really, truly necessary?

Whatever, it's cool. He'll cry into a bucket of ice cream and rewatch 10 Things I Hate About You when he gets home.

from: ta(mem)e

> i'm super excited for this ah i have blankets and everything! it'll be awesome

to: ta(mem)e

> me too!

> i'm coming over now is that ok?

from: ta(mem)e

> YES !!!

> come come come i miss you !!!!!

Jimin grins at his phone, then pulls on a jacket and gets out the door. He easily climbs over the fence separating their gardens and runs up to knock on Taehyung’s window.

“Hey,” he grins when Taehyung's face appears in front of him.

“Hey, stranger,” Taehyung grins back at him. “I’ll be out in a second.”

No one else is there, Jimin notices. It’s just him, and then the door opens and Taehyung is there as well. Just the two of them. “All right then,” Taehyung says, holding out his hand. “Let’s go to the roof!”

“Where’s everyone?” Jimin asks, looking very confused around.

There’s a moment of silence and a flicker of something on Taehyung’s face, “They all cancelled!” He’s smiling his boxy smile. “Couldn't come! Had homework, had other things, very sad! Sorry to disappoint, but you're stuck with just me.”

Oh. That’s--strange? It’s just going to be him and Taehyung.

Nice, though, Jimin thinks. “Okay...” he says, ignoring his brain yelling about how this is going to hurt like shit because it'll make it feel even more like a date, just the two of them together on a roof looking at stars, oh boy. But it’s not a date! What it is, though, is totally cool and fine and Jimin is also totally and completely cool and fine and not freaked out at all, what are you talking about?

Jimin puts his hand in Tae’s and lets him drag him forward. They both easily climb the tree that allows them to get on top of the roof, and when they’re up there Jimin sees Taehyung has already been up to put blankets as well as thermos with what he’s assuming is hot chocolate. Oh boy.

“Aw, this looks so nice,” is what he gets out when his vocal chords finally start cooperating again.

Taehyung smiles at him, then drags him over to the blankets and flops down. He pats the spot beside him and Jimin slowly sits down as well.

“Cute,” Taehyung says, then lies down flat on his back.

Jimin lies down next to him.

Taehyung pulls up a blanket, turning to look at Jimin. He raises his eyebrow and holds up the blanket in a silent question, and Jimin nods eagerly and smiles at him. Taehyung grins back, pulling the blanket over the both of them.

Couple-y, Jimin thinks. If someone else (Jeongguk) had been there, they would’ve fake gagged and told them to get a room, but nobody is there because they all cancelled, so it’s just Jimin alone with Taehyung, on his roof, under a shared blanket, looking at the night sky. Jimin is pretty sure he might spontaneously catch fire.

His face already feels all heated up, he’s glad the darkness of the evening disguises it. What wouldn’t Taehyung think if he saw Jimin lying so close next to him and blushing because of it? He’d think he was weird, is what. Think it was weird that Jimin had a crush on him, and he’d want Jimin to get over it and not make everything awkward.

“Do you see that?” Taehyung asks in a whisper, pointing at a cluster of stars.

“Mmm,” Jimin whispers back. “Tell me about it.”

Tae’s whole face lights up as he looks over at Jimin quickly. “It’s Andromeda,” he begins. “The brightest star is called Alpha Andromedae, which is the head of her. It’s a binary star. But there’s also Gamma Andromedae, which is riiiight there --” he says, pointing at another star. “It’s actually a multiple star, and it’s giant and orange-hued. It’s really cool!”

Jimin hums quietly, looking more at Taehyung’s face lit up with enthusiasm than the sky.

“It’s named after Andromeda in Greek mythology,” he carries on. “She was the daughter of Cassiopeia, and once Cassiopeia was boasting and saying her daughter was more beautiful than the Nereids, so Andromeda was chained to a rock and was eaten by this sea monster. Very brutal,” he adds, chuckling lightly. He looks over at Jimin, and Jimin quickly looks away and back up at the sky. Damn, close. Would’ve been awkward if Taehyung had caught him fucking staring.

“Sounds ruthless,” Jimin says. “Glad I’m not pretty enough for my mom to brag about me and have me killed by the gods.”

Well,” Taehyung says, looking over and winking at Jimin.

Jimin pushes his shoulder and tries to hide the much-too-wide and stupid smile playing on his lips. He can’t believe Taehyung turns him into some kind of giggling kindergartener with a crush.

“Aw, quick, look!” Jimin says excitedly, pointing at the sky. “Shooting star!”

“Fuck,” Taehyung says, smiling widely. “Make a wish, Jiminie.”

Jimin closes his eyes tight and he knows he’s supposed to be doing the opposite of this but Taehyung is so close to him, his body warm and solid and soft beside him, and his breathing is regular, and his deep voice is echoing as he tells stories about the constellations, and Jimin is so in love with him, so all he’s capable of thinking is: I wish he liked me back, I hope he kisses me.

