#Few days ago I told to my friend that Fizz always gets an orange color as result in personality tests

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Glittering Reminiscence

AO3

Summary: Somehow, miraculously, they have a day off. Jimin proposes the idea of an in room spa day with Taehyung hoping, maybe, just maybe, something will happen.

Word Count: 7238

Tags: Taehyung/Jimin, Top Taehyung, Bottom Jimin, first time, bubble baths :)

A/N: Ahaha like BTS would ever get a day off during tour. But glossing over that I hope you enjoy the fic! It's part of a monthly challenge I'm doing with @kimlinebiased where we give each other dialogue prompts and a character or ship. This month mine was "Why the hell is there glitter every where?" with the stipulation that it had to include holo glitter and Jimin.

Jungkook: I can’t believe we have a whole day off!

Jimin checked the group chat as they drove to the hotel in separate cars. They had somehow managed, between concerts and TV appearances, to get a solid day and a half off. They didn’t have to be anywhere until the morning after tomorrow. Their cheers had been deafening when the managers told them and the staff smiled too, at their excitement and their own prospect of a day off. The happiness was only slightly diminished by the fact they had to stay in the hotel. Security was taking the day off too.

Yoongi: I’m going to sleep for a solid 24 hours.

Hoseok: You have to eat, hyung.

Yoongi: I’ll eat in my dreams.

Jin: lol that’s one way to not gain weight.

Jin: Jungkookie, wanna play games tomorrow?

Jimin watched the texts come in. Taehyung sat next to him smiling. Namjoon nearly ruined their whole mood when he suggested that they work instead. Saying it would be a good opportunity for all of them to focus on writing new music. Jungkook sent a selfie of himself pouting, big doe eyes pleading. He must have turned it on Namjoon in person too or else Hoseok’s request to have some time to see his family through skype and Jin’s insistence that rest and play would do them more good convinced Namjoon to relent. He was soon plotting a gaming marathon with Jin and Jungkook.

Jimin had been waiting for Taehyung to join in but he didn’t.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” Jimin finally asked. An idea had been forming in the back of his head but if Taehyung had plans he didn’t want to interrupt them.

Taehyung shrugged. “I might work on a song. It’ll be Christmas before we know it and I’d like to release a song around then.”

Jimin pouted. “Jin-hyung is right. We should take the day off. I-” Jimin dropped his voice, not sure he should suggest it. “I had another idea.”

Taehyung’s brows drew together and he looked mildly at Jimin. “What is it?” he asked equally as soft.

“Remember before debut, we would spend afternoons sometimes on the weekends at the public bath?”

Taehyung laughed. “Yeah, wow that feels like so long ago. We would wear moisturizing masks or sit in the sauna. The ajussis would give us dirty looks when we were too loud.”

Jimin laughed too, remembering. “I think they hated us.”

“No they didn’t,” Taehyung shook his head. “They gave us oranges to eat and smiled when they thought we weren’t looking.” His laughter faded to a soft smile as he remembered. “Those were good times. I miss them.”

“So let’s have an in room spa day tomorrow. We’ll do face masks and eat oranges and act like kids again,” Jimin suggested. He took Taehyung's large hand in his own smaller one, ignoring the thrill that never failed to run through him when he did, and gave it a pleading squeeze.

“We’re still kids Jiminah,” Taehyung laughed, squeezing back and nodding. “Yeah, sounds like fun.”

The sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the ride to the hotel. Jimin was glad Taehyung had his left hand so he didn't have to let go and he could still send the managers a few texts requests with his right.

The wait at the hotel was longer than usual but the rooms when they finally got to them were nicer. Jimin’s was the last at the end of a hall, a suit with a kitchen and sitting room, a separate bedroom and a master bathroom that on it’s own was bigger than their whole first dorm.

As Jimin looked around he thought about tomorrow. He was nervous. He’d been vaguely planning something like this for a while. He thought reminding Taehyung of their sexually charged youthful teasing could be a way to bring up the burning desire that seemed to be building between them. At least Jimin felt it. And he suspected Taehyung did too if they half caught glances and goosebumps every time they touched were any sign.

Jimin was pulled out of his thoughts when a manager dropped off the items he’d requested and said they were all eating dinner in the hotel restaurant tonight.

Jimin didn’t have time to worry over the next days events until it was late and he was relaxed with a few glasses of wine. Then it was only Taehyung’s seductive smile that followed him into his dreams.

It was late morning, nearly afternoon when Taehyung knocked on his door waking him up. He had at least brought coffee and a muffin, which Jimin sipped and ate gratefully, curled into a corner of the couch.

