#and maybe they have chats on the doorstep until the wee hours of the morning sometimes

[jean-meowreau]

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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#3:“What happened to you?” and #10:“What if something happens to you?” please! ❤️🥺

3. “What happened to you?” + 10. “What if something happens to you?”

“C’mon now, c’mon in.” Paul said gently to a drunken John; he’d 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.

“No – I want you…I want you to come out. With me.”

“John,” Paul grasped his hands gently, “all the pubs are closed anyroad. There’s nowhere to go.” John looked out into the dark distance, with a vacant frown stitched upon his face. “C’mon love…”

He groaned back, “Alright, fine…”

Entering the house, John curling up onto Paul for support, Jane asked with slight anger in her throat, “What’s he doin’ here – its bloody three in morning!”

“Sorry, yeah, he does this sometimes. You’re normally away when he does it though.”

“What – he shows up drunk on your doorstep a lot?”

Paul justified in response, “He’s going through a tough time, Jane.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s got any right showing up on your doorstep at this time of night.”

“I know, I know. I’ll talk to him about it in the morning.”

She appeared to ignore this, continuing, “You can’t keep coddling him like this. He’s a grown man now, and yer not his mother.”

“Alright Jane. But can we just sit him down for a minute?” “Alright.”

After he’d placed him down on the sofa, Paul said, “Give him a minute to rest and then ill take him home.”

“Don’t take me home; I don’t wanna go home.” John whined back.

“C’mon now John, ‘m sure you’d rather be at home in yer own bed, with Cynthia, y’know.”

“No. ‘M not goin’ back there. Im never going back there.” Paul took a seat beside him on the sofa, “D’you get into a fight with her or something?”

“No…she got into a fight with me.”

Jane interjected, “Im going to bed Paul, ive got things to do in the morning.”

“Alright then - I’ll be up in a minute. Just let me get him home.”

“Yeah, alright…” she grumbled dispiritedly. With some resentment, she uttered, “Night John.” though he did not respond to this.

“What were ye fighting about?”

“Fuckin’…I dunno.”

“Is that why you’ve gone out and drank so much?” “No. Yeah - maybe.” Changing the subject, John asserted, “Take me to your room, Macca.”

“Can’t do that - Jane’s staying the night.”

“Then just…just…”

“Tell you what – ill take you to the guest bedroom, alright?”

“Mhm…”

“Yer too pissed to go anywhere anyway.”

After dragging him upstairs, and pressing him towards the guest bed, he prepared to leave John and return back to Jane – but this plan was erupted once John whined, “Paul? Stay here.”

“Ive gotta go - Jane’s expecting me. I’ll talk to you in the morning, alright?” He shook his head, asserting, “No…no. Stay with me, don’t go with her. You don’t need her.” “John…”

“Fucking stay, Paul!” there something almost sinister in his voice time. Paul gave in finally, quietly stating, “Alright, alright. I’ll stay a little longer with you.” Laying down beside him in bed, and staring into one another’s eyes, he muttered, “What happened to you?”

“You did, runnin’ off with Jane and that. Moving away to London-like.”

“I haven’t run off with her, she’s hardly home anyroad. You’re in my life more than her, love.”

“Yeah…well, you like her more than ye like me.”

“That’s not true either,” he brushed a hand through John’s hair, “I like the both of you. Just, y’know, in different ways.”

“Yer jus’ movin’ further away from me, all the time.”

Paul was only growing more concerned, “John, you’re drunk. Just get some rest.”

“Sleep with me.”

“Think yer too pissed for that; ‘sides, Jane’s here anyroad - wouldn’t be right.”

“Then just…jus’ stay with me.”

“I really shouldn’t…Jane’ll be pissed in the morning if I stay with you.”

“Please…” 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.

“Good sleep then?” She asked with tension in her tone.

“Fine, thanks.”

“You never came back to bed.” “Yeah, sorry about that. Must’ve just drifted off, y’know.”

She ignored this, until she finally let out, “You know, you’re always putting him above me.”

“I know, I just…ive just been worried about him recently.”

“Yeah, well – maybe you should let Cynthia, his wife, take care of him. Take care of yourself a little more, you know.”

“Yeah, you’re right - I know you’re right. Im gonna go have a chat with him now, about his showing up here and that. Just let me grab some water first.” “He’ll need it after last night...” she grumbled resentfully.

“John, you up?”

