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Jungkook owed Jimin big time.
And he had already told him so. More than once. He told him again now, to which Jungkook just batted his eyelashes and looked at him with those wide, doe eyes, trying to weaponize his cuteness as usual.
“Nuh-uh, no. That may work on Hoseok-hyung and Seokjin-hyung, but it is not working on me,” Jimin hissed. He threw back the cocktail he’d been cradling between his fingers, running his tongue over his lips to catch every last drop of sweet liquid. At least this place had good drinks. Since it didn’t seem to have anything else going for it.
When they’d arrived an hour ago, Jimin had frowned as they approached the front door. Instead of the pounding bass of dance music, he’d heard… a saxophone? “Jungkook, where are we?” he asked and was swiftly ignored as Jungkook quickly walked away from him and pushed through the door. “Jeon Jungkook, answer me,” he demanded, chasing after his younger friend.
Once he pushed through the door he’d immediately groaned.
“You said this was a club,” he hissed, yanking Jungkook back by the arm.
“It is a club!” Jungkook said innocently.
“A jazz club!” Jimin snapped. He frowned as he looked around the room. They seemed to be some of the youngest people there, some of the patrons old enough to be Jimin’s grandparents. And the music. Jimin did not understand jazz, and he didn’t think he ever would. In fact, at the moment he kind of wanted to claw his own ears off. He glared at Jungkook. “Why in the hell are we in a jazz club, Jungkook?”
Jungkook offered a pained smile. “Look, hyung we don’t have to stay long! And I’ll pay for your cover! I just um – well I didn’t want to come by myself. I’m nervous. And I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you where we were really going.”
Jimin crossed his arms. “Who is he?” he asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Jungkook blinked, eyes wide. “W – who?”
“Whatever guy you’re here to impress. Because I find it hard to believe you’ve suddenly developed an affinity for jazz. Or the elderly.”
Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “It – it’s the guy from my lit class. He works here on the weekends.”
Jimin shook his head. “You fucking owe me.” He said before he stalked away, boots clicking on the hardwood floor.
He leaned against their high top table, zoning out as Jungkook once again giggled as the object of his attention passed by, winking as he brought drinks to the table beside theirs.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” he asked when he came back by, offering them both a dazzling smile. Jimin supposed he couldn’t really blame Jungkook. Kim Namjoon was very handsome, with adorable dimples and a strong body. Sweet but a bit of a dork. Exactly Jungkook’s type.
He’d been nothing but sweet so far, despite his obvious discomfort when Jungkook had first introduced them.
“Namjoon-hyung, this is my friend Jimin. Jimin-hyung, this is Namjoon, from my lit class,” Jungkook had said, smiling sweetly. He’d missed the way Namjoon’s face had fallen as he took in Jimin before him, but Jimin hadn’t. He was no doubt assuming he’d misread whatever flirtation the two had been sharing up until this point.
“I’m good right now, hyung,” Jungkook said with a smile, tucking his hair behind his ear. Jimin smiled amusedly as Namjoon’s Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he stared at him. Jimin wasn’t blind, he knew Jungkook was stunning. He was used to men falling over themselves for him, though they usually weren’t as cute about it as Namjoon was.
“I’ll take another one of these, if you don’t mind,” Jimin said, holding up his glass with a smile.
Namjoon cleared his throat. “Right, of course. I’ll grab you another one! After that my shift should be just about over, and I can come hang out with you guys.” He hurried off and Jimin shook his head.
Jungkook groaned, dropping his head to the table, cradling it on his arms. “God, isn’t he dreamy?”
“He’s hot as hell, I won’t deny it.” Jimin said, eyes following Namjoon’s tight slacks as he walked back to the bar.
Jungkook yanked Jimin’s sleeve, grabbing his attention with narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare.”
Jimin barked out a laugh, holding up his hands. “I’m here for you to get dick, I’m not about to try to take your man.”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned red. “It’s not like that! I like him.”
“Well you don’t have to worry. I’m not interested. And besides, he only has eyes for you.”
Jungkook grinned. “You think so?”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Yes, he’s down bad, believe me.”
“Good. Shit, I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No, I don’t want Namjoon to think we left. Just wait here.”
“Alright,” Jimin said, giving him a thumbs up.
When Namjoon returned a few minutes later, his eyes darted from Jimin to Jungkook’s empty chair, and he froze, blinking.
“He went to the bathroom,” Jimin explained. “Are you done with your shift?” Namjoon had taken off the suit jacket he’d been wearing before, as well as his tie, the first few buttons of his shirt open and showing off the smooth tan skin of his collarbones. Jungkook was going to have a stroke.
“Oh, yeah, I went ahead and clocked out before I brought the drink,” he said, holding it out to Jimin awkwardly. Jimin thanked him as he took it.
“Namjoon-ssi,” he said, patting the seat beside him, “you can sit.”
“Right.”
Jimin took a long sip before speaking again. “You know Jungkookie and I are just friends, right? I only came tonight because he’s shy. You really don’t need to worry.”
Namjoon seemed to deflate a little. “Oh.”
“I promise he’s here for you and you alone.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “I – I don’t–”
“Hyung, you’re back!” Jungkook said cheerily, sitting back down at the table. “Sorry, I had to go to the bathroom.”
“That’s okay!” Namjoon assured him. “I meant to tell you earlier, but you look really nice tonight.”
Jimin raised his eyebrows at Jungkook over Namjoon’s shoulder but Jungkook didn’t notice, his eyes going all starry and cheeks burning red. “So – so do you.” Jimin suddenly felt very much as if he was intruding, and rose to his feet.
“I’m gonna grab some water,” he said, heading toward the bar to give them at least a few minutes alone. He sat at the bar, and instead of asking for water he ordered another drink, sipping at it as he started to feel sorry for himself.
He was happy for Jungkook, he really was. But he couldn’t help but feel jealous. Sure Jimin had never had trouble taking people home, men and women alike. But there was something about the way Namjoon looked at Jungkook, like he was the only person in the room. Jimin wanted to know what that felt like.
The music stopped for a moment, and a man stood on the stage, introducing someone it sounded like, but Jimin wasn’t paying close attention. At least not until the music started once again, something slower and smooth. And then a voice like velvet, or maybe honey – warm and resonant and sending vibrations through Jimin’s chest. A deep baritone, soft but strong. It was the most lovely sound he’d ever heard.