“You’re not too hungover for our spa day, are you?” Taehyung asked worried when Jimin only grunted as a good morning. “The more I thought about it last night the more excited I got. I thought maybe we could eat snacks and watch a movie or something too.” He gestured to the grocery bag he’d brought with him Jimin hadn’t thought to question.

Taehyung’s excitement fueled his own. “I only had three glasses of wine all last night.” He stretched his arms over his head yawning. It pulled his t-shirt up enough to expose a strip of skin at his waistband. He saw Taehyung's eyes take it in and then dart away, faint color rising on his cheeks. “I’m not hungover,” Jimin continued, ignoring Taehyung’s look like he always did. He tried not to read too much into Taehyung’s excitement. “What did you want to do first?”

Taehyung sat in the other corner cross legged. “We used to steam in the sauna first, but obviously there’s not one in the room and we aren’t supposed to leave.” Taehyung frowned, disappointed.

Jimin was glad he had thought ahead. “We could take a hot bath. The tub is big enough for both of us. I even bought a bath bomb.”

Taehyung looked around surprised, only now taking in how fancy the room was. He got up to go look at the tub and Jimin followed.

There was a large white tub in the farthest corner of the bathroom, across from it was a double vanity with a huge mirror behind it. Fresh flowers stood in a sparkling vase between the sinks, a stack of white fluffy towels on either end. Closer to the door was a dark tiled shower….room; it was big enough to hold four people at least, with jets arrayed in the arches over head.

“Wow!” Taehyung stared around, his mouth hanging comically open. “Why do you have such a nice room? We all noticed the rooms were nicer but this is…” He trailed off.

Jimin was suddenly shy. “I asked for it. I wanted a nice bathroom for our spa day. I payed the difference because the company wouldn’t.” His voice got even quieter. “I actually had to pay the difference for everyone’s room so we could all be on the same floor.”

“Wow, Jimin, you’re such a good friend.” Taehyung hugged him. “I’m sure everyone is grateful for the nicer rooms on our day off.”

Jimin blushed hugging Taehyung back but didn’t know what to say.

Taehyung let him go and Jimin had to bite back a whine at the loss of contact. “We’ll have to make sure we make the most of it. Why don’t you draw a bath and we’ll shower off before we get in.”

Jimin nodded. He turned on the tap, starting the large tub filling with hot water. When he turned around Taehyung was already shirtless and pulling down his cotton sleep pants. “It’s been a while since we showered together, huh?” Taehyung said with a laugh. A nervous laugh? Jimin couldn’t tell.

“Yeah,” Jimin answered, hoping Taehyung wouldn’t hear the nerves in his own voice.

Taehyung went to pull down his boxers and Jimin practically squeaked, resisting the urge to turn away. That would be weird right? Instead he pulled his shirt over his head and focused on undressing himself. Taehyung was in the shower by the time he was finished. Jimin opened the shower door which was already steamy and stepped in. Taehyung had his back to him, hands over his head to pull the water through his hair. Jimin gaped for a minute, taking in his broad shoulders, the soft muscled lines of his back, down to the curve of his ass. Taehyung shook the water out of his eyes and Jimin caught himself. He probably shouldn’t perv on his friend like that, and it would be pretty awkward to explain an erection. He stepped up to one of the sprays of water and focused on washing himself.

“Ah this is nice,” Taehyung said, grinning at Jimin through the steam.

Jimin grinned back letting the warm water run over him. “It is.” They shared the soap and shampoo between them and Jimin managed to keep his eyes above the waist. The bath was so big that it was just finishing filling when they got out. They didn’t bother with towels so Jimin ran dripping back into the bedroom to get the bath bombs.

“Grab your toothbrush too! You have coffee breath!” Taehyung called after him. Jimin spared him a scowl over his shoulder as he went through the door and was pretty sure Taehyung had been staring at his ass.

He came back quickly carrying the paper bag with the bath bombs in one hand and his toothbrush in the other. Taehyung was sitting on the edge of the tub. If he felt weird or awkward hanging around naked, it didn’t show. Jimin tried not to show it either. He handed the paper bag to Taehyung.

“Here, put them in the water while I brush my teeth.” He rolled his eyes. “You brought me the coffee, how can you complain?”

Taehyung wasn’t listening though, looking at the oddly shaped purple ball in his hand. He sniffed it and sighed in appreciation. He set it gently in the water and purple and white bubbles started fizzing out immediately.

“Wow! Cool!” Taehyung exclaimed.

“Have you never used a bath bomb?” Jimin asked around his tooth brush.

“No. It’s pretty. It’s all glittery,” Taehyung commented looking at his hands. “Should we use both at once or wait?”

Jimin shrugged. “It’s a big tub so I wasn’t sure. Let's just do both.”

Taehyung dropped the second one in from higher up, watching it sink briefly before bobbing to the surface spinning slightly and fizzing.

