#and maybe they have chats on the doorstep until the wee hours of the morning sometimes
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I typed out all of these mf tags and realized I'm quoting the wrong post but I kinda don't care and I'm gonna leave it lmao
"this is the most beautiful song ever!" shut up you people don't even fucking know about shim el yasmine
^^^^ this is actually required listening to visit my blog sorry. yeah its gonna take you 5 minutes and 9 seconds but its gonna be fucking worth it. yeah right now.
ps: if you like aaron minyard you should read my fic golden
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#i like to think its Aarons time in the library#and like yeah thousand yard stare#but also imagining him coming in pissed off from the foxes#setting his bag down and miming a silent scream with fists at his sides#and then he sits down and opens his book/laptop and starts studying#Kate has seen this so many times and she relates#she sits beside him and whispers#âthe dorms too loud too? my roommates make me wanna kms sometimesâ#aaron nods#âsometimes i just wanna shove socks in their mouths and strangle them.#i have chemistry. i need to STUDY.â#and Kate is immediately like âoh i like this oneâ#and they genuinely start off as study buddies#and then they get late night food after theyve been in the library until close#and aaron walks her back to her dorm because its the polite thing to do#and maybe they have chats on the doorstep until the wee hours of the morning sometimes#and then one day during a game they meet eyes and realise#âoh my god its them!â#and they realise they have more of a chance to spend time together#and then the first banquet rolls around and aaron sheepishly asks her and says it doesnt have to be romantic#but that he kinda needs to have a date and there isnt anyone else he could think of surviving a night of his team with#and Kate happily says yes#and its history from there#because he 100% gives her a doorstep kiss that night when dropping her off#that turns into so much more#and shes so forgiving of all of his hard edges because she can tell aaron is trying#and trying FOR HER to make them not so jagged and rough#yeah. kateaaron.
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#3:âWhat happened to you?â and #10:âWhat if something happens to you?â please! â¤ď¸đĽş
3. âWhat happened to you?â + 10. âWhat if something happens to you?â
âCâmon now, câmon in.â Paul said gently to a drunken John; heâd shown up in the wee small hours, at his doorstep. John had slammed on the door until Jane had woken up, and insisted Paul answer it.
âNo â I want youâŚI want you to come out. With me.â
âJohn,â Paul grasped his hands gently, âall the pubs are closed anyroad. Thereâs nowhere to go.â John looked out into the dark distance, with a vacant frown stitched upon his face. âCâmon loveâŚâ
He groaned back, âAlright, fineâŚâ
Entering the house, John curling up onto Paul for support, Jane asked with slight anger in her throat, âWhatâs he doinâ here â its bloody three in morning!â
âSorry, yeah, he does this sometimes. Youâre normally away when he does it though.â
âWhat â he shows up drunk on your doorstep a lot?â
Paul justified in response, âHeâs going through a tough time, Jane.â
âThat doesnât mean heâs got any right showing up on your doorstep at this time of night.â
âI know, I know. Iâll talk to him about it in the morning.â
She appeared to ignore this, continuing, âYou canât keep coddling him like this. Heâs a grown man now, and yer not his mother.â
âAlright Jane. But can we just sit him down for a minute?â âAlright.â
After heâd placed him down on the sofa, Paul said, âGive him a minute to rest and then ill take him home.â
âDonât take me home; I donât wanna go home.â John whined back.
âCâmon now John, âm sure youâd rather be at home in yer own bed, with Cynthia, yâknow.â
âNo. âM not goinâ back there. Im never going back there.â Paul took a seat beside him on the sofa, âDâyou get into a fight with her or something?â
âNoâŚshe got into a fight with me.â
Jane interjected, âIm going to bed Paul, ive got things to do in the morning.â
âAlright then - Iâll be up in a minute. Just let me get him home.â
âYeah, alrightâŚâ she grumbled dispiritedly. With some resentment, she uttered, âNight John.â though he did not respond to this.
