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It wasn’t early.
In fact, it was around 10.30 a.m. when Taehyung realised that he was very late for class. As soon as his alarm rang for the umpteenth time, he rolled off his bed with his comforters and pillows and stumbled into the bathroom to wash up and get ready. His advanced gender studies class starts in 30 minutes and campus was a 20 minute walk away so he had to be out the door in five if he didn’t want to risk another telling off from his professor.
Putting on whatever he could grab from the top of his pile of unfolded clothes, he hurriedly decided on his outfit of the day (a slightly wrinkled brown long sleeved button up, tucked into a pair of black pants with a splotch of white paint at the ankles), and grabbed his messenger bag along with his books. Walking out of his bedroom, he was stuffing his laptop into his bag when he noticed a lump covered with blankets on the sofa.
“Jiminnie? Is that you?” Taehyung asks, walking towards said lump.
A little head of golden blond hair peeks out the blankets and looks at Taehyung. Jimin makes a sound between a hum and groan, announcing his presence. He was wearing Taehyung’s blue oversized sweater that always gives him sweater paws, and black shorts. His hair was sticking up in different directions too, like he had just woken up from a deep slumber.
“Hey,” Tae whispers softly, sitting on the free space of the sofa, “why aren’t you in class, Mimi?”
He sets his bag down on the side of the sofa and caresses Jimin’s ankle peeking out the blanket.
Jimin and Taehyung had been dating and living together for a few months now, off-campus. Since the walls of their dorms were always too thin and they both somehow had roommates from hell, they decided to move away for some peace of mind and privacy. They both work part-times on their free days to afford it and managed to get a decent rate for this quaint little apartment from their good friend, Seokjin.
“Mm, don’t wanna go. I’m not feeling too hot, Taetae.” Jimin says, shuffling a little in his spot. He had light make up on, indicative of the fact that he did get ready earlier this morning to get to class, but had given up on his plans for the day.
Taehyung frowns a little, places his palm then the back of his hand on Jimin’s forehead, checking for a fever. Jimin shudders a little from the sudden coolness of his skin.
“Your temperature seems fine, baby. Are you feeling pain anywhere?” Taehyung asks, shuffling closer to his boyfriend.
Jimin shakes his head and pouts a little bit, fidgeting with the loose threads of the blanket. “No, Tae. I’m not sick. I’m just—feeling a little icky, mentally,” he replies.
Taehyung glances at the watch on his wrist. 10.45a.m. He is definitely not going to make it on time.
Noticing him, Jimin sits up a little. “You should get going, my love. You don’t want Professor Ha to give you another earful again.” he tells Taehyung, squeezing his hand which was resting on Jimin’s thigh. “I’ll be okay, I’m just gonna be home for the rest of the day.”
Ah fuck it.
He shrugs and flashes Jimin his signature boxy smile. “You know what? I’ll skip today too. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I’m not really feeling it anyway.” Taehyung tells him. He pulls his legs up and sits cross-legged facing Jimin on the three-seater sofa.
Jimin’s eyes widened and then softens. He casts his gaze downwards at his on own hands, smiling a little, bangs falling to cover his eyes. “Okay.” he says softly, secretly grateful that his love decided to forgo this day’s academia like him.
Taehyung realises that he’s probably the only one who gets to see this side of Jimin. The soft, vulnerable, gentle side of him that lives in the quiet moments of their time together—whether it be sitting together watching the sun set over a mug of hot tea or cuddling in bed together as they press soft kisses all over each other. Jimin has a preciously fragile side that hides behind his sassily bright, exuberant, sometimes overly-accommodating persona that he usually carries around as a college student and brilliant dancer, and Taehyung is determined to always allow Jimin to show that side of himself without shame. He wants to be Jimin’s safe space, and he won’t ever let anyone break that side of him.
He shuffles closer to Jimin, keeping eye contact and then plops his body down on Jimin’s stomach, eliciting a small oof from him and he laughs a little. Taehyung circles his arms around Jimin, face planted on his sweater hiding his taut abs, breathing him in. He’s between Jimin’s thighs now, and Jimin cards his fingers through Taehyung’s dark, wavy brown hair.
“So…what got you feeling icky today baby?” Taehyung asks, eyes full of love and concern while he rubs little circles into Jimin’s waist with his thumbs.
Jimin sighs and shakes his head a little, looking a little distant, like his worries were tangibly circling around his head.