Jimin finished brushing his teeth and they both climbed into the tub. They sat at opposite ends and stretched put so their legs were side by side under the sparkly purple water. It was hot, almost uncomfortably so. Still, Jimin hummed appreciatively as he slid deeper in. He rolled his head back against the cool edge of the tub and closed his eyes.

“Feels good,” he sighed. He let the warmth seep into his muscles, relaxing them slowly. “This is nice.”

He sat up slowly opening his eyes to see Taehyung staring at him opened mouthed and red faced. Taehyung looked away quickly when their eyes met. “Is the water too hot?” Jimin asked, suddenly worried. “Your face is all red. We can add some cold water to cool it down a little.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m fine,” Taehyung insisted.

Jimin shrugged. “If you say so, but I don’t want you to pass out. That would ruin our day. So say something if you feel too hot.”

They sat in silence for a minute, Taehyung staring off to the side.

“What do you miss most from before we debuted?” he blurted eventually.

Jimin laughed, startled. “Is this a secret interview where we talk about our feelings? Are there hidden cameras? They are going to have a lot of blurring to do.” He said it as a joke but suddenly wondered if it was true. Was this why they had the day off?

Jimin didn’t get to worry further.

“Of course not. We’ve never told anyone about our bath house trips.” Taehyung looked like a kicked puppy and Jimin felt a little guilty for thinking it.

“Okay, sorry. You’re right. What do I miss most about those days?” Jimin thought. “The anonymity was nice, but we’ve talked about that before. So I guess, sometimes, I miss the closeness. We’re closer now, we’re all like family but, a grown up family, you know? We used to be together all the time because we had to. We all slept in the same room, sometimes in the same bed.” Jimin played with the water in front of him, the soft smell from the bath bomb floating up to him stronger. “Now except for Hobi-hyung and me, we’ve all got separate rooms and studios, we only get together to work.”

Taehyung was quiet for a moment after he finished, then laughed. “Jiminah, we see each other all the time. We are still always together. Before tour, you and Jin-hyung went out for drinks all the time. And Kookie still comes to sleep in your bed at least once a week, I’m surprised he stayed in his room last night. I doubt he would have if he knew how fancy yours was. How are you not sick of us yet?”

Jimin pouted, flicking at the fizzling ball. It was starting to turn more white than purple. “You asked.”

Taehyung pushed a waved of water at him. It splashed his face and hair, slopping over the side of the tub. It caught him off guard and he just sat in shock, water dripping from his hair.

“Hey!” He splashed Taehyung back. Taehyung sputtered and grinned. He shifted so his legs floated in the water between them and started kicking. Plumes of sparkling water sprayed into the air, and Jimin’s face. Jimin turned his head away, squinting against the onslaught but reached out for Taehyung’s legs. He managed to stop Taehyung’s splashing and used his legs as leverage to get to his shoulders and dunk him under water. He came up huffing and shaking water out of his hair, and back at Jimin. He grinned at Jimin waiting for retaliation.

Jimin was shocked into forgetting their play for the moment. Taehyung was just so aching gorgeous. His hair was sticking out at odd but artfully chaotic angles and water still dripped from it down his cheeks and onto his chest. His eyes were bright with laughter and his smile wide and genuine. It would have been dazzling anytime but the glitter in the water had coated everything, his hair, across his nose and cheeks, the tops of his shoulders. He sparkled like some fey creature, too beautiful to be real.

Even when Taehyung caught Jimin staring, their eyes meeting for a tense moment before Taehyung looked away shy, he still had to shake himself out of his daze.

He cleared his throat and laughed to cover it. “You have glitter everywhere. You look like one of those stupid vampires.”

“So do you!” Taehyung splashed at him a little. “Ah, well I guess your a fairy not a vampire,” he corrected himself with a grin.

“I’m an angel, not a fairy. You can be the fairy since they are angels servants.”

With the awkwardness smoothed over, they chatted and teased while they relaxed in the bath till it started to cool.

“Probably time to scrub. Do you have mitts?” Taehyung thought for a moment. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen them outside of Korea.”

“They were part of the stuff I asked for yesterday and they normally say something if thea couldn't find it. They must have them somewhere. I’ll go get them.” Jimin climbed out of the tub and ran dripping into the bedroom for the second time that day.

Taehyung had started the shower when Jimin got back. “They don’t have stools but there are benches,” he said peeking out of the clear doors.

“It’ll work.” Jimin stepped into the shower. “You can go first.”

“Okay.” Taehyung sat on one of the benches, leaving space for Jimin and turned away.

Jimin sat behind him and started scrubbing his back.

“Remember the ajussis used to tell me I didn’t scrub hard enough?” Jimin could hear the recalled laughter in Taehyung’s voice.

