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This must be a dream, a fantasy, nothing short of a miracle.
This is all that comes to mind when Jimin stares blankly at his computer screen. The bright screen burns into his eyes as the words “You’re in!” plaster against the page.
It’s here. Jimin really has them. Two tickets to see the Kim Taehyung live in concert. VIP passes with soundcheck and meet&greet included.
It takes a moment to process. His mind takes time to take it all in. All that left his lips were the simple words, “I got them.”
He lays back once the laptop slides off his lap, landing sideways on the sofa. Like a truck, the realization hit him hard. His grin stretches from ear to ear. His eyes slowly begin to disappear. Warmth spread within his chest.
As giddy laughter fills the room, his phone begins to ring. It’s a custom ringtone he spent a better part of an hour setting up. It usually starts with a second or two of the default ringtone. Shortly, it transitions into one of Kim Taehyung’s songs, with the rings intertwined within the melody. There are times when he lets his phone ring. To hear his favourite song fill whatever room he’s in. To hum along to the tune, harmonizing with it sometimes.
This is one of those times.
Halfway through the ringtone, he grabs his phone and looks at the contact name. It"s just the name he wants to see.
“Seokjin hyung!” Jimin says with glee, “I got them!”
“That’s awesome, Jimin-ie!” Seokjin’s voice is robotic; static hangs on every other word.
Jimin scrunches his eyebrows, “Is your phone working?”
“It’s fine,” Seokjin reassures him, “You can hear me, right?”
“Kind of,” Jimin honestly answers, “anyways, meet me at my apartment on the 31st at 11 a.m. We must be at the venue by 1 p.m. at the latest!”
“Whoa,” Seokjin chuckles, “Isn’t the show at 8 p.m.?”
‘Amateur. ’ Jimin thinks to himself.
Nowadays, people line up in venue lines 12 hours ahead. The days of waltzing in and expecting a decent view are long gone. He will get the most out of that day for the pretty penny spent on these tickets, and that’s a promise.
Before he answers back, he turns to lie on his stomach. His feet, now up in the air, kicking up and down. Ever so gently, his chin rests against the armrest.
“Hyung,” Jimin whines, “We need good spots. Plus, there’s also soundcheck! And sometimes there are fan-made freebies,” his bottom lip slightly pouts out, “Don’t you want the freebies?”
“Free-what?” Seokjin’s buzzing voice comes through.
“Freebies!” Jimin answers louder, “When other stans give you little things like stickers, their own photo cards, sometimes they put little candies!”
“Okay, okay,” Seokjin playfully sighs, “Because you’re so cute, I’ll make sure we"ll be there by 1 p.m.”
“You’re the bestest friend in the world,” Jimin cheekily giggles.
“I know, aren’t I?” Seokjin’s voice becomes robotic once more, the rest of his sentence now becoming incoherent.
Shortly after several attempts to continue, the connection broke beyond another try. Jimin hangs up and texts Seokjin the rest of the plans — including the picture of the tickets.
As the rest of their conversation catches his gaze, he notices a link directing him to the Google Docs he sent.
Right! I should finish that fic.
That’s when he checks on the word count. 2.4k. The number that stares back begins to laugh at him. It’s been over a month since he last touched that piece. A sigh escapes his chest as he immediately closes the document. Writer’s block, or as he lovingly refers to it, his mortal enemy, makes his mind draw a blank. It’s conquered his brain ever since his last update. Everlasting guilt soaks into his body every time he thinks about it.
Then he remembers the kind words of his writing mutuals; let the words come to you. Don’t chase them unless you want the block to win.
Jimin has a sizable audience. The numbers don’t matter to him — not anymore, anyway. His posts and stories get kind comments and positive feedback. It also has introduced him to some lovely other fanfic writers, some of whom he hopes to meet on the 31st.
Truthfully, he enjoys writing when life isn’t in the way. The nights in bed, headphones in, listening to Kim Taehyung and other artists he’s placed in his playlist, were some of his best writing nights.
He opens his Twitter account. Scrolling down his feed to see who the lucky winners of these tickets were. Some tweets were of victory and happiness. Others were on the other end, despairing at how the gods were not on their sides today.
In between the ticket tweets, there were posts and pictures of him. In every light, angle, and post, his visuals scream ethereal. After seeing a few pictures of the resounding beauty, his mind becomes full yet again.
That document begins calling his name just like before. Joy fills him.
Just before he leaves the app, motivation and inspiration bubbling in his mind, he starts his post about going to the concert.
He continuously rewrites the post. In every attempt he makes, there’s no hiding the joy ready to burst. Eventually, he exhales deeply before letting his fingers take the lead.
“@tetestories: i’m going to see tete on the 31st!! can’t wait xoxoxo @/kthofficial”.
He’s made sure to block his official account on his fanfic account. The sheer thought of his work leaving his curated little bubble sends a shiver down his spine.
Despite the wall he’s officially put up, he still tags the account. Whenever a new song drops, a photoshoot is posted, or he goes on Instagram live for three minutes, Jimin can’t help but tag him in the supportive posts.
After leaving Twitter for the night, he immediately goes to his Google Docs page. The work in progress is finally being worked on. Continuing the story after some time apart appears to be daunting at first. A soft hint of intimidation comes across his mind. Fortunately for him, it’s nothing he can’t fight. Soon enough, he begins typing as if a break never occurred. Finding his rhythm has never felt so rewarding.
He writes into the night. The midnight sky drapes over the large city he calls home. The brightness of the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. Blue tints spread around him, shining deep within his eyes. Deeper and deeper, his body sinks into the sofa.
Eventually, his body succumbs to the exhaustion slowly creeping into him. His eyes begin to shut. Head emptying for the night. Both of his arms become heavier. A small smirk forms as he gets himself comfortable.
Tonight was a good night.
— ♡ —
Excitement brews within Jimin’s chest as he checks the date on his phone—the 31st. At long last, the wait is finally over. Awake since 7 a.m., he’s been preparing himself for the best night of his life. From choosing his best outfit to perfecting his skincare, every step he took was meticulous.
While in charge of the music, no questions were asked when he only played Kim Taehyung. Despite only having one album, both Jimin and Seokjin found themselves happily replaying every song on their way.
“Hyung!” Jimin whines, barely able to contain himself in the passenger seat, “How much longer till we’re there?”
Seokjin snickers, “You can see the GPS, right? We’ll be there soon.”