“What’d you wish for?” Taehyung whispers.

“I’m not telling, dumbass,” Jimin says.

“Good,” Taehyung nods. “Because then it won’t come true.”

It won’t anyway, Jimin swallows, keeping his eyes fixed on the sky. It never will.

They’re quiet for a long time, then Taehyung, staring up at the sky, quietly whispers, “Isn't it beautiful?”

Jimin turns, “Yeah,” he says, not looking away from Taehyung. “It is.”

“They shine so bright,” Taehyung carries on. “Lighting up the whole world.”

“Yeah,” Jimin repeats dazedly. “They do.”

Taehyung looks over at him then, catching him staring.

Jimin feels his cheeks heat up, but Taehyung is too pretty for him to look away, and he’s already seen him looking anyway. His bangs are falling into his eyes and his cheeks are slightly red from the cold and he's smiling at Jimin. Softly; a smile just for the two of them.

This feels so fucking real and so much like a date and Jimin likes him so, so much he doesn't know what to do with himself. He likes him so much. He wants to kiss him so bad and he's going to blame it on Taehyung, say he poisoned the hot chocolate or some shit, but he can't stop himself from leaning closer and hovering just an inch from Taehyung's lips. They're so close.

Taehyung is still looking into Jimin's eyes. Then he's looking down at Jimin's lips and then he's licking his own and Jimin has no self-control left so he surges forward and closes the rest of the distance between them, pressing his mouth clumsily against Taehyung's.

Taehyung eagerly presses back into the kiss, his hand quickly coming up to rest on Jimin's neck, angling everything better.

Holy shit, Jimin thinks. He's kissing Taehyung. And Taehyung is kissing him back.

Before he can throw himself into a full-blown panic attack about all that by overthinking, he squeezes his eyes even more shut and just lets himself exist in this moment: Taehyung's lips against his. Taehyung licks against Jimin's lips and they pliantly fall apart as Jimin gasps softly into the kiss.

Jimin’s brain short-circuits and the only thing he can focus on is Taehyung this close to him, humming softly as he kisses him deep. Jimin is not super experienced, but this is definitely the best kiss he’s ever had.

Then Taehyung pulls away a little and Jimin is just about to pout, but his mouth is quickly back on Jimin's skin, pressing soft kisses all over his face, up his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, down his jaw, lingering on his neck and Jimin can hear sucking sounds, which means--

Holy shit. Fucking holy shit, he’s--

A moan rips itself out of Jimin’s throat and his face instantly turns bright red in embarrassment. He can feel Taehyung smiling against his skin as he continues to suck a hickey on his neck, humming quietly.

Oh God.

This is happening.

He lets his eyes fall back close and lets himself get lost in the moment again, focusing only on the slick sound of Taehyung’s tongue and lips against his skin and his own heavy breathing.

“You're so pretty, Jiminie,” Taehyung whispers, mouthing along his jaw, then hovering just above his face again. “Prettier than any star.”

Jimin whines, low in his throat, and then Taehyung’s lips are back on his and every half-coherent thought he had is gone again. Taehyung’s mouth is so hot, and Taehyung is so hot, and Taehyung is kissing him so well, and Jimin thinks he might die on this night. He's sure of it, actually. Or he’s asleep. There’s no way this can be real; Taehyung -- his perfect, perfect Taehyung -- is kissing him and calling him pretty and comparing him to the stars.


Jimin is so pretty underneath him, long lashes fluttering and casting shadows on his cheeks.

Taehyung pulls back for a second -- and he already misses the feeling of Jimin’s lips on his -- but he just has to look. He just has to see Jimin, see how he looks like this, all softly panting and whimpering because of Taehyung. Because of Taehyung.

He’s so pretty Taehyung can't breathe.

“Hng,” he lets out, pursing his lips and fluttering open his eyes. He looks up at Taehyung, cheeks red and mouth falling open.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung repeats, because even though it feels like the understatement of the year, he doesn’t know what else to say. Jimin is so pretty. Otherworldly, ethereal, an angel.

“Please,” Jimin groans, rolling his eyes before letting them drop shut again. “Shut up and kiss me again, dumbass.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to hear that twice, quickly swooping down and locking their mouths together again. Jimin parts his lips willingly and licks into Taehyung’s mouth, taking control of the kiss. Taehyung gives it up easily.

Jimin wakes up and there’s a brief second of happiness, but then everything hits him, and he's ready to Die.

He kissed Taehyung. There’s a hickey on his neck. Everything is going to fall to shit.

He’s worked so hard on getting over it and not bringing all his messy romantic feelings up because it’d ruin everything, and now? And now they've made out and made it weird.

Because Jimin is pretty sure -- knows for a fact, actually -- that Taehyung does not like Jimin romantically. They are best friends, they are bros, they’re platonic soulmates and that’s all. Last night had absolutely been a mistake on Taehyung’s behalf; he’d gotten carried away by the mood or something, maybe he’d just been kiss-deprived and Jimin was right beside him, so naturally he could kiss him and it wouldn’t mean anything.