“You don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t feel like it, but I’m always here to listen Min-ah,” Taehyung reassures his boyfriend.
He takes a shaky breath and exhales, trying to figure out the right words to say so that he doesn’t sound like a complete emotional wreck. “It’s just—” Jimin begins, “I’ve been feeling this hollowness in my chest for a while now.” He places his hand on the spot where his heart is. “It’s been heavy, and I’ve been spacing out a lot even during dance practices. I’m usually never like this, Tae.”
Taehyung nods slowly, encouraging Jimin to go on.
“Lately, I get myself to class but I just have this weird feeling of dread. It’s like, my legs refuse to budge and when I push myself too hard, my heart starts beating like it’s gonna leap out of my ribcage,” Jimin continues. “Just last week, during a group discussion, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to calm my breathing. I think…I had a panic attack. I didn’t return to class.”
Taehyung winces a little. He feels so guilty. He hadn’t noticed that about Jimin lately because they’ve barely been spending any time together. They both work on different days and different hours, and have different class schedules. Sometimes he’ll run into Jimin on campus, and they’ll give each other quick kisses over small talk and be on their separate ways. When they come home at night, either one of them will already be asleep so they don’t really get the chance to talk. Then in the morning, one of them will inevitably wake up earlier and head out the door before the other wakes.
Dates have been scarce too. Ever since Taehyung’s been spending more time in the college’s art studios trying to finish up this semester’s final project and Jimin’s been spending his hours between classes and work at the dance studio, they’ve pretty much forgone a lot of their opportunities to go on dates. Taehyung feels bad now; he’s been so busy to notice that Jimin has been struggling.
“God Mimi, I’m so sorry I hadn’t noticed you’ve been feeling this way.” Taehyung says earnestly. He looks up at Jimin and props himself up before climbing up further on, enveloping Jimin in an embrace, resting his head in the spot between Jimin’s neck and shoulder.
Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung’s back too, rubbing gently up and down, thinking he might need some reassurance too. “It’s not your fault Tae, we’ve just been really busy and I didn’t mention anything to anyone anyway. You know how good I am at putting on a brave face.” Jimin mumbles into Taehyung’s hair. “But this, right now? This is nice.” he adds.
Taehyung hums. “I’ll koala-bear you like a eucalyptus tree if that’s what it takes to make my angel feel even a little bit better. I’ll koala-bear you forever.” Taehyung says. Jimin chuckles.
“Wow, how romantic, you dork.” Jimin teases, but obviously loving these sudden declarations.
“Do you think maybe, you’re feeling this way because you’re burnt out?” Taehyung asks him.
Jimin bites his lower lip in contemplation, staring at Taehyung’s forehead. “It’s not like I don’t rest. I still get enough hours of sleep every night.” he retorts.
“Jimin-ah, you rest, but you don’t feel rested. You’ve been pulling yourself in many different directions, like a tight string. You sleep in order to continue the next day’s obligations but you’ve barely taken any time for yourself, or to do the things you enjoy to recharge mentally.” Taehyung explains, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Jimin sighs. He knows Taehyung is right, it’s just that he can’t really afford to rest now. He has a lot on his plate. Taehyung wasn’t the only one with looming finals and assignments to finish. Jimin had his actuaries finals and a research paper to submit. Moreover, he has his dance showcase in 3 weeks, so practice hours have also been ramped up lately. Alongside his part-time job at the department store, he’s barely had time for anything else. It’s kicking him in the butt, and he knows it.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I hate that I’m not at my best right now but I suppose I can’t blame me after putting myself through so much these past months. But I don’t know what to do.” Jimin says, picking at the dry skin of his cuticles.
Taehyung smiles lovingly at his boyfriend and runs his fingers through his soft, blond hair. He just has so much love for this human, and it doesn’t help that this is his best friend too. They’ve grown up together and have loved each other all their lives, and it’s just so fortunate that the universe pulled some strings and they fell for each other romantically too. A wondrous arrangement.
“My love—” Taehyung says, in his low voice, “the world is not going to stop spinning just because you, Park Jimin, took a day off. You don’t owe the world a hundred percent of yourself, you owe yourself the biggest and most whole parts of you. If you worked yourself to the bone and broke down, then how are you going to continue your obligations at all?”
Jimin nods in understanding. “You know me Tae, I just don’t—I don’t want to disappoint anyone. There are a lot of people relying on me.” Jimin says, chuckling sadly.