“But,” Jimin’s lip pouts out.
“Jimin-ie,” Seokjin yawns, rubbing his eye with his free hand, “Don’t worry. We’ll be there in time for everything, okay?”
A slight grin appears as he looks away, “I’m not worried. I wanna get there.”
Seokjin’s smile stretches wider, “I know I’m excited too! I can’t believe we’re seeing him tonight.”
On the verge of bursting at the seams, Jimin’s gentle grin turns into a large, toothy smile; his gaze sets on his best friend as he claps his hands together, “I know! It’s going to be amazing. I can already feel it.”
“Think he’ll perform the whole album?” Seokjin asks, talking over the GPS’ voice.
“He has to!” Jimin immediately replies, “The show is almost 2 hours long.”
The wind brushes through his brunette locks. Sunlight gracefully shines down on the car, soaking in Jimin’s face as Seokjin’s voice battles over the blaring music. Warmth slowly spreads across his cheeks as the sun continues to lay upon him.
He can’t help but close his eyes as he takes it all in. In almost 25 minutes, he’ll be at the venue watching his favourite artist perform. In nearly five hours, the soundcheck will begin. In nearly six hours, he"ll be standing before the stage watching a show of a lifetime. Every second of this day counts. Not a single moment from today can go to waste.
Everything about this day has to be perfect.
“What song do you think he’ll start with?”
Thanks to some effort, Jimin has avoided all spoilers from earlier shows. A video here and there, some pictures with him on stage, those were unavoidable. When it came to the set list, however, that is something he refused to have spoiled for him.
He gave a slight shrug to answer the simple question: "I want to say Slow Dancing, but part of me hopes he starts with Rainy Days.”
Before Jimin can also ask, the venue catches his eye. With pure delight, his eyes widen more and more, and he realizes how close they are becoming. He begins tripping over his words, his arm pointing at the evergrowing building in front of them as Seokjin chuckles, watching his best friend whenever the opportunity presents itself.
As they pull into the parking lot, jitters enter Jimin’s body. His smile stretches from ear to ear as he walks to the general admission line. Already, he holds onto Seokjin’s wrist as he drags them to the end.
“I can walk on my own, y’know,” Seokjin’s snark appears as Jimin’s grip unknowingly gets tighter.
“Hyung, c’mon, we need a good spot in line!” Jimin says, ignoring the previous comment.
“Don’t you want those freebies first?”
Every point flies over Jimin’s head. His vision tunnels immensely as he b-lines for where the line ends. Considering how popular Kim Taehyung is, he assumed the line would’ve been much longer. Still, he grows thankful as he finds himself in a comfortable spot.
It takes moments before Jimin finally registers the last thing Seokjin mentions. Freebies, one of the primary reasons for coming this early. As he looks at the surrounding area, he tries to find anyone handing out fan-made items. Removing himself from this spot while the line grows would be detrimental for the rest of the evening. Now and then, he came across different fans giving away smaller items: unofficial photocards, little goodie bags, and sometimes there was a business card or two.
As time moves forward, the sun beams down on them. Heat builds on top of their heads. Their legs prove their strength as they continue to stand in line. It’d be easy to complain, beg the line to move, and find some miracle where the show will start earlier than promised. The anticipation only makes it that much easier.
But the gentle reminder that it’ll be all in good time keeps him at ease.
Soon enough, hours pass by. The sun is no longer as bright, now settling into the horizon. A gentle orange hue basks down on them. Here, the line finally shifts, moving forward as soundcheck begins.
Giddiness fills Jimin’s veins as he clings to Seokjin’s arm. Despite the effort Seokjin is putting into playing the cool, collected, and confident best friend, Jimin knows excitement is pooling within. The crinkles at the corner of Seokjin’s eyes are too hard to miss. It’s cute seeing that joy.
Relief exhales from Jimin’s chest as he’s found a decent place to stay. It’s right in front—the perfect view for everything, for Taehyung.
And then the legend comes out. The crowd mumbles amongst
themselves; it’s all they can do while respecting the rules of no loud noises.
Jimin couldn"t help but stare and observe. This man"s beauty can never be adequately expressed with words. Pictures did no justice to show off his face. Despite the black shades covering half of his face, it’s not enough to detract from his appearance. On the contrary, it added to the very carefully constructed image he’s known for crafting. Paired with beige trousers and a white t-shirt, he looks effortlessly elegant.
His heart skips a beat. A shimmer forms in his eyes. Without trying, the corners of his mouth curve.
As Kim Taehyung walks towards the end of the stage, he waves to every section he passes. A gentle grin carves into his face. Once at the microphone, he places a finger against his lip. Immediately, everyone simmers down and watches him.
For a second, Kim Taehyung lowers his shades. His eyes travel towards Jimin’s direction. Jimin could’ve sworn they made eye contact if anyone were to ask him.
Another skip in his heartbeat.
The stare lingers. Kim Taehyung’s grin grows. Following suit, Jimin’s smile gets bigger. When the music begins, he instantly recognizes the melody— Slow Dancing . With the spotlight shining at him, showing off the star he’s genuinely become, everything else in the room vanished around Jimin.
The stare continues. Jimin presses his stomach against the barricade. With every song Kim Taehyung practices, Jimin imagines an empty room. A space where only the two of them exist. A space where only Jimin had the privilege to hear him sing. Despite the stare breaking now and then, their eyes always find a way to meet again.
Before Jimin can even process the last 40 minutes, the soundcheck ends. A grateful message from Kim Taehyung is expressed to everyone in the stadium before taking a selfie with everyone.
Soon enough, security escorts everyone out of the stadium for now. As instructed, they will have the chance to return once the doors open again in another 30 minutes.
While they leave the stadium, they return to another line outside the doors.
“Wasn’t that amazing, Jimin-ah?” Seokjin smiles, throwing his arm around Jimin’s shoulders.
“Yeah,” Jimin says, dragging out the last syllable of his answer.
Truthfully, he’s still taking it all in. It’s hard to explain this feeling without sounding completely delusional. Someone of Kim Taehyung’s calibre noticing him feels surreal. It can’t be it. His mind continues to circle the mere notion of the possibility. But deep down, he knows Kim Taehyung was looking at him. Not just around him, not just in the direction, him. His heart is still pounding against his chest.
“Is everything okay?” Seokjin asks, “He played Slow Dancing! I thought you’d be more pumped.”