âWhat were ye fighting about?â
âFuckinââŚI dunno.â
âIs that why youâve gone out and drank so much?â âNo. Yeah - maybe.â Changing the subject, John asserted, âTake me to your room, Macca.â
âCanât do that - Janeâs staying the night.â
âThen justâŚjustâŚâ
âTell you what â ill take you to the guest bedroom, alright?â
âMhmâŚâ
âYer too pissed to go anywhere anyway.â
After dragging him upstairs, and pressing him towards the guest bed, he prepared to leave John and return back to Jane â but this plan was erupted once John whined, âPaul? Stay here.â
âIve gotta go - Janeâs expecting me. Iâll talk to you in the morning, alright?â He shook his head, asserting, âNoâŚno. Stay with me, donât go with her. You donât need her.â âJohnâŚâ
âFucking stay, Paul!â there something almost sinister in his voice time. Paul gave in finally, quietly stating, âAlright, alright. Iâll stay a little longer with you.â Laying down beside him in bed, and staring into one anotherâs eyes, he muttered, âWhat happened to you?â
âYou did, runninâ off with Jane and that. Moving away to London-like.â
âI havenât run off with her, sheâs hardly home anyroad. Youâre in my life more than her, love.â
âYeahâŚwell, you like her more than ye like me.â
âThatâs not true either,â he brushed a hand through Johnâs hair, âI like the both of you. Just, yâknow, in different ways.â
âYer jusâ movinâ further away from me, all the time.â
Paul was only growing more concerned, âJohn, youâre drunk. Just get some rest.â
âSleep with me.â
âThink yer too pissed for that; âsides, Janeâs here anyroad - wouldnât be right.â
âThen justâŚjusâ stay with me.â
âI really shouldnâtâŚJaneâll be pissed in the morning if I stay with you.â
âPleaseâŚâ he whined, grasping onto Pauls hands. He was too easily convinced, but he always did have this compulsion to put John above anyone else.
***
The next morning, Paul awoke with John by his side. He got up, creeping downstairs to the kitchen where Jane sat with her first cuppa of the day.
âGood sleep then?â She asked with tension in her tone.
âFine, thanks.â
âYou never came back to bed.â âYeah, sorry about that. Mustâve just drifted off, yâknow.â
She ignored this, until she finally let out, âYou know, youâre always putting him above me.â
âI know, I justâŚive just been worried about him recently.â
âYeah, well â maybe you should let Cynthia, his wife, take care of him. Take care of yourself a little more, you know.â
âYeah, youâre right - I know youâre right. Im gonna go have a chat with him now, about his showing up here and that. Just let me grab some water first.â âHeâll need it after last night...â she grumbled resentfully.
âJohn, you up?â
âHmâŚâ
âI wanna have a chat with you; Janes not happy about last night.â
âI donât bloody care about what Jane is and isnât happy about.â
This pissed Paul off a little, so he retorted back with a more aggression, âYeah, well, sheâs my girlfriend. So, you should respect that, yâknow.â
âQuit banging on about her, alright?â John spat back venomously.
Paul sat back down beside him on the bed, bringing him the glass of water. He returned to his more tender disposition, suggesting, âI think itâs time you ease off the drinkinâ John.â
âIts not a problem.â
âIm not saying itâs a problem â I just think maybe youâre drinking too much, tripping too much too. Maybe you should just give it a break for a minute, yâknow.â
âTake a break and do what? Thereâs nuthinâ out there for me. Why would I take a fuckinâ break?â He was bitter about something, though that was just in his nature Paul supposed.
âJust- Itâs just, what if something happens to you?â
âNuthinâs gonna happen to me; ill be fine.â
âYouâve got a wife and kids, they need you.â Solemnly, John replied, âNo they donâtâŚâ
âI know ye know they do, John. And im sorry, but I canât keep coddling you like this.â âWhose telling you this shit - is it Jane?â
âLook, I wonât get into it, but justâŚyouâve got to slow it down a little. âM not leaving you, and yer still welcome here, but I just want you to drink a little less. Okay?â
*** Kind of regretting the story with this one - wish id gone with my other idea now :( Oh well, hope you enjoy anyway!
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Keep On Giving
Pairing: VMin, hint of SugaKookie Genre: Romance, fluff Rating: PG Note: Takes place right after Exposed Secrets:Â You do not need to read ES to read this fic, however it will help you to understand Jimin's issues more thoroughly if you do.
A ball of fluff. That was what people generally called Park Jimin, with his warm smile, chubby cheeks, and cheery attitude. It wasnât something he particularly cared to be called but heâd take that to cheek pinching any day. Unfortunately, the two almost always came hand in hand. There was only one person who had met Jimin, gotten to know him and didnât pinch his cheeks nor call him a ball of fluff or anything similar to those words. That person was named, Min Yoongi. The two had run into each other in a music store. Jimin was admiring the violins and Yoongi was ogling the guitars. It was strings that had brought them together and until recently Jimin had thought that the string of fate really had strung them along. That string of fate was cut short rather quickly, about a month after making Yoongi his boyfriend, his fated one snapped the string so quick his head was still spinning. Having someone break up with you because they wanted a new toy and then in the same night to see them out with said new toy, showing off all sides of sexiness that you had previously thought was all yours was just too much. Jimin had completely lost his ball of fluff and drowned it out in whiskey. A whole two bottles of whiskey. Okay, so no he didnât drink two bottles himself, he had help and well maybe a lot of it but the point was, there was a whole bottle of whiskey gone and a good majority of the second gone as well.
