Taehyung flings himself bolt-upright in bed, gasping for air as he is yanked unceremoniously into overbright consciousness. As his brain adjusts to his surroundings, he realizes that something is definitely off. He glances around blearily, trying to filter out some of the harsh light with his fingers.

He's alone, and he's in Jin's bed, and neither of those things seem right.

Jimin.

Memories tinged with that special brand of paranoid post-drunk regret wash unsympathetically over him. He's alone right now, and he wasn't alone when he fell asleep. So where the fuck is Jimin.

Taehyung grasps blindly for his phone, which he finds buried deep under the sheets at the foot of his bed, and swiping the screen, his shoulders sag in relief.

Jimin // 9:00am: Had work- didn't want to wake you

Jimin // 9:03am: okay that's actuslky a lie I tried really hard to wake you

Jimin // 9:03am: you were so out that I balanced every Harry Potter book on your face then felt bad and destroyed my masterpiece

Jimin // 9:03am: it probably should have crushed your skull

Jimin // 9:04am: Come see me? ;)

Taehyung collapses back onto the bed with a disbelieving smile plastered on his face. He kicks out wildly in celebration, burying his face in the pillow as he swallows a squeal.

It's 10 minutes or so before he can muster the will to roll himself out of bed, running a hand haphazardly though his hair as he plods heavily down Jin's hallway and into the main room.

Yoongi look up from the couch, a waffle hanging out of his mouth.

"Oh. Hey," Yoongi says, snatching the waffle out of his mouth so that he can speak.

"Hey," Taehyung grunts, his voice low and rough from sleep. "Did you stay here?"

"Yeah. Couch. Found a pair of your underwear behind a cushion," Yoongi tells him, throwing a distasteful glance at the cushion beside him. "Uh. Do you want some waffles?"

"Sure," Taehyung says as Yoongi pushes himself to his feet to shuffle towards the kitchen. "Where did Jin sleep?"

Yoongi looks extremely embarrassed as he plates up the waffles. "At Hope's I think. I was waiting for him but he stayed over I guess."

Taehyung nods. "Who made waffles then?"

"I did," he says, awkwardly rubbing the beach of his neck, and now Taehyung noticed the floury fingerprints on Yoongi's black tee.

"Oh," Taehyung says, taken aback as he accepts to the plate. "Thanks."

"No big." He can tell how painful this whole experience must be for Yoongi based on the rigid set of his shoulders. "So. Uh. How did things go with Jimin?"

"Pretty good, I guess. I think we're just gonna... go back to how things were. Before. You know." Before you got involved, he doesn't say. "Before I was an ass. I can't really ask for more than that. I mean after last night I swore he was never going to forgive me, but he was just... He's so fucking good, Yoongi. Too good." Taehyung swallows thickly. "He's too good for me."

He swears he sees Yoongi's eyebrow twitch. After a second, Yoongi seems to notice his crestfallen expression. "Don't look at me like that! I did not say I agreed!"

"But you do..."

"No, I just." Yoongi sighs. "Look, I'm coming around, okay? He just means a lot to me and it's hard to accept the fact that someone might deserve him. I think... I think you guys could be really good together."

"Really?" Taehyung demands, abandoning his waffles.

Yoongi flushes slightly. "If you don't fuck it up."

"I mean... fair."

Yoongi chews absently on a waffle for a few moments, and it seems like he's hesitating. "Hey can I ask you something? And I'm not asking because I doubt you or anything, I'm just... actually curious. And also I can't ask anyone else."

"Sure," Taehyung answers, heart rate picking up slightly at the seriousness of Yoongi's tone.

"How do you know? That you love him like that and not just as a friend?"

Taehyung hums in consideration for a moment as he slices off a bite of waffle. "It's a lot like the way I love my other friends, I guess but it's just, I dunno. Something different. Like... the way my chest feels like it's gonna explode when I get a text from him. Or how I want to kiss him even after he's fallen asleep eating garlic chicken and he has the worst morning breath you could fathom."

"Is that it?" Yoongi asks, looking unimpressed. "Morning breath?"

"No," Taehyung shakes his head mildly. "I guess... I guess what it really is, is when I think about like all the big life things haven't to me happened yet... all the scary and awesome and massive shit that's going to happen, I really can't imagine him not being there for any of it. Like, the idea terrifies me. All the things I want to do, I want to do with him, and not just as a friend. I want to be with him in every way. I want him to be my person, you know?"

"Ah," Yoongi says shortly, scratching absently at his hands now. Taehyung regards him carefully, glancing down at Yoongi's hands, where red marks are forming from the repeated drag of his nails.

"Why do you ask?" Taehyung presses softly.

Yoongi's nails dig harshly into his skin before he forces his fingers to relax, flexing them gingerly. "I dunno."

Taehyung nervously licks his lips, contemplating shutting his fat mouth for only a moment before he says, "Do you... maybe feel something like that? About someone?"

Yoongi jerks his head up to meet Taehyung's gaze, searching for any signs of teasing or judgment. "I don't know." He hesitates for a moment. "I don't know what it's supposed to feel like."

Taehyung frowns. "I don't know if it's supposed to feel like anything. It's probably different for everyone."

"Then how is anyone supposed to fucking know?" Yoongi demands, but his tone is less harsh than he probably intended.

"I don't know. Like... how do you feel when you think about him? Do you want to be with him? How do you want to be with him? How is it when you two are together? Is it different than when you're with other people?"

"I..." Yoongi groans and flops back on the bed. "Yeah. It's fucking different. It's not what I expected but it's fucking different."

"And?"

"And I think I might be a massive idiot."

"Like, obviously," Taehyung agrees easily. "But explain why you think you are."

"I've just... I've never wanted anything romantic, and I was fine with that, really, I was great with it. And I think I figured if it ever did happen for me... it'd be something like a lightning bolt hitting me and telling me I was in love, like in movies and books and shit, like how they tell you you're supposed to feel it. But I don't think that's what it is for me. I think it's been happening for a while and I just fucking ignored it like an idiot because it's not what I expected."

"But you... you want to be together?"

Yoongi buries his face in his hands and groans. "Yes."

"Then tell him," Taehyung urges, nudging him with his elbow.

"Them," Yoongi mumbles, covering his eyes with his hands. "Tell them."

Taehyung's heart leaps in his chest, because he knew it. "Them, then. Tell them."

Yoongi's chest inflates with the force of his scoff. "Yeah sure. 'Hey I know I have independently rejected both of you after having sex with you but would it be okay with you if you just forgot about that and also let me date you both at the same fucking time?'"

Taehyung sucks in a hissing breath between his teeth, face a grimace. "Yeah maybe don't say it like that."

Yoongi laughs a little, and it's a watery sound. Taehyung looks up to see him swipe at his eyes. "Yeah."

"But Yoongi," Taehyung says, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder, and Yoongi whose presence is usually so big seems so pitifully small in that moment. "Say something."

And so, in light of that recent revelation, it's probably the actual worst-case scenario when he and Yoongi walk into the Queen several hours later, both determined to make things happen, and they are greeted with the sight of Jin and Hope leisurely making out against the back wall. Jin's hands settle lightly on Hope's hips, and she pulls back only to giggle when he nips at her bottom lip.

Yoongi is stock-still beside him.

"Uhhh," Taehyung says dumbly, and Jin's eyes find him then as he breaks away from Hope. Then Jin's eyes find Yoongi.

"Shit," Jin breathes, hands falling instantly from Hope's hips as she also turns to look at them.

"Yoongi," she says with a tentative smile, stepping away from Jin and smoothing her dress. "We-"

But Yoongi is gone, turning on heel to reach for the door they had just entered, and Jin is cursing again and running after him. Yoongi only makes it a few steps outside before Jin reaches him, tugging gently on his jacket to stop him. Hope follows, the little bell above the door tinkling as she does.

Yoongi wheels around, face hard, yanking the arm of his jacket out of Jin's grip.

Taehyung hears clicking footsteps behind him then, and Jimin rushes out from the back looking extremely concerned, a bag of chips in one hand and a half-eaten sandwich in the other.

"The fuck? Are we getting robbed?" Jimin asks, looking wildly around. "I take one break, and there's a fucking stampede."

"No, uh. I think they're finally having their dramatic get-together scene," Taehyung tells him, taking a seat in a window-facing booth and gazing out the window. The way the scene is framed around the three figures outside, it actually looks a bit like a movie.

"Finally," Jimin sighs, plopping down in the booth beside him. "Idiots."

Outside, Yoongi makes to leave again, but Hope hurries forward as he does, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in the back of his neck. They watch as Yoongi stiffens in her grip, and then she's saying something in his ear, something that makes Yoongi stiffen even further. Jin takes the opportunity to step squarely in front of Yoongi, seems to be talking to him, maybe even yelling, and Yoongi is yelling right back as Hope clings to him.

"5 bucks Yoongi's gonna cry." Taehyung says, absentmindedly reaching over to grab some of the chips out of the bag in Jimin's hand.

"No way, he'd never-"

Yoongi's shoulders start to shake then, and hope just presses herself closer nuzzling his neck and muttering what seem to be reassuring words.

"Shit," Jimin curses, digging into his serving apron and slapping a $5 bill into his hand.

"He was a mess this morning already," Taehyung tells him, pocketing the money. "God they're all a mess."

"Says us." Jimin elbows him playfully, and Taehyung flushes deep, abruptly remembering that this is the first contact they've had since the disaster of the previous night.

"Says us," Taehyung agrees sheepishly.

The two of them are quiet for a moment as they continue to observe the scene outside. Hope is still clutching onto Yoongi's back, apparently rubbing comforting little circles into his arms as he and Jin continue to argue.

"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks.

"Hungover. Slightly mortified." He swallows his nerves. "Scared."

Jimin looks at him affectionately, one rectangular eyebrow quirked in milk amusement and concern. "Scared about us?" Taehyung nods. "Nothing to be scared of. Whatever happens happens. No one's forcing anything."