Jimin’s head jerked toward the stage desperate to see the person that possessed such a bewitching sound, only to find his eyes on the most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his life. Skin rich and smooth like honey, dark hair curling around the backs of his ears. His eyes were closed, his expression one of absolute serenity, almost as if he was the only one in the room.
And to Jimin it felt like he was, his vision zeroing in on the singing man and no one else, like the stage lights were a spotlight and the rest of the room had fallen into darkness. He’d never felt something like this before – the only way he could describe it was a kind of magnetism, drawing him to this stranger. But that was ridiculous wasn’t it? Maybe he’d sipped one too many cocktails.
Jimin had to try to look away, to stop staring at this man with his mouth hanging open like a gawking teenager. But then the singer’s eyes opened, and as if drawn by the same magnetic pull they locked on to Jimin, widening ever so slightly.
Jimin’s heart stuttered in his chest. He’d been caught, but the other man didn’t seem to mind, still watching Jimin as he sang, his full mouth shaping words that Jimin couldn’t fully understand in his stupor. He felt frozen in place, unable to move or look away.
Finally the song ended, and the spell was broken. Jimin’s mouth felt a bit dry, and this time he did ask for a glass of water, draining it quickly and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Can I have another?” he asked the bartender.
“Hyung, there you are!” Jungkook plopped in the seat beside Jimin, his face alight and cheeks flushed pink. “You didn’t come back!”
“I wanted to give you two some time alone,” Jimin explained, smiling. He tried not to look toward the stage, where the same deep voice was crooning another ballad.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Jungkook said right as another voice said, “You found him.”
“Jimin-ssi, I was worried you got lost,” Namjoon said, leaning against the counter behind Jungkook.
“Oh, I ended up getting another drink, and then I had to go to the bathroom,” Jimin lied easily. “Got my water now though.” He held it up, as if he needed to prove himself.
“Wow, his voice is really nice,” Jungkook said, turning toward the stage. Jimin tensed.
Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, he’s new. He’s really good.”
Jimin swallowed. “You know him?” he asked.
“No, not really,” Namjoon said with a shrug. “My friend Yoongi is the pianist, and he said he likes him, but he’s pretty shy.” He pointed at the stage, and Jimin cautiously let his eyes follow, avoiding the singer entirely to look at the man whose hands were expertly sliding across the keys of the piano, his long black hair falling into his eyes.
Jimin couldn’t stop himself from looking back toward the center of the stage again, at elegant fingers wrapped around the microphone, at long legs and a slender waist. A jawline that should honestly be illegal. He swallowed and forced himself to look back at Namjoon and Jungkook.
His staring hadn’t gone unnoticed however because then Namjoon said, “I could ask Yoongi to introduce us to him afterward? If you want?”
Jimin’s eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. “Oh! Oh no, no reason to do that,” he stammered, not sure why. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked a friend to introduce him to a beautiful man. But for some reason the thought of asking to be introduced to this man made him feel a bit nauseous. Even a bit shy.
Namjoon’s forehead wrinkled. “Okay, well let me know if you change your mind.”
“Hyung, can we dance?” Jungkook asked, eyes round and sweet. Jimin could practically see Namjoon melting into the floor.
“Oh, um, sure. I mean, of course we can,” he said, looking a bit terrified but thrilled.
Jimin smiled into his water, glad he wasn’t the only one tonight that was going dumb over a pretty man.
“Do you want to come, Jimin-hyung?” Jungkook asked.
“I’ll come out there later. I want to finish my water first.”
“Okay!”
Jimin made no hurry to join them, and he was pretty sure they wouldn’t mind. He sat at the bar instead, eyes locked on the stage like he was hypnotized. The man sang two more songs and then it seemed his set was over. He thanked the audience with a cute, closed-mouth smile and bowed before exiting through a door to the left of the stage. Jimin exhaled, feeling like he’d just come up from underwater.
He waited for a few minutes, some part of him hoping the pretty man would come out into the crowd now that his set was over. But the door stayed closed and Jimin sighed.
As he finished his third glass of water he realized he really did have to pee. He caught sight of Namjoon and Jungkook as he crossed the dance floor, completely engrossed in each other’s company. The music was more fast paced now and Namjoon, who Jimin wouldn’t have exactly pegged for a dancer, was twirling Jungkook around with ease, both of them smiling and giggling. Just as Jimin expected, they weren’t missing him.
Not that he was sad about it. As he washed his hands he decided that he’d go pay his tab and then let them know he was heading home early. Maybe Jungkook really could get laid tonight. At least one of them would.
He ran his hands through his hair anyway, frowning when it didn’t fall the way he wanted it to. He wondered what the man onstage had thought when they’d locked eyes. Did he like what he saw? Jimin felt embarrassed that he thought he’d felt something between them. Maybe he hadn’t been looking at Jimin at all. Maybe he’d been staring past him, zoning out while trying to focus on the song.
Oh well. It was just a guy. There’d be more.
Jimin pushed back onto the floor of the club, heading for the bar. He decided he’d just text Jungkook that he was leaving, suddenly not in the mood to see him and Namjoon staring all starry eyed at each other up close.
As he asked the bartender to close him out, someone came to stand beside him, a bit too close for comfort. Jimin ignored them until he felt a hand tap his elbow. He turned his head, expecting to see Jungkook, and nearly choked when he saw the man from the stage, somehow even more breathtakingly beautiful up close.
“Hi,” he said, his speaking voice just as deep as his singing had been. He was taller than Jimin, at least by a few inches, and wider. His eyes and mouth seemed to turn down a bit at the corners but despite that there was a boyish charm about him, like he was only seconds away from smiling.
Jimin tried to calm his pounding heart. “Hi.”
The side of the man’s mouth tugged up in a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay – I mean – you didn’t,” Jimin said. He took the bill from the bartender and signed his name with a shaky hand. He had to pull himself together. This was just a guy. A very beautiful one, but a man all the same. Nothing to be scared of.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” the stranger said.
Jimin willed his body to relax, leaning against the bar before he responded. “Is that a line you use a lot?”