He had woken up to the worst hangover he had ever possibly had and threw up, the zero amount of food he had in his stomach the next morning. The smell of just about anything either sent him, to hug the toilet some more, or practically double over in nausea. He wasnât a pretty sight. Dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, as messy as short hair could get anyways, dry, chapped, almost bleeding lips and pale skin. No, Jimin was most certainly not his best that day. To make matters even worse for him on that day, he ended up in some stranger's home, no clue how he got there let alone how he removed himself of the clothes he had been wearing and this stranger had seen him throw up and dry heave too many times for his liking. Not a great first impression.
After that morning, things were easier for him, in the sense of his stomach being okay. In the other, his ball of fluff personality was still missing. A rain cloud floated above his head most days. The stranger who had seen him be just about as disgusting as possible, wouldnât go away either. His name was Kim Taehyung. He was a really sweet kid, thatâs what Jimin thought. The guy was adorable in not only his appearance but his actions and his general personality as well. As to why Jimin was calling someone the same age as him a kid, that would be a mystery. Taehyung was an exceptional nurse. This of course wasnât his actual profession but it should have been. He was just a good nurse that Jimin was still being checked up on by him. It had been a month since their first meeting where upon Jimin had been escorted home. Since then Taehyung would stop by on his way home from work and insist on cooking the boy who looked too thin as he would say, âJiminie you look much too thin. You should eat properly,â and then somehow Taehyung would be in his kitchen cooking a five course meal. Honestly, if anyone was possibly too thin it was Taehyung. Jimin couldnât understand how the man could eat so much and stay as slim as a stick.
It was on one particular night that Taehyung was indeed over once again cooking him dinner. It had become such a routine that Jimin didnât even bother asking why the man was in front of his doorstep with a grocery bag, but just let his voice carry through the door, âItâs open.â In would walk Taehyung. He had grown accustomed to his nurse still appearing before him so he didnât mind staying on the couch reading the book while Taehyung was in his kitchen preparing dinner.
After the chapter was finished Jimin set his book down and walked into the kitchen, âTae, what are we having tonight?â Somewhere along the way he had stopped calling the should be chef, Taehyung-sshi and given him a nickname. Whenever Taehyung would hear that itâd make him smile but Jimin never noticed the difference. He was always busy with something else, like right now his hands were stealing pieces of cheese that was being shredded. âJiminie! Donât eat the cheese. Now, Iâm not going to tell you. Come help or go sit down.â A hand reached in to grab a few more pieces which got swatted away. âYes, yes, Iâll go sit.â Jimin said while chuckling to himself and dropping the cheese into his open mouth. A hand met with his bottom and made him jump and let out a small cry in surprise. A few snickers were heard that as much as he wanted to get onto Taehyung he was too busy turning as red as a tomato and didnât want to draw more attention to himself.
Jimin took a seat on the opposite counter from where Taehyung was working and they chatted just as they had been for the past week. The elder would cook while the younger kept him company. They talked about anything and everything and today was no different. âWhat time do you have to go into work tonight?â The two were opposites, not only in their personalities but in their jobs as well. Taehyung would go to work from nine to five working a desk job while Jimin would go to work in the evenings and not get home until the wee hours of the morning. âMm, not until eight tonight.â This was an odd occurrence and it gained Jimin a pair of eyes on him. Without even having to look up he knew what was being asked, âThereâs a new guy coming in and he wanted to just go over everything. Heâs nervous though he wonât seem to admit it.â Taehyung went back to his cooking with a nod of his head, âAh, well Iâd be nervous too, Jiminie. I donât know how you do it.â Jimin was a violin player at an upscale club in a hotel. He would accompany the singers that would perform on stage if they got a slot otherwise it would just be him playing piece after piece as well as the piano at times. Since it was in a hotel and an upscale one at that, he managed to make a decent amount of money and even better when the customers would leave bread in his jar.
âMaybe Iâll stop in then for a moment or two.â Yes, somehow Taehyung had not only invaded his home but found out where he works and would stop in every now and then to watch him. The drinks were completely overpriced but that didnât seem to bother Taehyung. Especially since he never listened to Jimin when he told him he didnât need to stop by and waste his money just to see him. Really, it was more than enough that his dinner was prepared every day, except for Sunday, as it was. Hopping off the counter, Jimin moved over to the cabinet that held the plates and pulled out two. Setting them down next to the one cooking as he also liked to prepare the plates as well.