“I am!” Jimin defensively responds, “I am excited!”
“But?”
Jimin sighed, “Did you notice that he was staring at our section a lot?”
Seokjin raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“He was really looking at our section, don’t you think?”
“Oh,” Seokjin lowers his eyebrows back down. Shrugging his shoulders, he casually says, “Yeah, I noticed, but I figured he had to look somewhere.”
“Yeah,” Almost defeated, Jimin’s shoulders deflate, “You’re right.”
“Or who knows,” Seokjin pinches Jimin’s cheeks, “Maybe he saw someone super cute in the crowd.”
Jimin couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. Maybe Seokjin was right. It was merely a coincidence. He just needed a focus point. A thousand and one explanations start filling his head, disproving what his own eyes witness.
While still waiting, Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. It’s 10 minutes before the doors open. For the next few minutes, he checks his Twitter. With one swipe of his thumb after another, he searches for anyone who may have seen what he’s seen.
The dozens of tweets in all caps, all saying, “ I’m pretty sure he looked at me!! ” fill his heart with disappointment. He can’t help but consume them all.
Once the doors open and the line moves, Jimin’s mind snaps out of it. The fundamental goal of tonight is to enjoy the concert and experience his favourite artist live.
He finds himself near the barricade once again. Chatter fills his ears as everyone tries to find their spot for the night. Jimin can’t help but take a picture of how close he was, share it, and watch the replies pour in.
“Still checking on your fic?” Seokjin teases.
The subtle reminder sends Jimin towards the post. It’s doing well, above average. A smile creeps up on Jimin’s face. The amount of replies widens his eyes, bringing a chuckle out of him. It’s hard to tell where to start. The concert is a good excuse not to respond to the feedback yet. Every reply deserves a decent response. For now, Jimin refreshes the homepage and his notifications one last time before shoving his phone into his pocket.
“It’s doing well,” Jimin still smiles.
“I’m glad.”
Right when Jimin was about to respond, the lights dim. All the screams around him get louder. The spotlights flash on. It’s time.
His heartbeat pounds against his chest. The lights glimmer within his eyes. Music starts to play, blasting the volume for all to hear clear as day. The excitement begins to seep out. The once gentle smile now stretches from ear to ear. Immediately, his eyes turn to Seokjin for a quick moment. Both look at one another with crinkled eyes and screams that blend in with those around them. Suddenly, they find themselves jumping slightly to the music. Jimin pulls his phone out and hits the record button.
And there he was.
Everyone gets louder. Lightsticks wave around frantically. All eyes are on Kim Taehyung, the magnetic performer he’s always been. Then, the melody for Love Me Again begins .
“Are you ready, Seoul?” Taehyung asks as the bass in his voice rings in Jimin’s chest.
The crowd answers back with enthusiastic screams. Jimin joins, standing close to the stage, losing himself in the energy surrounding him. The camera on his phone becomes shaky.
Kim Taehyung begins singing. His eyes wander around at first. He stays at the microphone for the first verse of the song. Talent doesn’t escape Kim Taehyung; he proves to be no different than the studio version.
At the bridge, he takes the microphone and moves around the edge of the stage. His eyes finally come to Jimin’s section. Everyone around him waves, shoving their phones forward, and sings along with Kim Taehyung.
But it’s Jimin’s eyes he lands on.
Their gaze locks in once again. Taehyung’s smile matches Jimin’s. They stay like this for the whole chorus. At one point, Seokjin lifts Jimin’s elbow, prompting his phone higher. Locked in a spell, Jimin got lost in Kim Taehyung’s smooth, velvety, soulful voice. Movement on his own was no longer an option.
As soon as it"s cast, the spell breaks once Kim Taehyung moves away. He shows the other end of the stage some love, but nothing compared to what Jimin received.
As the song ends, it transitions into Rainy Days.
The crowd becomes elated as the piano starts. Kim Taehyung finds himself back at the microphone stand. The second the song plays, his hips begin to sway. His fingers snap to the beat.
Once the chorus hits, he moves around again. This time, he stays on the opposite side for a short while.
Jimin’s eyes stay glued to Kim Taehyung. The little voice in Jimin’s heart yearns for him to come back, give him that attention again, and pretend it"s only those two in this entire stadium.
After halfway through the song, he comes back to Jimin’s side. A light beams through him. He brings his phone back up. The camera points right at Kim Taehyung.
To everyone’s surprise, Kim Taehyung grabs the phone out of Jimin’s hands. He records himself doing the rest of the song.
With every person around him calling Jimin “so lucky” and “Taehyung’s favourite!” his nerves begin to jump. To claim his very own recording of Kim Taehyung sounds like a fantasy. Disbelief still washes over him as Jimin watches his favourite artist play with his phone.
Once Taehyung gives his phone back, he winks at Jimin.
A wink.
His breath is stolen instantly. Widened eyes take over his face. Heat builds within his cheeks. Is this really happening?!
He turns to Seokjin, pulling on his sleeve. Thankfully, none of this is a dream, and Seokjin shares the joy with him.
With the song coming to an end, the music pauses. Kim Taehyung takes a minor water break.
It takes Jimin everything in him not to study the way Kim Taehyung’s Adam"s apple bobs with each swallow. Or how his neck and forehead glisten in the spotlight from sweat.
“Hello everyone,” Kim Taehyung begins, “Thank you all for coming tonight! I’ve got a great show planned for you.” His gaze shifts again to Jimin, “Will you join me?”
Jimin barely speaks, only nods.
— ♡ —
With the show ending, the next best part of the night arrives: the meet and greet.
Yet another line for Jimin and Seokjin to stay in. This time, the line is much shorter and quicker to move. The anticipation swirls within Jimin’s gut.
From his view, it all looks relatively routine: a quick hello, Kim Taehyung asks for their name, signs a picture for them, and sometimes a picture.
The late night takes its toll on most people waiting. Navy blue hues take over the sky. Street Lights cover the parts where the stadium can’t reach. Most people are now leaving, exploding with after-concert conversations.
“Jimin-ah,” Seokjin starts, leaning closer to Jimin’s ear, “What’s it like being tonight’s favourite?”
Jimin snickers, “Unbelievable.”
That"s all he can say. He’s still processing that entire experience. He can’t wrap his head around it, no matter how hard he tries. First at soundcheck, now the concert. Nothing about tonight feels real.