Taehyung sighs fondly, fondness bubbling up in his chest, light and swoopy, as he catches Jimins gaze and gives a sweet smile. Their hands rest just an inch apart on the booth.

Outside, Jin is closer now, stepping forward to take Yoongi's hand. He dips his head, pauses with a ghost of a smile to Hope, and presses a tentative kiss to Yoongi's lips as she continues to hold him around the waist and nuzzles into his neck.

"Okay?" Jimin asks, turning to look slightly at him before turning his attention back to the scene in front of them. Hope has shifted to stand in front of Yoongi now, pecking him tenderly as she intertwines her hand with Jin's.

Taehyung nods, shifting his hand slightly to the right so that their pinkies are touching, and Jimin can't help but smile at that. "Okay."

Me // 7:35pm: hey what are you doing thursday?

Jimin // 7:41pm: you mean on my birthday? ;-*

Jimin // 7:41pm: what'd you get me

Me // 7:41pm: Messege send failure7:41pm

Jimin // 7:42pm: did you just chicken out and send me a text that said messege send failure 7:41pm

Jimin // 7:43pm: you literally misspelled 'message'

Jimin // 7:44pm: and I'm working all day

Jimin // 7:44pm: shooting a new video in the morning, work in the afternoon, and then a show later that night.

Me // 7:45pm: oh.

Me // 7:46pm: cool.

Jimin // 7:47pm: we're having a banger at the queen afterwards though, after we close

Jimin // 7:48pm: if you wanna come

Me // 7:56pm: guess I could move some things around

Jimin // 7:57pm: you linked me to your google calendar I know you have nothing planned

Me // 7:59pm: I didn't put the thing on the calendar

Jimin // 8:03 pm: you put everything on the calendar

Jimin // 8:03pm: you put your fap sessions on the calendar

Jimin //8:04pm: speaking of which 8:00pm

Jimin // 8:04pm: are you texting while jerking off

Me // 8:05pm: nKope im nutt

Me // 8:05pm: keeep talking

Jimin // 8:06pm: you're so gross and hot

Me // 8:06pm: thkank uyo

"It's a fucking trap, Jin."

Jin eyes Taehyung skeptically. "His birthday... is a trap."

"Absolutely it is. A birthday provides me every opportunity to fuck up the tentative balance that we have struck. Like no matter what I do, too much or too little, it's going to tip things one way or the other. And if my track record is anything to go on, I'm about to catapult us into a steaming pile of shit."

"Just get him something nice from his wishlist."

Taehyung scoffs viciously. "The one that his subscribers use? No fucking thank you."

"You are a subscriber," Jin informs him. "Arguably his most obnoxious. You comment "FIRST SUCKAS" on all his fucking videos even when you are clearly not. Sometimes it's been months, Tae."

"Yes, fine, but I am not just any subscriber. I am also trying to snag the man of my dreams, and unlike all those other losers, against all odds, I actually have a chance."

"Okay fine. Well. Cook him a meal."

"I would prefer that he survive the night, Jin."

"Personalized coupon book?"

"Given the chance I would enthusiastically eat his ass every day of the week. When we are together I will treat him like royalty daily. Coupons are pointless with us. Next."

Jin heaves a heavy sigh. "Why do you ask for my help if you're just going to shoot down every suggestion?"

"Well I didn't know going into this that your suggestions would be horse shit, Jin. You somehow managed to snag not one but TWO hotties, so I figured you must at least have some game." Taehyung realizes the implication of what he's said after just a fraction of a second. "Don't ever tell Yoongi I think he's hot."

"I would never burden him with that knowledge."

Taehyung flops onto the couch. "Hey do you think I could get a decent mariachi band at such short notice? You really have to book months in advance for quality sometimes. Or, OH how much do you think it would cost to rent one of those little planes that skywrites?"

"Tae, just... Stop. Think for a second. What you want to say with this gift?"

Taehyung pouts his lip slightly as he considers. "I want to say... I love you, you're special to me, please let me eat your ass."

"Okaaay, then hear me out. Maybe don't do something wild. Maybe just do something like... thoughtful or sweet. Something chill and personal or just like- hey- flowers. Flowers are nice."

"How is he supposed to know I love him if I don't do everything that it is humanly possible to do?"

"Just... trust me, Tae. Like you said, I snagged two hotties."

Taehyung groans, kicking his feet uselessly up in the air before flopping against the couch. "Ugggh. Fine. Maybe" He pauses. "Unrelated question, how much are diamonds?"

By the time Thursday evening rolls around, Taehyung is functioning within a state of mild panic, because he tried for thoughtful and sweet, he really did, and somehow it ended up being a little much anyway.

"I cannot believe I am letting you put all this shit in my car," Jin sighs in exasperation as Taehyung returns from yet another trip to his apartment. "And what part of chill did you not understand?"

"I was just following your shitty advice!" Taehyung says indignantly. "This was literally your idea!"

"This was not what I meant, and you fucking know it," Jin cringes as Taehyung shoves everything inside to make it fit, making a huge mess in the process.

'Whatever, you know you need to be very specific in your instructions to me," Taehyung deflects, shifting his laptop bag on his shoulder. "Now can we go? I want to have time to set everything up."

"Why didn't you just stick with the first idea?" Jin groans as he flings himself into the driver's seat.

"I'm still doing the website thing," Taehyung tells him, gesturing to the case on his shoulder. "But it's so unsexy. I don't want him to just think of me as his IT guy. He's the hottest, kindest person in the world, Jin. He needs to be swept off his fucking feet."

Jin rolls his eyes as he looks back into his rear-view mirror. "I can't believe you're doing this."

"I'm not doing this," Taehyung decides, forehead glistening with nervous sweat as they sit in the parking lot of the Queen. After an anxious glance to the back of the car, he fumbles with his seatbelt, tumbling out of the car as soon as he pushes the door open. "He said to just let it happen, and this is... not that. This is cancelled."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jin seethes, following him quickly. "I hope you know you're cleaning all of this up!"

A swell of amiable greetings meets them as they step through the door, the atmosphere warm and jovial, the shop draped with streamers and balloons

Namjoon and Jungkook are cuddled up on a big squishy armchair in the back of the room, while Hope is draped over Yoongi on a couch. A quick scan of the room determines that Jimin is behind the bar, like he usually is at The Queen, but instead of coffee, he is clutching a giant bottle of tequila. The smile that he receives when they catch each other's eyes staggers him a little, and Taehyung stumbles forward far too eagerly when Jimin waves him over.

"Hi," Jimin greets him, and he looks damn good. His silver hair is swept off of his face, and he's wearing a striped black and white shirt that is just slightly, deliciously askew.

"Hi," Taehyung replies dumbly. "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks! I'm uh. Already a little schnockered." Sure enough, his cheeks are adorably flushed. "People were buying me drinks at the show and I felt too bad to turn them down."

"Don't worry. I'll catch up. I didn't know what kind of party this would be so I brought wine, but I have Everclear in the car, just in case."

"Always trust your instincts," Jimin says seriously with a cute nod as he pushes a shot glass full of tequila towards Taehyung. "But let's work our way up."

Taehyung watches Jimin grab his own shot glass and down it, wincing just slightly before biting a lime. He follows suit, welcoming the burn of the alcohol. When he sets his shot glass down, Jimin's there, eyes boring into him, holding a lime wedge in front of his lips. Taehyung opens his lips tentatively, and Jimin reaches forward to press it between his teeth. His fingers catch lightly on Taehyung's lips, and Taehyung sees his jaw drop open just a centimeter or so.

"Oh fuck, they're already at it. Boooooo," Jin heckles from a couch in the corner of the shop.

"It's cute," Namjoon says mildly, as Jungkook feeds him a bugle from the tip of his finger.

"It's hot," Hoseok adds, leaning his head on his hands and staring at them intently.

"Cute and hot," Jungkook confirms, loading up his fingertips with more bugles and offering them to Namjoon. "Would watch both the porno and the lifetime special starring Tori Spelling."

"Which one of them's Tori?" Hoseok asks.

"Jimin, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Do they talk about us like we're not here because they think we can't hear them, or do they not care?" Taehyung asks, eyeing them peculiarly.

"We don't care," Yoongi confirms.

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns back to Taehyung. "Ignore them. Let's talk about more important things. Like what you got me!"

"Wow you are absolutely shameless aren't you?" Taehyung asks pulls his laptop out of his case and sets it on the countertop.

"I like presents. Oooh, is it porn?" Jimin asks, squinting at the image on the screen.

"Nope," Taehyung answers as he pulls up the website, angling the screen towards Jimin. "I made you a website. For your merch and your bookings and stuff."

Jimin stares at it in awe, reaching over to the touchpad so that he can scroll properly. "This is mine?"

"Uh yeah. Unless you don't like it. I just... you mentioned maybe wanting a website since all of your stuff was getting a little hard to manage and stuff. But like don't worry, it's not live yet or anything so I can just take it down if you want."

"Tae, it's perfect," Jimin assures him quietly, reaching over to twine their fingers together. "Thank you. Really."

"Yeah?" Taehyung asks with what he know must be a huge, goofy smile.

"Perfect," Jimin repeats, eyes sparkling a little as he browses the screen in front of him. "It's so weird though, Jin had warned me that you were going to do something kind of crazy, but. This is great. It's so professional and cool and-"

He breaks off.

"Tae, the homepage is just my butt."

"It's called marketing, Jimin."

The night gradually surrenders to a gentle kind of debauchery where everyone is cheerful and drunk and playful, and as Taehyung sticks close by the side of an almost constantly giggling Jimin, he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief that he didn't do The Thing.

"Hey, Tae, go grab your Everclear from the car," Jin instructs him, slurring and jangling his keys and lounging back on one of the couches. "This child has thrown down the gauntlet." He points vaguely in Jungkook's direction.