âTaeâŚWhy do you always come by and cook me dinner?â This was a question that had been asked before but he had never managed to get a answer from the man. It had always been avoided with either food shoved into his mouth, a new topic that somehow managed to distract Jimin without even realizing that he had asked a question before. This time though, he really wanted an answer. He was all ready to put his chubby cheeks into use and pout until he got an answer, because everyone knew that it wasnât his lips that made his pout so irresistible but his cheeks. Only this time he didnât even have to use them. No, in fact he only had to wait a few moments while Taehyung put the finishing touches on their dinner. When Taehyung turned around he had two plates in his hand that he set on the table; Jimin following behind and taking a seat. Taehyung looked at Jimin with a small, warm yet innocent smile, he always seemed so innocent in everything that he did. âI just like to Jiminie.â Their eyes held each otherâs gaze for another moment before Jimin had to look down at his plate, he was growing a bit warm and wasnât quite sure why. This answer only managed to confuse him even more, though the thing that was most confusing to him was the fact that he was even confused by Taehyungâs very straightforward answer.
âI can stop if it bothers you.â These words surprised Jimin, the one across from him had been so insistent on his presence being around that it just didnât seem like he could actually be conscious of the fact that he may be a nuisance. Looking up quickly, he saw Taehyung shoving his food around on his plate with his chopsticks. Fidgeting. Another thing that was uncharacteristic of him. âNo, no. Then what would I do when it comes to dinner? I might burn the building down. Plus I donât know anyone who can match your skills.â Seeing a bright smile appear on Taeâs face only made one appear on Jiminâs face as well. The two started eating then, once again going back to their conversation of anything and everything, which generally ranged from talking about snails and how oddly shaped they were to talking about the political issues in South Korea.
Getting ready for work didnât take Jimin long at all. He just threw on the appropriate clothes, which were much too dressy for his tastes but itâs what paid the bills, grabbed his violin and headed out the door. He went to the back room that was made into a sort of dressing room slash lounge room for the entertainers. The new singer for tonight was already present and going over his songs. âSeokjin-sshi, you can stop reciting the first song. Youâre fine and the crowdâs not going to bite ya.â He chuckled as he set his things down and took a seat on the couch that was in there. Seokjin turned around so see the younger man who looked like a little kid instructing him. It was almost comical, except for the fact that he was nervous. Singing had never been his profession before, he had loved singing but never once thought of doing it for a crowd outside of a school performance until he managed to snag this job which he desperately needed.
âJimin, you know you donât have to say sshi and yes they will.â He dropped his sheet music on the coffee table and plopped down next to the violinist that would be accompanying him tonight. Jimin couldnât help but laugh more at this and just shook his head. âOkay then hyung, youâll be fine. Once youâre on stage everything will come together, youâll sing, theyâll clap, and whistle, hoot and holler and it will feel like a dream. That is until you have to start your second set.â His words were meant to be encouraging and for the most part they were true. The hooting and hollering were a bit of an exaggeration but you did get some from time to time though not quite at that decibel. He watched as the singer took a deep breath and exhaled. Seokjin turned to look at Jimin then, âOkay, Iâll take your word for it for nowâŚbut if youâre wrong then you owe me a drink at the end of the night.â A cheeky grin appeared on the singers face as he stuck out his hand. âSure, sure, but Iâm sure youâll be the one paying up tonight. So, you better work those dazzling eyes you have on the women so you get more tips.â This comment only elicited the tips of Seokjinâs ears to become pink. Standing up he swatted the younger man on the shoulder in his attempt at scolding but it only made the other laugh. By then it was time to go onstage so the two did just that, swapping jokes and jabs at the other. Jimin was great at calming Seokjin down without the singer even realizing it. Maybe that was to his disadvantage with the bet they had but Jimin didnât mind. The new singer was really good and he liked him it was worth it. Even if he would have to pay up in the end.
Taehyung walked into the ritzy hotel and made his way to the bar lounge that Jimin was playing in. He took a seat at a table off to the side and not quite in the back but not quite in the middle either. The majority of the tables were taken, tonight was going to be a good one for the violinist. A smile was almost always gracing his face whenever Jimin was around. It was something he had noticed long ago but decided to ignore. The other male was a friend, at least he hoped they were friends now. It was true that he had sort of forced himself into the boy's life, but truth be told he just couldnât stay away. At first when his roommate had brought home the passed out man, that finally woke up only to upchuck all over the floor, he was quite peeved. Taehyung took care of him anyways though. His roommate was tired and Jimin looked so pitiful that he couldnât help but feel bad for the one who had gotten much too drunk and over an ex-love. It was the moments of sincere and incessant apologies from him that he decided he had to make sure that Jimin was alright. Taehyung had escorted him home, made sure he was eating and gave him some company. Depression which Jimin obviously had wasnât something that someone should have for long and Taehyung had decided that Jimin didnât deserve to have it at all. He strived to take that away with any little bit that he could do to help. That ended up in the way of food. Food was the way to a manâs heart, they always said. Jimin sure enjoyed his it seemed as well.