Jimin pulls his phone out again. He ignores all the notifications from Twitter and goes straight to his camera roll.
‘ I’ll deal with it in the morning.’ He thinks to himself.
While scrolling past his concert videos, he searches for the one Kim Taehyung made. His heart pumps through his chest again as his eyes lie on that video.
Before he presses on the video, he notices something: there’s a selfie. Kim Taehyung took a selfie on his phone.
As soon as he notices, he makes it his lock screen. This picture is his. Tonight is his. No one can take this away from him.
“Next!” The stadium employee yells out.
It’s Jimin’s turn. As he walks towards Kim Taehyung"s table, his phone stays in his hand. This close-up, without the spotlights beaming on him, without the screams surrounding them, he still looked ethereal.
“Hi,” Jimin squeaks out.
Kim Taehyung looks up, and a smirk appears, “Hi there.”
Face to face, only a table between them, He resembled a prince; beauty and grace behold him. His golden locks are brushed back. Strawberry red lips and deep brown eyes emphasize his other features. Little moles on his face that are begging to be peppered in kisses. Skin dipped in sweet honey as his smile illuminates him so prettily.
Words cannot escape him. He stands there, merely staring at Kim Taehyung’s hand holding the marker. Compared to his large hands, it’s minuscule in his clutches.
“I see you like the picture I took,” Kim Taehyung’s gaze moves to Jimin’s phone.
“Oh,” Jimin almost forgot the phone in his hand, “Yeah, it’s a great photo. You look nice in it. I love it.”
“Oh yeah?” Taehyung’s smirk grows, “You love it?”
This wipes all the air out of Jimin. He swallows the lump forming in his throat. All he can do is nod.
Kim Taehyung hands over the autographed photo and leans over the table, “How about we take another photo?”
Jimin nods again.
“Come closer,” Taehyung’s voice slightly drops, “We can’t take a picture when you’re that far.”
Without a second thought, Jimin obliges. He leans closer to Kim Taehyung, only inches away from one another. He holds his phone up and takes another selfie, but this time it’s both.
“Do you want another? I can get someone to take it for us.”
Jimin shoves his phone down his pocket, “I don’t want to hold up the line.”
“Are you sure?”
Before Jimin could answer, Kim Taehyung was already calling one of his bodyguards. This time, he pulls out his cell phone and hands it over.
As he gets up from his seat, he stands beside Jimin. It only registers at this moment just how tall Kim Taehyung is. He towers over Jimin, and his shadow casts slightly against Jimin’s face.
“Ready?”
Jimin nods.
The security guard counts down from 3. On 3, Jimin feels Kim Taehyung’s hand on his waist. On 2, the grip tightens against the fabric of his shirt. On 1, he’s pulled closer. The picture is taken right after.
Kim Taehyung takes a moment to look over the picture. He grins, exhaling gently from his nose. He hands his phone to Jimin, the contact page already open.
“I’ll need a number to send this picture to,” Kim Taehyung explains, staring at the phone.
“Right,” Jimin accepts, putting only his first name and phone number.
“Thanks for coming, uh,” Taehyung looks down at his phone, “Jimin.”
“Have a great night, Kim Taehyung.”
“You can call me Tae.”
Jimin’s chest hollows, “Okay, have a great night, Tae.”
Mindlessly, he walks away from the area. He stands on the side, watching Seokjin’s much shorter meet and greet happen. His head feels full. To bring himself back down, he looks at the autograph.
“I hope I’m what you imagined, tetestories.”
His mind goes black. His palms start to sweat. A rock drops to the depths of his stomach. Breathing gets slightly more challenging.
‘There’s no way.’ Jimin keeps repeating to himself.
For several seconds, he continues rubbing his eyes. Now fixated on that one sentence written down on his autograph, grazing his thumb against the marker, the small smudge against him only proves it further.
Jimin rushes to his Twitter. He checks his blocked list, and his official account is still there. Some relief comes. Then he looks through his followers. The panic in his mind didn"t care about how many people he had to go through.
Could he have a secret account? Could he have seen his tweets appear somewhere else? How does he know?
“Jimin!” Seokjin’s voice temporarily snaps him out of his trance.
“Sorry,” Jimin says, “How did it go?”
“He asked me about you.”
This catches Jimin’s attention, “What did he ask?”
Seokjin scratches behind his ear, “He asked if you were my boyfriend. I guess he saw you hold onto my arm. I laughed and said no, then he was just friendly. I mean, he was friendly the entire time, but you know what I mean.”
“Right.”
Now, he wishes he was dreaming. There isn’t a single moment from this day that makes any sense. Regardless of the living proof living in his hands, the pictures on his phone and the words on the page, he cannot believe any of it.
The expectation to go home and sleep it off is far from the ideal plan. Instead, Jimin improvises.
“Wanna get a drink?”
Seokjin scoffs, “It’s already pretty late, and we’ve been out all day. This isn’t like you.”
“I know,” Jimin continues, “But I’m in the mood to get a drink. Do you want to come?”
“Jimin,” Seokjin sighs, “I won’t lie to you, I’m exhausted. Why don’t I drop you at the bar near your apartment? That way, you won’t be far enough for me to worry.”
“Fine,” Jimin pouts, “I’ll get it near home.”
He closely follows Seokjin to the car. As he does, his phone vibrates:
xx-xxx-xxx-xxxx
Hey you.
Here’s that picture we took.
[Attachment]
A lightbulb lights above his head. Maybe it’s the urge to push his luck. To test exactly how far he could hold onto this attraction if he could even call it that. Taehyung already knows him much more than he knows him.
Besides, what else does he have to lose?
Jimin
Hey, thanks for the photo.
Think you’d want to get a drink?
Come to this bar.
[Sends address]
It’s a long shot. There is a million-in-one chance that he might actually agree to this. However, with it being much later at night, the chance of getting caught becomes even slimer.
Seconds drag on tirelessly. Each one feels like minutes. Jimin"s finger begins to tap on the side of his phone. Eyes now glued to the screen. Surely, he"d be lost in the darkness if he wasn’t following Seokjin.
Regret slowly seeps into his mind. What if this was a bad idea? Did he ruin any chance of getting closer to Taehyung? His finger rests on the text message. The option to delete the message and move on sits in front of him. It’s the easier of the options; avoid the embarrassment of it all and move on.
Then, a small ding comes from his phone.
Tae
See you there.