“They were always commenting on how skinny you were. I think they wanted you to scrub me raw.” Jimin chuckled.

“Your skin looked nice after though,” Taehyung acknowledged.

Jimin didn’t comment and just kept scrubbing.

“I don’t think all this glitter is going to come off,” he said after a pause.

Taehyung shrugged. “So we sparkle for a few days. It’ll be a fun reminder of our day off.”

Jimin scrubbed Taehyung all over. He tried, as he had back then, to be impersonal about it. It was easier to not get turned on when they were in a room full of other people. A eight year old and his grampa walking by naked has a pretty chilling influence on the libido. Here alone in the hot shower, it was harder to ignore.

On his knees in front of a seated naked Taehyung, it was particularly hard not to imagine dirty things. Scrubbing his bare thigh with the mitt, it was hard not to wish he was stroking the skin softly with his bare hand. The dead skin sloughing off made it easier to keep his mind focused, but only a little. Taehyung got up to rinse in the running water when Jimin told him too and he came back with that patch of skin now smooth and golden and... Jimin swallowed. He tried not to make it weird, and tickled Taehyung’s toes like he used to when he scrubbed his feet.

If Jimin thought it was hard to behave when he was scrubbing Taehyung it was double hard when it was the other way around. He had put on muscle as he got older and he scrubbed harder for it, but not hard enough to completely overcome the thrill of Taehyung’s hands all over him. Taehyung was either polite enough not to comment or didn’t notice that Jimin was half hard as he scrubbed his legs and feet. Jimin wasn’t sure which he hoped for.

Belatedly, he realized he could have just set his feet across Taehyung’s lap instead of him kneeling between his legs like this. But he couldn’t deny it was a great view. Taehyung looked up at him with his wet hair still plastered to his face and water running over his shoulders. His cheeks were red but Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the water. Jimin got distracted watching his mouth moving imaging the way it would feel if it moved against Jimin’s skin.

“Hey, you’re done.” Taehyung smacked his thigh as he stood up.

Jimin yelped and scowled at Taehyung’s answering grin.

The rinsed one final time, toweled off, and wrapped themselves in the fluffy hotel bathrobes.

Taehyung sprawled across the huge bed. “So what do we do now?”

Jimin sat cross legged beside him and pawed through the bag. “We could do face masks,” he said pulling out a box and setting it to one side. “And I have oranges.” He set those aside too. “And I got stuff to do manicures.” He dumped out the files and buffers on the bed along with half a dozen or more bottles of colorful glittering nail polish.

Taehyung snatched up a bottle of sparkly purple. “Wow. It’s pretty!”

Jimin pawed through the bottles. “Mmm they did manage to find some holo,” he muttered.

Taehyung looked confused. “What?”

“Holo glitter nail polish. It's really pretty.” He held up a bottle of shimmery silver. He twisted it and the light reflected of the tiny specks of glitter, shifting through a riot of colors. “See how is changes? It almost looks like a rainbow? That’s called holo.”

“Ahhh okay.” Taehyung nodded like he understood but there was a blank look behind his eyes that told Jimin he probably didn't.

Jimin didn't push it. “Let's watch a movie and do manicures for each other. We used to watch TV in the lounge at the bath anyway so it's kinda the same,” he suggested.

Taehyung agreed and they tried to decide on a movie. There weren't many option in Korean or even with Korean subtitles on the hotel TV so they set up Jimin's laptop next to the bed and played an old drama.

Taehyung did Jimin first. Jimin sat cross legged on the bed tucking the robe between his legs, his hand on his thigh while Taehyung trimmed and buffed his nails and rubbed lotion into his skin. Jimin enjoyed the papering, Taehyung's larger hands massaging his own, the feel of Taehyung's breath over his knuckles when he lifted Jimin's finger closer to his face for inspection.

They laughed at the antics of the main characters in the drama. Jimin used his free hand to feed Taehyung snacks. Taehyung absently licked the crumbs from Jimin’s finger tips every so often not noticing Jimin freezing every time or the soft gasp that escaped him.

“So what color?” Taehyung asked once he was ready to start painting.

Jimin shrugged. “You pick.”

Taehyung sat up and looked over the options and finally settled on the silver holo one Jimin had held up earlier. “You liked this one, right?”

Jimin grinned and nodded.

Taehyung twisted off the cap and a chemical smell filled the room making Jimin wrinkle his nose. Taehyung laughed and set the cap back on to scratch softly under Jimin’s chin. “How are you so cute?” he said affection plain in his voice.

Jimin grinned and blushed, flustered.

Taehyung just smirked. He grabbed Jimin’s hand and held it still as he carefully painted on the shimmery liquid. He blew over the nail when he finished and moved on to the next one.

