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Taehyung sighed wearily, a hand threaded through his styled hair, messing his grey locks. He came back from a long photo shoot back to their new apartment that the seven of them shared. He fished his keys from his pockets and unlocked the door with a soft kick, peeking his head through the gap in hope that the bang didn’t wake any of the members up. A puff of breath left his lips when nobody came to scold him, he stepped inside and locked the door.
It was late in the night and he didn’t expect to see the light in the kitchen. He walked cautiously towards the kitchen and peeked from the corner to see food wrapped in plastic courtesy of one of his considered friends. A note was attached to the plate, his eyes widened when he recognized Jimin’s curly but messy handwriting. A fond smile lifted the corners of his lips and the gesture pulled at his heartstrings as he read the content. He pocketed the yellow post-it note in his pocket when he finished reading it.
The grey haired male contemplated whether or not to eat his late night food, his decision was quickly made when his stomach rumbled from the lack of food. The male chuckled and chided himself that he shouldn’t eat late at night but shrugged indifferently. He took a seat at the table after he heated up his food. “Thanks for the meal.” and happily dug in his meal, the flavour delicious like it was still fresh.
Taehyung left his plate in the sink when he was finished, telling himself that he would clean it first thing in the morning when he’ll wake up. He snorted at his own promise - he knew that he won’t do them.
He trudged to his shared bedroom and into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He shed his clothes, dumped them into the hamper and opted for comfortable silk pyjamas. The idol came back after his nightly routines and out the corner of his eyes he noticed an open door. Taehyung hoped that Jimin wasn’t waiting for him, he wouldn’t be able to handle the confrontation with the elder without bursting in tears. Their latest fight took a huge toll on their mental and emotional state, it left them with tears and hearts aching so bad that they felt like dying.
It was the same fight, the same words, the same argument, the same actions - the same everything.
Stop hating yourself!
Stop dieting!
Stop trying to be someone you’re not!
You can’t do anything anyways!
Why do you even try?!
You should have ended your career from the start!
Stop!
Just stop!
Just stop everything…
Their fight ended entirely different this time instead of their usual small and petty arguments. Full blow punches were hurled towards one another, jaw clenched and teeth gritted in anger, cries of outrage, profanities yelled at each other without any of them meaning it, tears were spilled, even blood was shed, the echoes of multiple doors being slammed and nicknacks were knocked down out of sheer frustration combined with the red hot fury that clouded their minds.
Neither had felt the need to forgive each other, neither felt that they were wrong.
Not even after three weeks of pure discomforting silence looming over the two whenever they were in the same room, the tension between them built up in thick layers that engulfed and suffocated them both.
Not even after their members tried to reason them into making amends with each other. They didn’t budge and stubbornly refused to talk to one another, opting to send each other vicious glares from across the room that made their members shiver and sweat buckets out of nervosity.
Not even when the coldness wrapped around their bodies when they slept alone at night.
Not even after, not after the darkness that consumed them both and made them drown in their sorrows.
He silently poked his head through the opening and his hyung snoring peacefully on his bed and Jimin who laid on his back, sleeping neither peacefully or disturbed with his duvet tucked underneath his chin. He had more than enough space for himself, yet, he made room for another person to lie next to him. As if somebody belonged there. Taehyung stared for a very long time with longing in his eyes, his breaths labored.
He stepped inside their shared room with a hollow feeling in his chest. In his heart he knew perfectly why, however, his mind refused to believe such things and therefore it was like he didn’t knew anything. Completely clueless and oblivious to Jimin’s struggle and pain.
The grey haired male loomed over the blond’s bed. There was always space for him, even after they fought. Even after this time, even after those painful and hurtful words that they hurled and screamed at each other, words that he knew hurt the elder more than he let on. Taehyung took the bait and crawled in his bed, lifting the yellow duvet as quietly as he can so that he wouldn’t wake the smaller male.
Automatically the blond turned around and faced him, grabbing the warm body that joined him and pulling the younger to his face, snuggling deeper in his chest with his arm draped over his middle and his hand clutched the silk fabric tightly.
He was asleep, Taehyung could tell. It was a response - a response with no thought, something that shocked the taller and made him happy, filling his heart with an undeniable warmth that spreaded through his chest and a fond smile blossomed on his face. How fucking cuter can Park Jimin get? In return he cradled the smaller in his arms like a porcelain doll, afraid if he was too rough... he would break him into million pieces but Taehyung knew that it was contrary of who Jimin really was. Jimin was like titanium; strong yet soft. He buried his nose in the blond tresses, inhaling the rich scent of vanilla and roses that mixed with a hint chocolat. A beautiful and sweet aromatic scent that described his personality perfectly.
He is cold, Taehyung noticed.
Cold, just like him
. A whisper broke the silence of the room. “I’m sorry.” Truly, he was terribly sorry. Sorry for the cruel and harsh words that slipped right out his mouth that might as well had killed Jimin if he wasn’t so headstrong. Sorry for all the kicks and punches the blond had to endure. Sorry for everything he had done. Sorry, he was so sorry, if he could say it a million times over and over until the pain faded away he would do so in a heartbeat. He would, if it would fix everything...he would.
“I’m sorry too.” The blond apologised, murmuring quietly into the taller’s chest, hands clutched the silk fabric tightly - it was almost inaudible but Taehyung heard him perfectly in the darkness of the night. Jimin did not only forgive him, he also blamed himself for the argument Taehyung had started.
Taehyung didn’t want that - he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, not after everything he had said and done. But when Jimin lifted his head from his chest to stare straight into his own deep brown eyes that held so much pain, sorrow and sadness that mirrored that of his own. He smiled, a smile that meant forgiveness, a smile that meant hope and eternity. A smile that meant everything to Taehyung, a smile he loved oh so dearly.
The taller returned the smile with his own boxy one, and suddenly they found themselves too tired for words. A small and fleeting kiss was shared as they whispered their love to one another. Immediately everything felt complete again, the puzzle piece was placed back where it belonged.
In those moments he could say that he fell in love with Park Jimin yet again.
(Let’s go on for a long time)