I’ll be the cute one in the shades.
— ♡ —
Jimin’s eyes are stuck to the unmoving door. A deep orange iridescent light from the bar’s ceiling lamps bounces off the walls. The cold drink in his hand dampens his palms, though part of him thinks it’s sweat.
‘Is he really coming?’ Jimin can’t help but ask himself.
Doubting that someone as significant as Kim Taehyung would truly honour this request, he continues to sink into the bar stool. His back slightly aches as he slumps over. Time is moving spitefully slowly.
Anxiety began to spread throughout his body. His legs bounce rapidly. Unsure what else to do, he pulls out his phone and scrolls aimlessly through all his accounts. First, he opens Instagram, then TikTok, and now Twitter. Finally, he gets to reply to everyone, retweeting everything.
With a deep, warm breath caressing his ear, a low whisper enters his ears, “Someone seems busy.”
Lightly jumping out of his seat, his hand automatically finds itself on his chest as a gentle yelp leaves his chest.
“You scared me!”
“It wouldn’t have been so easy if you were paying attention,” Taehyung says, a smile accompanying him as he pulls a seat next to Jimin.
“Well,” Jimin looks down, the ice clinking against the glass, “You know what they say, a watched door never opens.”
Taehyung snickers, calling for the waiter, “You should use that line for your next story.”
His smile falters while Taehyung orders his drink. The sudden reminder that the one person he’s been writing about knows of his existence and work is enough to make his head spin again. To turn his thoughts into a tornado with no sign of slowing down. So, for now, he puts his phone away.
“Hey, about those,” Jimin starts, unable to make eye contact with Taehyung.
“Before you start,” Taehyung interrupts him, “I’m not mad.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, “You aren’t?”
Taehyung shakes his head, “I don’t care what people write. I have enough confidence in myself and what I stand for to let it get to me. Besides, it’s not for me. Sure, it’s about me, but you write it for my fans, the community. I only take issue when people push those ideas and fantasies onto me.”
Jimin keeps his gaze away, “Have you had that happen often?”
Taehyung chuckles before taking another swig at his drink, “Well, yeah. That got me to start reading some of the community"s work. It’s important how you guys think of me, fiction or not.”
“So you already knew who I was.”
“At first, I thought I did,” Taehyung says, “I’ve been following your work and account for a while now. I’ve seen some of your selfies, but you can"t be so certain.”
"So what confirmed it for you?"
Taehyung giggles as he looks down at Jimin"s pocket, "Your Twitter notifications."
Regret once again fills his mind. He sets himself a mental reminder to purge his account of every selfie he may have posted all these years. The urge to turn off his notifications also presses on his mind.
Still, it’s refreshing to know what Kim Taehyung thinks of his, and everyone else’s, work. That there is a part of him that understands that this exists.
Eye contact continues to remain a struggle throughout this conversation.
“I liked your last story,” Taehyung adds, clinking his glass against Jimin’s, “I read it before soundcheck.”
Jimin looks up, eyebrows raised as he finally looks Taehyung in the face, “You did?”
Taehyung nods, “Your writing style is very nice. It’s almost poetic. I especially like how you describe me falling in love and how I translate that into sex. You have talent, Jimin.”
Flowers bloom within his chest. His smile stretches wider. Out of habit, Jimin orders the both of them one more drink. A mumbled “thank you” barely makes it out.
“Though I do want to ask,” Taehyung’s face begins to turn a cherry hue, lips coated in the soju that’s been pouring into his throat, “Why do you see me as a bottom?”
Jimin nearly spat out his drink. A coughing attack comes on, emptying his chest. He feels a heavy thump against his back. It’s almost rhythmic next to his cough.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin coughs out.
Taehyung snickers, “I think I should be the one saying that.”
There’s a level of uncertainty on whether or not he should answer Taehyung’s question. To really explain why. The thought of dissecting that with his muse makes his skin crawl. Embarrassment creeps on his body.
Taehyung calls for the bartender, asking for a couple of napkins. As he whips the counter near them, cleaning up the spilled alcohol from Jimin’s coughing, he asks for another drink as Jimin recovers.
With a raspy voice, Jimin says, “You don’t have to do that.”
“Considering it’s my fault, it’s the least I can do.”
Jimin tries to smile. He clears his throat before clinking his glass to Taehyung’s
“What are we toasting to?” Jimin can’t help but ask.
Taehyung moves forward, “For the beginning of a beautiful story.” His eyes narrow like a tiger who’s found its prey.
Jimin’s heart skips a beat. He can’t help but get lost in his eyes. Those same eyes that he’s locked into with every picture, every video, and now, every interaction he’s had with him.
Heat pools within his chest and his cheeks. His body becomes limber. All of the tension in his torso vanishes. A grin is carved into his face as he states back at Taehyung.
Maybe it’s because it’s Jimin’s third drink. Perhaps it truly is the alcohol talking. Or maybe, just maybe, the universe has given him a gift of a lifetime. Something that can’t be explained in any other way.
It’s his chance of a lifetime.
Frankly, it’s the only explanation he can think of once these words leave his lips.
“Why don’t we get out of here?”
Taehyung chuckles, “Where should we go?”
“I live 5 minutes away.”
“How convenient,” Taehyung answers. He leans forward, grazing his lips against Jimin’s and says, “Why don’t I give you something to write about?”
Shivers run down his spine. Jimin’s enthusiasm can’t be contained. This is really happening.
The two of them pay for their drinks and rush out.
— ♡ —
They barely make it through the door without touching each other. Jimin finds himself pinned to the wall the moment the door is closed.
Euphoria spreads through him. On the odd night, he always imagined how Kim Taehyung would touch his lovers, how the fire would ignite everything in his soul while whoever"s fingers grazed his various curves.
As luck would have it, he is that whoever, and he wants so much more.
With each sloppy kiss comes a burning touch to his skin, from Jimin holding his nape to Taehyung resting his hand on Jimin’s cheek. As they continue getting lost in each other, falling into their desires, they stumble into the living room.
Bumping themselves between furniture, their lustful spell guides them to the sofa. Taehyung leads Jimin on top. Jimin places his legs quickly in between Taehyung’s thighs. Softly grinding on top, the flame in their session only ignites more.
When the clothes are about to rip off, to strip each other until they’re only flesh, Taehyung pauses. Resting his forehead on top of Jimin, they breathe in each other. A smile creeps up as he finally pushes his mind to create a coherent sentence.