The man laughed into his hand, pretty teeth flashing in a wide grin.
“No, I meant that genuinely,” he said, leaning a bit closer. “I’d remember you.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“I’d remember someone so beautiful.” He said it so simply, not like a line but like it was a fact. Despite himself, Jimin’s cheeks began to burn. He wasn’t used to feeling so flustered, almost always the one in control when flirting. But something about this guy was throwing him off kilter.
He gathered his composure quickly. “Well, I didn’t expect to see someone like you here either,” he said.
The man cocked his head, eyebrows pulled together. “Someone like me?”
“Yeah, I mean isn’t jazz usually…” Jimin waved his hand, trying to find the words.
“For old people?”
Jimin winced, fearing he’d offended him. “Yeah”
But the man just laughed, clearly not bothered at all. “That’s fair, but I promise it’s not just for old people.”
“Hmm,” Jimin hummed, lips pursed.
The man looked at him for a moment before he asked, “Do you want to dance?”
Jimin blinked. He was so forward, but for some reason it didn’t feel cocky at all. It was refreshing.
“Okay, but only if you can keep up.”
The man grinned.
The song playing was upbeat, no singing but blasting trombones and trumpets and a thumping bass as Namjoon’s friend glided his hands across the piano keys. Jimin didn’t hate it. The pretty man twirled him around on the floor with expert footwork and a much higher level of skill than Jimin was expecting. He was used to men who thought they could dance, but really just wanted to grind on him on the dance floor. Which was all fine and good, but Jimin had never found someone that could actually keep up with him. Or could at least keep Jimin from getting bored.
“Can I lead?” he asked.
The other man nodded, a surprised smile spreading across his lips as Jimin took control. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the man really could keep up with him, and by the time the song was done, they were breathing a bit heavily, a few of the older couples surrounding them stopping to clap at the little show.
“That was fun,” the man said. “But over too soon. May I have another dance?”
Jimin nodded. They took it a bit slower this time, no longer showing off for each other.
“So I take it you didn’t like it,” the man said.
Jimin blinked in confusion. “Like what?”
“My performance. Since jazz is for old people.” He grinned.
Jimin frowned. “I didn’t say that. I thought you were very good.”
This time, the man’s smile turned a bit cocky. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “I feel like I did better than usual since I had someone to impress.”
Jimin blushed again, unable to meet his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him butterflies like this.
“Can I ask your name?” the man asked.
“Oh. It’s Jimin.”
“Jimin.”
He said it like he was trying out the way it felt in his mouth. Jimin wasn’t sure why it felt so strangely intimate.
“And you?” he managed, his voice a bit shaky.
“Taehyung.”
Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung. Jimin liked the way it sounded in his head. He wanted to feel it on his tongue, try it out the way Taehyung did with his name. But instead he just said, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. You’re a great dancer, Jimin-ssi.” Jimin’s stomach flipped at the compliment. He knew he was a great dancer, it was his job after all. But for some reason hearing Taehyung say he was made him feel a bit breathless.
“So are you,” he said, meaning it.
Taehyung smiled, like he was proud. “Do you do it professionally?”
Jimin nodded. “Yes. Well, kind of. Not full time.”
“I understand. It’s the same for me. I sing here a couple Saturday nights a month, but it’s not the same as it being a full time job.”
The song changed into something slower, a ballad. Jimin wondered if their dance would end but Taehyung just pulled him closer, moving with him slowly but still skillfully. It was getting harder to focus on conversation with the way Taehyung looked at him, long eyelashes fluttering over dark eyes that bored into Jimin’s own.
“You’re really so beautiful,” Taehyung said, his voice rolling through Jimin from head to toe. “When I saw you from the stage I almost forgot all the words to my song.”
His hands slid to Jimin’s waist. They were big, so much bigger than Jimin’s, engulfing him as he pulled him close enough that their bodies pressed together. His face was so close now, his mouth just inches away, and Jimin knew what came next, knew the familiarity of this dance.
But as familiar as it felt, there was something different here. The magnetism Jimin had felt from the stage was multiplied tenfold under Taehyung’s hands. Jimin wanted him. Not just his body, but all of him. For all he knew, Taehyung was just looking for a hookup, and for some reason Jimin wasn’t. The thought of fucking him and never seeing him again was actually unbearable. But what was the other option? How did people do this?
“Are you alright?” Taehyung asked.
Jimin took a step back, out of Taehyung’s hold. “Yeah, I’m good. I just – uh – need to go to the bathroom.” He practically ran across the dance floor, not stopping until he was safe in the small bathroom again. Thankfully, it was empty. He let out a loud exhale and splashed some water on his face, hoping to cool himself down.
The door to the bathroom opened, and he grabbed a paper towel, dabbing his face as he tried to get himself under control. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Taehyung standing by the door.
“Jimin-ssi, I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said, wringing his hands. He looked upset – not angry but worried. “I didn’t mean to come on so strongly.”
“No, no that’s not it at all,” Jimin rushed to explain. He barely knew Taehyung, but it hurt him to see him so distressed when he hadn’t done anything wrong. “I just –” He just what? He couldn’t find the words, but his feet seemed to be moving of their own volition, carrying Jimin toward Taehyung without even thinking about it, until they were standing just inches apart. Before he could overthink, he let his hands rest on Taehyung’s chest, his fingers savoring the heat radiating through the silky fabric of his shirt.
Taehyung’s eyebrows pulled together as he looked down at him. This close Jimin could see how long and dark his eyelashes were, could smell the spice of his cologne. There was a little mole on his lower lash line and one on the tip of his nose. Another under the full curve of his lower lip. He let his fingers curve into the firm plane of Taehyung’s chest, so obviously muscular even under the fabric of his shirt. He ran his hands down and back up, resting them on Taehyung’s shoulders, his fingers settling against more firm muscle.
“You just what?” Taehyung asked softly as his eyes flickered to Jimin’s mouth. His pink tongue ran over his lips as he just slightly inclined his head, and that was all it took for Jimin to close the distance between them.
Taehyung kissed the way he sang and the way he danced – so well that it took Jimin’s breath away. His lips were warm, his tongue hot as it slipped into Jimin’s mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and curled his hand around the back of Jimin’s head, long fingers sliding into his hair. The other hand reached behind him, flipping the lock on the bathroom door before he slid it under Jimin’s loose sweater, digging into the skin right above his hip.Jimin arched into his body, pressing against Taehyung as closely as he could as he let himself fall completely into the kiss.