Jimin was fascinated by Taehyung’s concentration. He could see Taehyung’s tongue peeking out between his teeth. It was so adorable, it filled Jimin with a warm feeling. Taehyung was too focused to notice Jimin’s starting so he used the opportunity to examine every beautiful line of Taehyung’s face, from the strong line of his eyebrows to his wide cheekbones. It made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the freckle on his nose and cheek.

Taehyung licked his lips, letting the bottom one slide out slowly from beneath his top teeth.

Jimin swallowed the moan threatening to escape him at the sight. Okay, maybe part of him wanted more than an innocent kiss.

Taehyung switched hands. When he blew over Jimin’s pinky, he looked up. “Something on my face?” There was a devious glint to his eyes.

“Uh, no.” Jimin flushed at being caught.

Taehyung blew one last time across Jimin’s nails still holding Jimin’s gaze. “Done,” he whispered, slowly setting Jimin’s hand down

Jimin blinked and looked away. He swallowed thickly. “So, uh, I’ll do yours now.”

“That needs to dry first,” Taehyung pointed out.

Jimin looked at his nails, moving his fingers slightly to see the glitter shifting with the change of light. It was pretty and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “Your right.”

They went back to watching the drama for a while, arguing over whether the main character was an asshole or not. Taehyung argued that encouraging a whole classroom full of people to be mean to one student automatically made him a dick, while Jimin countered that his upbringing hadn't taught him it was wrong, but once he knew better he wouldn’t do it, so deep down inside he must be a good guy. Taehyung just rolled his eyes and insisted the female lead was better off without him.

When Jimin’s nail polish was dry, they both sat cross legged facing each other and Jimin started the same process on Taehyung.

“You have such nice hands,” Jimin murmured when he was close to done, smoothing lotion along his long tapered fingers.

Taehyung grinned, catching Jimin’s eye but didn’t say anything.

Jimin cleared his throat after a pause. “What color do you want?”

It was Taehyung’s turn to shrug.

“How about this?” Jimin held up a bottle. It was dark purple, but then he twisted the bottle slightly and it was deep green.

“Wow, cool.” Taehyung snatched the bottle from Jimin and examined it closer. “Yeah, this one’s awesome.” He handed the bottle back to Jimin.

Jimin took it and opened it, motioning for Taehyung to hold his hands out.

As Jimin painted, he kept flicking his eyes up to Taehyung’s face to check if he was being watched the same way he’d done to Taehyung. Sometimes Taehyung would be looking at the laptop, but frequently he was watching Jimin work. He didn’t say or do anything when Jimin caught him. Just looked back with a careful neutral expression.

Jimin licked his lips slow and deliberate and pursed them to blow across Taehyung’s nails. He flicked his eyes up in time to catch Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You’re done,” Jimin said, straightening up.

Taehyung curled his fingers to examine his nails. “Pretty.”

“It’s a shame they won’t let us wear it on stage.” Jimin sighed and brushed the hair off his forehead. “I bet that would look really cool when you did singularity.”

“You think?” He sang the first few lines, touching his face and giving Jimin a smoldering look. His dark nails stood out dark against the smooth tanned skin of his cheek and soft pink lips.

The impromptu performance should have been silly, Taehyung in a bathrobe singing a Capella, but his expression caught Jimin’s breath in his throat. He expected Taehyung to release him, smile in his goofy way at the absurdity of it. Instead he let his hand fall from his face, turning to look full on at Jimin with his head cocked.

Jimin took a few short shuddering breaths.

“Why did you want to do this? Hang out and reminisce about old times?” Taehyung dropped the burning edge from his gaze as he spoke but not the intensity.

Jimin fidgeted, finally able to look away and almost breath normally. He still didn’t know how to answer the question though. He wasn’t entirely sure himself. It’s not like back then he had ever admitted how he felt either. But it had felt like they were working toward it, and then debut and with everything after, it didn’t seem like the right time. But the feelings never went away and Jimin was sick of waiting. There was just so much more to risk now that Jimin had to be sure before he said anything. Which still didn’t entirely explain why this seemed like a good idea. “I don’t know,” he said honestly and shrugged.

“Jimin-ah.” There was irritation and affection in the way Taehyung said his name.

Jimin looked up and this time it was his face Taehyung’s hands were touching, fingertips brushing along both cheeks. Jimin sat spellbound as Taehyung drew closer, slowly. He flicked his eyes to Taehyung’s lips, soft and parted and back up to his eyes in time to watch them slip closed. Jimin’s closed his own. A moment later he felt Taehyung’s lips, plush and smooth, molding against his own perfectly.