Throughout all of his barging in, the two had found a comfortable place that had seemed to have made them friends. Taehyung came over to cook everyday because he liked being around Jimin and secretly he did want to make sure that the guy was eating at least one proper meal a day. Coming to Jiminâs work was just guilty pleasure for him. He had quite a few of them that all included little things about Jimin, when heâd crinkle his nose from laughing at a joke Taehyung would tell, or the different smiles he would give because of course, Taehyung could tell the difference between a polite smile, an amused smile, the ones that said he was thankful, the ones that showed his complete and utter excitement. There were more but itâd take him awhile to list them all. Hearing Jimin play the violin was like a slice of heaven, something Taehyung would listen to every chance he gotâŚif he could afford it. You had to pay for at least one drink if you were going to sit and listen to the entertainment. It was common curtesy of course and the drinks were expensive, especially if you went every single night just to see a certain violinist and pianist. Taehyung wasnât poor but it wasnât in his budget to go to a bar every single night, especially an upscale one at that.
The waiter had already come and taken his order, he enjoyed sipping on his beverage while watching the two men on stage. Generally, when Taehyung came his eyes were always and only on Jimin but tonight he actually paid the singer a bit of attention. At first it was because he was surprised at how well the man sang. Then those glances changed because in between a set, it was obvious how friendly the new singer and Jimin had already become. It was so fast from what Taehyung knew that it made him wonder just what their relationship was. Getting up he made his way over to the two, ignoring his burning curiosity that only flared more when he saw Seokjin put a hand on Jiminâs shoulder which slid down his shoulder blade with a warm look in his eye. It was friendly but it still annoyed Taehyung. Stopping in next to the musicians who were standing at the end of the bar close to their stage, he gave a little wave. Being polite he greeted them both, âHello.â Jimin automatically looked up and gave him a grin, moved over and slung his arm around Taehyungâs shoulders. âTae you came,â he just nodded and then looked from Jimin, who he secretly hid his pleasure of the show of affection from, to Seokjin who he wasnât quite sure about. It took Jimin a moment before he realized that he should introduce the two though Seokjin did say hello as well.
âOh! Hyung, this is Kim Taehyung a friend of mine and Tae, this is Kim Seokjin the new singer I mentioned. Didnât he do great so far? I told him he had nothing to be nervous about but he wouldnât believe me. Can you believe he thought the audience was going to bite him?â Jimin was speaking a mile a minute, a goofy grin plastered to his face and chuckling still at the biting comment. Taehyung was polite and bowed slightly, as well as he could since Jimin hadnât let go of him, âItâs nice to meet you. You sing beautifully.â Glancing over at Jimin he could tell that he was very excited tonight, it made him happy. Jiminâs happiness was his happiness. Seokjin watched the exchange and kept his thoughts to himself. He thanked Taehyung for the compliment. When Jimin let go of Taehyung, he didnât catch the slight frown that his friend had made as it disappeared after a second that it had appeared. Seokjin poked Jiminâs cheek. âDonât think that youâre getting out of buying me a drink.â Jimin crinkled his nose at the sudden poke to his cheek. It happened all the time but he never grew used to it. At least this time Seokjin was becoming a fast friend and not some total stranger who just thought his chubby cheeks were adorable.
âNo, no. I remember just fine. Iâll go get it now.â Jimin looked over at Taehyung, âDo you-â he was cut off by his friend already answering his question that wasnât even properly asked. âNo, Iâm fine. Um..Good luck on your last set. I need to go, I just wanted to say hi and let you know that you were amazing once again.â Jimin just puffed out his cheeks, surprised because Taehyung always watched all of his sets if he came and was a little disappointed that he was leaving. âOh, oh, okay, Tae. Iâll see you later then?â It really shouldnât have came out as a question, Jimin saw Taehyung almost every day but for some reason he couldnât help but ask. A question seemed necessary. All he got was a slight nod, if you could even call it that and a âMmâŚâ then a wave as Taehyung went back to his table, paid for the drink that wasnât even half finished and left. Jimin felt a little odd about it but shrugged things off telling himself that Taehyung was just tired and paid his debt for losing the bet. Something he was actually proud of. Seokjin and Jimin finished the set flawlessly, tips were good and Seokjin was pretty funny. It was a very good night for Jimin. He even forgot that Taehyung had previously left him with an odd feeling. It didnât matter, the man would be at his doorstep the next day at six as he always was.