Taehyung shakes his head. “Just know this: you could never, ever disappoint me. It hurts me to see you work yourself so hard and constantly be a worry-wort. You are one of the most brilliant human beings to exist and this Earth is very lucky to have you, Park Jimin. Okay?”
Finally for what seemed like eternity, Jimin breaks into one of his signature smiles that turns his eyes into those beautiful crescent moons. “Okay. Thanks for saying that baby. I appreciate it.” Jimin tells Taehyung, squishing his cheeks.
“Alright,” Taehyung begins, “now that I’m waaaayyyy late for class, let’s decide what we’re gonna do today. We could order some take out and just watch Netflix all day. Or we could just nap all the way ‘till evening and I’ll bring my beautiful angel baby out for a date that’s long overdue. Or we could—”
Taehyung gets cut off by Jimin embracing him tightly, burying his face into Taehyung’s crown of curls. Jimin breathes him in; sandalwood and vanilla, something earthy, something familiar. “Can we just stay like this for awhile? I really missed you, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin says, so softly like a whisper. They’re still in the same position as before, with Taehyung between his legs, laying on Jimin, only a blanket between them.
Taehyung’s gaze softens. “Of course Jiminie, anything you need today, as long as you want to.” He presses a deep kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder, suckling slightly. He plants a few more kisses upwards, towards Jimin’s jaw, stopping just below his ear.
Jimin squirms and whimpers slightly, his face scrunched. He looks away from Taehyung, a slight redness creeping up his cheeks.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry baby. Did I hurt you?” Taehyung apologises immediately, tone full of concern.
Jimin shakes his head. “It’s just…it’s been awhile, Taehyung-ah.” he says, ears reddening at his own words.
Taehyung withdraws immediately. “Okay, no worries. Let’s just cuddle okay?”
Jimin snaps his head back to look at Taehyung. “No! I mean, no. It feels good. I’m just a little, touch-deprived. And uh, pent up. Oh my God I’m so fucking embarrassed, what am I even saying right now?”
Oh. Taehyung thinks. He’s pent up.
He doesn’t say anything but continues to kiss the area just below Jimin’s ear, nibbling slightly on the soft skin. He continues his ministrations, kissing his jawbone and licking slightly. Jimin moans, still squirming, with Taehyung’s body between his thighs. Taehyung slides his hands into his sweater, making contact with Jimin’s warm skin, as he brushes the area where his tattoo is, just below his chest. He’s seen it enough to know exactly where it is.
He looks up at Jimin, whose face is now clearly flushed pink, almost matching his beautiful, plush lips. Taehyung kisses him everywhere— both of his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his temples, the sides of his mouth—anywhere but directly on Jimin’s lips, before moving to the next side of his shoulders, and he continues suckling. This time he bites a little harder, suckling and then licking the same spot. He has no doubt it’s gonna leave a mark, but he knows Jimin loves it.
At this point, Jimin is gripping Taehyung’s shirt. His eyes are closed, breathing heavier as he relishes the feeling of Taehyung’s warm lips on his skin. It’s been awhile since they’ve done anything really, and this is perhaps one of the things Jimin needed exactly.
Taehyung pulls away from his shoulders, satisfied with his work as a small bruise starts to form on Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s panting slightly, looking a little dazed from being loved up by Taehyung. He looks at Jimin sheepishly.
“Hi, baby.”
“Taehyung-ah…”
“You okay?”
“Will you kiss me already?”
Taehyung grins and dives down, finally kissing him. He wastes no time and pushes his tongue hungrily into Jimin’s already open mouth, deepening the kiss. He licks and bites Jimin’s lower lip, eliciting a loud moan from him. All this time, Jimin’s eyes are still closed, and there are tears forming at the edge. Taehyung grinds a little where their bodies are touching and Jimin whimpers into Taehyung’s mouth. The friction is feeling a little too good, especially for someone who hasn’t done much in weeks.
Sneakily, his hands travel up north, his thumb circling Jimin’s nipple and then pinching it.
“Ahh fuck, Taehyung-ah!” Jimin moans into his mouth. There’s already a trail of tears leaking down the sides of his face, and Taehyung feels the beginning of a half-bulge forming between their bodies. Taehyung grins into the kiss, while continuing to rub a little harder on Jimin’s nipples. Starting to feel over-stimulated, Jimin starts to buck his hips upwards towards Taehyung’s crotch.
