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Taehyung is fiddling with his locker because why the fuck can he never remember his combination, when the chatter of his fellow students in the hall dies down suddenly. He doesn’t think much of it until everyone begins whispering loudly to each other, which has him looking up curiously to see what’s going on. Taehyung’s eyes widen when he sees what has everyone so shocked;
Walking down the hallway towards him is his best friend, Park Jimin, hand-in-hand with none other than the infamous Min Yoongi, the school’s terrifying bad boy. A wide smile is splitting his friend’s face as he swings their hands between them, head held high and eyes bright behind his black-framed glasses. Yoongi, on the other hand, looks down at the ground as Jimin pulls him along, his cheeks tinged pink as everyone whispers and points at the two of them, and holy shit is Min Yoongi acting shy?
When Jimin spots Taehyung, he grins even wider and waves excitedly at him before tugging Yoongi more insistently down the hall, and Taehyung just gapes as a smile pulls at Yoongi’s lips when he allows Jimin to pull him along.
“Tae!” Jimin chirps as they reach him, and Taehyung doesn’t realize his mouth is hanging open until Jimin taps his friend’s chin with a little giggle and says, “You look like a goldfish,” causing Taehyung to promptly snap his mouth shut.
He stares between Jimin and Yoongi, his mind struggling to figure out what’s going on, his eyes widening when Yoongi glances at Jimin out of the corner of his eye, and the look on his face is so soft and gentle that Taehyung has to stop his mouth from dropping open again.
What the actual hell?
He’s waiting for Jimin to say something, to explain what the hell is going on, but the redhead seems content to swings his and Yoongi’s linked hands together, blinking up at the blonde happily. “Um,” Taehyung finally croaks, wincing at the way his voice cracks a little. “Say, um…Chim Chim, you want to, you know…explain what’s going on?”
“Oh,” Jimin’s eyebrows rise as if he’d forgotten he was even standing in front of Taehyung before letting out a cheeky giggle. “Yoongi hyung and I are dating.”
For a moment, the gears in Taehyung’s head come screeching to a stop while he blinks rapidly at Jimin, waiting for him the laugh and say, ‘just kidding!’ but when he only continues smiling at Taehyung serenely and swinging Yoongi’s hand, his mouth drops open again.
What in the holy flipping fuck?
“What?!” He practically yells, causing Jimin and Yoongi— whose cheeks are now a startling shade of pink— to wince. “Hold on, hold on,” he chokes, holding out a hand to cease Jimin when he starts to speak. He feels a little dizzy, and has to lean against his (still locked goddammit) locker to catch his bearings, placing the back of his hand to his forehead weakly. He stares at Jimin again, his mouth opening and closing a few times while he struggles to comprehend what the hell is going on, throat going dry at the concerned look Jimin gives him.
“Tae?” Jimin asks tentatively, effectively snapping Taehyung out of his trance.
“Y-you’re joking, right?” He finally pushes out of his dry mouth thickly. When Jimin frowns at Taehyung and looks at Yoongi, Yoongi looks back at him, and the look that crosses each of their faces sends Taehyung into another tailspin.
Why does Jimin look so sappy? And why does Yoongi look Jimin put the stars in the sky?
“Um, no?” Jimin finally says, looking back at his best friend, his answer sounding more like a question than a statement. Taehyung feels faint and has to lean more heavily against his locker while taking deep, steadying breaths. He shakily points between Jimin and Yoongi, still not wanting to believe his friend.
“You,” he mutters, pointing at Jimin, “And you?” His voice comes out a little colder as he stabs his finger at Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi’s eyes narrow at him, and Taehyung feels a little tremor of fear shoot through him.
Is Jimin serious? Yoongi is dangerous, he’s a thug, and Jimin is…dating him? Sweet, innocent Park Jimin, who didn’t know how babies were made until he was eleven, is dating the scariest, most morally corrupt guy in school? The guy who once got arrested for vandalizing the school gym by spray painting dicks all over the walls? The guy who once broke some kid’s nose because he was mouthing off to Yoongi? The guy who disrespects teachers and skips out on his classes? Oh, oh no. This isn’t good. Taehyung feels a headache begin to throb in his temples.
“Tae?” Jimin asks tentatively, concerned at the way Taehyung is dazedly clutching his head and trying to take deep, calming breathes.
“Jimin, are you being serious right now?” He finally asks, fixing Jimin with The Look that has the redhead shifting uncomfortably.