Except it meant something for Jimin because Jimin is a fucking fool and had to go catch feelings for his best friend and then had to kiss his best friend and oh shit, he had moaned when Taehyung was giving him that hickey, he’d been so obvious--

Taehyung has to know now. Taehyung must know that Jimin likes him and he must feel really awkward about it, he’s probably lying in bed right now wondering how he’s gonna break it to Jimin that it's one-sided because Taehyung is a nice person who would wanna do it as gently as possible so as to not hurt Jimin. All this could've been avoided if Jimin had just been able to think for a fucking second and control himself.

He groans and pulls the covers over his head, hiding from the whole world. Maybe if he tells his mom, she’ll let him get a tutor and be homeschooled and never have to leave the house again. He can work out to 80s aerobic VHS tapes and spend his free time watching documentaries on Netflix, because obviously he won't be able to ever watch an anime again because it’ll remind him of Taehyung.

Doesn’t sound too bad, really. He could work with that, he could live that way.

If only his mom would ever let it happen. She won’t, she’s gonna--

Oh shit, she’s gonna see the hickey and she's gonna be looking at him like that, all knowingly and annoying. He could try to hide it, but nobody wears scarves inside their house in the morning so that’d just be even more suspicious.

Jimin’s life sucks. He can’t forget the feeling of Taehyung’s lips moving softly against his, Taehyung calling him pretty, Taehyung above him, Taehyung--

See, this was all way easier when it was only daydreams, because then he was just imagining what it would be like to kiss Taehyung (and that had been hard enough to deal with, thank you) but now he knows what it's like to kiss Taehyung. For real. Because he has kissed Taehyung. And Taehyung had also kissed him.

Jimin’s life sucks.

Oh shit, Taehyung thinks. Oh shit.

Okay, so last night was…something, surely.

On the bright side, what he'd wished upon the shooting star had come true and he’d gotten to kiss Jimin, and Jimin had seemed to like it, and Jimin had been really pretty, and Taehyung had told him he looked pretty and he’s blushed and looked even cuter, and Jimin, and Jimin, and Jimin--

On the not so bright side, Jimin had clearly not seen this as a date. He'd asked where everyone else was, which means he’d expected it to be a group thing, which means Jimin doesn’t like Taehyung like that.

Which Taehyung had known all along, obviously, he’d just been so excited and overwhelmed by Jimin saying yes to go out stargazing (clearly intended as a date) that he’d let himself trip and fall and believe that maybe Jimin could like him romantically. Maybe he even did.

But clearly he didn’t, and the whole kissing thing had been a stupid mistake and Jimin had just rolled with it because he couldn’t make himself say no.

And Taehyung had been so desperate and obvious and pathetic, Jimin must think he's the worst person on the planet. He probably doesn't even want to be friends with him anymore, which is awful, because Taehyung loves Jimin and he's his best friend, why did he have to go and mess up so bad and ruin everything?

Taehyung groans, dragging the covers over his face and hiding from the whole world. He hates himself.

He’s the worst person alive. Why'd he have to be the most cliché and hopeless romantic and fall in love with his best friend? Fucking moronic.

Jimin is right, he's a fucking dumbass.

Jimin chooses to avoid Taehyung.

It's the best and most logical thing to do, he decides. Taehyung is probably weirded out by the kiss thing and acquiring the knowledge that Jimin likes him as more than friends, so. It's best if Jimin just stays away.

So he doesn't text Taehyung.

And Taehyung doesn't text Jimin either, which is further proof that Taehyung doesn't want to talk with him anymore. If he did, he'd text him. Or call him. Or just walk over and knock on his window.

He misses him, obviously. Especially the calls -- misses all the inside jokes and the banter and the I LOVE YOUs; misses all their shared habits and strange quirks and traditions nobody but them understands.

But it’s all fine. Some distance will be good; make it easier for Jimin to move on. The fact that him and Taehyung were constantly together must be the reason he hasn't been able to move on yet, so this is all for the best. He stays radio silent and avoids Taehyung.

First major problem arises prior to the next club meeting.

Jimin doesn’t know if he should show up or not.

All right, so the obvious answer is that he shouldn't. He should stay away.

But, the club is kind of… not holy, but something. It's Taehyung’s baby, his golden project; he's poured his everything into it and he loves it, and while avoiding Taehyung in general is quite obviously sending the signal that Jimin doesn't like Taehyung, avoiding the club would be… a more explicit statement of that. And it’s not true-- Jimin fucking loves Taehyung and he misses him like hell, he’s just trying to do what’s best. He's trying to do what he thinks Taehyung would want.

And now he doesn’t know if Taehyung would want him at the club or not.