Jimin leaned into the kiss, his lips parting without a thought. Taehyung didn’t take advantage right away. Instead he shifted one hand down to curl around the back of Jimin’s neck, pulling him closer. He used to opportunity to change angle and nibble at Jimin’s lower lip, flicking his tongue against it. Jimin gasped and opened his mouth wider. This time Taehyung responded, deepening the kiss. Jimin leaned into it, his hands coming up to clutch at Taehyung’s shoulders.

Jimin wasn’t sure how long it lasted. When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, he was breathless and a little dizzy.

“I like you Jimin-ah,” Taehyung whispered. His eyes were closed and he looked nearly as dazed as Jimin. “And I think you like me too.”

“Yeah,” Jimin mumbled. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it wasn’t exactly a question either. He tilted his head up to catch Taehyung’s mouth with his own, shifting up onto his knees to get closer and wrap his arms around Taehyung's neck. Taehyung's hands settled on Jimin’s waist easily, naturally. They kissed long and slow. Jimin savored every moment. He’d been dreaming about it for years it was almost overwhelming for it to finally be happening.

Jimin’s fingers crept under the fluffy collar of Taehyung bathrobe to clutch at the skin of his shoulders and pull him closer. Taehyung let out a low gasp as their lips parted to deepen the kiss. Jimin took it for encouragement, trying to crawl into Taehyung’s lap. He stretched his legs out to let Jimin straddle his thighs, one hand dropping from Jimin’s hip to the bed to support himself the other pulling Jimin closer.

Jimin dropped his hands lower, opening the bathrobe and exploring the smooth expanse of Taehyung’s chest.

“Jimin.” It was somewhere between a moan and a warning.

Taehyung’s hands grabbed Jimin’s, stopping them as the tried to go lower. He broke the kiss, biting his lip and exhaling slowly trying to steady himself. “Are you sure? Is this what you want?”

Jimin could have laughed at the idea that Taehyung naked and moan his name wasn't something he'd wanted for years now. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m nearly naked in your lap. I thought my intentions were pretty obvious.” A sudden unpleasant thought crossed Jimin’s mind. “Is-Is this not what you want? I thought-” Nasty thoughts started to burrow their way into the happy bubble Jimin was in.

“No! I mean, yes,” Taehyung interrupted. “I mean, I want you.” He turned away suddenly shy. “This just happened so fast. I didn’t want to go to far and, you know. Things could be weird if we… and then…” He looked up then, his arms surrounding Jimin and pulling him closer, close enough their chests nearly touched and Jimin could feel the bare skin of Taehyung’s thigh against his own. “If you want this...” one of his hands side inside the bathrobe to grip his thigh. Jimin watched as Taehyung slid up and over his hip, starting up his chest and circling the back of his neck. “Fuck, Jimin, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He pulled Jimin into a kiss, hard, biting at his lip when Jimin moaned.

Jimin was lost in the kiss, already feeling like he was falling into Taehyung, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he suddenly found himself on his back with Taehyung over him. He stared up into his face. He was beautiful, lips parted and red from kissing, eyes wide and dark.

“Jimin?”

He had asked something but Jimin wasn’t sure what. It didn’t matter. “Yes,” Jimin sighed, reaching up to slide Taehyung’s robe open and off his shoulders. He sat back enough to pull it off completely before settling back between Jimin’s legs. Jimin’s own robe had fallen open when he landed on the bed so he could run his bare legs against Taehyung’s hip and enjoy the feel of skin on skin.

Taehyung held himself away enough that they weren’t touching where it really mattered but Jimin was determined to change that. He hooked his feet behind Taehyung’s ass and pulled him closer. They both moaned when their cocks slid against each other. Taehyung looked down between them to watch as he thrust his hips forward again, exhaling hard.

Jimin watched too. He’d seen Taehyung’s dick before but not fully hard and not when he was naked on top of him. He was thicker and longer than Jimin, a fact that, at the moment, didn’t bother Jimin in the slightest. He was more interested in how hard he was, the head purple and leaking a dribble of precome onto Jimin’s cock and slicking the way for another thrust.

Jimin couldn’t help the soft noise that he made. It drew Taehyung’s attention back to his mouth for a sloppy kiss, neither of them able to to put much effort in.

“Jimin, I want-” Taehyung panted. “Can I-?” Full sentences seemed to be escaping him for the moment.

It didn’t matter, Jimin wanted the same thing. He wiggled out from under Taehyung. Jimin shrugged out of his robe and leaned across the bed the reach into his luggage and grab a bottle of lube.

He lay back down. “Do you want me to do it or did you want to?”

Taehyung stared, looking a little lost. “Um, I’ve never done this before.”

“I haven’t either. Not with another person anyway,” Jimin admitted. “I can start and you can watch if you want.” He bit his lip and let his hand travel over his chest and down his abs. Taehyung watched its progress swallowing visibly when Jimin wrapped his hand around his cock. Jimin moaned softly as he stroked himself a few times, that far off feeling of pressure building. He let go and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some across his fingers. He bent his knees and spread his legs wide, reaching down to circle his rim. He sucked his breath in a little at the cold and let it out with a moan when he slipped one finger inside.