“I wanna try something.”
“What did you have in mind?” Jimin asks, copying the smile that’s painted on his face.
Taehyung lets the moment linger just a bit longer. A second of stillness appears. Staring at Jimin’s swollen pink lips, he resists the temptation to return just yet. Still, the urge to plant himself back onto their rosy-coloured fantasy was practically begging him to return.
For now, he settles on burning a fire in Jimin that can only be ignited by the touch of ice.
“How good are you with cold things?” Taehyung asks, eyes trailing from his partner’s forehead to his bottom lip.
Jimin chuckles, “What, like cold food?”
His mouth stretches into a fond smile, teeth slightly peaking through. As the window casts down the midnight sky into the room, Taehyung studies his lover’s face a little more. Something about the way the moonlight kisses different spots on his face, from his eyes to his nose to his soft chin.
He’s never looked so radiant.
Taehyung scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes as he lays gentle kisses all over Jimin’s cheek. Bringing his lips up to Jimin’s ear, he licks the side slowly. Nibbling on his ear, Taehyung cozies his lips to his ear canal.
“Something like that.”
Jimin raises his eyebrows at the comment. A scoff leaves his lips as he watches Taehyung cluelessly wander around the apartment.
“Looking for something?” Jimin asks, almost out of breath.
“Kitchen.”
Jimin’s forehead wrinkles, “Behind you.”
Taehyung drags his feet to the freezer.
Curiosity makes him sit up. His eyes bug out as his soft purple ice tray is now in Taehyung’s larger hands.
“Uh… Taehyung? What’s all that for?” Jimin cautiously asks, covering his body with one of their throw pillows.
“Just trust me, okay?”
As slowly as possible, Jimin places the pillow on the floor and removes his shirt. His stare locks on Taehyung while he lies on the other half of the sofa.
“I believe you had me try this one,” Taehyung grins, water dripping to the side of his finger, “Though I was the one being rubbed.”
Jimin remembers, unfortunately. It was a popular story. Kim Taehyung invited his producer Agust D over during a particularly terrible rainstorm and got drunk, the rest being history. He spent countless nights working on that story.
It never occurred to him that he’d be lying down, cock hard, waiting for that story to come to life.
“I remember.”
Taehyung smiles, “Want to try it?”
Curiosity answers for Jimin as he nods.
Taehyung digs one of the cubes out with his fingers, making small bits of ice drop on Jimin’s warm body. The icy droplets wake his nerves up, jumping out of his skin. He muffles a moan, already biting his lip for the new experience.
“Ready?” Taehyung asks as the ice cube hovers over Jimin’s belly button.
“Mhmm,” Jimin murmurs, voice shuddering to the touch. The ice cube dragging across his torso to his neck sends shivers up and down his body. Curving his back, his chest pushes up to the skies. The sensation is new, foreign almost.
“Like that?” Taehyung’s voice lowers, licking the water trail up to Jimin’s neck.
Jimin responds with hitched breathing. He nods as Taehyung does it again with one more ice cube.
“Words, angel,” Taehyung’s voice drops, and the pace of the ice cube slows as he circles it around Jimin’s belly button.
Something about being called angel made Jimin’s heart skip a beat. His head floats into the clouds. A grin creeps onto his face. This is everything he could have imagined it to be.
“I do.”
“That’s better.”
Taehyung puts one more ice cube in his mouth, placing the tray beside him. He presses his chilled tongue firmly against Jimin’s stomach, dragging it back to his neck. The ice cube shrinks smaller and smaller as he gets higher onto Jimin’s body.
The licks turn into kisses. Taehyung presses his mouth hard onto Jimin’s neck. More unabashed moans come from Jimin. Fingernails digging into Taehyung’s shoulders.
Jimin’s cock begins to throb. It presses against his jeans. Almost suffocating his crotch, he rubs himself against Taehyung’s leg for some kind of relief.
Taehyung darts his eyes, “Someone wants to be touched, don’t they?”
Jimin frantically answers, “God, yes, please touch me.”
Throwing himself into the motion, Jimin’s chest bursts as it blooms with the need for more. More than kissing, more than making out. His cravings make him greedy, and he is finally ready for the work of Taehyung’s hands.
“Touch me, please,” Jimin begs.
“That’s a good boy,” Taehyung hums as he pulls away. Jimin catches a glimpse of his rosy pink lips, swollen from their make-out session.
Gently, Taehyung’s curious thumb places itself on Jimin’s bottom lip. Mesmerized with the shine and colour of his work, he smiles.
His gaze moves down to Jimin’s pelvis, “Look how hard you got, my sweet angel.”
Within his grasp, Taehyung squeezes Jimin’s hardened cock, placing his thumb on its head. Spitting, Taehyung rubs his thumb all over.
Jimin’s fingers dig into the leather of the sofa. The urge to hump into Taehyung’s hand was strong. The urge to go against his power sounds tempting, sexy even. The thought of it all makes his muscles tighten as pleasure wraps around his body.
Never could he imagine Kim Taehyung being a top. Frankly, he never thought he’d be in a position to see otherwise.
At first, Taehyung keeps a steady pace. The buildup is about to take over his mind. Rubbing his other hand against Jimin’s leg again, Taehyung"s hand gets hotter as Jimin gets harder.
Eagerness begins to build within his chest, gradually flowing through his limbs, right down to his fingertips, as he eventually picks up speed. Jerking his hips up, he loses himself in the warmth of Taehyung’s hand.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Jimin mumbled, releasing a muffled moan shortly after.
Taehyung leans towards Jimin, barely touching his lips against Jimin’s, “What if I made you feel even better?”
Before Jimin could muster up a response, Taehyung chuckles as he takes the head of Jimin’s dick into his mouth. He runs his wet tongue in circles as his hand strokes the length. His mouth and hand follow a similar cadence, making a beautiful melody as they join together in this song of pleasure.
Even in how he touches Jimin, he follows a rhythm and easily flows. That something as primal as sex can become an art form for someone like Kim.
For Jimin, he can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this. There was ever an occasion when his partner took the time to make him feel this good. Greed grows within him. He desperately begins wanting more and more and more. Enough to make his head spin.
Tightly clutching a handful of Taehyung’s hair, Jimin arches his back. He stained his blonde locks with the imprint of his fingernails. His hands are holding on tightly, the only thing his body would allow.