Would it be weird if Jimin isn’t there? Would everyone be asking questions and Taehyung would have to explain how Jimin is the worst person on the planet, so could you please not bring him up, I’m trying to forget he exists.

Jimin remembers Taehyung’s enthusiasm before the first meeting, how he’d begged Jimin to come because he had to be there -- and does that still count? Should Jimin still go?

Maybe he should just show up and they can pretend everything is fine so nobody asks questions. They won’t have to talk one on one, surely; it’s a group thing. They won’t have to be alone. Taehyung can actually just pretend Jimin isn’t even there if he wants.

Taehyung was not expecting Jimin to show up at Star Fuckers: The Out Of This World Astronomy Club.

Taehyung has been doing his best to avoid Jimin and Jimin hasn't initiated any kind of contact either. He's probably still grossed out by how Taehyung had kissed him. Taehyung knows he'd be, if his lifelong best friend randomly made a move on him and made out with him on a rooftop. Well, except Taehyung is in love with his lifelong friend, so he’d be overjoyed by said friend making a move, but it’s the principle of it.

So when he sees Jimin walking into the room, he’s shocked. He freezes up and it takes a second for him to remember to close his mouth.

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Or his mouth. Or any of his limbs, actually.

He doesn’t know where the boundaries are anymore. Normally, he’d run to Jimin and either fling himself on top of him or lift Jimin up to spin him around while rambling excitedly about something ridiculous he'd found on Wikipedia and yelling that he loves him.

He wants to do just that. He wants to go back to how things were because he misses Jimin more than he's capable of putting into words, but he doesn't want to make Jimin uncomfortable. He already made him uncomfortable by kissing him -- and he really can’t stop thinking about that, how pretty he’d looked beneath Taehyung, all flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes and soft moans of please -- so he doesn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable by pretending nothing happened. Because something did happen: Taehyung made it very clear that he’d broken all the basic friendship rules and fallen stupidly in love with Jimin.

So he settles for looking down at his hands and being quiet. Which is not weird or suspicious at all, because Taehyung is always very quiet and never attracts any kind of attention, right.

Jeongguk walks into the room, then stands still for a moment and just looks around. “Wow,” he says. “The mood here is what you’d call awkward.” He singsongs the last word, grinning before carrying on. “What happened? Did Jimin and Tae fuck or something?”

Jimin squeaks out a loud “NO!” and hides his face in embarrassment. Taehyung thinks it's one of his cutest habits; that little squeak, and bringing his tiny hands to his face. “Shut up,” he groans.

“Um,” Taehyung says eloquently. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't want to make things even more awkward. “No?”

“Right,” Jeongguk says.

Jin sighs softly and rolls his eyes. “Can you believe they’re being fucking ridiculous?”

Taehyung is about to say something, tell Jin to mind his own business or something, when Jeongguk looks expressionlessly from Jin to Namjoon and back to Jin. “Wow no,” he deadpans. “Imagine being fucking ridiculous… Can’t believe that! Wild. Mindblowing, actually.”

“Watch your fucking mouth, brat,” Jin says, glaring at Jeongguk.

“So,” Namjoon says. “Let’s talk about science and religion.”

Taehyung thanks his guardian angel for the existence of Kim Namjoon and makes a mental note of buying him another of those donuts he likes.

“They’re different studies and understandings of the universe and existence, but can’t they also be compatible? Does the relationship have to be one of conflict or can’t they co-exist? I think it’s interesting--”

He keeps talking and Taehyung listens intently, zoning out from everything else just to focus on Namjoon’s voice.

Yoongi groans at some point. “I would love to agree with you, but I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying,” he says, leaning back against his chair and rolling his eyes.

Hoseok shushes him and rests his hand on his thigh, smiling over at him softly. Taehyung looks between them and when Hoseok’s eyes turn to him, he makes sure to fake gag to the best of his abilities.

Namjoon doesn’t pay any of them any mind.

Weeks pass like that, with them not talking and only seeing each other once a week at the astronomy club, where things remain awkward, both of them flustered and unaware of what to do with themselves. Jimin is so close to deciding to call it quits and just stop showing up, it'd probably be for the best, but there's something inside him that won't let him do it.

It's selfish. It’s some kind of hope that Taehyung does want to see him; it’s his way of sticking around in case Taehyung changes his mind, in case he wants to talk with him again.

Remember how Jimin had assumed not being with Taehyung all the time would be the final giver and allow him to move on? Yeah, well, things could be working out better.

Sure, he’s not with him all the time, but he’s still thinking about him all the time, and Jimin finds it kind of ends up equaling the same thing, except it hurts more when Taehyung is only there in his thoughts.