The hand in Jimin’s hair slid down his back until it settled on the swell of his ass, squeezing as he pulled Jimin even more tightly against his body. Jimin whined against his mouth, grasping blindly at his shirt and gasping as Taehyung slid his leg between his thighs. His mouth was hot and insistent against Jimin’s jaw and throat, and Jimin couldn’t find it in him to care that he was probably leaving marks on his skin.
“You’re so sexy,” Taehyung murmured, his velvet voice sending shivers down Jimin’s spine.
“So are you,” Jimin said, cupping his cheeks in his hands as he brought their mouths together again. He slid his fingers into Taehyung’s thick, wavy hair, pulling just enough until he let out another low moan against Jimin’s mouth.
Taehyung’s hands started to explore, one still kneading Jimin’s ass as the other slid over his ribs and up to his chest. His thumb pressed against Jimin’s nipple, making him whine into the kiss. It felt like heaven, but Jimin wanted more.
He slid from Taehyung’s grasp, dropping to his knees on the bathroom floor and looking up at him through his lashes. Taehyung’s eyes went wide.
“We shouldn’t –”
“Do you want me to stop?” Jimin asked, running his hands up Taehyung’s inner thighs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes wild, pupils blown wide. “No, don’t stop.”
Jimin smiled as he reached for the zipper of Taehyung’s trousers, his hand brushing the hard length pressing against the fabric. He pulled his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, mouth dropping open when he revealed Taehyung’s cock. He was big. And he wasn’t even completely hard yet.
Yet.
Taehyung took a shaky breath as Jimin took his length in his hand, his eyes glued to the fingers wrapped around him. Jimin wondered how much bigger it looked in his small hand than in Taehyung’s big one, if that was what he was thinking about right now.
He brought his tongue to the head and licked over it slowly, savoring the salty taste leaking from his slit. He teased for a bit, licking gently and waiting to see if Taehyung would try to push into his mouth. But he just stared, chest rising visibly with heavy breaths.
Jimin brought him between his lips, nearly moaning at the heavy feeling on his tongue. Taehyung was practically whimpering above him, his deep moans turning to high panting whines when Jimin hollowed his cheeks and sucked. The sound was heavenly, almost as beautiful as Taehyung’s voice when he sang.
“J – Jimin-ah, fuck.” His head thumped back against the door, and his hands slid into Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s cock strained against the tight confines of his jeans, and he squeezed his thighs together as he slid Taehyung further into his mouth. He knew he was good at giving head, but he didn’t know if he’d ever enjoyed it this much before. Taehyung was like putty under his hands and mouth, trembling but making no move to thrust into Jimin’s mouth, just letting him have his way with him.
He pulled off, placing wet kisses along Taehyung’s shaft before looking back up at him. Taehyung watched him intently, his chest heaving. He looked like a dream – hair perfectly disheveled and tie loose around his neck. Jimin didn’t know if he’d ever wanted someone so badly before. He wondered if he could convince him to fuck him against the bathroom door.
“Feel good?” Jimin asked, gently squeezing his fingers around Taehyung’s silky length.
Taehyung blew out a shaky breath.“So good.” He brought his thumb to Jimin’s lower lip. “ And you look – your mouth looks –”
A loud knock on the door startled them both, Jimin letting out a quiet squeak.
“Unlock this door or I’m getting the manager,” a voice called out.
Jimin jumped to his feet, quickly helping Taehyung stuff himself back into his pants. He’d almost forgotten they were in a public restroom. He reached for the door, but Taehyung stopped him, grabbing a paper towel and gently wiping off his chin first.
Jimin blushed. “Thanks.”
They unlocked the door and pushed past the angry man waiting on the other side, ignoring his protests as they hurried to the other side of the club. They hid behind a corner, both peeking around to make sure he didn’t follow before looking at each other and dissolving into laughter.
“I wonder how long he was waiting,” Jimin said, unable to stop giggling.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded making him wait longer.”
Jimin shook his head. “What if you’d gotten in trouble with the manager?”
Taehyung shrugged. “It’d be worth it, for the best blowjob of my life.”
That sent Jimin into another fit of laughter. “S – shut up,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
“I was being serious,” Taehyung said. “The best blowjob of my life from the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen.” Once again, it didn’t feel like a line. It felt like Taehyung was being completely genuine, and it equally scared Jimin and excited him.
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
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“Sorry it’s messy,” Taehyung said, hurrying to grab a pair of pants off the back of the couch. He folded them hurriedly and turned to Jimin with a nervous smile. “I don’t bring people over very often.” The mess truly wasn’t bad, definitely not worse than Jimin’s own apartment. It felt lived in, which Jimin liked.
Kim Taehyung seemed a lot more shy than he had at the club, his throat bobbing as he waited for Jimin to respond. It was honestly really cute. Jimin eyed the record player in the corner and the tall bookshelf full of cds and vinyls.
“All jazz?” Jimin asked, pointing.
Taehyung shook his head. “No, definitely not.”
“Thank god,” Jimin said, grinning.
Taehyung laughed at that, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “I like to sing jazz music, but it’s not the only thing I listen to.”
“I see.”
“Oh, do you want my address for your friend? That way he knows where you are?”
Jimin shook his head. “He has my location, but thanks.” He’d already gotten Taehyung’s full name in the car after all. He’d been on much sketchier hook-ups in the past, and maybe he was just a sucker for his angelic face, but Jimin didn’t think Taehyung was someone he should be wary of.
“Oh okay.”
It was quiet for a moment. Taehyung had relaxed a bit, but he still made no move to finish what he and Jimin had started in the bathroom at the club. Jimin realized he must have been telling the truth, he really didn’t bring people home often. Jimin wouldn’t have minded either way, but there was something sweet about how he hadn’t hesitated to bring Jimin back here. About how shy he seemed now, hands still clenching the folded pair of pants he’d grabbed from the couch.
Jimin crossed the floor slowly, gently taking the clothing from Taehyung’s grip before taking one of his hands and intertwining their fingers.
“Can I see your room?”