Taehyung licks and kisses the tear-streaked trails next to Jimin’s eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do baby? Hmm? What’ll make you feel better?” Taehyung coos at his lover.
“I — mmh, I want you Tae, please. I need to feel you,” Jimin says between pants.
Without missing a beat, Taehyung slides lower down and pulls the blanket covering Jimin and throws it on the living room floor. All of a sudden, Jimin feels exposed, even though he was still fully-clothed. He was definitely hard now, and the tight dancer shorts he was wearing didn’t help with hiding it. He doesn’t know where to put his hands as Taehyung casts his deep gaze at him, so he just covers his face.
“Jimin-ah, my love. Why are you shy all of a sudden?” Taehyung asks him, chuckling a little, while he slips his thumbs into the waistband of Jimin’s shorts, ready to yank it off any second.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. You don’t know the effect you have on me, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin says desperately through half-lidded eyes, colored with need.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything but proceeds to pull off Jimin’s shorts, freeing his cock from the confines of those damned dancer pants. It springs up and flops back onto Jimin’s stomach, pre-cum leaking. Taehyung grips Jimin’s hip with one hand and pushes his blue sweater upwards with the other, all the way to Jimin’s collarbones, exposing his entire upper body. Abs and tattoos in full view, with the prettiest hardened nipples. A stiff cock sits between his perfectly sculpted thighs and if Taehyung didn’t know better, he would devour him like a meal right there.
“You’ve worked hard recently. I’m gonna make you feel good now, okay baby?” Taehyung says as he positions himself over Jimin’s length. His warm breath makes Jimin shudder a little. Jimin nods, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with Taehyung’s love and kind attention.
Kissing the tip, Taehyung licks the little beads of pre-cum off the top of his cock and closes his lips over the head of Jimin’s cock, sucking slowly. He grips the base, giving it a little tug.
“Ahh—” Jimin whines, his little high- pitched moans fill up the living room. Taehyung sinks down and takes Jimin deeper into his mouth, feeling the pretty vein on his tongue. He bobs his head up and down a couple of times, and all he can hear is Jimin’s continuous little whimpers and moans and his own sucking noises.
Jimin arches his back, his hands threading into Taehyung’s hair, head dizzy with pleasure.
“Feeling good, baby?” Taehyung asks. Jimin opens his tear-filled eyes to look at this boyfriend. His perfectly shaped lips are now wet with saliva, hair a mess due to Jimin’s tugging.
“D-Don’t stop Taehyung-ah, please. Feels so good. It’s been so long…” Jimin replies, voice thick with lust.
Taehyung feels his own cock twitching in his pants now, looking at Jimin being so full of desire and want. He’ll have to undress real soon. He wastes no time and dives back down, taking Jimin’s cock deeper this time, hitting the back of his throat.
“Oh God, baby!” Jimin screams, back arching even more in an attempt to thrust into Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung bobs up and down a few more times and licks around the head, sinks back down one more time until Jimin hits his throat again, his own eyes tearing up from the pressure.
Jimin pants harder, chest practically heaving. He’s close.
“Taehyung-ah, n-no, don’t wanna come yet. Wanna make you feel g-good too,” Jimin manages to say.
“No baby, it’s okay, I’m doing this for you now. We have time,” Taehyung replies, eyes full of caring love.
“I want to come with you inside me, please, Tae. I want to feel you inside me, want you to make a mess of me.”
Taehyung smiles in adoration. He leans down and quickly pecks Jimin on the lips before unbuttoning his shirt and removing his own pants and boxers. His cock, now pretty much full hardness, twitches and the sight of Jimin who’s a wreck beneath him. The sweater is now bunched up, beneath his neck, his abs now slick with all the drool and pre-cum. His gorgeous, honey-blond hair is also now a mess. His cheeks flushed wonderfully pink, mouth parted with tear tracks on his face. He thinks Jimin looks fucking beautiful.
“You look so good baby, you’re doing so well,” Taehyung coos at his lover. He grabs the bottle of lube from the drawer of the table next to the sofa, mentally thanking himself for buying an extra bottle and shoving it there in case of living room shenanigans. He quickly lubes up his fingers and inserts the first one into Jimin, causing Jimin to gasp loudly. Taehyung pumps it in and out, before adding another finger and curling it right at the spot that Jimin loves.
“Ah, ah, that’s it Tae. Right there. Ah!” Jimin moans, sounding almost impatient. His hips buck with the movement of Tae’s fingers. He adds a third finger, and pumps in and out a few more times and feels Jimin clench down on him.