"Ughhhh I just sat down."

"I'll go get it," Jimin says amiably. "I'm already up."

"No no that's fi-" Taehyung tries to tell him, but Jimin is already moving towards Jin.

"Already gone!" Jimin responds with a Cheshire smile, snagging the keys from Jin's hand and making his way to the door.

"It's the white Suburu," Jin shouts behind him. Taehyung just sighs dreamily and watches him go, almost falling off of the stool as he cranes to get a last look.

"Isn't he just the dreamiest little- FUCK," Taehyung startles as he seems to register the fact that Jimin is going to their car, the car he arrived in, the car in which he left much more than just the Everclear.

He stumbles off of his stool and sprints for the door, barreling into it head-first. He hits with a resounding thud as the word "Pull" stares rudely back at him.

"You have to pull," Jungkook says dully from Namjoon's lap.

"No shit," Taehyung growls from the floor, hopping back to his feet and wrenching the door open violently.

It's far too late, of course. Jimin is already standing, open-mouthed, staring into the wide-open hatchback of Jin's car.

"Uh," Taehyung says dumbly. "I. You weren't supposed to. Fuck."

Jimin tears his eyes away from the inside of the car as he seeks out Taehyung's face. "What's this?"

Taehyung sighs and joins him at the back of the car, and wow it really does look like a lot.

Bushels and bunches of flowers of every color and shape line the back of Jin's car, looking like a tiny, condensed fairy meadow, covering the wheel hubs, blanketing the floor, tucked into the spaces between seats, stacked on top of each other and utterly filling the spacious back of the car. And overwhelming floral scent wafts from the car and into the crisp air around him.

"It's... nothing," Taehyung lies, trying to shut the hatchback, but Jimin's hand stops his.

"It looks like... hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth of flowers," Jimin observes. "Very much not nothing."

"This is really embarrassing, please don't make me do this."

"Obviously I have to know now."

"You said..." Taehyung starts uncertainly, subconsciously moving his body to block a bit of the car. "You said that we should just let it happen... That's why I changed my mind and decided not to do it."

"Tae," Jimin laughs with a glittering smile. "It's happening. Right now. This is it happening."

Taehyung's cheeks bake hot in the cold fall air. "Oh."

"Are you okay?" Jimin ask, the concern and insecurity both evident in his expression. "If you're not sure, we can-"

"I'm sure," Taehyung interjects before he can finish the thought. "I'm very fucking sure."

Jimin looks overwhelmingly pleased. "Then tell me."

Taehyung groans. " Okay, I had already been working on that website for you ever since you mentioned it a month or so ago honestly, but I thought you know, maybe your birthday would be a good opportunity to make things happen with us and a website didn't seem sexy or romantic enough to me, so I asked Jin, and he said hey do something normal like flowers, so I went to the flower shop and bought those-" he points to some white lilies on the wheel hub "-but then Jin told me that those meant death and I was like FUCK because since when do flowers mean things? So obviously I had to go back and buy more, like I wasn't gonna give you fucking death flowers, and then I got really concerned with the whole meaning thing, like wanting to send the right message. So I ... shit, I got really swept up and I bought one of everything."

Jimin peeks past him and into the car again, biting his lip in an effort not to laugh. "Is that a Ficus?"

"The shop lady was very persuasive."

Jimin laughs delightedly at the thought. "You know I'd be yours with a tacky pink carnation, right?"

"But if flowers send messages I wanted to send the right one, and..." Taehyung hesitates, his face burning as his heart hammers away at a rapid pace. "Like okay, see that one there is friendship. Which, we're still friends no matter what, right? And that one is excitement and anticipation. The chrysanthemum back there is fidelity and loyal love, and the one beside it's for new beginnings. That one's admiration, gratitude, remorse, that one's passionate love, that one's for pleasure and bliss, and this one's for a pure and stable love. I just... I feel everything with you. All of it. And I've fucked this up so bad already that I got really hung up on wanting to send the right message, but Jin was probably right and now I'm coming off as a fucking creep and-"

"Tae?" Jimin asks, and he looks seconds away from laughing, his eyes fond sparkling crescents. He gently grabs Taehyung's hand and takes a small step closer.

"Yeah?"

Taehyung knows he's stopped breathing, is very conscious of his rapid heartbeat whooshing in his ears, because Jimin's face has gone a little serious, and he's much closer than he was a moment ago.

"Message received." He tangles a small hand in Taehyung's coat and moves so that their chests are flush and he's craning his head up, lips slightly parted and eyes searching.

And with that assurance, it's Taehyung who dips his head to close the last few inches of space between them, who tenderly threads his fingers through Jimin's soft hair and leans in to press their lips gently together. Jimin's lips are cooler than he expected, courtesy of the October chill, but they're unbelievably soft, slightly slick with what tastes like vanilla lip balm. It's chaste and careful and so singularly sweet that Taehyung can't help but snake his other arm around Jimin's waist, just needing to have him closer.

Jimin pulls back slightly then and exhales against Taehyung's lips as he rests their foreheads together, his breath condensing into tiny effervescent clouds in the night air. Taehyung keeps that distance, the stillness, trying to imprint in his mind exactly how he feels, exactly how it happened. And they stay like that, just breathing for a few moments, Jimin's hands now curled into Taehyung's shirt, Taehyung's hand still gently grasping his hair.

When Jimin leans back in and capture's Taehyung's lips again, everything is a little warmer. Their lips part instinctively, sliding together, slick now, the insides of their mouths hot, as Taehyung feels the warmth of Jimin's body heat seep through their clothes and into his skin. It's much less careful, and as Taehyung feels the tip of Jimin's tongue swipe at the seam of his lips, he can't help but groan into his mouth, months of want finally giving way. Jimin gives a satisfied little grunt in response, tilting his head so that he can deepen the kiss, his tongue dragging along Taehyung's, so hot compared to the air around them. He can hear Jimin breathing heavily through his nose, can sense the growing sense of desperation, but it's only when Taehyung's back hits the side of the car that he realizes just how close Jimin is, their legs slotted together, hands tangled in clothes and in hair. He groans again then, because Jimin's hands have slipped underneath his shirt, cool fingertips ghosting across the sensitive skin above his hip bones. He suppresses a shiver, suddenly somehow hot, his hips canting forward, desperate for pressure, friction. Jimin's fingertips slip just slightly below his waistband, and Taehyung's mind reels.

"Okay," Taehyung pants against Jimin's still eager mouth. "We should like... stop."

Jimin whines, fingers dipping lower, mouth pressing kisses down Taehyung's jaw before latching onto a tender spot on his neck just below. "Don't wanna."

Taehyung gulps and subconsciously leans his head to allow Jimin better access. "But they're like... inside waiting for us. And I'm like 75% hard."

"We're winners so why don't we shoot for 100," Jimin growls against his neck, removing his fingers from beneath Taehyung's waistband only to find his zipper.

"Oh jesus hell," Taehung laments, head tilting back and knocking on the roof of the car. "Jimin in just about any other situation, I would do nothing to discourage you from touching my dick-"

"Mmm," Jimin hums into his skin, rolling his hips forward as he yanks down Taehyung's zipper.

"-but it's like 40 degrees out here and also Jungkook is watching us."

Jimin wheels his head around to look behind him, and sure enough, there is Jungkook, face pressed to the glass of the window, hands cupped conspicuously around his eyes to keep out the inside light.

"That's kinda hot," Jimin mumbles, leaning back in for another kiss and reaching inside Taehyung's pants. Taehyung swallows his moan as Jimin's fingers brush over the fabric covering his cock.

"Okay," Taehyung allows, the sound muffled by Jimin's lips. "Sure, that's definitely something to explore, but not when I am at risk of getting frostbite on my dick."

"Don't be dramatic. I'll keep it warm," Jimin whines against his lips as he wiggles his entire hand into Taehyung's jeans and cups him fully. "Fuck you're packing," he curses, rolling his hips and dragging his own half-hard cock against Taehyung's thigh. "Cannot wait to get my mouth on that."

Taehyung groans throatily, deep and rumbling, and he is almost swayed until he hears-

"Would you two stop humping each other's legs like horny Chihuahuas and bring me the goddamn liquor?" Jin shouts from the cracked door of the entrance.

Jimin crinkles his nose, taking half a step back from Taehyung. "This is abruptly less hot."

"Yes it is," Taehyung agrees, glancing over to where Jin has thrown his arms up in exasperation and retreated back into the building.

"You wanna go back in?"

Taehyung takes a deep, steadying breath through his nose. "Give me a sec to try and get the blood back into my brain," he says, gesturing at his obvious erection.

Jimin leans into the back of the car and grabs the bottle of Everclear, nestled among the flowers.

"Can I... take..." he starts, gesturing at the flowers.

"Oh! Yeah. Of course. I mean, I bought them for you."

"What were you gonna do with them?" Jimin asks as he fishes through the various bouquets.

"I was gonna set up the roof space with candles and champagne and all of the flowers and like, confess to you under the stars or something. But somehow this seems more us."

"Somehow it does." Jimin smiles and reaches for the white lilies.

"Um. I think those are the death flowers."

"Seems appropriate. Celebrating the illustrious life and inevitable passing of Not Gay Tae," Jimin says fondly. "I guess it's official."

"Oh yeah," Taehyung realizes with a grin. "That was my first dude kiss."

"What was it like?"

"I mean, girls have lips... so I guess mostly it was like... kissing a human person."

"Hmph," Jimin pouts, and it's obvious he was expecting a different answer.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "It was weird hot, if that's what you're fishing for. It just... wasn't mechanically much different than kissing a girl."

Jimin sighs. "I'll take it."

"Fuck, I'm still horny," Taehyung laments, glancing down at his crotch again. "Let's go, before Jin shits himself."