Taehyung nodded. “Okay.”
Like the living room, Taehyung’s bedroom was a little messy, more clothes littering the floor and paper and colored pencils scattered across the desk in the corner. Jimin snuck a look at some of the drawings as Taehyung quickly tidied up. He didn’t know much about art, but he could tell that Taehyung was good, even though his work was pretty abstract.
“Jimin-ssi, how old are you?”
The question took Jimin by surprise, but he supposed it wasn’t a strange thing to ask someone you’d invited home with you. He turned from the desk nonchalantly, hoping Taehyung hadn’t minded him looking at his work.
“Twenty-nine,” Jimin answered. “I was born in ‘95.”
Taehyung frowned. “Oh. Me too.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Is that … a bad thing?”
“No, I just – I was kind of hoping I could call you hyung,” Taehyung admitted, his tan cheeks turning rosy.
The heat that unfurled in Jimin’s stomach took him by surprise. “I mean, you still can,” he said, quietly. “If you want.” He took a step closer, so that his chest was pressed against Taehyung’s. “I don’t mind.” He grinned and Taehyung swallowed.
“I have to admit, I’m a little nervous,” Taehyung confessed. “Not about the sex, but about you.”
Jimin cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
“When I saw you from the stage it felt like something was pulling me to you. I know we don’t know each other well, but I really like you. I don’t know what it is, and I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I really don’t want this to be a one time thing.”
Jimin sighed in pure relief, sliding his hand around the back of Taehyung’s neck and pulling his face closer, until their foreheads touched. “I don’t want it to be a one time thing either,” he said softly. He tilted his face slowly, until their lips met.
This kiss was slower than the one they’d shared in the bathroom, but just as desperate, and full of heat. Jimin made quick work of the buttons of Taehyung’s shirt, sliding the shirt off his shoulders with hurried hands, and groaning when he saw what was underneath. More perfect, golden skin – his chest and shoulders strong and defined, and biceps big enough that Jimin was convinced he could probably fuck him standing up.
“How are you real?” Jimin asked, squeezing Taehyung’s pecs with his hands.
Taehyung just grinned as he reached for the hem of Jimin’s sweater and pulled it over his head. His eyes darkened as he took Jimin in, his fingers running over the letters across his ribcage. “I like your tattoo,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” Jimin said, smiling coyly. “I have more – wanna see?” He didn’t wait for Taehyung’s response as he turned around in his arms, showing off the line of moons that went down his spine.
“Oh,” Taehyung breathed. Jimin waited for the soft touch of his fingers, but instead he felt the undeniable warmth of lips at the base of his neck, then between his shoulder blades, then lower. They were featherlight at first, but with each press of his mouth Taehyung seemed to grow bolder, parting his lips and then even letting his tongue flick out across Jimin’s skin.
“That feels nice,” Jimin murmured, his breathing growing uneven.
The line of tattoos ended in the middle of Jimin’s back but he felt Taehyung’s mouth travel further, his hands settling on Jimin’s hips as he kneeled on the floor behind him and kissed the base of his spine.
“Can I?” he asked, slender fingers slipping into the waistband of Jimin’s pants.
“Please.”
Jimin flicked open the button of his pants as well as the zipper and Taehyung slid them down and over his legs leaving him in just his briefs.
Jimin turned to face him, smiling. “You could’ve taken these too,” he said, sliding the underwear down his legs and stepping out of them. Taehyung was still on his knees, his eyes growing wide and hungry as he took Jimin in completely.
“Your thighs are amazing,” he said, his hands sliding down to squeeze at them. “And your cock, it’s –” he stopped, and Jimin cocked a brow.
“It’s what?”
Taehyung sighed. “Pretty.”
Jimin’s stomach felt fluttery again. “Let me see yours again,” he said. Taehyung nodded, but he didn’t get off his knees, instead raising up a bit and shoving his pants and underwear down his thighs just enough that his cock was freed.
He was completely hard, his cock leaking against his skin, but made no move to do anything about it. Almost like he was waiting for Jimin to tell him what to do. Jimin slid a hand into his hair, and Taehyung’s eyes slipped shut, his full lips parted prettily. Jimin ran his thumb over his lower lip.
“Come kiss me again.”
Taehyung surged to his feet, somehow managing not to trip over the pants around his knees as he crashed his mouth against Jimin’s. They stumbled to the bed, Jimin shoving Taehyung’s pants to the floor before climbing onto the mattress and pulling Taehyung’s heavy frame on top of him.
He kissed every bit of smooth brown skin that he could reach along Taehyung’s jaw and throat and then came back to his mouth, his hands pulling their hips together until he felt the friction of Taehyung’s cock rubbing against his own. It was dry but it didn’t seem that either of them minded enough to stop kissing long enough to look for lube.
“What do you like?” Jimin asked as Taehyung sucked in the hollow under his jaw, his hands sliding under Jimin to pull and squeeze at his ass.
“Anything,” Taehyung breathed, nipping gently at Jimin’s skin.
Jimin giggled. “I mean do you want to top or bottom?”
Taehyung stopped his work on Jimin’s neck to look into his eyes. “Oh – oh either, I like both.”
Jimin grinned. Fuck, he was perfect.
“Me too,” he said, reaching between them to wrap his fingers around Taehyung’s cock. He groaned as Jimin squeezed him gently, the sound making his stomach twist. “But ever since I had you in my mouth I’ve been thinking about you fucking me.”
Taehyung brought his lips back to Jimin’s mouth with renewed fervor, nipping at his lips and sucking his tongue. He hitched one of Jimin’s legs over his hip and squeezed at his ass again, pulling him open and sliding a finger over his hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Jimin whined. Taehyung pressed against him gently, not trying to push inside, but just applying pressure as he slid his mouth down Jimin’s chest. When he sucked one of Jimin’s nipples between his lips, his eyes slid shut and he moaned. Jimin was no better, whimpering and whining at every touch of Taehyung’s mouth and hands. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t had to fake anything, hadn’t had to put on a show to make his partner feel like they’d done a good job. He wasn’t sure if it was truly Taehyung’s skill or if it was just him.