“That’s enough Tae, I’m ready now,” Jimin croaks.
Taehyung removes his fingers and starts lubing up his own cock, giving it a couple of welcome rubs. He positions himself at Jimin’s entrance.
“Okay?” Taehyung asks Jimin, just to make sure. Jimin nods.
He pushes the tip in, watching Jimin’s hole stretch to accommodate him. Jimin hisses and Taehyung holds himself back from thrusting too hard, letting Jimin adjust to the feeling since it’s been awhile. Jimin then nods, and slowly, he pushes in more, Jimin’s whimpers getting louder with each inch, eyes closed tight. Finally, he bottoms out, his skin flush against Jimin’s body. Making sure he doesn’t move yet, he props himself down, kissing Jimin on the lips, noticing sweat already matting his hair to his forehead.
“Feeling a little too good huh, angel? You take me so well, like you were made for me,” Taehyung teases.
“Only you, Taehyung-ah. Only you make me feel this good,” Jimin says, earnestly.
“I’m gonna move now.” Taehyung thrusts; nice, slow deep strokes. Jimin’s sweet little oh oh oh’s and ah ah’s fill the living room. Once he hits Jimin’s prostate, Jimin cries out, clenching around him.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight angel,” Taehyung says, feeling really good himself. Jimin wraps his legs around Taehyung’s hips, locking them, urging him to go deeper.
“Taehyung-ah, please. Faster, deeper, need to feel you more,” Jimin pleads, tears filling up his eyes once again. Taehyung repositions himself and picks up the pace, his elbows on both sides of Jimin’s chest while Jimin also wraps his hands around Taehyung’s neck, grabbing at the hairs on the nape.
He drives into Jimin, a continuous rhythm. Moments like this are what reminds Taehyung of how much of himself he wants to give to Jimin. Jimin is so incredibly loving and accommodating to the people he loves, and especially him too. He never knows how to repay Jimin but giving all of him, and to make Jimin feel good and be the happiest he can be.
Jimin clenches around him again and it snaps him out of his thoughts. “Taetae, I’m close ah-ah, I’m so close,” he says, voice rough from all the moaning. Taehyung reaches for Jimin’s neglected dick, all wet from pre-cum and red. He gives it a few loving rubs, urging Jimin to reach the edge.
“You feel good Min-ah? You wanna come?” Taehyung asks. Jimin nods quickly, face all scrunched up. Taehyung chuckles, thinks he’s the most precious thing in the world.
“Go ahead baby, you can come,” Taehyung says into Jimin’s ears. Within a few more thrusts, Jimin is tipped over the edge, finding his release as he cries into Taehyung’s neck. Waves of pleasure vibrate through every cell of his body as he spills between him and Taehyung, covering their stomachs in white. Taehyung fucks him through it, his own orgasm just around the corner.
Taehyung was about to pull out as Jimin locks his legs around him again. “No, Tae, you can stay,” Jimin croaks, voice sounding wrecked. Taehyung frowns in concern, worried he might hurt him.
“Are you sure my love? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says in urgency, sweat rolling down his temples.
“Please, I can take it, want you to feel good too,” was all he could manage.
Taehyung continues thrusting a few more times. Beneath him, Jimin was whimpering through it, feeling pain and pleasure from the sensitivity and over-stimulation. He picks up the pace and with one last thrust, he grunts loudly and comes inside Jimin, resting his forehead on Jimin’s. Jimin rubs his back lovingly, now slick with sweat. He collapses onto Jimin, both their breaths heavy. They lay there until their breaths even out.
“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung asks immediately after his breaths have calmed down. Jimin stares at him, looking sated and loved. Jimin runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.
“Never better.” he says and smiles.
Taehyung props himself up and pulls out, Jimin immediately feeling the loss of fullness. He goes to bathroom and grabs a warm wash cloth and cleans both of them up, making sure to be extra tender with his lover. After that, he pulls the blanket up and covers them both as they cuddle on the sofa, forgetting their discarded clothing on the floor.
“I hope you feel a little better now, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung says into Jimin’s hair, kissing the crown of his head lightly. Jimin smiles, wrapping his arms around Taehyung.
“You always make me feel better about everything, Taehyung-ah. You’re my better half. You know me better than anyone else. I love you.”
“I try to. I love you the most, Jimin.” Taehyung says.
And they rest.