“Hm…”

“I wanna have a chat with you; Janes not happy about last night.”

“I don’t bloody care about what Jane is and isn’t happy about.”

This pissed Paul off a little, so he retorted back with a more aggression, “Yeah, well, she’s my girlfriend. So, you should respect that, y’know.”

“Quit banging on about her, alright?” 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, “I think it’s time you ease off the drinkin’ John.”

“Its not a problem.”

“Im not saying it’s a problem – I just think maybe you’re drinking too much, tripping too much too. Maybe you should just give it a break for a minute, y’know.”

“Take a break and do what? There’s nuthin’ out there for me. Why would I take a fuckin’ break?” He was bitter about something, though that was just in his nature Paul supposed.

“Just- It’s just, what if something happens to you?”

“Nuthin’s gonna happen to me; ill be fine.”

“You’ve got a wife and kids, they need you.” Solemnly, John replied, “No they don’t…”

“I know ye know they do, John. And im sorry, but I can’t keep coddling you like this.” “Whose telling you this shit - is it Jane?”

“Look, I won’t get into it, but just…you’ve got to slow it down a little. ‘M not leaving you, and yer still welcome here, but I just want you to drink a little less. Okay?”

*** 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:  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 wasn’t something he particularly cared to be called but he’d 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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, wouldn’t go away either. His name was Kim Taehyung. He was a really sweet kid, that’s 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 wasn’t 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, “Jiminie you look much too thin. You should eat properly,” 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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, “It’s open.” In would walk Taehyung. He had grown accustomed to his nurse still appearing before him so he didn’t 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, “Tae, what are we having tonight?” Somewhere along the way he had stopped calling the should be chef, Taehyung-sshi and given him a nickname. Whenever Taehyung would hear that it’d 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. “Jiminie! Don’t eat the cheese. Now, I’m not going to tell you. Come help or go sit down.” A hand reached in to grab a few more pieces which got swatted away. “Yes, yes, I’ll go sit.” 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 didn’t 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. “What time do you have to go into work tonight?” 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. “Mm, not until eight tonight.” 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, “There’s a new guy coming in and he wanted to just go over everything. He’s nervous though he won’t seem to admit it.” Taehyung went back to his cooking with a nod of his head, “Ah, well I’d be nervous too, Jiminie. I don’t know how you do it.” 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.

“Maybe I’ll stop in then for a moment or two.” 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 didn’t seem to bother Taehyung. Especially since he never listened to Jimin when he told him he didn’t 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.

“Tae…Why do you always come by and cook me dinner?” 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 wasn’t his lips that made his pout so irresistible but his cheeks. Only this time he didn’t 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. “I just like to Jiminie.” Their eyes held each other’s gaze for another moment before Jimin had to look down at his plate, he was growing a bit warm and wasn’t 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 Taehyung’s very straightforward answer.

“I can stop if it bothers you.” These words surprised Jimin, the one across from him had been so insistent on his presence being around that it just didn’t 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. “No, no. Then what would I do when it comes to dinner? I might burn the building down. Plus I don’t know anyone who can match your skills.” Seeing a bright smile appear on Tae’s face only made one appear on Jimin’s 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 didn’t take Jimin long at all. He just threw on the appropriate clothes, which were much too dressy for his tastes but it’s 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. “Seokjin-sshi, you can stop reciting the first song. You’re fine and the crowd’s not going to bite ya.” 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.

“Jimin, you know you don’t have to say sshi and yes they will.” He dropped his sheet music on the coffee table and plopped down next to the violinist that would be accompanying him tonight. Jimin couldn’t help but laugh more at this and just shook his head. “Okay then hyung, you’ll be fine. Once you’re on stage everything will come together, you’ll sing, they’ll clap, and whistle, hoot and holler and it will feel like a dream. That is until you have to start your second set.” 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, “Okay, I’ll take your word for it for now…but if you’re wrong then you owe me a drink at the end of the night.” A cheeky grin appeared on the singers face as he stuck out his hand. “Sure, sure, but I’m sure you’ll be the one paying up tonight. So, you better work those dazzling eyes you have on the women so you get more tips.” This comment only elicited the tips of Seokjin’s 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t something that someone should have for long and Taehyung had decided that Jimin didn’t 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 man’s 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 Jimin’s work was just guilty pleasure for him. He had quite a few of them that all included little things about Jimin, when he’d 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 it’d 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 got…if 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 wasn’t poor but it wasn’t 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 Jimin’s 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, “Hello.” Jimin automatically looked up and gave him a grin, moved over and slung his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “Tae you came,” he just nodded and then looked from Jimin, who he secretly hid his pleasure of the show of affection from, to Seokjin who he wasn’t quite sure about. It took Jimin a moment before he realized that he should introduce the two though Seokjin did say hello as well.