Jimin nods and slams the car door shut, pausing when he sees Taehyung's hand extended towards him. He smiles shyly before grasping it, folding their fingers together, and Taehyung was right the very first time they met, his hand does swamp Jimin's. It feels perfect.

"Hey," Jimin says, stopping in his tracks and tugging Taehyung back to him so that their bodies press close together, reinforcing the mutual warmth amid the cold air. "One more."

He snakes his hand into the tangled locks of Taehyung's hair and drags his head down to meet his lips. Warm skin meets warm skin as Jimin tilts his head to slot their lips together, the slide slow and sexy as Jimin's mouth parts against his. Taehyung eagerly kisses him back, fingers climbing up to gingerly cup Jimin's soft cheek, stepping almost impossibly closer so that he can feel the heat of Jimin's body against his own.

Jimin pulls back reluctantly after only a few moments, but his eyes remain closed as he licks unconsciously at his lips. "Okay."

"Okay," Taehyung agrees, but he doesn't remove his hands, one on Jimin's cheek and one on Jimin's waist. And when Jimin makes to move, Taehyung holds firm, stopping him with a gentle, "Wait." Jimin looks at him quizzically, but Taehyung just leans in to press one more smoldering, tender kiss to his lips. He pulls back with a light smacking sound and a contented sigh. "Okay, good."

When they re-enter The Queen, it's to a series of hearty cheers and good-natured booing, and when Jimin goes to shyly drop his hand, Taehyung just holds on even tighter.

"You, sit," Jin says dully, shoving Taehyung down onto a couch in the corner of The Queen. Taehyung watches as he does the same to Jimin, "You, sit." He tosses a stack of papers down on the table and crosses his arms. "Now. Due to the fact that you two cannot keep your tongues to yourself long enough to have a fucking conversation, you will be doing this in a public place where your tongues cannot physically reach each other."

"Hey, don't underestimate him," Taehyung says with an appreciative look at Jimin, leaning back and crossing his arms with a smug smile. "Have you seen his tongue?"

Jin abruptly pulls something out of his bag, and Taehyung feels an icy wet blast on his face, tasting vodka. "Bad."

"Stop- Fucking-" Taehyung splutters, then his face relaxes. "Actually, you know what? Hit me with another spritz. I could use a drink for this conversation." He opens his mouth expectantly, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Jin sighs and raises the bottle like he's going to comply, then aims one careful shot directly at his forehead. "FFu-"

"That goes against the whole damn point. Look, Tae," Jin starts, tucking the bottle back into his bag. "You need to talk this out before you do anything. And if I catch you guys with your hands down each other's pants in the walk-in cooler, or in the back of my car, or in my motherfucking bathroom ONE more time, I don't know what I'm going to do."

It had been an uncharacteristically busy few days, both at the Queen and at Taehyung's work, meaning all that they'd managed in the time since Jimin's birthday were a few hasty, semi-public make-outs, much to everyone's dismay including their own.

"Sorry," Taehyung says ashamedly.

Jin sighs, his expression softening. "Look I know you think this is dumb, but as a gay kid who had a less than ideal first same-sex sexual experience, it's really important to me that you talk this out, okay?"

Taehyung's indignant reply dies on his tongue. "Yeah, okay."

Jin gives his hair an affectionate ruffle, perhaps a touch rougher than necessary, "So now, your test results are on the table, and there are a couple of suggested outlines for the conversation, as well as some checklists."

"Checklists?" Taehyung asks trying to get a peek at the papers on the table.

"So you can like, check off things that you are and aren't comfortable with. They're just... potential resources. If conversation stalls. I'll be over there if you need anything." Jin pauses. "Also we'll be doing a hand check every 5 minutes to make sure there's no funny business happening. 'Kay guys have fun," he says, backing away, then with a serious expression he adds, "Not too much fun!"

"Soooooo," Taehyung starts awkwardly, reaching into his backpack and grabbing a stack of his own papers that he brought from home, blank papers, and tossing them on the table for effect. "I would like to start the negotiation... with a request."

"Would you?" Jimin asks, raising his eyebrows and reaching forward to pick up the cup of coffee that had been set out for him. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that you're wearing that goddamn sex leash to our kink negotiations?"

Taehyung chuckles in mild, pleased embarrassment, adjusting the leather around his neck as he clears his throat. "Hah. Uh. No. I was going to ask if we could please make Jin sign off on these kink checklists, just to ensure that he is uncomfortably familiar with our sexual preferences and possibly forced to think about us in these situations whenever he looks at our faces?"

"Definitely," Jimin confirms, hunching over to scribble something on the checklist in front of him. "He also seems really disturbed by furries, so I'm putting that down, too."

"God I like you so much."

"Okay, so what's first? STI results?"

"You can open mine," Taehyung tells him easily, leaning back. "I know for 100% certain that there's nothing exciting."

"I thought you hadn't been tested since 2015," Jimin says suspiciously, sliding the envelope towards himself on the table.

"I have also not been laid since 2015."

Jimin's face contorts in disbelief. "You are way too hot to have not been laid for two years."

"Yeah, well, when hot people do not leave their dark little caves except to get food, they don't have all that many opportunities. Although one time I did have a pretty hot and heavy flirtation going on with this Russian hacker, like you have NEVER seen shit that dirty in binary code. Sometimes I still get a little hot under the collar whenever I see 01101100 01101001 01100011 01101011-"

"Tae. Focus."

"Sorry."

Jimin tears cleanly into both of the envelopes, one after the other, briefly scanning the contents. "Wow, look at that, both clean as a whistle."

"And that was really the only important thing so what do you say we just check some random boxes and get the fuck out of here?" Taehyung asks suggestively, batting his eyelashes as he leans his body forward over the arm of the couch towards Jimin.

"Look, I'm as raring to go as you are, I mean, all these months of unresolved tension have had me in a near-chronically erect state. But Jin's right. We do need to talk some shit out."

Taehyung feigns a look of ignorance, tilting his head. "Such as?"

"Such as, six months ago, you seemed terrified of gay sex."

"Okay, in my defense, I was raised as a straight boy, and that was a very straight boy reaction. It's hard to just like... discard every hetero notion with which you've been indoctrinated, all at once."

"Sure," Jimin allows, "And that's totally fine. But like, definitely still something to check in on."

"Well, Point A: I have watched a LOT of gay porn since then, which has made me both desensitized and also a new kind of terrified, and Point B: I have recently been dabbling."

"In?" Jimin prompts.

"Solo assplay."

Jimin's coffee comes dribbling out of his mouth as he stares blankly at Taehyung, and it is a long few seconds before he realizes and hastily wipes it away. "Oh."

"Yeah, it's not as bad as I thought it would be but it's also not like... earth-shattering. But at some point, I was like, wow, suck it up you bastard, you wanted to do this to a girl, but you're not willing to do it yourself?"

"Okay," Jimin raises his eyebrows and looks back down at his sheet. "Great. Awesome. That's... Great. Hey let's...hurry." His eyes are a little wild as he gestures to the form, hunches over, and starts scribbling wildly.

The form itself is pretty extensive. And Taehyung's not sure if it's just because he's imagining all of this stuff in the context of Jimin, with whom everything seems sexy, but there are a hell of a lot more boxes checked than unchecked when he reaches the bottom of the page.

"What are you guys doing?" Hope asks abruptly from over Taehyung's shoulder, her hair actually tickling Taehyung's neck as she snatches the piece of paper from his hands, completely ignoring his squeak of indignation. "Ohh kinks! Jin made me do one of these. Let me see yours, Jimin," she insists, and Jimin just shrugs before handing it over. She takes a careful look at the two pages for a grand total of ten seconds before he quietly hands them back to their respective owners. "You two are suitably gross for each other."

"Wow if someone had informed me that there would be kink shaming at this very open, healthy, and honest sex talk, I would have just done it in the presence of my 9th grade bully, who told the entire school that I obviously enjoyed balloons in a sexual way. And you KNOW how emphatic I am about my platonic love for balloons," Taehyung tells them both, folding his hands in his lap.

"Some kinks deserve to be shamed," Hope says with an unapologetically judgmental look, floating off to the bar without any additional words of parting.

"Wow I hope they have very boring and vanilla three-way sex," Taehyung huffs at his back, glaring where Hope, Jin, and Yoongi are huddled near one of the registers.

"If anyone could make that a reality, they could," Jimin agrees.

"Here," Taehyung says easily, sliding his paper across the table to Jimin. "All done."

Jimin snags it from the table and pours over it moment, his own paper still clutched in his hand, and then he raises his eyebrows at Taehyung.

"I will admit," Jimin says, pouting his bottom lip in approval. "We are both a little gross."

"Hey, no fair. Give me yours," Taehyung insists, reaching out a grabby hand.

Jimin's eyes twinkle impishly. "I don't know... It's says on here that you like brats so-"

"Jimin..." Taehyung warns, voice dangerous and low.

"Why don't you come and get it."

"You are going to get me in trouble with Jin, so just give it to me," Taehyung grunts, getting to his feet and diving towards Jimin, fishing for the paper which Jimin is now hiding behind his back. Jimin giggles gleefully as they struggle.

"Make me."

"Jimin, give it-"

"HAND CHECK," Jin's voice booms across the shop. Taehyung freezes, jumping backwards and raising his arms in surrender. Jimin actually cackles, clapping his hands in delight and making his rings clink together.

"Wow, Park Jimin, you are really asking for it," Taehyung says warningly, making his face go deadly serious.

"Maybe I am. I'm good at asking for it," Jimin taunts impishly, his own paper still out of reach. He bites his bottom lip purposefully and looks up at Taehyung with bedroom eyes. "I'm even better at giving it."

Taehyung goes still for a few moments, staring with his mouth agape before swallows hard and plops down onto the couch behind him, still looking at Jimin. "Ah."