The next day came and Jimin was lounging on his spot on the couch with a book, picking up where he left off the day before. It had become a routine of sorts. Five oâclock came around and heâd taken a seat on the couch with his book to read until Taehyung would come over and cook him dinner. Any other time he didnât pick up his book. He liked reading but didnât like to do too much of it. One hour a day was more than enough and it was convenient when waiting for his friend. Jimin of course didnât realize he was even waiting for Taehyung nor would he be able to specify when it changed from going about his daily business to actually waiting for someone to come over who was never invited in the first place. When it felt like it had been about the time that Taehyung would knock on his door, Jiminâs eyes started straying from the page and towards the door. Only of course to see no one was there and hear nothing in return. He went back to reading doing that little dance a few more times before getting up and looking at his watch a frown spreading across his face. It was already 6:30 and Taehyung wasnât there. This was odd but maybe Taehyung was running late or had something else to do. He shrugged and killed time another way before getting ready for work and heading out.
Two more days passed like that, where there was no overbearing nurse at his door making sure he ate properly. There were also no nightly appearances at the bar either. That night in between sets Seokjin came up to Jimin who was sitting in a corner stirring his drink around and around with the little straw zoning out. A hand rested on his shoulder and had to shake him a little before Jimin would look up. âWhatâs up? Youâve been distracted and anxious all night. You almost didnât notice when I stopped singing either.â Luckily, the way Jimin continued to play he pulled it off in a flourish to where no one noticed that the song was completely done until the instruments faded and finally quit. The younger manâs brow furrowed, âItâs Tae. Heâs not coming around like he used to and itâs odd,â then he bit his lip. Seokjin remembered who he was talking about though it took him a few seconds to really be aware of who it was. âJimin, itâs only been two days. Maybe heâs busy.â A chuckle had escaped his lips as he looked at the very serious Jimin in front of him. âWhy donât you call him or stop by to see him if this bothers you so much.â Amusement danced in Seokjinâs eyes which locked with Jiminâs for a few seconds. The furrow deepened and a defiant response came from Jimin. âIâm not bothered by it. Itâs just oddâŚbut maybe Iâll do that, thanks hyung.â He went back to stirring his drink and the singer removed his hand from his shoulder, just nodding in return. Then they started their final set.
Jiminâs mind was thinking about Seokjinâs words through the entire set. This time he didnât screw up the ending of a song but he still wasnât focusing as he should and it showed in the amount of tips he received. Calling Taehyung seemed like a good idea. Yes, Jimin liked that idea a lot. The stopping by wasnât bad but heâd feel rude for just dropping by out of the blue like that. He should call first. Though after all the times Tae had done it to him, what did it matter if he did it once to that overbearing nurse. He could do that too. Just as Jimin was thinking of all of this and deciding which one he would do, the realization that he never got Taehyungâs phone number nor did he remember where he lived hit him. Well that made things problematic. As soon as the set ended he grabbed Seokjinâs arm looking up at him eyes full just saying âwhat do I do?â âBut hyung, I donât have his phone number nor know where he livesâŚâ
Seokjinâs jaw dropped just slightly as he was surprised by this revelation. The two had seemed rather close seeing as how the night he was introduced to Taehyung, Jimin couldnât stop talking about the guy. âUh, wellâŚâ he scratched the side of his head by his temple, âwerenât you two- er that seems like a problem.â Seokjin really didnât know what to say on this one. He hadnât been expecting this at all but he didnât like watching his violinist and friendâs face fall like it did. He moved to start cleaning up their equipment which stirred Jimin to do the same. âWhat about a friend of his? You know some of them?â This made Jimin think and think and think. They had never really done much else besides eat dinner at his place and then have a drink at the bar Jimin worked at. Somehow Taehyung and him just fell into that routine and Jimin had never questioned it.
Remembering how he first met Taehyung took him back to the night he was all upset about Yoongi, his drunken mistake, that made him shiver, never again would he drink whiskey. Oh, the bartender, Jonghwa, he took him home which he shared with Tae. The light bulb had come on and that was when he asked Seokjin to finish up so he could leave early, he needed to go somewhere. Seokjin didnât even bother asking what it was but nodded. He figured it had something to do with Taehyung and the expression on Jiminâs face wasnât one of disappointment anymore so that was good enough for him.
Walking into the closing bar, he ignored the automated comment from Jungkook saying that they were closing. He just kept walking, not expecting to find a giggling Yoongi behind the bar poking Jungkookâs butt. His eyebrow raised but he didnât say anything. The blush that spread across Jungkookâs face was more than enough, though he did manage to say without stuttering âHey Jimin, what did you need?â It was painstakingly obvious that Jungkook was nervous and it didnât help that Yoongi had stopped the poking only to hug the bartender from behind. Jungkook tried to wiggle out of his grasp and only managed to after forcibly pulling Yoongiâs arms off him. âIs Jonghwa still around?â Jimin didnât notice it at the time but the affection Yoongi was showing towards Jungkook didnât bother him at all. In fact, knowing without even being told that the two had gotten together didnât phase him. It almost seemed fitting. âOh uh, in the back.â Jimin nodded and made his way to the back.