He spent more time using only one finger that he might have normally, sliding it in and out and circling his rim, trying to put on a good show. It seemed to be working, Taehyung couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to watch his hand, or the way the muscle of his stomach contracted when it felt particularly good, or the expression Jimin made when he let out a soft moan.

Taehyung groaned allowed with him when Jimin finally pushed a second finger inside and started the slow teasing process of working himself open. He was about to add a third when Taehyung finally spoke.

“Can I?”

Jimin nodded and Taehyung shifted closer.

Jimin watched him squeeze lube over his fingers, not stopping the slow steady rhythm he had with his own until Taehyung was ready. He braced one hand on Jimin’s thigh, rubbing gently. He pushed two fingers in, breathing out a slow sigh as he did.

“Fuck, Jimin. You’re so tight.” He pumped his fingers, scissoring slightly on the next draw out to feel the resistance and pulling a moan from Jimin.

Taehyung was apparently a quick study because it wasn’t long before he found Jimin’s prostate. He paused to rub against it every few thrusts, making Jimin moan and squirm.

“Tae,” Jimin whined. “I need more. Please.”

Taehyung pulled his fingers out to squirt more lube on them. Jimin whined at the loss but he didn’t have to wait long. This time Taehyung pushed in three, pausing at the second knuckle. “God, Jimin, so tight. Am I- does that hurt?”

“No.” Jimin rocked his hips up trying to get Taehyung deeper. “More. Please.”

“Okay,” Taehyung agreed breathless. He leaned over to kiss Jimin’s neck. “You’re so fucking hot like this,” he whispered against Jimin’s skin, licking his way down to nibble at Jimin’s collar bone.

Jimin moaned, the pressure at the base of his spine kicking up a notch. “Tae.” Jimin gasped when Taehyung hit his sweet spot just right. “God, fuck me already.”

Taehyung sucked in his breath. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care. You won’t. Please.” Jimin was sure he would be embarrassed at how desperate he sounded later, but right now he didn’t care. He bit his lip, looking up at Taehyung pleading.

“Okay, yeah, okay.” He sat back grabbing the bottle of lube again but paused. “Should we-Do you have condoms?”

Jimin bit his lip, this time in indecision. “In my bag but… you don’t have to use them if you don’t want.”

Taehyung shuddered out a breath and nodded. He squeezed out some lube and slicked himself. He held the base of his cock and leaned over. He paused and looked down at Jimin’s face, eyes wandering over his features. Jimin felt a hot blush creep across his cheeks at the scrutiny.

“You’re so beautiful, Jiminie,” Tae murmured softly.

Jimin looked away. He wrapped his legs around Taehyung’s waist and pulled him closer in wordless encouragement. Taehyung looked between them lining himself up. “Just tell me to stop if it hurts.”

Jimin nodded.

Taehyung pushed, the head of his cock slipped passed Jimin’s rim. They moaned together, Jimin’s a high whine and Taehyung’s a low groan.

“Fuck, so tight.”

It felt impossibly good. Jimin had used toys before, but nothing as big as Taehyung. The slight burn from the stretch couldn’t compare to the cold silicon.

Taehyung eased a little deeper, inch by slow inch.

Jimin whined, biting his lip hard. It stung but he wanted more.

Taehyung looked down at Jimin’s face and froze. “Does it hurt? Should I-”

“No! Please keep going. Please,” Jimin panted. He shifted his hips up trying to get Taehyung deeper.

Taehyung obliged, sinking deeper and deeper till he finally bottomed out, his hips meeting Jimin’s. The sat together a moment, both a little in awe, before their bodies drove them to start moving.

Jimin rocked his hips up, pulling a moan from both of them. Taehyung started to move then, slow and deep, Jimin meeting him with a push of his hips on every thrust. They built up a rhythm, steadily increase the pace. Jimin shifted, angling his hips up. Taehyung helped pushing his thighs up.

“Oh fuck, right there,” Jimin moaned when they found an angle that made him feel like he could see stars on every thrust.

“Jimin, God, fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how long I can last,” Taehyung said, his deep voice rough.

“I know me too.” Jimin wrapped a hand around himself and started stroking in time with Taehyung's frantic thrusts. Jimin closed his eyes against the feeling. The combination had Jimin’s toes curling and the pressure building.

“You gonna come on my cock, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung grated against his ear, rough and dirty. Jimin moaned, stroking faster.