“Oh! Hyung, this is Kim Taehyung a friend of mine and Tae, this is Kim Seokjin the new singer I mentioned. Didn’t he do great so far? I told him he had nothing to be nervous about but he wouldn’t believe me. Can you believe he thought the audience was going to bite him?” 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 hadn’t let go of him, “It’s nice to meet you. You sing beautifully.” Glancing over at Jimin he could tell that he was very excited tonight, it made him happy. Jimin’s 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 didn’t catch the slight frown that his friend had made as it disappeared after a second that it had appeared. Seokjin poked Jimin’s cheek. “Don’t think that you’re getting out of buying me a drink.” 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.

“No, no. I remember just fine. I’ll go get it now.” Jimin looked over at Taehyung, “Do you-” he was cut off by his friend already answering his question that wasn’t even properly asked. “No, I’m 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.” 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. “Oh, oh, okay, Tae. I’ll see you later then?” It really shouldn’t have came out as a question, Jimin saw Taehyung almost every day but for some reason he couldn’t help but ask. A question seemed necessary. All he got was a slight nod, if you could even call it that and a “Mm…” then a wave as Taehyung went back to his table, paid for the drink that wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 o’clock came around and he’d taken a seat on the couch with his book to read until Taehyung would come over and cook him dinner. Any other time he didn’t pick up his book. He liked reading but didn’t 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 didn’t 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, Jimin’s 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 wasn’t 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. “What’s up? You’ve been distracted and anxious all night. You almost didn’t notice when I stopped singing either.” 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 man’s brow furrowed, “It’s Tae. He’s not coming around like he used to and it’s odd,” 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. “Jimin, it’s only been two days. Maybe he’s busy.” A chuckle had escaped his lips as he looked at the very serious Jimin in front of him. “Why don’t you call him or stop by to see him if this bothers you so much.” Amusement danced in Seokjin’s eyes which locked with Jimin’s for a few seconds. The furrow deepened and a defiant response came from Jimin. “I’m not bothered by it. It’s just odd…but maybe I‘ll do that, thanks hyung.” 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.

Jimin’s mind was thinking about Seokjin’s words through the entire set. This time he didn’t screw up the ending of a song but he still wasn’t 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 wasn’t bad but he’d 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 Taehyung’s phone number nor did he remember where he lived hit him. Well that made things problematic. As soon as the set ended he grabbed Seokjin’s arm looking up at him eyes full just saying ‘what do I do?’ “But hyung, I don’t have his phone number nor know where he lives…”