“Tae, it’s not that big of a deal,” he says nervously, and Taehyung crosses his arms and quirks a condescending brow at him.
“We’re talking about the guy who got into a fist fight because the other dude shoved him in the hallway,” the brunette replies, waving vaguely at Yoongi, who at least has the decency to look a little ashamed. “He broke the guy’s wrist!”
This time Yoongi levels a dangerous look at Taehyung, taking a half a step forward as if to break his wrist and making the brunette gulp nervously, but Jimin gently tugs back on Yoongi’s hand. The blonde instantly stops and looks at Jimin, and the hard expression on his face immediately softens at the way Jimin blinks at him with wide eyes. He nods almost minutely, a feather soft smile ghosting across his lips as he steps back next to Jimin and squeezes his hand tighter.
Taehyung stares in awe at the exchange, his mouth once again popping open. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Yoongi was whipped for Jimin. But there’s no way, right? Min Yoongi, whipped? Hah. No way.
He has to lick his dry lips before he’s able to speak again. “Listen, hyung, I really don’t think—"
He’s interrupted by Jimin raising a hand to halt his words. “Taehyung, I really like Yoongi and right now I just really need the support of my best friend, okay?” His voice is firm and steady, and Taehyung gapes at him, shocked speechless by the usually timid, soft spoken Jimin speaking with so much frim authority. Yoongi, on the other hand, ducks his head at Jimin’s words, but Taehyung still sees the way he turns pink, from his cheeks to the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears. The smile that splits his lips lights up his face and practically causes his eyes to disappear, and that’s when Taehyung realizes;
Holy hell on wheels, bad boy Min Yoongi is totally whipped for the little math nerd, Park Jimin.
Well, shit.
Taehyung is stunned, both by Jimin’s boldness and this new revelation, and although he’s in shock, he loves Jimin more than anything in the world. The older boy is like a brother to him, his best friend in the world, he’d even go as far as saying Jimin is his platonic soulmate, and he would do anything to make him happy. If that meant supporting the strangest relationship ever to set sail, he would. Maybe. Possibly. He’ll see.
Taking a deep breath, he looks between Jimin and Yoongi a few more times before letting out a loud sigh. “Okay, Chiminie,” he finally concedes, and the absolutely brilliant smile that lights up Jimin’s face fills his chest with warmth. Jimin is about to say something else, but Taehyung turns to Yoongi and narrows his eyes at him. “If you hurt my Chim Chim, I swear to god I’m going to rip off your arms and shove them down your throat.”
“Kim Taehyung!” Jimin gasps in horror, and Taehyung’s eyes widen with the realization of what he just said. Oh, he’s really dead now.
He’s fully prepared for Yoongi to surge forward and slam him into the lockers to promptly rearrange his face with his fist, because nobody talks to Min Yoongi that way. He quivers slightly at the strangely emotionless look Yoongi is giving him. It was nice knowing you, world, he thinks to himself miserably. To say he is shocked speechless by what Yoongi does next would be an understatement;
The blonde boy glances at Jimin beside him and cocks his head slightly, his thumb brushing across the younger’s knuckles. “That’s fair.” He says quietly—so quietly the brunette almost misses it—not even looking at Taehyung as he gazes into Jimin’s eyes, and for the hundredth time in the last few minutes, Taehyung’s mouth falls open.
Holy fucking shit.
Min Yoongi is so, so whipped.
“So…” Taehyung begins, glancing at Jimin out of the corner of his eye as they lounge on Taehyung’s bed later that day after school.
“Hmm?” Jimin doesn’t even look up from his phone, and Taehyung purses his lips.
“Are we gonna talk about this?” He continues, nudging Jimin with his foot until the redhead sighs in annoyance and looks up from his phone.
“There’s not much to talk about,” his best friend replies, shoving Taehyung’s foot away roughly.
“What do you mean there’s nothing to talk about!” He exclaims loudly, shooting up from where he was leaning against his headboard to grab Jimin by the shoulders and shake him vigorously. “Talk!”
“Yah!” Jimin complains, trying to shove the younger away. “Get off, you psycho!”
“Then talk!” Taehyung counters him quickly, though he does release his shoulders.
“Aishhh, so annoying,” Jimin mutters as he wiggles further away from his best friend and glares broodingly at him. He finally sighs in defeat when Taehyung crosses his arms and gives him The Look again. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
“When did this happen? How long has it been going on? When did you realize you liked him? Why do you like him? Whe—"
“Yah, yah, slow down!” Jimin claps his hand over Taehyung’s mouth to stop the rapid flow of questions. “I can barely understand you!”