Taehyung drools out a moan as he begins to drag his tongue down Jimin’s shaft. Pressing the entire surface of everything in front of him, he keeps his eyes on the faces Jimin wears ecstatically.
Jimin’s mouth slightly opens. His heavy sigh empties his chest as the hairs on his neck stand up. Bringing his gaze back to Taehyung, the sight of this man swallowing him whole is so fucking sexy.
Now, he’s having a tougher time keeping quiet. The whimpers and moans burst out of his chest, all coaxed in ecstasy. Realizing how loud he’s becoming and how Kim Taehyung makes him act out of pure desire, he attempts to conjure up any strength to cover his mouth.
Lucky for him, Taehyung has long arms.
Pressing his other hand onto Jimin’s mouth only drives him crazier. The two lock eyes for a while. As if Taehyung wants Jimin’s noises to leak through the cracks of his fingers, he goes harder.
Suddenly, Taehyung’s page gets faster. Jimin’s body melts into the feeling. His eyes roll back as he muffles the moans that could echo the room.
Deep into those golden-brown eyes, Jimin could see hunger. In the pits of his stomach, a voice was calling, even screaming, to be filled by Taehyung. They were both desperate for the other’s taste, intoxicated by the other’s flavours.
As the tempo builds up, so does something in Jimin. Lifting his hips, he shoves more of his cock into Taehyung’s mouth, almost touching the back of his throat. The tight, warm throat, heated tuffs of airbrushing down his cock, all feeding the fire in his body.
Taking his mouth off, Taehyung uses the excess spit to rub the head. Circular motions take over the nerve endings as Jimin’s moans become increasingly louder.
“Keep moaning like that, and you’ll make me go crazy.”
Jimin likes that. He really likes that—finally, an opening to take this to the next level. The invitation is too enticing to pass up, especially while seeing Taehyung like this.
Taehyung’s mouth finds its way back onto Jimin as he plays with his balls. His hand twists around as he follows the bobbing gesture.
Jolts of lightning flash through Jimin’s torso. His back arches more and more, prompting his hips closer to Taehyung. At this point, he could barely touch the back of Taehyung’s throat, almost scraping the surface. That alone is enough to get Jimin even greedier.
“I-I-I,” Jimin attempts to speak, croaking out any word he can at this point.
Desire locked the car"s doors and drove full speed as he approached the verge of finishing. He didn’t want the fun to end, not yet at least. The adrenaline rush had left Jimin light-headed, giving in to his primal desires.
”I want to feel you,” Jimin whispers in a husky voice, “So badly, I want to make you feel good.”
“Show me how bad then.”
No longer thinking coherently, Jimin spreads his legs further. Presenting himself to Taehyung, his cock begins to twitch. With hasty hands, he reaches down and spreads his cheeks.
“Take me,” Jimin breathes out, “Please.”
The demand oozed sweet desperation. He could feel it deep within his bones. He wants to feel him. To become the pretty little mess, he’s always written Taehyung as. His eyes look up at Taehyung’s parted lips, practically begging to fulfill any desires this man may have.
Finally, their lips meet as the request is in the air. The small space that was once acquainted between their lips had been moved and replaced with fire. Kisses igniting bigger and brighter fires, and each breath resembling lighting a match, their lips turn into a bold pink from how swollen they’ve become.
“I’m surprised you don’t want to fuck me,” Taehyung teases, speaking in between the kisses, “Aren’t I usually the one begging in these scenarios?”
Jimin barely responds. All he cares about is being fucked and being fucked good. Anything coming out of his mouth becomes meaningless babble.
“C’mon angel,” Taehyung continues, peppering kisses down from his lips down to his chest, “Don’t you want me whining for you?” down to his stomach, “Don’t you want to fill my little hole?” to the base of his cock, “Isn’t that what you imagined?”
Nothing about this situation is anything like Jimin could imagine. And yet, it’s all the better for it.
Jimin’s cock twitches again, slamming against his stomach when he feels Taehyung’s dick prodding him.
“Any lube around here?”
Jimin shakes his head, “All in the bedroom,” he squeaks out.
Taehyung shrugs, “Guess we’ll have to get a little dirty, won’t we?”
In a blink of an eye, Taehyung spits on Jimin’s hole. He spreads the substance around with the tip of his cock.
The pressure of Taehyung’s tip brings a whimper out of Jimin. It does so again and again and again until he becomes antsy. Small movements come from his legs as he moves against Taehyung.
Pulling his cock away, he shoves his fingers into Jimin’s mouth. With a mix of sucking and circling his tongue against Taehyung’s fingers, a string of saliva connects the two.
With a small sigh of relief, Jimin whimpers once Taehyung"s finger enters him. It’s brief before Jimin’s desires get the best of him. Immediately, he wants more. With two fingers in, he’s louder and ecstatic. It"s almost like he’s being given something he’s been deprived of for far too long.
This sensation becomes something he can’t live without.
“Ready for it?” Taehyung whispers, removing his fingers.
Jimin whines at the hollowed feeling that succumbs him. Even if it’s for a minute, he can’t stand the emptiness. To withstand the feeling of knowing he didn"t whole until Taehyung was inside him.
It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to press his cock against Jimin.
The realization dawns on him. This is it. Finally, he’ll get to experience Kim Taehyung in his entirety. Frantically nodding, Jimin squirms around until Taehyung rests his hand against his hip.
A soft gasp escapes Jimin’s mouth once Taehyung fills him up. The two stay like this for a moment to let it all sink in. To allow this time to linger, to selfishly stay.
Taehyung leans towards Jimin. He wraps himself around Jimin as he pushes in deeper and deeper.
The unfamiliar yet intimate position fills Jimin with warmth. To be held in this manner makes it a little more special. Being treated this special, this kindly, by a practical stranger has Jimin silently praying that the moment won’t end.
At first, Taehyung starts slow, yet long. He thrusts his entire length at a leisurely pace.
Jimin’s head starts to spin. Every inch sends shockwaves through his chest. In habit, his nails dig into Taehyung’s back. Their foreheads pressed against one another. Breathing in each other, the heat between them becomes suffocating.
Now more than ever, Jimin prays this moment never ends. To have this scene replay, loop, or anything that freezes them in time.
But Taehyung shows Jimin he has other plans.
Taehyung snickers as his momentum picks up. He lets his lust direct his body. Keeping a steady pace is essential; it sets the mood for what could happen next.