"Do you have a preference?" Jimin continues when Taehyung doesn't respond. Taehyung just stares blankly until Jimin quirks a meaningful eyebrow, and then his face floods with heat abruptly.

"Uh, no. Not yet, at least." Taehyung's entire body is on fire, but he determinedly shifts his gaze to meet Jimin's eyes. "I want to try everything with you at some point."

"Yeah?" Jimin asks with a smug smile, leaning forward now.

"Yeah," Taehyung continues as his heart beats hard in his throat. He is already embarrassed before he's even said another word. "But I guess..." he trails off, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"What?" Jimin urges him, attention rapt.

"But I've only been with girls so I've always done the... fucking. And I like it, I mean I really, really want to fuck you. But..."

"But?" Jimin urges again, and his expression is dark and serious now.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and looks him right in the eye. "But right now, I am grossly aroused by the idea of you pounding my ass into a fucking mattress."

Jimin's eyebrow quirks in interest over black intense eyes. "Yeah?"

"Grossly aroused," Taehyung confirms, suppressing a wave of arousal at the very thought.

"Well, that can definitely be arr-"

"Hey guys!" Jungkook says seemingly out of no where, making them both startle violently. He collapses onto the couch on the opposite side of the table from Taehyung. "Whew, long day. I'm glad we're closing earl-" He freezes, looking back and forth between them. "Whoa what's up. What's with this atmosphere. What's weird," he says, his face suddenly serious.

"I mean you just walked in on the middle of their kink negotiation, but no big deal," Hope says, taking a seat on the couch next to him. "Where's your mom?"

"Please stop referring to me as his mom," Namjoon says, plopping down on the other side of Jungkook. "We are romantically involved."

"Maybe if you stopped dressing like his mom, I wouldn't call you his mom," Hope shoots back, flipping her hair out of her face. "Shoulder pads have been illegal since 1994."

"Shoulder pads are coming back, thank you, because everyone deserves to rock a power shoulder," Namjoon huffs, flinging a long arm around Jungkook.

"For the record, I am against shoulder pads for that very reason," Jin says huffily, appearing behind Jimin, who immediately jumps up to offer him the single chair. With a significant look, he urges Taehyung to scoot over and takes seat right next to him. Jin collapses willingly into the chair. "They lessen the impact of my naturally superior shoulders."

"Yeah, god forbid anyone else dare to approach your level of natural hotness," Yoongi scoffs incredulously, moving to stand between him in the chair and Hope on the couch.

"I uh... I'll be right back," Taehyung tells them, scooting off towards the bathroom, ignoring the look that Jimin shoots him as he scuttles away. He bursts through the door to the bathroom, thoroughly startling a man at the urinal as he blows past and locks himself in a stall.

He emerges again 15 minutes later, casually strolling back to his friend group and acting as casually as it is possible for him to look in his current state. Jimin's eyes find him first. He tilts his head with a dark, amused expression, and something thick and sweet curls in Taehyung's gut.

Namjoon and Jin still seem to be somehow engaged in a spirited debate about shoulder pads, so no one pays Taehyung much mind as he shuffles over to Jimin, arms crossed in front of his lap.

Jimin reaches out and tugs Taehyung down so that he falls lightly on the couch between his legs. Yoongi is the only one who seems to notice, and he just gives them a look before rolling his eyes and turning his body pointedly away.

"Are you good?" Jimin asks softly from behind him so that the others can't hear.

Taehyung nods, flushed and bothered, settling back into Jimin's chest. Yoongi shoots them an annoyed look as they cuddle into the corner of the couch. "Good."

"So," Jimin murmurs into his ear as the others prattle on, and his arms tighten around Taehyung's waist. "What was that about wanting me to fuck your ass into a mattress?"

Jimin pulls him back then, so that the base of his spine meets Jimin's semi-hard dick, and Taehyung doesn't dare to breathe, even as he hears Jimin's soft breaths so close to his ear. He just holds stiff as Jimin's fingers find the inch or so of skin exposed where his shirt has ridden up just slightly.

So when he finally does exhale, maybe it's more of a whine than an exhale. Jimin's nails dig harshly into the skin near his hip, but luckily the others don't seem to notice. Taehyung presses his weight lightly forward against the sharp nails, holding back another whine as he does so.

"Shit, Tae," Jimin breathes so that only he can hear. "Are you gonna get hard right here in front of everyone?"

Taehyung debates that, glancing nervously at his friends' faces before settling back into Jimin's arms. "Maybe."

Jimin's exhaling laugh brushes softly against his ear, and his arms tighten around his waist, pulling him back to meet his crotch. "Be careful, baby," Jimin warns hotly against his skin. "Big cock like that, somebody's going to notice."

Taehyung just hums in vague agreement, pushing back slightly against Jimin's own firm bulge.

"You know," Jimin continues, whispering in his ear. "There's nothing I love better than a hung bottom. There's something unbearably hot about a giant cock slapping against their belly as they get fucked."

Hope's shrieking laugh at one of Jin's dumb dad jokes is perfectly timed to cover Taehyung's ensuing groan.

"You want that?" Jimin asks so quietly, and his voice is a strange mix of Minnie's southern charm and something definitively darker.

Taehyung nods recklessly against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed and rolling back a little as Jimin's grip tightens on his skin. Then, the warmth of one of his hands disappears, and two fingers slide between the collar and the back of his neck and tug his head backwards so that it's resting on his shoulder. "Do you know what it does to me whenever you wear this fucking thing?"

There is a delicious tightening of the leather around Taehyung's neck, and his voice is strained as he whispers, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

Jimin's eyes burn dark as they take in Taehyung's words and expression, his slightly parted lips. His gaze flits away to the rest of the group, who are for the most part absorbed in conversation.

"You're really loving this, aren't you?" Jimin asks then, sounding almost too pleased with himself. Taehyung opens his mouth to respond, but Jimin tugs a little tighter on the collar, making speech difficult. "You don't have to answer that, I know you are. I did just read your kink list. Nasty, nasty, nasty."

Taehyung wiggles in place squeezing his legs together as his jeans cut uncomfortably into his erection, and Jimin's fingers slide out from underneath the leather around his neck to allow the movement.

Taehyung's head clears enough for him to formulate a few words. "Pot and kettle and something or other," Taehyung mumbles vaguely as Jimin drags his teeth subtly against the shell of his ear, clicking slightly against the piercings there.

Jimin's fingers tighten underneath the collar again, the pressure building slightly in Taehyung's head. "We could make some progress on that list right here, couldn't we?"

Taehyung nods subtly against his shoulder, and the hand that had been clutching at the skin underneath his shirt slowly moves down and down so that it's clutching his thigh, inches from his straining hard cock. Jimin's grip on the collar tightens even further, and Taehyung's mouth drops open slightly in a silent moan.

"Tap me twice if it's too much, yeah?" Jimin tells him, gradually releasing the collar, the incredible pressure leaving him once more, and Taehyung nods. He subtly presses his hips forward then, against Taehyung's ass. "Fuck, you're so hot. Look at you," Jimin continues, peeking down over Taehyung's shoulder. "I'm surprised no one can tell yet. Look how fucking hard you are." Jimin's thumb wanders then, brushing ever so slightly against his erection. Taehyung bites down on his lip so hard that he tastes blood, squirming again, towards the touch. "You want me to get you off right here, baby? In front all of our friends?"

Taehyung lets out a soft huffing laugh. "Kind of."

"Look who's already enjoying your show," Jimin whispers wickedly, nodding subtly across the table.

Jungkook's eyes are wider than usual as he stares at them, cheeks pink and breathing hard. Namjoon is talking animatedly beside him, hand on his shoulder as Jin laughs goofily at something he's said. Taehyung meets Jungkook's eyes, smirking for a moment before Jimin tugs hard on the collar, momentarily impeding the flow of blood and air and wiping the smugness from his face.

"You think he can see how big your pretty cock is all the way from there?"

Taehyung throbs hard in his pants and subtly tries to rotate his hips towards Jimin's hand again.

"I bet he'd love to see you come in your pants in front of everybody while I choke you like this. Don't you think?" Jimin asks, pulling harder on the collar than he previously has, and Taehyung almost comes right there, with nothing but the friction of his pants, the leather on his neck, and Jimin's voice in his ear. "But I'm not gonna let you do that."

Taehyung finds Jungkook's eyes again and watches as he shifts a throw pillow over his lap. He swallows back a moan as Jimin spreads his hand again, his thumb stroking feather-light along the side of his hard cock again. "Please," he begs in a whisper, breaking eye contact with Jungkook to turn his head to the side, press his cheek to Jimin's shoulder.

"You want me to?" Jimin asks smugly, teasing his grip on Taehyung's thigh even closer to his crotch.

Taehyung just nods emphatically, and Jimin's chuckle is abruptly light, a complete tone shift from the last 5 minutes.

"Let's go home, Tae," Jimin says, patting his thigh with a finality with which Taehyung knows better than to argue.

"Fuckin' tease," Taehyung pouts under his breath, shifting so that he's less obviously seated in Jimin's lap.

He takes a look at the pillow that Jungkook is still clutching atop his lap and decides that he should probably follow suit, sulkily grabbing one from the couch and hugging it tight.

"What? I want you all to myself the first time. We have all the time in the world to tease poor Kook. We can leave as soon as that massive boner has died down," Jimin leans forward to whisper, withdrawing his legs so that he can sit normally on the couch.

"Are you okay, Jungkook?" Jin asks concernedly then. "You look flushed. Are you getting sick?"

"Nope. A-okay," Jungkook confirm blankly, readjusting the pillow on his lap. Jin just shrugs and continues his conversation with Yoongi, but Namjoon gives him a strange look, then leans over to whisper something in his ear.

Taehyung didn't know if it was possible for Jungkook's face to turn even redder, but it certainly does just that at whatever Namjoon says to him. Jungkook nods slightly, whispers back in his ear, and Taehyung swears he sees him gesture just barely with his head in their direction.