“So beautiful, wanna see you come.” His next words were panted, softer more desperate. The difference between the two was so like Taehyung he almost laughed. Instead he pulled Taehyung down for a kiss. It was messy, mostly tongue and teeth. It didn’t matter. Jimin could feel the undeniable build starting, the force gathering at the base of his spine. A few more thrusts and it hit.

Jimin moaned, white splashing over his hand and stomach. Above him he could hear Taehyung moaning too, feel the last few slow thrust as he came.

They lay there catching their breath.

“Fuck that was…” A bubble of laughed escaped Jimin. “Fuck.”

Taehyung huffed out a laugh too. “Yeah.” He pulled out to lay beside Jimin on his back.

Jimin turned his head to look at him, unable to keep the beaming smile from his face. Taehyung smiled equally as wide. He reached out a hand to touch Jimin’s face.

Someone knocked loudly on the door and they sprang apart as though already caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“Jimin-ssi! Get your lazy ass up!” Jungkook’s voice carried through the door.

Jimin and Taehyung scrambled out of bed, trying to clean up and find their robes quickly but without making too much noise. Shushing each other and giggling.

“I can hear you moving around. Open up!” Jungkook banged louder on the door.

Jimin finally managed to get himself nearly presentable and open the door.

“Fuck, what took so long?” Jungkook pushed his way in and noticed Taehyung. “Oh, I thought you were still asleep. What have you guys been up too?”

He looked around the room.

“We were watching a drama,” Jimin answered.

“Wow, this room is really fancy.” He wandered into the bedroom. He wrinkled his nose slightly, the bedroom reeked of sex. Jimin and Taehyung exchanged nervous glances but Jungkook didn’t comment.

He walked into the bathroom. “Wow this is even nicer,” they heard him call.

They looked at each other not sure what to do. It wasn’t even a little unusual for Jungkook to show up at one of their rooms to hang out but they had assumed he’d be playing video games all day. And the whole dynamic had just suddenly shifted and it was clear neither knew how to act normal at this moment. So far Jungkook didn’t seem to notice.

“Hey, one question though.” Jungkook came back into the common area where Taehyung and Jimin were still standing awkwardly. “Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

Jimin and Taehyung burst into laughter.

“There was a bunch in the tub and the bathroom,” Jungkook continued. “But it's all over the bed too.”

Jimin could not stop laughing and Taehyung wasn’t much better off. They didn’t even try to come up with an explanation, just laughed until their sides ached and tears were streaming down their face.

Jungkook just stared at them with a blank expression. “Well, I was going to invite you to lunch but I see you finally managed to, uh…” He gestured vaguely around the room, nose wrinkling again in disgust. “Do whatever it is you did.”

That managed to shut them up.

“Jungkookah,” Taehyung spoke but Jungkook ignored him. “It’s not- we-”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow waiting but Taehyung didn’t seem to know what to say. He looked at Jimin helplessly.

“Chill. I’ll go get lunch with one of the hyungs.” He thought for a moment. “Well, not Yoongi-hyung he’ll kill me if I wake him up before sundown. But I’m sure Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung will hang out with me.” He was already headed toward the door. “You guys figure your shit out and let the rest of us know where you stand. We’ve been rooting for you. Fighting!” He made a fist and let the door slam in his face.

“What does he mean they’ve been rooting for us?” Jimin wondered allowed.

Taehyung looked a little guilty. “I’ve never said anything to anyone but I was kind of obvious.” He grinned through downcast lashes and reached to rest his hands on Jimin’s waist. “I was hoping you’d catch on some day.” He grinned, pulling Jimin against him.

Jimin smacked an open palm on Taehyung chest. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

“Why didn’t you? You had five years.” Taehyung countered.

“I was nervous!” Jimin wound his arms around Taehyung’s neck.

“So was I!” Taehyung was grinning but something softened and deepened in his look. “I think it’s better this way. We’re more sure in ourselves and the group. We can handle whatever might happen.”

Jimin swallowed at the sudden seriousness in Taehyung tone. He leaned his forehead against Taehyung shoulder taking reassurance from his warmth. “Should we not do this? What if we ruin everything?”

“I want this Jiminah. I want you. But if you don’t…” Taehyung trailed off.

Jimin squeezed him tighter. “No, I do.” He pulled back enough to catch Taehyung’s lips with his own, kissing him desperately, trying to show Taehyung how bad he wanted this.

When they finally gasped for air, Taehyung reached up to take Jimin’s hand. “We don’t have to tell anyone right away or ever. But whatever happens we face it together, with our members beside us.”

Jimin giggled. “You sound like we’re going to war.”

“Ah, sometimes it feels that way,” Taehyung said with a laugh. His grin turned to a smirk. “But, I’d rather make love not war.”

He kissed Jimin slow and deep. Jimin melted into it. “I like that idea,” he murmured.

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