Though, Jimin being quite sensitive does help. Any movement could send euphoric waves washing through his body. Crashing at the shores, the tides of passion were growing. As he continues down the road of consistency, groans of pleasure can be heard from the sides of the path. Indulging in the sound of Taehyung’s grunts against his ears, Jimin loses himself in the motion.
”Like t-that, ” Jimin reassures, breath hitching as he pushes out every word.
Taehyung lifts his body slightly. With the given space, Jimin wastes no time getting his hand busy. The excitement explodes the moment he touches himself. With the extra momentum, Jimin moves alongside Taehyung’s strokes. The fire building within him ignites higher, brighter, even bolder. Everything intensifies for Jimin.
“Greedy, aren’t we?” Taehyung teases, his voice deeper than before.
Jimin nods, “Can’t help it. S’good.”
“If you can still talk, looks like I gotta fuck you harder.”
Having a part in this side of Taehyung makes Jimin crave something more. It’s insatiable. The desire for more begs Jimin to follow Taehyung, maybe even faster. Frantic to satisfy his craving, Jimin pushes himself deeper into Taehyung. He needs to act, and he needs to do it quickly.
Before the plea could leave the rim of his lips, something erupts. More importantly, someone. The louder and louder he gets, the two finally earn their climax.
Under his breath, Taehyung moaned, ”I’m going to—”
”Do it for me, baby.” Jimin urged, no longer caring about anything else, “Let me see you cum all over.”
Right then, in that minute, a rush also builds within Jimin. Warmth pools around his pelvis. His cock hardens.
”How bad do you want it? Let me hear you say it.”
Jimin smiles, ”So badly, baby.”
But it’s Jimin who concedes first. His mind reaches its whole level of ecstasy as he blows onto Taehyung’s torso. Deep grunts are pushed out of his deepest parts as he pours all into the rubber sleeve.
Muscles tighten. All the air is knocked right out of him. Fireworks go off in his chest. Entirely fragile from their vigorous time together.
Not long after, Taehyung pulls out, matching the droppings on Jimin. The substance splatters against Jimin"s body like art. His moans get louder as his body shakes with each burst. Huffs and puffs push out of his chest.
The air is filled with the scent of sweat and leftover pleasure. There’s a musk that Jimin hasn’t encountered in quite some time. He watches, panting, as Taehyung’s chest rises and falls with each breath.
While they both recuperate, Taehyung hands over Jimin any clothes he can find. Jimin looks hard at the man hovering over him.
To call his body alluring would be an understatement. Drops of sweat bead down his chest, the deep yellow hue from the lamps bouncing off his pecks. Taehyung’s much larger than Jimin, making it easy to shrink next to. No matter how hard he tries, Jimin still can"t get used to how he looks, how ravishing he truly is.
Even with a clearer mind, he knows that Kim Taehyung is special.
“Well,” Taehyung starts, still huffing and puffing, “I hope I lived up to your expectations.”
“Better,” Jimin tries to say, still trying to build some energy back up, “Better than anyone could imagine.”
A smile forms on Taehyung’s face. Just as he’s about to respond, his phone begins to ring. It’s a typical call tone. Nothing fancy, no transitions, no reason to keep it going. There’s something about the simplicity of it that makes it so unmistakably Kim Taehyung.
“Sorry,” Taehyung grumbles as he rushes away from Jimin.
The ringtone continues echoing in the room. Searching through the pile of clothes they ripped off each other for his phone. After the third loop, he finally finds his pants and answers the call.
“Hyung!” Taehyung greets loudly, “What can I do for you?”
Jimin can faintly hear a man’s voice from the call. It’s deep yet delicate. A hint of concern comes from his questions. It’s hard to guess who it was.
“I’m at a friend’s house,” Taehyung answers.
A friend. Despite knowing it’s the most straightforward answer he could give, Jimin becomes conflicted. Do friends tear into one another? Do friends embrace while having sex?
But then again — Jimin was just a stranger before tonight. He"s just another guy on the internet posting his stories. In a way, being a friend is a step up. Now, there’s a phone number he can call. A text log he can go back to. A kiss he can remember lingering on his lips.
That’s all his, and nothing can change that.
“I might stay the night. Is that a problem? I’ll be back in time for soundcheck and everything for tomorrow’s show.”
Jimin’s heart flutters when Taehyung flashes his eyes at him. As if waiting for an answer he already knew, Taehyung winks at Jimin before advising the man on the phone of his whereabouts. With the call ending shortly afterwards, Taehyung sighs.
“Where should I sleep?”
“Well,” Jimin suddenly becomes small, breaking his eye contact with him, “We can share my bed if you’d like.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not,” Jimin reassures him, “Besides, the couch isn’t that comfortable if you stay for more than an hour.”
With a chuckle, Taehyung says, “Good to know.”
A moment of silence falls between them. Their breathing slows down slightly. Taehyung follows Jimin to the bedroom. It’s cozy and comfortable as he glides his hand across the blue comforter.
“Before I lie down, I’d like to shower. Where’s your bathroom?”
“Right,” Jimin points to the other side of the room, “Just behind you.”
“Cool, thanks.”
Taehyung leaves before Jimin answers back. It takes a few moments before deciding to wait for him.
Jimin can barely hear the shower running as he leans on the door frame. The sound of rushing water is muffled on the other side. His head rests on the wooden door. His arms crossed against his chest. The frame of the door presses against his spine.
“Is everything okay in there?” Jimin can’t help but wonder.
Curiosity holds him tightly, primarily since Taehyung only responds with a groan. Jimin can only assume all is well.
Tonight, the moon glows brighter. The night sky is painted a deep navy blue hue. All the air in Jimin’s chest is clear and crisp. Nothing can shake him from what he’s experienced. Flying on cloud nine, a curve within the corners of his mouth never faltered.
Call it wishful thinking or downright hopeful, but Jimin is almost confident this won’t be their final encounter. It can’t be after how he was fucked, how intimate it all was.
At the moment before Taehyung’s shower ends, Jimin grabs his phone from the nightstand and cheekily tweets:
@tetestories : okay but what if taehyung tops?!?!
Once the door opens, Jimin rushes to put his phone back. Perfect timing as Taehyung comes out right when Jimin comes back—the two smile as they look into each other’s eyes.
“Ready for bed?” Taehyung asks.
“Absolutely.”