Taehyung flicks out his tongue to lick across Jimin’s palm, who screams shrilly and snatches his hand back, pinning his friend with the most disgusted look he’s ever seen. “You little shit,” Jimin snaps, shivering in horror before wiping his wet palm on Taehyung’s jeans, who only flashes his signature box grin.
“Alright, we’ll start with the first question,” he begins, giggling when Jimin crosses his arms and huffs in irritation. “When did this happen?”
“The dating?” Jimin tries to clarify, and Taehyung nods. “Since this afternoon.”
“THIS AFTERNOON?!” Taehyung explodes. “How could you have waited so long to tell me, your best friend in the world—"
“Tae, telling you literally the first thing we did,” Jimin interrupts his tirade with a glare. Taehyung forces himself to let out a breath.
“Okay, fine,” he begrudgingly concedes. “How long has it been going on? How long have you liked him?”
A little smile crosses Jimin’s face as he absentmindedly looks out Taehyung’s window. “I don’t really know,” Jimin admits with a dreamy sigh. “I think I may have started liking him from our first tutoring session, and it just sort of…grew, until I realized just how much I liked him.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes and leans closer to Jimin. “And just how much do you like him?”
At this Jimin ducks his head, but the brunette doesn’t miss the way his cheeks turn pink while he avoids his eyes. Taehyung’s mouth drops open and he blinks rapidly as a thought hits him;
No way…surely there’s no way…
“Park Jimin, are you…” his voice drops to a whisper as he stares at him, transfixed. “In love with him?”
Jimin doesn’t reply, but Taehyung gets his answer when the redhead’s cheeks turn even darker and he pointedly looks anywhere but at Taehyung. The wind is knocked out of him and he leans back, dazed.
What is this. What is happening. Is this real life. Taehyung feels like he’s dreaming.
“You…fell in love…with none of than Min Yoongi…and you didn’t feel like telling me, your best friend in the entire universe, the one who once broke a bully’s nose because he kept calling you a munchkin from the Lollipop Guild from the Wizard of Oz? The one who would fight a man to the death for you? The one who told you how babies are made—which was awful, by the way, you should have seen the horrified look on your face—?” His voice is quiet and awed, and Jimin at least has the decency to look guilty.
“I’m sorry, Tae Tae, I honestly didn’t realize it until I saw him perform at the talent show, and I was just so caught up in my thoughts and distracted by everything afterwards that I wasn’t really thinking straight, and I j-just…I’m sorry.”
Any sense of betrayal Taehyung feels is trampled down by the way Jimin’s bottom lip begins trembling, and his eyes widen in shock before he quickly wraps his arms around his best friend because he knows what’s coming. “Hey, It’s okay, Chim, don’t cry,” he pleads. “I’m not mad, I’m really not.”
“Y-you’re not?” Jimin voice is watery as he blinks up at Taehyung from behind his glasses, and he shakes his head firmly.
“I’m not,” he reassures him with a pat to the back. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”
Jimin nods quickly, his soft red hair tickling Taehyung’s cheek as a bright smile replaces his little pout. “Okay,” he agrees.
He releases Jimin after another moment, and the older smiles gratefully at him before settling back into his original position on the bed. “What else do you want to know?”
Taehyung considers the question for a moment as he lies back as well, flinging his legs comfortably across Jimin lap and lacing his fingers behind his head. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want, but…why do you love him?” His question is weary, tentative, and he expects Jimin not to answer, but instead the older falls silent while he considers it.
“I don’t know,” Jimin admits after a moment. “When I’m around him I just feel so, like warm, in a way. Like my chest feels tight and my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart races, and whenever he looks at me everything else just kind of…fades away, I guess,” Jimin struggles to explain, his eyes dreamy. “And I feel so safe with him, like he’ll never let anything bad ever happen to me. He like, gets me, I guess. And, oh god, he has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, you have no idea, Tae. And I know he seems scary and dangerous but with me he’s so gentle, it’s almost like he thinks I’ll break if he’s not careful or something, and I don’t know, he just makes me…happy.”
Taehyung listens in silent awe to Jimin, not quite sure what to say. He watches Jimin sigh happily while he gazes out the window, absentmindedly pushing his glasses further up his nose.
Taehyung decides he has to speak to Yoongi next to really decide if he approves of this relationship.