Opening the door that was for employees only he found Jonghwa carrying a trash bag in his hand about to take it outside. âJonghwa, take me home with you.â The startled boy looked behind him with wide eyes and the tips of his ears pink. The comment was much too straightforward for him. âWh-what?â Jimin didnât notice the reason behind this. âI said take me home with you.â He leaned his arm on top of a box that was next to him and crossed a leg in front of the other. âI need to see TaehyungâŚheâs okay right?â Jonghwaâs embarrassed and anxious expression cleared once the name of his roommate was spoken. âOh, oh. Uh, yeah heâs doing better.â He shifted his weight. âJust let me take this out and then we can go. I think Taehyung may be still awake.â He found it odd that Jimin needed to see Taehyung right this moment but he just let it go and went to tend to his duties.
When Jonghwa came back they left, both saying goodbye to Yoongi and a still nervous Jungkook. The walk back to Jonghwaâs and Taehyungâs apartment was a quiet one. Jonghwa seemed to be a bit on the shy side and Jimin was just anxious about going to see Taehyung, barging in without calling. Though it wasnât as if he could have called. Once they got there, Jonghwa told him to hold on while he checked on Taehyung. Tapping his foot wasnât a habit that Jimin had ever entertained before but now he couldnât help it. He was nervous and his palms were sweaty. Why was he so nervous, if asked he wouldnât have been able to give a coherent answer besides, he just was. The few seconds that Jonghwa was gone felt like a few hours but the door was finally opened and Jimin let in. He was told where to go and he made his way to Taehyungâs room. Lightly knocking on the bedroom door he called hesitantly, âTae?â there was a cough and then âCome in.â was spoken. Jimin opened the door, took a step and and waited a moment while his eyes adjusted to the dark room.
Taehyung was in the bed lying down, so he made his way over and kneeled down beside him. âJimin-ah, why are you here?â Taehyungâs eyes glanced over to the clock that read 3:30am not a normal house call at all. Jimin put his hands on his knees and lowered his head, eyes down on his knees. Now he felt embarrassed for coming so late and being so insistent. â Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to come this late butâŚwhere have you been? I waited for you but you never came at dinner and then I talked to Seokjin and he told me I should call you but I canât call you if I donât have your number. Then I remembered about the bar and went there. I saw Yoongi and Jungkook, seems like they're a couple now but anyway I made your roommate take me home with him which is why Iâm here.â He was rambling at a very fast speed, something he rarely did. Jimin raised his head just enough so that he could see Taehyung, âIâm sorry I can leave. It really is too late.â He put his hand on the bed to use for support to stand up but before he could complete that motion another really warm hand was atop of his.
Looking up completely he saw Taehyung shake his head no. âYou donât need to..Are you okay Jiminie?â There was warmth and genuine concern in his gaze. Though this only confused the violinist. âOf course I am. Why wouldnât be okay? I should be asking you that.â His brow furrowed in annoyance for being asked such a silly question. Another cough came from Taehyung and the annoyance changed into concern. Taehyungâs eyes grew slightly wider in surprise, âYoongi and Jungkook? Didnât that bother you? I know you really liked himâŚâ Jimin just ignored those comments asking another question of his own. âAre you sick Tae? You keep coughing, is that why you havenât been by?â As much as Taehyung was fond of Jimin, the guy was starting to annoy him just slightly. How come he wasnât getting any of his questions answered. âIâm almost completely better. Are you sure youâre okay?â The two kept trying to tend to the other and it wasnât working out very well for either of them. Jimin finally nodded deciding it was time to answer Taehyung and realizing himself that Yoongi didnât bother him at all anymore. He had even forgotten why the guy would. When did that happen? He wasnât sure but it didnât matter. âHmm, I did really like Yoongi hyung but not anymore he can do what he likes.â Taehyung just nodded. It was really good progress from where they had been before, Jimin was a complete mess, moping around and living like a slob. Even worse than he normally is. It was a little scary even to Taehyung.