After he’d given Jimin’s chest all the attention he wanted he slid his body lower, his mouth tracing paths over Jimin’s tummy and across his hips. Until finally his face was between Jimin’s legs with his mouth sucking marks on his inner thighs. He mouthed at Jimin’s shaft and over his balls, leaving nothing untouched before finally slipping the head between his lips and sucking.
“Oh my god,” Jimin’s hips bucked up uncontrollably, and he choked out an apology as his cock slid into Taehyung’s throat. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to – just feels so good.”
But Taehyung didn’t pull off, instead he brought his lips down to meet Jimin’s pelvis once more, swallowing around him as his tears started to gather on his lash line and saliva started to leak down his chin.
“Wait, I’ll come if you keep doing that,” Jimin gasped, pulling gently at Taehyung’s hair and nearly finishing down his throat at the way he moaned around Jimin’s cock in his mouth.
Taehyung pulled off, his eyes shiny and a little dazed. His black hair flopped over his forehead and his cheeks had flushed a lovely deep pink. He was so gorgeous Jimin suddenly forgot how to breathe. “You don’t want to come?” he asked, dark eyes blinking slowly as he started to spread open mouthed kisses on Jimin’s thighs again.
“I – I wanted to come while you’re fucking me,” Jimin said, trying to keep his thoughts straight. “Want to come on your cock.”
Taehyung stopped his slow assault of Jimin’s skin as his lips pursed together, almost in a pout. “Can’t you come twice?”
Jimin blinked. He’d done it before, but with most hookups he was usually ready to be done after the first time. With Taehyung though – he didn’t know if he’d ever get enough. “I – I might,” he said, swallowing.
“I think you can,” Taehyung said with a smile that was much too innocent. He took Jimin in his hand and ran the flat of his tongue against the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. “Wanna try?”
Jimin nodded, because he wasn’t sure words were possible at that moment, especially as Taehyung swallowed him down once more. He bobbed his head a few times, his hips moving in time as he rutted against the bed. He seemed to be enjoying giving the blowjob just as much as Jimin was enjoying receiving it.
“You can use my mouth, if you want,” Taehyung said, taking Jimin’s hand and moving it to the back of his head. “I like it.”
He closed his lips over the head once more and Jimin pushed gently into his mouth and back out, moving ever closer to his orgasm as Taehyung moaned around him in response. He let his hips buck into the wet heat more quickly and Taehyung went lax, giving Jimin complete control. It didn’t take long for Jimin to tip over the edge, spilling down Taehyung’s throat with a pathetic whine.
Taehyung looked pleased when he pulled off, maybe even a little smug. “I like the way you feel in my throat,” he said, and Jimin barked out a laugh as he collapsed back against the mattress.
“Do you just say whatever thought comes into your head?”
Taehyung shrugged. “Most of the time. Unless I don’t feel like talking.” His deep voice was huskier than before and possibly even more sexy.
“You’re kind of weird,” Jimin said. “I like it.”
Taehyung grinned as crawled back up over Jimin’s body, kissing him once more. Jimin rolled over onto his stomach and Taehyung cursed softly under his breath before he began to kiss along his moon tattoos once more. “I really like these,” he said, words barely intelligible as his lips didn’t seem to leave Jimin’s skin.
“Yeah?”
Taehyung pressed his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder and nodded. “So pretty. Almost as pretty as you.”
Another line that may have been cheesy coming from anyone else, but from Taehyung’s lips the words felt so real that Jimin smiled into his arms where they pillowed his head, almost giddy. Just as he had done on Jimin’s front Taehyung took his time kissing the skin of his back and by the time his lips pressed into the swell of Jimin’s ass he was already halfway hard again.
“Your body makes me feel crazy,” Taehyung said, squeezing Jimin’s ass with both hands and pulling his cheeks apart to look at his hole. “Can I eat you out?”
Jimin’s cock practically jerked beneath him at the offer, but he shook his head. “I’m all sweaty from dancing. Maybe later after I’ve showered.”
Taehyung didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t mind.” Jimin looked back at him over his shoulder, and he had that pouty expression again.
“Later,” Jimin repeated. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.”
Taehyung still looked a little pouty but he didn’t ask again. Instead he leaned over Jimin to grab lube and a condom from his nightstand. He poured some of the lube on his fingers and began to open Jimin up gently. His fingers were long, reaching way further than Jimin ever could on his own. And he knew how to use them, curling in ways that had Jimin moaning and pushing back against his hand.
“More,” he whined, and Taehyung did as he asked, sliding a third finger inside as he leaned over to kiss Jimin’s spine again. If he did much more Jimin was going to come again before he’d even put his cock inside. “I’m ready, please fuck me,” he begged, not caring at all how needy and pathetic he probably sounded. He had a feeling Taehyung didn’t care.
“Are you sure? I’m pretty big.” Again, the comment usually would have turned Jimin off so quickly his dick would’ve gone limp, but from Taehyung he knew he meant it genuinely. And he was right. Jimin had felt his thick cock in his mouth only an hour ago, he wasn’t exaggerating.
“I’m sure, just – please,” he said, sliding his knees wider and raising his hips.
“Shit, okay, yeah.” Taehyung slid his fingers out and though the loss was startling, Jimin barely had time to mourn it before he felt the head of Taehyung’s cock pressing against him. It felt even bigger than it had sliding between his lips, and his sex addled brain wondered for a moment if it would even fit inside of him.
Only the tip had managed to push past Jimin’s rim when his arms gave out, and he let his chest hit the mattress, his toes curling and goosebumps spreading on his skin.
“Ohmygod,” Taehyung groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, oh fuck.” He rolled his hips just the tiniest bit, working himself inside slowly as Jimin whimpered underneath him. “Does it hurt?”
Jimin just shook his head, words not forming at the moment. He rolled his hips back to meet Taehyung’s small thrusts, encouraging him to fuck him harder. Taehyung seemed to understand exactly what he wanted, his fingers digging into the skin of Jimin’s hips as he fucked him faster and harder, sharp smacks sounding as his pelvis finally met the fat of Jimin’s ass.
“You feel so good, so good. Perfect,” he said, praises continuing to flow out of him as he steadily pounded Jimin into the mattress until the latter’s hips gave out and he laid flat on his stomach. Taehyung leaned over his back, kissing every bit of skin as his thrusts slowed to long slow rolls of his hips. “Jimin-ah, you feel so good.”