Taehyung finds Yoongi in the halls the next day talking with two people by the water fountain. One is tall with a voice so deep Taehyung can hear it half way down the hall, and the other is smiling so brightly it almost blinds him.
“Yoongi sunbae,” Taehyung announces his arrival, and when Yoongi glances behind him, his face immediately darkens upon spotting him.
“What do you want, Taehyung?” He asks coldly, but Taehyung doesn’t let his icy tone shake his resolve. He jerks his head to indicate that Yoongi follow him, and next to the blonde, his two friends snicker and earn themselves a glare for it.
Yoongi looks like he’s debating whether or not to just tell Taehyung to fuck off when the younger crosses his arms in annoyance. “It’s about Jimin.”
The change is immediate. The scowl on Yoongi’s face dissolves into one of concern, his eyes going wide in alarm and his shoulders tensing. “It’s not bad,” Taehyung says quickly, waving his hands to get Yoongi to calm down, startled by his reaction. “I just want to talk about him.”
Yoongi blinks at him a few times before sighing. “Lead the way.” Taehyung is surprised by his easy surrender, but he’ll take it.
Yoongi follows Taehyung a little further down the hall, out of earshot of his friends, who are laughing gleefully at Yoongi’s back and earning a murderous look from over his shoulder as he leaves. Taehyung stops in front of a window looking out onto the parking lot and turns to Yoongi.
“Do you love Jimin?” Is the first thing he blurts out.
“Yes.”
Yoongi’s response is immediate and without hesitation, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to say, and Taehyung is momentarily at a loss for words. He had been expecting some sort of resistance in answering, maybe even denial, because come on; this is Min Yoongi we’re talking about, the guy who probably eats kittens for breakfast and has a collection of severed heads in his freezer. But here he is, admitting his love for Jimin to Taehyung as if he does it every day.
“O-oh,” Taehyung stutters, trying to regain his composure. “Okay. Cool. That’s cool.” He internally kicks himself at his stupid response.
Yoongi raises a condescending brow at him and sighs. “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“Wait!” Taehyung holds up a hand when Yoongi takes a step to leave. “I just have some questions before I decide whether or not I approve of this union.”
Yoongi snorts derisively before leaning against the wall. “This isn’t the Joseon era, Taehyung, stop sounding like you’re trying to arrange our marriage.”
Taehyung chooses to ignore that remark. “Okay, first question,” he begins, crossing his arms and watching Yoongi closely. “How long have you liked him?”
“Months,” the blonde replies, fiddling with the hem of his black tee shirt as his gaze drifts away from the younger and out the window. “Ever since I first saw him.”
Taehyung blinks a him in surprise. “So, was it love at first sight?” He asks with a chuckle, sort of half joking, but he’s once again stunned into silence when Yoongi replies with another simple;
“Yes.”
Taehyung makes some sort of choking sound that has Yoongi looking back at him with a frown. “Are you okay?”
“F-fine,” Taehyung wheezes out, banging on his chest as a cough escapes him. “Just give me a minute.” Yoongi waits impatiently for the brunette’s fit to calm down, arms crossed and foot tapping in annoyance, not so subtlety glancing at his wrist watch here and there. Finally, Taehyung is able to catch his breath and regain his composure, wiping his damp forehead with the back of his hand.
“Right. Uh. Next question,” he clears his throat, and Yoongi sighs in resignation. “What do you love about him?”
This time, he’s positive Yoongi is going tell him to fuck off and leave him alone, but the older boy only glances out the window again, his features softening as he most likely thinks of a certain redhead.
“Everything,” Yoongi finally says quietly, and Taehyung’s eyes widen at how gentle his raspy voice sounds. “I love his squeaky giggles and his tiny little hands. And that smile that sort of stops my heart and makes his eyes disappear into little crescents, and his glasses that always slip down his nose, and those goddamn sweater paws .And how he blushes all the time and his chubby cheeks turn bright pink, oh my god. I love how he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met and yet he doesn’t flaunt it or make other people feel stupid. I love how he always sees the best in others and goes out of his way to be kind. He’s so bright and beautiful, like the fucking sun or something, and usually I’d hate that, but with Jimin…it just…with him it just makes me happy. He makes me happy. He makes me feel…complete.”
Once again, the wind is knocked right out of Taehyung as he gapes at Yoongi, completely shell-shocked by his honesty.
Holy fucking shit.
Min Yoongi, the terrifying bad boy, is so completely and utterly fucking whipped for Park Jimin it’s almost pathetic.