Namjoon laughs a little at that, dragging his arm around Jungkook and continuing to whisper in his ear, Jungkook looking more and more flustered by the moment. Jungkook's eyes almost bug out of his head, then he's nodding eagerly as Namjoon squeezes his shoulder and chuckles to himself again.

"What is going on?" Yoongi asks suddenly, eyes darting back and forth suspiciously between the two couples on the couches. "What is happening right now?"

Taehyung and Jungkook cling a little bit tighter to their pillows, but Jimin just crosses his legs and casually asks, "What do you mean?"

"Something weird is happening. I can tell," Yoongi says warily, eyeing them hard.

"Well, yeah," Jimin scoffs dismissively. "Your boyfriend just made us have the sex talk and fill out our kink preferences in public not 15 minutes ago. I would say that is pretty fucking weird."

Yoongi eyes him for a few seconds more before turning his attention to Jin. "Yeah, that was pretty weird, Jin."

Jin looks outraged. "I just wanted them to talk! And I knew they weren't going to if left to their own devices."

"Well, we're done now, so can we please go?" Jimin asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Did you talk about everything you needed to talk about?" Jin ask skeptically.

"See for yourself," Jimin says, nudging the papers towards him on the table.

"Oh that's really not necessary," Jin tries to refuse, pushing the papers back.

"I insist," Jimin says smugly, pushing them right back. "I want you to know we did it right."

Jin sighs, picking up the papers and taking a brief look, ears going a little red as he clears his throat. "Jesus," he mumbles under his breath, then his eyebrows shoot up when he comes across one specific item, "I fucking knew it!"

"Hmm?" Jimin asks pointedly, eyebrow arched, and Taehyung's pretty sure he knows what he's reading.

"Nothing," Jin insists quickly, clearing his throat again as he sets the papers back down on the table. "Yep, everything looks to be in order. Please get out of my sight."

"Gladly," Jimin says, grabbing Taehyung's hand and pulling him off of the couch. Taehyung's still half-hard but he angles his body so that hopefully nobody sees. Jimin pauses only to give Jungkook a sly wink as he tugs Taehyung out the front of the store.

They both collapse into disbelieving giggles as the spill out onto the street.

"Holy shit, I cannot believe we just did that," Taehyung marvels as Jimin tugs him down for a quick kiss.

"Yeah, yeah, amazing," Jimin agrees distractedly, openly groping his ass. "Now chop chop, let's go."

"Your place or mine?"

"Tae, no offense, but I don't want our first time to be on a bed of Cheeto bags and Fourloko cans."

"So maybe your place, then."

"Maybe my place."

The atmosphere is tense, heavy, and hushed in Jimin's apartment when the door clicks shut behind them, a striking contrast to their sexy, playful banter back at the Queen.

A solid silence steeps the air as Taehyung lingers in the entryway to Jimin's apartment, and he realizes that he's uncertain, uncertain in a way that he hasn't been at any point in the night. Jimin sets his keys down on the living room table and turns around to look at him, leaning on the back of the couch.

"Come here," Jimin says then, reaching out his hand, and Taehyung finds Jimin's eyes, small reflective glints of light in the otherwise dim grayness of Jimin's mostly unlit apartment. He stumbles forward slightly in his haste to move, reaching out tentatively to take Jimin's hand, taking his place between Jimin's spread legs, feeling uncharacteristically shy. Jimin laces their fingers together, tugging Taehyung closer so that their faces are just a few inches apart. "You good?"

"Good," Taehyung confirms for the second time that night, and he means it, even if his hand trembles in Jimin's and his heart is pounding wildly in his chest. "Very good."

"Tae," Jimin breathes against his lips, freeing one of his hands so that he can tenderly cup one of Taehyung's cheeks, tilting his head so that they can he can press his lips, feather light and silky soft, against Taehyung's. He pulls back after just a brief peck, eyes fluttering open so that he can take in Taehyung's face. His thumb strokes affectionately at the skin of his cheek. "Fuck, I'm..."

He trails off, sighing as his small, warm hand cups Taehyung's cheek.

"What?" Taehyung asks breathlessly when he doesn't continue, eyes darting to his lips, then back up to his eyes when he feels Jimin looking intently at him.

Jimin hesitates, searching his gaze for something. "I'm just really in love with you."

Taehyung's chest fills with a tingling, pleasant warmth, his breath hitching as an unbridled smile blooms on his face. He swallows down the tightness in his throat. "Really?"

"Yeah," Jimin confirms, dragging his hand back so that it can tangle through Taehyung's hair now.

Taehyung swears his heart is beating in his throat, his stomach, his head, all over his body as he takes a miniscule, almost impossible step closer and says, "Me too."

"Yeah?" Jimin asks, his pretty, rectangular eyebrows tilting up in the middle as his lips quirk to one side.

Taehyung just nods as he inhales a deep, shaky breath, resting his forehead against Jimin's and shutting his eyes. "It's just..." A pause. "It's us. You know? It's different."

"Yeah, I know."

Jimin exhales contentedly, his grip on Taehyung's hair tightening as they stand there for a few moments, just breathing. The air between them, surrounding them, seems to tingle with a comfortable warmth, an anticipation, and Taehyung feels utterly immersed in it, his body responsive to every hint of a touch.

Jimin tilts his face up as he drags Taehyung's head down, and their lips meet somewhere in the middle. They meld together like they were meant to.

The slide of their mouths is hot and wet and perfect as their lips part, as the kiss deepens, hotter, wetter. Jimin draws him forward now so that their bodies are entirely flush, and the hardness of Jimin's frame against his is as foreign as it is intoxicating. Hard muscles and hard lines press hard against him as Jimin's hands meander down to grope at his ass, to cant his hips even further forward. Taehyung groans, a deep resonating sound, as fingers dig harshly into his flesh. Jimin exhales raggedly at the sound, pulling back for just a moment to regard Taehyung with a heated gaze.

And then he's kissing him again, kissing him fiercely and pushing Taehyung back and back so that he stumbles and slams into the wall behind him. The air whooshes out of Taehyung's lungs at the impact, cock twitching at the abrupt roughness.

"Fuck, Tae," Jimin breathes between kisses, his voice growling and deadly and rough. His hands grope at the hem of Taehyung's shirt, pulling back only long enough to tug it over his head. The shirt crumples in a pile on the floor as Jimin heatedly reaches back up to grab the back of Taehyung's head to drag him back down for a rough kiss. His other hand wanders down the tan skin of Taehyung's chest, fingers splayed like he wants to touch as much skin as possible. Taehyung groans and shudders as Jimin's fingers ghost over the sensitive skin right above his hip.

Taehyung reaches out, wanting to touch too, fingers scrambling underneath the fabric of Jimin's shirt. He sighs happily into Jimin's mouth when his fingers find hot skin, and it's not long until Jimin's shirt is a rumpled pile on the floor beside his own.

"Come here," Jimin growls against his mouth as he hoists Taehyung up from underneath his thighs with surprising strength, lifting his legs off the ground and pressing his back even harder into the wall, feet dangling. Taehyung's grunt of surprise is followed shortly by a groan as their hard cocks grind against each other, impeded only by fabric. He wraps his legs around Jimin's waist to pull him even closer, leaning his body back against the wall and watching Jimin's face as Taehyung rolls hips up against him. Jimin hisses hard at the contact, fingers digging into Taehyung's thighs and meeting him with a challenging gaze. Something about the eye contact is thrilling, prompting Taehyung to give another small, needy drag of his clothed cock against Jimin's.

"How do you wanna do this?" Jimin asks an octave lower than he normally would, chest rising and falling rapidly, hand running reverently over the leash which hangs against Taehyung's bare chest.

Taehyung tries to catch his own breath, closing his mouth and opening it again, then closing it again. "How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

"What?" Jimin asks, slightly derailed by the change in subject as his hands impatiently slide up to grope at Taehyung's ass.

"I said," Taehyung repeats, sex drive alone fueling his newfound audacity, "How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

Jimin laughs darkly. "Since I met you, you ass, since the very first goddamn night." He leans forward to drag his nose up Taehyung's neck, breathing in his scent as he adds, "It's been hell."

"Then fuck me like that," Taehyung tells him, grasping at his forearms now, just to touch him. He drags his hand down the smooth skin of Jimin's torso, down the surprising layers of muscle, down to the bulge in his pants, to the obvious outline of his cock in his tight jeans. He runs his hand down the impressive length. "Like you need it."

Jimin stares at him incredulously, eyes lovely and asymmetrical, and Taehyung is worried for only just the briefest moment before Jimin hauls him roughly into his arms, wrenching him away from the wall. Taehyung collapses weakly against him as Jimin maneuvers them down the hall, through the door of his room, and tosses Taehyung onto the bed like he's a rag doll.

As soon as his back hits the mattress, Jimin grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, breath puffing hot against Taehyung's face as he does.

"Come on," Taehyung urges him through gritted teeth, struggling impatiently against his grip. "Green for go, red for stop, I know the drill."

"Everything you said on that sheet?" Jimin asks then, looking conflicted as he tugs again at the long leather strap attached to Taehyung's collar. "You're good for it?"

"Yeah," Taehyung breathes, shuddering and pushing hard against Jimin's grip on his wrists to see if it gives. It doesn't. "Good."

Jimin releases Taehyung's wrists and trails the one hand gently down his cheek over his neck. It comes to rest on the leash. "Leave this on. Take everything else off."

Taehyung nods eagerly, reaching down to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his boxer-briefs as well as he wiggles out of the clinging fabric. He tosses them off to the side, laying back and looking back up at Jimin, who is kneeling on the bed beside him and gazing down at him with rapt, smoldering eyes.

Taehyung relishes the feeling of Jimin's gaze on his skin, can't help but arch his back prettily off the bed in the way he knows he'll look best, splayed out, the beads of sweat on his golden-skin catching the light, naked and shameless. He runs a hand lightly over his own throbbing cock, partially for effect and partially because his desperation is teetering on the edge of unbearable.

