#this while i found a concerning lump under my arm so now im also convinced ill die of cancer first

[mihai-florescu]

I was thinking earlier about the setting of my highschool class. All girls, save for 2 guys, one who didnt come to school. The other one couldve been living a harem anime fantasy except that most of the girls in my class werent straight. Or they started seeing him more as a mascot than a potential date. Had engirls shut down a year earlier, in 2016, i couldve made a "welcome back" joke or smth since we started hs then, but no, it doesnt work... sad! Oh well

[taejimin]

I know someone who’s too shy to post this to their own blog (I had to log out for the first time in months for this to work - that’s what terror feels like lmao) so since it’s for you anyway I might as well submit it to you directly

it reads pretty wonky I’m afraid, sorry for that orz

maybe I should stick to sending you headcanons

<3 

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When Jimin woke up that morning, he knew something was off. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was but it had been irritating enough to wake him up in what felt like the middle of the night. The sun wasn’t up yet, so he definitely didn’t sleep through his alarm. There was also nobody in the room, or in the whole apartment really, making any noise either. The only sound he could hear was Taehyung’s relaxed breathing behind him.

This must’ve been the fourth night in a row that he’d managed to sneak into his bed without waking him. In the beginning, Taehyung used to poke him awake and ask for permission first but somewhere along the way he had dropped this habit and just slipped under the covers with him whenever he felt like it. Jimin didn’t mind. Being the insatiable cuddler that he was, Taehyung knew how to make sleeping in the same bed comfortable for everyone involved.

‘He’s getting way too good at this,’ Jimin thought to himself, gently leaning against Taehyung’s chest, letting the warmth of his embrace lull him back to sleep.

It was probably nothing.

Certainly something, however, was Taehyung lazily shifting behind him, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses on Jimin’s neck and thus effectively keeping him from falling asleep just a little longer. Jimin couldn’t tell whether Taehyung was awake too or just drowsily kissing the next best patch of bare skin he could reach but he wasn’t complaining.

He hummed softly when Taehyung pulled him closer, his arm wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist.

Jimin placed his hand on Taehyung’s arm, sleepily caressing his skin with his fingertips, when it suddenly hit him.

‘Did I forget to take off my rings?’

Well this wasn’t right. He wasn’t wearing any of the other rings so why on earth was he still wearing this one?

Puzzled, and now actually wide awake, Jimin inspected his hand as best as he could given the complete darkness around him and realized that this ring didn’t even fit his finger properly. It was a little too tight. He managed to pull it off his finger without too much struggle but he was still unsure how it got there in the first place.

“Baby?” His breath felt hot against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Hm?”

Taehyung answered with a similarly unarticulated “Mhh?”, too tired to form whole sentences.

“I was just.. this ring—” Jimin stopped himself, contemplating whether there was a point in explaining this issue to Taehyung right now. They both needed as much sleep as they could get and what they certainly didn’t need was a late-night discussion on ill-fitting rings.

At about the same time that Jimin had convinced himself that he must’ve simply forgotten to take it off before bed, Taehyung jerked awake, taking in a sharp breath.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, audibly alarmed.

“I’m good,” he replied, his voice surprisingly hoarse. “All good.”

“Sure?”

While he was waiting for Taehyung’s answer — this time hopefully one that was a little more convincing than the last — Jimin found himself nervously fiddling with the ring, only to drop it almost instantly.

The sound of metal hitting the floor echoed through the whole room, causing both Jimin and Taehyung to flinch at the sudden noise. But unlike Taehyung, Jimin was up in a second to get the ring before it could roll under the bed.

“This damned thing..” He picked it up, feeling a little light-headed from his hasty movements. “I’m not even sure it’s mine.”

Jimin sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling one knee up onto the mattress so he could face Taehyung, who stayed.. curiously light-lipped over this subject. Looking up from the ring in his hand, Jimin met Taehyung’s alert gaze, a warm feeling pooling in his stomach.

“Did I take yours by accident?” Jimin offered, hoping Taehyung would finally say something. Anything.

Taehyung shook his head.

“It’s yours. ..If you want it, that is.” He looked down at his own hand before shyly pointing at his ring finger. “I got one for each of us. Yours has a sun on it, mine has a moon. They interlock. They’re couple rings.”

He trailed off towards the end, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Jimin felt a lump form in his throat.

“You— ..got us rings. ..And instead of just.. I don’t know, telling me, you put it on my finger while I was sleeping?”

It was more of an attempt to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming rather than an actual question.

He fumbled with the ring in his hand, fingertips brushing over its smooth surface until he reached a more textured section and what felt like an inset for a gemstone. Jimin inhaled deeply, tears welling in his eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Taehyung’s voice cracked.

“You're—” Jimin broke off, taking another look at the ring after sliding it back onto his finger. This wasn’t the moment to ask what exactly Taehyung wanted these things to be, no matter how badly Jimin wanted to find out. For now, he filled the gaps himself and it was enough to make it hard for him to breathe. His tired mind was reeling, way too many emotions bottling up in his chest. Twisting the ring between his fingers, Jimin finally pulled himself together. “..God, you’re unbelievable.”

Only moments later, Jimin burst into a fit of laughter, single tears streaming down his face. Instinctively covering his mouth with his hand, he let himself fall against Taehyung’s chest, burying his face in his palms as two arms wrapped around him. Unsure how to react, Taeyhung kissed Jimin’s hair, sheepishly joining in on his overwhelmed giggles.

“Sorry.”

“Unbelievable,” Jimin repeated quietly, laughter slowly turning into silent crying.

It was only when Taehyung gently pulled Jimin’s hands away from his face and placed a kiss on his forehead that Jimin realized that he wasn’t the only one who had shed a tear. Overcome with a sudden outburst of concern, Jimin looked up and kissed Taehyung’s cheek, wet from his tears.

“We probably shouldn’t have discussed this in the middle of the night,” Jimin chuckled, leaning his head against Taehyung’s. He felt so silly for crying but at the same time completely over the moon because he was in love with this beautifully weird guy who happened to love him back. “I’m too tired to process this properly. ..And I can’t even see the ring.”

“I hope you’ll like it.”

“You could give me anything and I’d like it.”

“Ah, don’t forget what happened last time Yoongi said that to Hoseok.”

Jimin snorted involuntarily, wiping the remaining tears off his face.

“Touché.”

Taehyung hummed softly and and glanced at the pillow next to them before unceremoniously dipping to the side, pulling Jimin with him. It took some rearranging and shifting to find a comfortable position to sleep in but they managed, even finding the time to exchange way too many kisses that ended in them giggling like children, high on endorphines.

They would have to talk about this at some point but for now all they needed was each other.

“Let’s keep going for a long time, okay?” Jimin whispered.

“Is forever enough?”

Jimin chuckled, kissing the corner of Taehyung’s mouth.

“Sounds good.”

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UM WOW. IMAGINE I WASNT FUCKING DEAD RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT THANK U ANON WHOMEVER U ARE U SWEET SWEET LITTLE BEAN THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PURE IM CRYING