Jimin turned his face the best he could, and Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted, leaning down to bring their mouths together in a messy, wet kiss. “Hyung feels good?” Jimin murmured before running his tongue up and across Taehyung’s lips.
The response was immediate, Taehyung’s eyes going wide and his thrusts speeding up again. He sat back suddenly, bringing Jimin with him so they were both on their knees. “Hyung feels so good,” Taehyung confirmed. “So tight around me.” He mouthed at Jimin’s neck. “I’m so close.”
Jimin leaned back against him. “Me too. Wanna see you.”
They readjusted so that Jimin still sat in Taehyung’s lap but facing him, his knees underneath him as Taehyung pushed inside him once more. Jimin pushed sweaty hair out of his eyes and brought their lips together, moaning as Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It only took a few moments before Jimin reached his peak for the second time, his moans spilling on Taehyung’s tongue. Taehyung was only a few beats behind him, his hips stuttering and eventually stopping as he orgasmed.
They didn’t move for a few minutes, still kissing slowly as Taehyung grew soft and slipped out of Jimin’s hole.
“That was,” Taehyung said, his sentence broken up by kisses. “the best sex – I’ve ever had – in my life.”
Jimin smiled against his mouth. “Mmhmm, me too.” Usually he’d be headed for the bathroom by now, unwilling to sit with dried cum on his skin for longer than absolutely necessary. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing Taehyung’s sweet, soft mouth – to suck and nip at his lower lip and slide their tongues together.
“Oh,” Taehyung said after a while, whether it was minutes or hours Jimin wasn’t sure. “Let me clean you up.” He grabbed some tissues from the night stand and wiped as much of the cum as he could from he and Jimin’s chests. “You can shower if you want,” he said. “And I think I have an extra toothbrush in the cabinet. You can wear one of my t-shirts too if you don’t want to sleep naked.”
It seemed he’d already assumed Jimin was going to stay the night, which made Jimin smile. Not only did Taehyung fuck his brains out, but he’d been such a sweetheart all night. Jimin was in serious trouble.
“I know I should shower, but I’m so sleepy,” Jimin said, leaning into Taehyung’s shoulder. “You fucked me too well.”
Taehyung readjusted so that Jimin was laying against the sheets once more. “That’s okay, you deserve some rest. We’ll clean up later.” He kissed Jimin’s lips again gently. Jimin wanted to protest but his eyelids felt like they weighed one hundred pounds. Within seconds he was asleep.
When he woke up again, it was early morning, the clock on Taehyung’s nightstand reading 5:26AM. Jimin realized he was much cleaner than he had been when he’d fallen asleep, all traces of cum gone from his stomach and chest.
Taehyung was sleeping beside Jimin now, still naked with his arm thrown over Jimin’s stomach. He looked sweet and soft, his dark hair spread messily across the pillow. Jimin felt what could only be described as endearment as he gently ran a hand through the sleeping man’s hair. Taehyung let out a soft sigh in his sleep, his lips turning up just slightly at the corners.
As much as Jimin wanted to stay in the bed admiring the view, his bladder had other plans so he climbed out of bed as quietly as he could, tiptoeing to the bathroom.
After peeing he found the toothbrush Taehyung had told him about and brushed his teeth as well, feeling a little more like a human again. His muscles were sore and he was exhausted, but he couldn’t stop smiling.
When he came back to the bedroom Taehyung raised up to look at him, his eyes blinking sleepily.
“Hey,” Jimin said, sliding back under the covers.
“I was worried you left,” Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“Nope,” Jimin said, cupping his cheek with his hand as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his mouth. “Unfortunately you’re stuck with me.”
Taehyung smiled against his mouth, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pulled Jimin into his chest and deepened the kiss. It was slow, mouths and tongues sliding lazily, but it didn’t take long for Taehyung’s cock to harden against Jimin’s hip. Jimin licked his palm before sliding his hand between them and wrapping it around Taehyung’s length, jerking him off slowly in rhythm with their kisses.
“Jimin-hyung,” Taehyung whimpered, and the honorific made Jimin’s pulse quicken. He kissed Taehyung harder, speeding up his hand as he began to roll his hips, dragging his own erection across Taehyung’s thigh. It took barely thirty seconds before Taehyung was jerking in his hand, cum spilling across Jimin’s fingers as he moaned against his lips.
“Sorry, I was dreaming about you before I woke up,” Taehyung said sheepishly, and Jimin grinned.
“That’s okay, baby,” he said, kissing him again.
“Want me to suck you off? You’re still hard.”
Jimin shook his head. “Roll over.”
Taehyung rolled over as Jimin asked, and immediately began to press his ass back against Jimin’s cock. And god, Jimin hadn’t gotten much of a look at it last night, but Taehyung’s ass was almost as impressive as his cock, smooth and round and perfectly shaped. He sunk his fingers into the soft skin pulling him open a bit as the head of Jimin’s cock skimmed over his hole.
“Hyung,” Taehyung moaned again. Jimin could barely control his hips as he started to rut against him, his cock sliding clumsily against his perineum. He thought he must’ve been losing his mind, because even dry it felt so good.
But wet was always better, so he reached for the lube that was still laying on the sheets, completely forgotten from the night before. He coated his cock with it and pushed back between Taehyung’s legs, groaning at how much better it felt. He could probably even come like this.
“Jimin, please” Taehyung whined, pushing back against him again.
“Please what, baby?” Jimin mouthed at the back of his neck, groaning as his length dragged against the hot skin of Taehyung’s inner thighs.
“Fuck me. Please.”
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Jimin said honestly. He was already close, and the mere thought of pressing inside Taehyung’s hole was almost enough to make him come.
“Don’t care. Just want to feel you.”
His deep moans turned to whimpers as Jimin pressed two fingers inside of him. He sucked gently at the back of Taehyung’s neck as he worked him open, smiling at the way Taehyung’s breathing stuttered when Jimin’s fingers twisted just right.
When he was ready Jimin rolled him onto his back and pushed inside slowly, savoring the way Taehyung’s eyes slipped shut and his lips parted in bliss. Gorgeous. Unfairly so. Jimin rolled his hips a bit lazily, trying to let the moment last as long as possible even though he was already so close to the edge.