"Please take your pants off," Taehyung whines, palming himself a little more substantively, hips fucking up against his own hand.

Jimin chuckles darkly, getting to his feet as his hands work quickly at his belt, and Taehyung's mouth actually waters when he finally steps out of his jeans. His hard cock bobs gently against his stomach, leaving a shiny mark of precum where it touched. It's thick and long and flushed dark against his skin.

Taehyung realizes he's staring, but Jimin doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he looks a little proud.

"So the good news is, I definitely like dick," Taehyung confirms steadily, not blinking.

"Is there bad news?" Jimin asks smugly, kneeling back on the bed and slinging one leg on the other side of Taehyung's hips, just hovering.

"Yeah, the bad news is I didn't realize I liked dick sooner," Taehyung marvels, licking his lips as Jimin's heavy cock bobs in front of his face. "Can I..." he motions vaguely in front of him.

"Yeah," Jimin rasps, watching intently as Taehyung pushes himself onto his elbows and reaches a tentative hand out to touch.

Jimin's cock is hot and firm in his hand, and Taehyung's own cock twitches impatiently as he swipes his thumb over the tip, swirling and spreading the thick precum all over the head. Jimin's exhale is definitely is more of a groan as his hand comes to rest on Taehyung's hair, fingers threading through the strands.

It's more of a gentle suggestion than anything, not even a tug, the hand in his hair. But Taehyung gets the hint, pausing only for a moment before he pushes himself into a more upright position so that his mouth is mere inches from Jimin's leaking cock.

Taehyung breathes a deep, steadying breath, pushing himself into a seated position in front of a kneeling Jimin, and before he can talk himself out of it, he's leaning forward to boldly lick the precum from his tip.

The fingers tighten in his hair as Jimin moans shamelessly above him, and oh he definitely likes this. The skin of Jimin's cock is soft against his tongue, slick and so warm, and Taehyung can't get enough of it. He pulls back so that he can rub the slick head against his barely parted lips, reveling in the sensation and in the little gasp that it elicits from Jimin.

"Fuck you're nasty aren't you?" Jimin asks, sounding satisfied.

Taehyung just nods before leaning down and taking the wet tip into his mouth, moaning at the feeling of his mouth being filled. He sucks gently on the tip for a few moments, swirling his tongue to lap up the newest dribble of precum before he pulls off with a satisfied smile.

"You really love it," Jimin mumbles as he rubs the tip of his cock on Taehyung's slick lips.

"Mmm," Taehyung hums in agreement as licks the precum from his mouth. He feels a bubble of defiance bloom in his gut. "I wonder if I like all dick this much."

"What?" Jimin stares down at him in mild disbelief.

Taehyung shrugs, and he hopes it's not obvious that is a bluff. "Oh me? I was just talking about other people's dicks. You know who has a really nice dick? Jin-"

Jimin stares down at him in mild disbelief, and then Taehyung is being shoved roughly and abruptly back onto the bed. Taehyung hits the comforter with a little 'oof,' and his cock gives another throb at the intense set of Jimin's eyes as he pumps his own cock a few times and leans down to cage in Taehyung's body.

"Is this you trying to rile me up?" Jimin breathes, threading his fingers through Taehyung's hair to yank his head so that he's looking up at him.

"Why would I do something like that?" Taehyung taunts, biting his lip so he doesn't moan at the tug in his hair.

"You..." Jimin cocks his head like he's just figured something out. "You meant you. On the form. You don't like brats. You are the fucking brat."

Taehyung flushes hot but doesn't look away. "Shut up."

"Interesting." Jimins eyes are amused as he considers Taehyung. "Don't worry, I'll give you every bit of trouble you're asking for."

"Sometime this year would be great," Taehyung mutters. He is startles when the collar around his neck pulls taught, and he sees the leash curled in Jimin's fist.

"Excuse me?"

"I said," Taehyung spits back at him though his voice is strained from the collar, and he's hoping that Jimin ignores the needy drag of his cock against Jimin's skin as he does so, "That sometime this year would be great. You just gonna keep talking about fucking me or are you actually gonna do it?"

Taehyung's stomach jolts in excitement at the snarl that graces Jimin's usually adorable face, the darkness to his eyes, before he descends into a rough, bruising kiss. Taehyung arches up against him, whimpering in the back of his throat as the tip of his cock slides against Jimin's hip. There's an exquisite jolt of pain as Jimin's teeth sink into his bottom lip, and Taehyung gasps into his mouth, raking his nails hard down Jimin's back, digging deep, and wrapping his legs around his slim waist. As Jimin hisses against his mouth, Taehyung tastes just the slightest tinge of blood, and it makes him giddy.

Jimin yanks the leash again, pulling Taehyung away from his face, back flat against the pillow. Taehyung splutters and fucks his hips forward, finding only air as Jimin pulls away.

"You said you've done this a couple of times before, right?" Jimin asks as he leans over to his bedside table to rummage through the drawer. "Fucked yourself open?"

"Yeah," Taehyung confirms, excitement thrumming through him as Jimin pops the bottle of lube open, grabbing Taehyung by the hips and tugging him roughly down the bed for better access. Taehyung's legs fall open easily, and Jimin reaches down to gently circle his rim with a finger.

Jimin freezes.

"Did you..." he starts, sliding his finger an inch or so into Taehyung, whose back arches. The slide is easy. "Did you touch yourself at home right before you came to The Queen?"

"No," Taehyung denies smugly, and Jimin looks confused, sliding his finger inside of Taehyung to the knuckle. Taehyung gasps before continuing. "I fucked myself open in the bathroom at the Queen, thinking about your cock."

Jimin just nods silently, biting his already swollen bottom lip as he considers Taehyung carefully.

"I had some of little lube packets from pride and fuck it was so good I almost came all over the side of the stall," Taehyung continues, trying to push himself down on Jimin's finger. "Why do you think I was so worked up already when Kook came over?"

Jimin just continues to stare, but Taehyung notices suddenly that the pressure on his neck is more intense, that Jimin must have been slowly increasing the tension on the leash as he spoke.

"You're really something else, you know that?" Jimin asks in a low, even growl, gaze dark as he watches Taehyung wiggle and writhe against his finger.

"I-" he starts to respond but the pressure against his throat is too much to allow for words. The buzz of the world fades into the background as Jimin hovers above him, hand curled in the leash, two fingers now up his ass.

"What's that?" Jimin asks smugly before releasing the leash, and the world comes rushing back. Jimin scissors him open for a moment before reaching over to grab more lube.

" I... forgot," Taehyung rasps out, hang dropping to his own cock again as Jimin slicks up his fingers. He wraps his fingers around himself, jerking himself off as Jimin watches, tossing the lube bottle back on the bed when he has enough.

Jimin just hums in acknowledgement and leans forward to slap Taehyung's hand away from himself, replacing it with his own. He circles his fingers around his length and then pauses like he's waiting.

"Come on," Taehyung urges him, grabbing weakly at his hand as if to make him move it. "Touch me."

"I am touching you."

"Not like..." Taehyung struggles, squirming again. "Not like I want."

"Hmm." Jimin hums again, just tightening his grip on Taehyung's cock, not moving otherwise.

"Please."

"Then fuck my hand," Jimin says simply and casually, leaning down to take one of Taehyung's nipples into his mouth. Taehyung arches against him, his cock sliding forward in Jimin's slick hand, and fuck that does feel good.

"No," he chokes out.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not about to hump your hand like a horny teenaged boy." Taehyung tells him through gritted teeth. "It's embarrassing."

"Is it as embarrassing as fingerfucking yourself in a public bathroom?" Jimin asks, deceptively mild as he runs a finger over Taehyung's now slick nipple. "Or popping a boner from getting choked front of your friends?"

Taehyung's stomach clenches in excitement at the memory, and his hips roll forward involuntarily.

"Fuck my hand," Jimin repeats. "I wanna see you."

"Fuck off," Taehyung growls through his teeth but he doesn't pull away.

There's a flash of steel in Jimin's eyes and then he's reaching down to harshly pinch a nipple. Taehyung gasps in pain and he feels himself throb in Jimin's hand. His hips give just the tiniest roll forward and Taehyung's throat squeaks with a repressed moan.

"That's right. It feels good doesn't it?" Jimin says in a voice that is simultaneously doting and taunting, tightening his fingers around Taehyung's cock. "Come on."

Taehyung's face burns with embarrassment as he nods, throbbing in Jimin's hand. He chances a glance down, and he swallows another moan when he sees how massive his cock looks in Jimin's delicate hand. Groaning, he fucks his hips forward, watching as the length of his cock slides through Jimin's gripped fingers.

And once he's started, there's no way he's going to stop, rolling his hips up so that he slides slickly through the delicious slippery pressure from Jimin's hand, stomach clenching tight as the pleasure builds in his gut.

"Pretty," Jimin mumbles, reaching down with his other hand to work his fingers back into Taehyung's ass. "How many fingers did you get up your ass in the bathroom?"

"Th-three," Taehyung manages as he contorts his body, both trying to fuck down against Jimin's fingers and up into his hand.

"Mmm," Jimin hums, twisting the fingers inside Taehyung rhythmically, and whatever he's doing feels really fucking good, so much better than when Taehyung does this to himself. "You think you're ready for my cock?"

Taehyung takes an almost fearful look down at Jimin's thick, flushed cock, slowing his hips as he does. "Yeah. Please."

"Come here," Jimin says, removing his hands from Taehyung completely and wiping off the excess lube on the sheets. He grabs a condom from the bedspread and tears it open, rolling it onto himself. Taehyung watches for a second, and then his head spins a little as he pushes himself into a seated position, scrambling over to climb onto Jimin's lap. Jimin grabs his own cock, holding it steady as Taehyung lines it up with his hole so that the tip has barely breached him. "Tell me if it's too much."