He burrows himself in more homework and more dance; he even goes so far as genuinely joining an aqua fitness class with his mother. It's all old women, but it's actually kind of fun, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone. He makes his mom swear on her life not to tell a living soul what he gets up to every Tuesday evening from 8 to 9:30.

from: noodle dude from hell

> bro 4 REAL will u 2 get yr shit tgt ???

to: noodle dude from hell

> dunno what u mean

> dunno who u are

> wanna watch totoro im so bored SIGHS :(

from: noodle dude from hell

> no i wanna know why u and jimin have been avoiding each other for weeks

> i know uve said 3894032 times nothing happened n 2 mind my own business but fuck that

> ur both sad n i hate seeing it tell me what happened

to: noodle dude from hell

> …

from: noodle dude from hell

> ill spoil the ending of all yr fav anime for the rest of ur life

to: noodle dude from hell



from: noodle dude from hell:


> tae i hate seeing u like this please

to: noodle dude from hell

> ok im gonna call u bc then u won't have any proof u can screenshot for blackmail or w/e

Calling: noodle dude from hell

The call only beeps a single time before Jeongguk picks up and Taehyung hears his familiar voice, ditching all hellos and introductions and jumping directly to “so tell me what's up.” Typical.

“Ugh,” Taehyung groans, flopping himself down on his bed and running his left hand down his face. “You promise it just stays between us?”

“Of course,” Jeongguk says and Taehyung can hear him rolling his eyes. Fucking brat. “Talk to me.”

“All right,” Taehyung says, taking a couple of deep breaths. “I-- Okay, so I made this stupid deal with Yoongi hyung that if he asked Hoseok hyung out, I'd have to ask Jiminie out. And vice versa, if I asked Jimin out he had to ask Hoseok hyung out. Right. So you saw them in the car on the way to the meteor shower.”

“Yeah, they're disgusting,” Jeongguk agrees. “So you had to ask Jimin out? You don't know how to go about it or what's the catch?”

“No,” Taehyung says, groaning again because Jeongguk’s dumber than a shoe. “I already asked him out. That day at the club where I kept glaring at you and you finally went over to Jin hyung.”

“Dude, that's weeks ago,” Jeongguk says, and, wow, he really is obtuse.

“Yes,” Taehyung says. “So I asked Jimin if he wanted to go stargazing sometime, like, with me. And he said yes. So I was stupidly happy, obviously, because I didn't expect he'd say yes. Because he doesn't like me like that, which is fine obviously, I was just--” He clears his throat. “Yeah, anyway, he said yes, but then he shows up Saturday and the first thing he says is asking where everyone else is. So seriously, what was I supposed to say? That ‘oh, sorry, I’d meant this as a date, but you clearly didn't, so haha, my bad!’”

Jeongguk hums.

“Yeah, so I do what any sensible person would do, and blabbers out how you all cancelled so it's just going to be us.”

“Kim Taehyung, you fucking moron.”

“Thanks, honey,” Taehyung says, and he sounds tired, defeated almost. “I do my best.”

“God,” Jeongguk says. “So what happened? This doesn't exactly sound like a reason for you to cut each other out of your lives.”

“Right,” Taehyung says. “About that,” he sighs deeply. “I might've-- Uh, I might've kissed him. On the roof. Under the stars. God, Jeongguk, I ruined everything, I fucked it all up, I like him so much, and he was so pretty, and it was like a date, and I don't know what came over me, but I just kissed him. I kissed him. I hate myself.”

“Oh,” Jeongguk says quietly. “Well, how'd he react?”

“Well, he kissed me back, but it was just because he couldn't make himself say no because I was so pathetic, it's not like he likes me back. Then he wouldn't have been so alienated and grossed out by me asking him out to the point he thought it must've been a group thing.”

“Kim Taehyung,” Jeongguk repeats. “You are a fucking moron.”

“You said so already,” Taehyung says, trying to grin as he usually would, but he can't force it.

“You are either fucking blind or fucking stupid or both.” He sounds like he could genuinely get mad about this and Taehyung doesn't know why.

“I know I shouldn't have kissed him,” he says quickly, trying to fix things, make Jeongguk know he’s aware he fucked up. “And I know it's not an excuse that Jimin looked pretty and that I’m in love with him, but I was just-- I know I fucked up. I fucked up, Jeongguk, and now things are messy. That's it, that's what’s up. There you go.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment. “Did you ever consider, for even a second, that Jimin might fucking like you back?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees. “Stupid mistake. After he said yes to the stargazing, I thought for a second maybe I had a chance. But then he obviously didn’t see it like that, so.”

“You're so fucking stupid,” Jeongguk says, groaning quietly. “Then tell me why Jimin is as miserable about this whole thing as you are. Why I haven't seen him smile properly for weeks and he never wants to hang out or do anything. Tell me what's up ‘cause from where I’m standing you both look like lovesick, pining morons.”

“We are -- were? -- best friends,” Taehyung says. “Of course it'll take some time getting used to not hanging out all the time, you know? That’s to be expected.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jeongguk says. “You're fucking-- Dude, I love you and I’d do everything for you, but you are the fucking blindest dumbass I’ve ever met. Both of you, actually. You can share the title.”