Taehyung let out the sweetest sounds, breathy little whines and deep moans falling from full, rosy lips until Jimin swallowed them down on his tongue. He’d started to get hard again, and his heavy length laid on his stomach, just barely bouncing as Jimin thrust into him.
“Hyung,” he moaned once more, fingers scrabbling at Jimin’s back when he couldn’t manage to keep the pace slow any longer. Taehyung just felt too good, looked too good, sounded too good. Everything about him drove Jimin wild and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to get enough.
In other words, Jimin was in trouble.
Because he’d never be able to have sex with anyone else again without comparing it to this.
Not that he wanted to.
“I’m close,” Jimin rasped against Taehyung’s mouth.
“Me too. Come inside? Please?”
Jimin’s hips went faster, and he gripped Taehyung’s hips in his hands as he chased his release. When it finally crashed into him he let out a loud whining moan that might have been embarrassing if the orgasm hadn’t felt so incredible. He pumped Taehyung’s length with his hand until he twitched under his touch, spilling cum all over his stomach as he moaned Jimin’s name.
“Good?” Jimin asked, mouthing at the line of Taehyung’s jaw.
“The best,” Taehyung answered.
They kissed again, slow and lazy, until Jimin’s cock slipped from Taehyung’s hole and cum started to leak out onto the sheets.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for the tissues on Taehyung’s nightstand.
Taehyung just laughed. “It’s okay, I asked you to. But we probably should shower now.”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung’s expression turned shy. “I was wondering, and you can say no, but maybe after we shower, you could stay for a while? I know you probably have plans, but we could go back to sleep for a bit and then watch a movie or something? I’d really like to get to know you better. If that’s okay.”
Jimin didn’t know if he’d ever felt this fond minutes after sex, still naked and sweaty with a man he’d just met hours before. He leaned down and kissed Taehyung’s mouth once more, not much more than a peck. “Okay, but I have one condition.”
Taehyung’s brows pulled together. “What’s that?”
“We shower together.”
Taehyung covered his face with his hands as he laughed.
“What? I’m very passionate about water conservation.”
“Right, of course.”
Jimin couldn’t help but stare at Taehyung’s bare form as he turned on the shower and brushed his teeth as he waited for the water to warm up. He was truly one of the most beautiful people Jimin had ever seen in his life.
The warm water felt amazing as it pelted Jimin’s skin, especially when paired with the warm brushes of Taehyung’s mouth on his neck and shoulders.
“Want me to wash your back?” he asked, his teeth grazing the skin just below Jimin’s ear.
“Okay,” Jimin said with a shaky breath.
It started innocently enough, Taehyung rubbing a washcloth in gentle circles over Jimin’s back. But then the washcloth was replaced with Taehyung’s hands, soft and slippery with soap as he rubbed them against the skin of Jimin’s lower back.
His hands slid lower, squeezing lightly at Jimin’s cheeks before spreading him open gently.
“Fuck,” Jimin gasped. He whimpered as Taehyung ran a finger over his hole, pressing lightly against him.
“Can I eat you out now?” He asked, his lips back against Jimin’s ear.
“Y - yes,” Jimin stammered. His cock was completely hard again, jutting out and brushing against the cool shower wall. He took it in his hand as Taehyung kneeled behind him, slowly stroking himself.
Taehyung pulled him open again, squeezing just enough to make Jimin gasp, before he leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue over Jimin’s hole.
“Oh my god,” Jimin moaned, pushing back against the warm, wet heat of Taehyung’s tongue.
About twenty minutes and two orgasms later, Jimin joined Taehyung on his couch, extra comfy in an oversized t-shirt and sweats. He’d never really done this part before — just hanging out after a hookup — and he was a little surprised to find that he didn’t feel awkward at all.
He smiled as he watched Taehyung load his sheets into the washer, the other man’s hair soft and wavy after his shower. It was easy to imagine what a relationship with him would be like, which Jimin knew was a crazy thing to think about a man he’d just met, but it was true.
Jimin’s phone buzzed in his hand, revived by a borrowed charger from Taehyung after dying sometime overnight. Unsurprisingly, multiple texts from Jungkook started to fly in.
1:32 am
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: soooooo?
3:03 am
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: your location is off did you make it home?
6:15 am
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: i know you’re not going to be awake for a few hours but if you could pls let me
know that you didn’t get murdered I’d appreciate it
7:03 am
I’m alive
Barely
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: thank god
wait your location hasn’t moved
omg are you still at his place
maybe…
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: 😦
…
i like him
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: you’re welcome
For what??
kooromi ↻(𓄼 .̀ ̮.́)Ψ: tricking you into going to a jazz club :)
You’re still annoying
I hope you at least got a kiss out of namjoon
The next message was a selfie of Jungkook in a bed that Jimin quickly realized was not his own, covers pulled up to his chin and a big stupid smile on his face. There was a sleeping form next to him, and even though Jimin could only see his back, he was pretty sure he could figure out who it was.
Better than a kiss, was the text accompanying the photo, and Jimin rolled his eyes before sending back thank god.
Taehyung sat next to him on the couch and spread a soft blanket over them both.
“What should we watch?” he asked, stifling a yawn as he reached for his remote.
Jimin shrugged. “If I’m honest, I’ll probably be asleep in five minutes. I’m not much of a morning person.”
Taehyung grinned. “Oh thank god. Me neither.”
After about thirty seconds of bewildering sudden shyness as he watched Taehyung scroll through options on the tv, Jimin scooted closer, tentatively leaning his head against his shoulder.
“Hold on,” Taehyung said, adjusting so that Jimin was sitting between his long legs, his back leaning back against Taehyung’s chest. “That’s better. Feel free to fall asleep, I don’t mind.” Jimin settled against him gladly, feeling a bit silly when he noticed how well they fit together. Taehyung was warm and solid, but not too firm, his arms sliding around Jimin’s waist feeling almost familiar.
“I think I really like you, Kim Taehyung,” Jimin said softly.
Taehyung nuzzled his nose against his cheek before kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth. “I like you too. Too much already.”
Jimin smiled as he returned the kiss and then settled into Taehyung’s arms, perfectly comfortable and quickly slipping back into sleep.