Taehyung scoffs. "Yeah oka-"

A throaty groan from his own throat interrupts his thought as Jimin suddenly starts to pull him down slowly but meaningfully, inch by inch, and Taehyung briefly loses the ability to formulate words. Part of it is the sensation, not a sharp pang of pleasure but a slow, delicious stretch, the drag of Jimin's cock against him. It's a million times better than fingers or silicone could ever be, warm and substantial and so filling.

Part of it, though, is the idea of it. The idea of Jimin tugging him down on his cock, watching so carefully as Taehyung swallows him up, biting his lip in restraint at the tight heat.

And then Taehyung is fully seated, his ass resting on Jimin's thighs, and fuck it's good.

"Okay?" Jimin asks, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to Taehyung's nose.

Taehyung just nods, feeling his jaw slack and his eyes tearing up of their own accord. He lifts his hips slowly, just an inch or two, before sinking back down. "Really... Ah. yeah."

"Tell me when you're ready," Jimin says, voice tight, obviously holding back.

Taehyung circles his hips, bracing his arms on Jimin's shoulders as he works himself open a little more substantially on his cock so that the slide is better, so that the movement is easier. Jimin leans forward to kiss his neck as he does, plush and moist on his neck, then there's suction, then the gentle scrape of teeth. Combined with the stretch, it's a little overwhelming, and after a few minutes of small, careful movements on Jimin's cock, he nods eagerly, worked up.

"Good." Taehyung breathes, settling all the way down once more. He rolls his hips forward and up with a groan. "Now come on. Hard. Wanna feel how bad you want me."

"You sure?" Jimin asks, gently threading his hands through Taehyung's soft hair before gripping abruptly and yanking his head to the side.

"Yeah."

His back hits the bed before he can even realize what's happening, Jimin is caging in his body, leaning down to bite harshly at his neck as he starts to fuck relentlessly into Taehyung's ass. Taehyung yelps in surprise and pain and satisfaction, bending his legs and hauling them up to provide even better access, to let Jimin fuck him harder.

And it's so many different sensations, the scrape of teeth and the press of leather on his neck, the scratch of nails digging into the skin of his thighs and the stretch of the muscle there as his legs are hauled back, the slickness of Jimin's cock as it pistons in and out of him, and then something else when Jimin yanks his hips up to fuck him at a new angle. A new sensation, a new kind of pleasure, and Taehyung feels his eyes roll back, going slightly limp against the bed as he revels in the feeling of it.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jimin mutters as he rakes his nails roughly down Taehyung's thighs to grab at his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so that he can watch his cock disappear into Taehyung. "Look so good."

Taehyung cracks his eyes open then, head turned to the side, and his stomach gives a pleased lurch as he catches a glimpse of the two of them the reflection of Jimin's mirror. Jimin's got his legs pressed back, fucking him with rough unforgiving strokes, face dark and hungry as he watches his cock pound in and out of Taehyung, and fuck Taehyung looks wrecked. His lips are swollen, bitten to hell, hair tousled from rough fingers, eyes glazed and brows drawn. He groans as Jimin gives him a particularly harsh thrust, his body shifts back with the force of it, and the visual is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen.

He watches them like that for a few seconds, thoroughly enjoying the view, before he feels the weight of a gaze heavy on it. He looks up to find a pair of eyes in the mirror.

Jimin's hips slow.

"Are you watching yourself get fucked right now?" Jimin asks in disbelief, pumping his hips into Taehyung a few more times experimentally as he watches in the mirror now, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"Please keep going," Taehyung begs, pushing himself down on Jimin's cock as Jimin admires their reflection. "Please."

Jimin leans over him, pressing all the way in and almost folding Taehyung in half in the process. He dips down to nip lightly at his jaw and whispers, "You wanna see yourself, huh?"

And before he knows it, Jimin is sliding out of him, hauling him up into a kneeling position so that he's facing the mirror. It's just a moment before Taehyung catches on, before he feels Jimin behind him, cock at his entrance as Taehyung melts backward into his chest, head lolling to the side.

"Nuh uh." Jimin says, shoving his head forward roughly with an iron grip in his hair. "Watch."

A broiling wave of heat rolls up his spine, flushing his face, as he looks at himself in the mirror on his knees, torso stretched taught, cock so dark and hard against his stomach. Jimin is almost obscured behind him until he yanks hard on Taehyung's leash and pulls him back so that his chest bows out, head leaning against Jimin's shoulder as the leather cuts into his neck and Jimin pushes inside him again.

When Jimin starts to move his hips again, Taehyung watches in the mirror as his own jaw goes slack, the room filled with the lewd sounds of lube and grunts and the skin of Jimin's hips smacking against the skin of Taehyung's ass. And when he looks down, there's his own cock bouncing heavily with the force of Jimin's thrusts, and it's embarrassing and obscene and he absolutely loves it.

"Fuck," Jimin growls into his ear with a particularly unforgiving thrust, reaching forward to grip harshly at Taehyung's hip as he drags his eyes over Taehyung's body in the mirror. "Look at you."

Taehyung basks in the attention, loving the weight of Jimin's gaze on him as his cock continues to slap against his stomach, leaving a shiny smear of precum.

"Come on," Taehyung insists, moving his hips back now in time to Jimin's rhythm. "More."

Behind him, he feels Jimin briefly reposition himself, tightening his grip on Taehyung's hip in one hand and the leash in the other hand, using both to viciously pull Taehyung back on his cock.

"Ah!" Taehyung yelps as he's jostled forward with the force of Jimins hips.

"You want more?" Jimin hisses, a droplet of sweat from his forehead dripping onto Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung nods desperately, fucking himself back harder on Jimin's cock, the feeling of everything both overwhelming and insufficient. And it's exactly what he needs when the collar pulls taught around his throat, pinning him back against Jimin, the room gradually going very quiet and far away, Jimin's whispered words fading to vague noise. And Taehyung's hips have stopped now and he's gone completely still against Jimin, who continues to fuck him mercilessly, fingernails digging hard into his hip.

Then the hand on his hip is gone, and it's on his cock instead, jerking him off roughly, and Taehyung can't even tell if he's making sounds at this point, his vision blurring slightly from both the tears and the lack of blood in his head. The exquisite pressure builds abruptly, emanating out from his gut and flooding his limbs, and nothing else exists, just this. After what seems like a moment of perfect silence, his orgasm comes crashing down on him, cock spurting hot cum all over his belly, hole convulsing around Jimin, head floating a million miles above earth. It's seconds or years, and he's slumping down onto the bed, blood rushing back to where it needs to be, a secondary tingling wave washing over him as he twitches through the aftershocks.

Through the ringing in his ears, he hears, "Open your mouth," and Jimin is hovering above him, jerking himself off, eyes all over Taehyung, who has the presence of mind to weakly part his lips, sticking out his tongue slightly. Jimin groans throatily, and Taehyung feels the warm liquid hit his tongue, his lips, a little on his cheek. It's salty and bitter but not unpleasant, and in the context, extremely fucking hot.

The world starts to trickle back to him as Jimin plops down on the bed beside him with a sated groan, flinging his arm over Taehyung midsection

For a few minutes, there's nothing but their ragged breathing, then Jimin's pushing himself to his elbows and reaching over to grab a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand. He leans over to hover over Taehyung, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before wiping gently at the cum on his cheek.

"You good?" he asks, leaning down to press another featherlight kiss to Taehyung's collarbone this time.

Taehyung can only manage a weak grunt in response, pinching his fingers in a grabby gesture towards Jimin, who seems to get the hint, snuggling forward on his side so that he can wrap his arms around Taehyung and pull him close so that their foreheads touch. Taehyung winds his arms around Jimin's waist then drags them down, sighing in satisfaction when he grasps the firm, supple flesh of Jimin's ass.

"Good," Taehyung confirms, eyes fluttering shut briefly as he snuggles even closer to Jimin. The darkness behind his eyes gets momentarily darker, then he feels a pair of warm soft lips pressing against his.

"Just good?"

When Jimin pulls back, Taehyung's eyes flutter open groggily. "I... forgot adjectives again." He is momentarily struck by Jimin's lovely, tinkling laugh. "How about you? Worth the wait?"

Jimin groans and buries his head in Taehyung's chest, nipping lightly at the skin there. "So. Fucking. Worth it. I mean fuck that was hot."

"We're gonna have so much hot sex," Taehyung says blankly, the realization dawning on him. "We're gonna have so much hot sex all the time."

Jimin giggles and leans in to kiss him again, slower this time, and deeper, his tongue sliding along the seam of Taehyung's mouth with a little groan. They part with a pair of matching grins and snuggle closer together so that their chests are flush.

"Hey Tae?" Jimin asks softly into his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me that we're not gonna fuck this up."

"How do you mean?"

"Like we're not going to have a dumb angsty misunderstanding or let other people get involved in our shit or have any more unnecessary drama that could fuck us up. Like... this is too good for us to fuck it up with some stupid shit you know?"

Taehyung sighs happily into his hair. "Yeah I know."

"We're gonna be good, right?"

"The best."

"I love you," Jimin mumbles, the sound muffled by Taehyung's skin.

"I love you."

They lay there for a few minutes, wrapped around each other in warm, comfortable.

"Taetae?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you hard again? After that very touching and sincere moment?"

Taehyung takes a brief peek down at his cock. "Oh uh. I think it's all these emotions. A heart boner. A heart-on."

Jimin snorts. "It has nothing to do with the fact that you're groping my naked ass?"

"Nuh-uh," Taehyung says, rolling his hips forward conspicuously.

"Okay," Jimin agrees easily enough. "Well I guess I'll just, you know, love and respect your boner to completion."

"Wait no."

"I'll just shower it with fondness and emotional support."

"Please put your mouth on my penis."