“You sound like Jimin,” Taehyung says. “He always called me dumbass.”

Jeongguk sighs. “Talk to him,” he says then slowly, stressing each word. “Please.”

“If he wanted to talk with me, he would've done so. I don't wanna make things any worse.”

“God, you're impossible,” Jeongguk says. “You're not making things better by staying away. You moron, he misses you. This is like watching my parents fight except it's worse.”

“Hey, I thought Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung were your parental figures,” Taehyung says.

“They are,” Jeongguk says. “Trust me, I was suffering watching them as well. This is like that. You and Jimin are like them. Do you understand it yet? I don't know how to make it clearer. He misses you and he likes you back and you should talk to him.”

“I wish,” Taehyung says. “Dude, I really wish you were right.”

“I am,” Jeongguk groans in frustration. “Name one time I’ve ever been wrong.”

“Uh, like, yesterday. You said you could easily do a triple backflip on the ground and you couldn’t. You also said you could beat Jin hyung at Mario Kart, and you lost. Your last maths assignment was a mess, too. You sai--”

“OKAY, CHILL,” Jeongguk laughs. “I get it, shut up. I’m still right about this though. You know how many people have asked me what's up with you two and if you broke up?”

“That sounds fake.”

“At least nine,” Jeongguk says. “Everyone assumed you were already dating.”

“Well,” Taehyung hesitates. “What’d you tell them?”

“I told them I was as lost as them, but ‘probably something like that.’ What was I supposed to say?”

“To mind their own business,” Taehyung suggests. “That's what I say whenever people ask what’s up between you and me. That, or I start talking about how nice your dick is. Kinda depends.”

“I fucking hate you,” Jeongguk says. “Please don't ever do that again.”

“Noted,” Taehyung says. “No, for real, just tell them it's none of their business?”

“As if that would work,” Jeongguk says. “You're basically the school’s it couple and you're not even a couple.”

“Aw, babe, I thought we were the it couple.”

“In your dreams, sweetheart.”

“You saying you wouldn't fuck me? Like, as bros?”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” Jeongguk says in a dead voice. “I can't believe we're friends.”

“I can’t believe you won't admit you find me sexually attractive,” Taehyung argues.

“Please,” Jeongguk says. “Don't speak to me again.”

“That's fair,” Taehyung agrees. “I probably deserve that.”


“Dude, I’m still bored, wanna watch Totoro?”

“Sure,” Jeongguk says. “If you promise to talk with Jimin.”

“Unfollowed, blocked, reported,” Taehyung grins easily. “Uninvited from all my upcoming birthdays. No cake for you.”

Jeongguk sighs. “Whatever,” he says. “Let’s watch Totoro.”

from: geo dude

> fucking TALK to him hyung this is getting ridiculous

> he never laughs like he used to he doesn't even call me all the gross pet names anymore

> it's weird i don't like it

to: geo dude

> what do u want me to say to him jeongguk

from: geo dude


> ask him out

> ask if he wants to make out

> dude idfk but ur both so emo abt this it HURTS TO WATCH

to: geo dude

> i already kissed him and it fucked everything up

> why did i do that

> jeongguk why did i kiss him

from: geo dude

> i swear to god im literally going to drink bleach U TWO R SO FUCKING IM

> all right. it's cool. im cool

> im witnessing the worst fucking romcom level mutual pining “oh no there's no way he likes me back sob sob” movie unfold IN REAL LIFE

> it's cool tho

to: geo dude

> except he DOESNT like me back

> he hasn't talked to me in a month

> except at the astronomy club but it doesn't count he barely says hi

from: geo dude

> u cant see me but im currently in the process of clawing my own eyes out

to: geo dude

> that sounds painful pls don't

from: geo dude

> hurts less than seeing my best friends sad and broken and hopeless

> over something senseless that could easily be resolved if they'd just TALK

> pls

> hyung

> i just want u back. i just want u happy

> both of u

to: geo dude

> idk what i ever did to deserve u but thanks for existing

from: geo dude

> bro don't get gay with me get gay with TAE

to: geo dude

> :(

“Hey Jimin,” Hoseok says, giving him one of his easy smiles.

Jimin looks up from the book he's reading and smiles back at Hoseok. “Hey, hyung,” he says. “What’s up?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” Hoseok says. “But I was going to ask if you could help me out with something.”

“Of course!” Jimin says, putting in his bookmark and closing the book with a snap. “What's up?”

“It's just some dance stuff,” Hoseok says to him. “Can you come with me to the studio?”

“Sure, just give me a second--” he starts, beginning to gather his things. He gets his books and water bottle in his back and stands up and smiles at Hoseok. “All set.”


“What kinda dance stuff?” he asks as they start walking.

“Uh, some choreo,” Hoseok says vaguely, gesturing with his hand. “I’m not sure whether it's going to be too advanced, so I’d like your thoughts.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, nodding. “Sounds cool.”