The two were quiet for a moment both lost in their thoughts, Taehyungâs hand was still covering Jiminâs, he had forgotten to remove it and Jimin didnât mind that it was there at all. âJiminâŚyou came all the way here just to see where Iâve been?â A nod of the head gave confirmation to the question which made Taehyung smile slightly. He took his hand off of Jiminâs then and patted him on the head. âGood boy,â it was time for teasing just because he could and Taehyung was really happy that the lost puppy he had been taking care of noticed his disappearance. âSo, you missed me then, huh?â More joking was coming from the now slightly more energized sick person. Jimin laughed a little at the treating him like a dog and then laid his head on the edge of the bed. He nodded and added in a soft and meaningful tone, âI did miss you, Tae.â
Taehyungâs hand was hovering over Jiminâs head, and it continued to hover as he heard the words that made his heart flutter just a little bit. He liked Jimin. He liked him a lot but they had only continued on with such an odd relationship that he just pushed it to the side, especially since he knew Jimin was having a hard time getting over Yoongi. Though for over a little more than a week he had acted completely normal without any signs of any depression. Even with that improvement it would be much too soon for Taehyung to tell Jimin he liked him. Jimin only seemed to see him like a friend anyway, that or just his nurse as the man had called him plenty of times before. Now, the one he liked was lying so close to him and saying that he missed him, butterflies fluttering in his stomach was unavoidable and the flicker of hope that was there he couldnât put out. His hand finally managed to rest atop of Jiminâs head and start running through his hair.
âI missed you too, Jiminie,â Taehyung sighed, as he barely said those words above a whisper. Jimin heard it though, his eyes were closed as he felt Taehyung playing with his hair. It was soothing and he didnât want Taehyung to stop but a moment later he did. Jimin immediately popped his head up and set his chin on the bed and pouted. âHmph..Why did you stopâ. His lips were all puckered together, chubby cheeks puffed out and looking up at Taehyung. Their eyes met but Taehyung gazed over Jimin taking in the full effect of his pout, darting his eyes way. Why did he have to be so damn cute sometimes. It really didnât make anything easier. âDonât look at me like that.â he snapped with a tiny trace of annoyance. âDoes it bother you?â Jimin asked in a teasing tone. Taehyung could feel the shifting of the bed, Jimin was moving around and the next thing he knew there was a pouting face right in front of his, so he moved his head to the opposite direction, âJimin-ah stop.â Which he didnât do at all, instead he moved again so he was in Taehyungâs direct line of sight and rather close.
âThatâs not fair.â There was lips and cheeks and more lips and more adorable puffy cheeks just right there in front of him. It wasnât fair in the slightest. He attempted one more time to change directions this time back to the left. Jimin of course, now was completely leaning over him and stared Taehyung down once again with his pout in full force. Taehyung wasnât going to win this battle, no he was failing miserably so he decided to go out with a bang. Or more like his body did and his mind would catch up later because his lips were already pressed to Jiminâs in a chaste kiss before he let his head drop back onto the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, once again turning his head in the opposite direction of the one he couldnât resist.
Jimin on the other hand just blinked for a moment, still frozen in his pout. âTaeâŚwhat was that?â His lips finally unfroze and his facial expression went back to normal but he still had both of his hands on either side of Taehyung and was still leaning over him. Taehyung tried to turn onto his side so he could hide his face in the pillow and the muffled response of âA kiss,â came out. Jimin sat back on his knees and pulled Taehyung onto his back as well. He didnât want muffled responses. âWhy did you kiss me?â The suddenly shy person who had never seemed to be before, sighed, âWhy do people kiss other people Jimin-ah? Let alone a guy kissing another guy.â It was embarrassing to be having this conversation right now, let alone at all but Taehyung had set himself up for it. âI like you.â
Jimin by this point had a smirk on his face. He was rather amused with the embarrassed Taehyung who wouldnât look at him but his cheeks were tinged pink so it gave him away anyway. âAh, why donât you look at me then? Shouldnât you want to see the one you like?â Maybe Jimin was getting a little carried away with his teasing but it was fun and heâd never seen this side of Taehyung before. Slowly, very slowly the embarrassed man turned towards Jimin and opened his eyes. As soon as his eyes were open he received a peck on his lips. Taehyungâs eyes were completely open then, just about as wide as they could go. âWhat was that?â this only made Jimin chuckle under his breath. âA kiss.â Taehyungâs mouth was moving on itâs own, âWhy?â His poor brain was having a little trouble functioning properly with his heart pumping on overdrive.
Jimin, laid his hand on the bed and set his chin on top. âI..think I like you too, Tae.â This was all really fast for Jimin and completely unexpected but it felt right to him. Taehyung was always there for him and often went out of his way as well. It was more than others had done. He really enjoyed his company and on top of it all he really had missed Taehyung when he was gone. âYou better not make me sick though so no more kissing until your better. Oh! And also, I think Iâd be a really bad boyfriend if I didnât have your number.â There was a large grin across his face while he watched Taehyungâs face turn a darker shade of pink and he nodded then started to rattle off his phone number for his boyfriend to have. That was something pretty important after all.
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