Seokjin’s 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 couldn’t stop talking about the guy. “Uh, well…” he scratched the side of his head by his temple, “weren’t you two- er that seems like a problem.” Seokjin really didn’t know what to say on this one. He hadn’t been expecting this at all but he didn’t like watching his violinist and friend’s face fall like it did. He moved to start cleaning up their equipment which stirred Jimin to do the same. “What about a friend of his? You know some of them?” 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 didn’t even bother asking what it was but nodded. He figured it had something to do with Taehyung and the expression on Jimin’s face wasn’t 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 Jungkook’s butt. His eyebrow raised but he didn’t say anything. The blush that spread across Jungkook’s face was more than enough, though he did manage to say without stuttering “Hey Jimin, what did you need?” It was painstakingly obvious that Jungkook was nervous and it didn’t 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 Yoongi’s arms off him. “Is Jonghwa still around?” Jimin didn’t notice it at the time but the affection Yoongi was showing towards Jungkook didn’t bother him at all. In fact, knowing without even being told that the two had gotten together didn’t phase him. It almost seemed fitting. “Oh uh, in the back.” 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. “Jonghwa, take me home with you.” The startled boy looked behind him with wide eyes and the tips of his ears pink. The comment was much too straightforward for him. “Wh-what?” Jimin didn’t notice the reason behind this. “I said take me home with you.” He leaned his arm on top of a box that was next to him and crossed a leg in front of the other. “I need to see Taehyung…he’s okay right?” Jonghwa’s embarrassed and anxious expression cleared once the name of his roommate was spoken. “Oh, oh. Uh, yeah he’s doing better.” He shifted his weight. “Just let me take this out and then we can go. I think Taehyung may be still awake.” 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 Jonghwa’s and Taehyung’s 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 wasn’t as if he could have called. Once they got there, Jonghwa told him to hold on while he checked on Taehyung. Tapping his foot wasn’t a habit that Jimin had ever entertained before but now he couldn’t help it. He was nervous and his palms were sweaty. Why was he so nervous, if asked he wouldn’t 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 Taehyung’s room. Lightly knocking on the bedroom door he called hesitantly, “Tae?” there was a cough and then “Come in.” 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. “Jimin-ah, why are you here?” Taehyung’s 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. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come this late but…where 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 can’t call you if I don’t 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 I’m here.” He was rambling at a very fast speed, something he rarely did. Jimin raised his head just enough so that he could see Taehyung, “I’m sorry I can leave. It really is too late.” 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. “You don’t need to..Are you okay Jiminie?” There was warmth and genuine concern in his gaze. Though this only confused the violinist. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t be okay? I should be asking you that.” His brow furrowed in annoyance for being asked such a silly question. Another cough came from Taehyung and the annoyance changed into concern. Taehyung’s eyes grew slightly wider in surprise, “Yoongi and Jungkook? Didn’t that bother you? I know you really liked him…” Jimin just ignored those comments asking another question of his own. “Are you sick Tae? You keep coughing, is that why you haven‘t been by?” As much as Taehyung was fond of Jimin, the guy was starting to annoy him just slightly. How come he wasn’t getting any of his questions answered. “I’m almost completely better. Are you sure you’re okay?” The two kept trying to tend to the other and it wasn’t working out very well for either of them. Jimin finally nodded deciding it was time to answer Taehyung and realizing himself that Yoongi didn’t bother him at all anymore. He had even forgotten why the guy would. When did that happen? He wasn’t sure but it didn’t matter. “Hmm, I did really like Yoongi hyung but not anymore he can do what he likes.” 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, Taehyung’s hand was still covering Jimin’s, he had forgotten to remove it and Jimin didn’t mind that it was there at all. “Jimin…you came all the way here just to see where I’ve been?” A nod of the head gave confirmation to the question which made Taehyung smile slightly. He took his hand off of Jimin’s then and patted him on the head. “Good boy,” 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. “So, you missed me then, huh?” 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, “I did miss you, Tae.”

Taehyung’s hand was hovering over Jimin’s 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 couldn’t put out. His hand finally managed to rest atop of Jimin’s head and start running through his hair.

“I missed you too, Jiminie,” 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 didn’t 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. “Hmph..Why did you stop”. 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 didn’t make anything easier. “Don’t look at me like that.” he snapped with a tiny trace of annoyance. “Does it bother you?” 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, “Jimin-ah stop.” Which he didn’t do at all, instead he moved again so he was in Taehyung’s direct line of sight and rather close.

“That’s not fair.“ There was lips and cheeks and more lips and more adorable puffy cheeks just right there in front of him. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 Jimin’s 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 couldn’t resist.

Jimin on the other hand just blinked for a moment, still frozen in his pout. “Tae…what was that?” 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 “A kiss,” came out. Jimin sat back on his knees and pulled Taehyung onto his back as well. He didn’t want muffled responses. “Why did you kiss me?” The suddenly shy person who had never seemed to be before, sighed, “Why do people kiss other people Jimin-ah? Let alone a guy kissing another guy.” It was embarrassing to be having this conversation right now, let alone at all but Taehyung had set himself up for it. “I like you.”

Jimin by this point had a smirk on his face. He was rather amused with the embarrassed Taehyung who wouldn’t look at him but his cheeks were tinged pink so it gave him away anyway. “Ah, why don’t you look at me then? Shouldn’t you want to see the one you like?” Maybe Jimin was getting a little carried away with his teasing but it was fun and he’d 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. Taehyung’s eyes were completely open then, just about as wide as they could go. “What was that?” this only made Jimin chuckle under his breath. “A kiss.” Taehyung’s mouth was moving on it’s own, “Why?” 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. “I..think I like you too, Tae.” 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. “You better not make me sick though so no more kissing until your better. Oh! And also, I think I’d be a really bad boyfriend if I didn’t have your number.” There was a large grin across his face while he watched Taehyung’s 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.