“Tae!” Yoongi belts out as he slams open the door of the room Taehyung is in. “Kid. I need your help.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung asks, looking at Yoongi in awe and jumping up. “You need my help?”

“You heard me,” Yoongi says. “Don't make me say it twice.”

“Of course not hyung,” Taehyung laughs, winking at him. “What's up?”

“Just follow me,” Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes. He holds open the door and gestures for Taehyung to get out of it. “And don't ask stupid questions.”

“Okay,” Taehyung agrees, quickly walking out the room.

Yoongi starts walking, feet moving quickly, and Taehyung tags along. Yoongi easily navigates the school's hallways, left, forward, up, to the right, and in all honesty, Taehyung should probably have noticed that they were heading towards the dance studio and figured that something was up, but he was all too caught up in the fact that Min Yoongi had said he needed his help.

But they get to the dance studio, and Taehyung waves and lets out a small “oh, hi Hoseok hyung” before Yoongi pushes him into the practice room and slams the door behind him.

Taehyung spins around, staring at the closed door. “Hyung, what's up?” he asks, raising his voice enough to be sure he's heard on the other side.

“Oh God,” a voice behind Taehyung groans, and he’d recognise that voice everywhere--he spins around and lets his mouth drop open when he sees Jimin.

“Talk to each other,” Jeongguk says on the other side, and goddamn it, is he part of this setup as well? Taehyung is never treating him to ice cream again. And he's going to spoil the endings for every show in the world.

“You're dead, Guk-ah,” Taehyung says coldly.

“Feels great, doesn't it?” Yoongi says smugly. “Having your dumbass friends lock you up with your crush.”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Hoseok squeals on the other side of the door. “Have fun in there guys!”

Taehyung gulps. Well, this is something.

What’s that about saying Bloody Mary into a mirror three times and she comes and kills you? Taehyung should try.  

“Jimin,” he says, looking from the floor to the boy in front of him and trying to be cool about it, but failing. Always failing. “What’s up?”

Jimin wants to die. This is not happening. He closes his eyes. This is a bad dream. A terrible, terrible nightmare -- Hoseok would never do him this dirty. He opens his eyes again. Taehyung is still there.

“Taehyung,” he says. “Hello.”

Taehyung nods at him. “So…” he says, looking around the room. “Looks like we’re gonna be in here for a while, huh?” He echoes Hoseok’s words from when he’d been the one locked up like this.

Jimin groans and hides his face in his hands.

Okay, whatever, he's just going to get it over with. They’re here anyway, and they’re not going to be let out until they come to some kind of solution, so he might as well apologise. Maybe Taehyung will forgive him, and they can be friends again. Or something. Maybe he won’t, but at least he will have tried.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin says just as Taehyung opens his mouth and stutters out, “There’s something I wanna say.”

Jimin ignores him, because if he’s going to say this he has to do it now. If he hesitates more he won’t be able to get it out.

“I’m sorry for kissing you and making everything all weird and bad and awkward and I’m sorry for liking you like that, I know it must feel weird, and I promise I’m working on it, it's just hard, but I’ll get over it. I don't know. I’m sorry. I miss you. Can we please be friends again?”

“Wait, what?” Taehyung says entirely too loud, eyes wide and mouth open. He looks shocked.

Jimin’s cheeks flare up again, and he looks down at his lap. Of course he wouldn’t wanna be friends again.

“You're apologising to me?” he carries on. “For kissing me? But I’m the one that kissed you and made everything weird and awkward and bad. And I’m the one that ruined everything by falling in love with you.”

“Don't mock me,” Jimin says, looking up at Taehyung and he feels like he might cry. He knows falling for your best friend is as bad as it is cliché, but Taehyung doesn’t have to be cruel about it.

“Mock you?” Taehyung asks, confusion knitting his brows. “I’m not mocking you! I’m in love with you, and I haven't talked with you for weeks because I thought you hated me after I kissed you on the roof.”

“What're you saying--?” Jimin breathes, feeling much smaller than he already did. “Do you-- you-- but I thought you hated me?”

“What the fuck,” Taehyung says, and he looks genuinely upset by the insinuation. “Jiminie, I could never hate you.”

“I’m--” Jimin stammers. “Then why did you avoid me?”

“Because I thought you didn't want to talk to me,” Taehyung says.

“Why would you think that?” Jimin asks. “I kissed you!”

“Jimin, I asked you out,” Taehyung says. “And the first thing you said when you showed up was ‘where’s everyone else?’ What was I supposed to think?”

“Wait,” Jimin says, and he’s sure his mind is going to explode. There’s so much going on, he doesn’t know what to focus on. “I was dying because I wanted that to be a date so bad but there was no way you’d meant it like that.”

“It was a date,” Taehyung groans. “At least I wanted it to be.”

“So you're--” Jimin starts, then stammers and closes his mouth. “You’re saying you don’t hate me?”

“You’re so fucking blind,” Taehyung groans. “Park Jimin, I do not hate you. In fact, I love you. And I like you. And I like like you.”

Jimin stares at nothing for a moment, trying to process everything.

“But I like you,” is what he finally manages to get out. “I don’t-- what’s--?”

“I think the situation is,” Taehyung begins. “That we both like each other.”

“I’m--” Jimin tries again. Gives up again. “I don’t understand.”

“Me neither,” Taehyung says, but he’s smiling now, his square smile, the glowing and overwhelming one, the one that makes Jimin extra weak and still has his stomach doing flips. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Am I dreaming?” Jimin stammers quietly as Taehyung crawls closer to him.

“Nope,” Taehyung says. “Unless I am too.”

Kiss me,” Jimin says barely over a whisper, gravitating towards Taehyung the closer he gets. “Please. Kiss me and be my boyfriend and go out with me and hold my hand.”

Taehyung groans. “Please,” he whispers, staring into Jimin’s eyes and leaning closer. “Please.”

Jimin turns off his brain then and just leans forward to meet Tae’s lips with his own, and then he focuses his everything on that: kissing Taehyung. Kissing his best friend, his boyf--?

He pulls away. “Is that a yes?” he asks, already panting slightly. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung groans again and lets his eyes fall shut. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, please, will you be mine?”

“Yes!” Jimin says, then leans in again to press his lips against Taehyung’s. He moves his hand up and rests it on Taehyung’s jaw, changing the angle a little for better access.

Holy shit. Taehyung likes him back. Taehyung’s tongue is in his mouth. Taehyung is his boyfriend.

Jimin is going to die.

“Hey, remember that night on the roof,” Taehyung says quietly, and Jimin smiles fondly at the memory. He's lying in bed, wrapped up in a bunch of blankets, on the phone with Taehyung. “How could I forget?” he asks, just as quietly.

Taehyung lets out a quiet laugh. “Remember the shooting star?”

“Yeah…” Jimin says. “What’s up?”

“Nothing!” Taehyung grins. “Just wanna say my wish was about you.”

“Oh,” Jimin says. He feels his cheeks start burning and he’s glad he’s alone. “Um…”

“What?” Taehyung says.

“Um, my wish… was about you.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says in return. “Wow.”

Jimin’s face breaks into a wide smile and soon he’s giggling quietly, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” he whispers, taking his time with the last word, letting himself taste it properly on his tongue. “I can’t believe you--you like me.”

“I’ve liked you since I was eleven,” Taehyung says as if that’s the most obvious thing in the world and Jimin is stupid for not having known. “I can’t believe you like me.”

“Well, I’ve liked you since I was ten,” Jimin says, because he’s not going to be beaten at this. “Everyone knew. My mom kept asking me about it.”

“Oh my God,” Taehyung says. “That’s so cute, what the fuck. What’d she say?”

“Ugh,” Jimin groans, biting his lip. “Well, she was always, like, asking if I liked someone, you know how moms are… And then she kept bringing you up and saying how you were so nice and polite and handsome too, God. I mean, she’s right or whatever, but still. She also said I wasn’t fooling anyone.” He sighs, and Taehyung lets out a vibrant laugh.

“I’ve been suffering for so long,” Taehyung says. “And turns out you liked me back. We could’ve been getting married by now.”

“Please,” Jimin says. “We’ve both been so stupid.”

“Frankly, I feel like my fears of rejection were valid,” Taehyung says. “Since you’re incredibly out of my league.”

Jimin starts laughing, then rolls his eyes. “Fucking dumbass,” Jimin says. “You’re the one out of my league. You have half the school thirsting over you.”

“You have the whole school swooning over you, though,” Taehyung grins back.

“You’re so stupid,” Jimin says, smiling easily. His chest is swelling with fondness and he’s so, so happy he feels like he might explode from it.

“I love you,” Taehyung says quietly. All their usual extravagance and over-the-top vibrance is gone and replaced with a new softness. It’s sappy, it’s grossly sentimental and sickly sweet. It’s everything Jimin’s ever wanted.

“I love you too,” he says, just as quietly.

“Cute,” Taehyung says with no bite to it.

“I am cute,” Jimin says. “Deadly cute.”

“Oh boy shit, tell me about it,” Taehyung groans. “Do you even realise how fucking cute you are? It’s, like-- no, I don’t even know. I’m dating an angel. I’m in love with an angel. You’re so-- Park Jimin, I don’t even know how many times I’ve thought I was legit going to have a heart attack because of you. I’ve looked at you and thought I was going to die. That’s how cute you are. And you’re my boyfriend.”

Jimin is covering his face in his hands even though nobody is around to see him. “I’m your boyfriend,” he says. “I can’t believe I’m your boyfriend.”

“I knoow,” Taehyung says. “We’re dating.”

“I love you,” Jimin says. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Taehyung returns quickly. “I love you.”