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Jimin hadn’t been paying attention for two seconds, before he already heard the next crashing sound somewhere in his apartment.
Oh, no, no, no.
Ever since he showed up yesterday, Jimin hadn’t been able to sleep or do anything without making that guy (could he even call him that?) follow him around like a toddler, which he was definitely not . He was breathing above Jimin. Jimin’s average height. Just using a different kind of air circulation for comfort reasons. You know, the usual.
He had discovered that he needed to be in constant fear of that guy, Kim fucking Taehyung, breaking anything in his shoe box of a home. After Taehyung almost broke the vase his grandmother gifted him in celebration of moving out into his first own apartment, a vase that was very, very, very old, he preferred having to drag around this adult-child, rather than getting cursed by some dusty spirit that probably had a home in all that cozy porcelain.
Jimin sprung up from his bed, just to see the mess in the small niche of his kitchen. He didn’t know what exactly Taehyung tried to do there, he didn’t want to know but there he was. Sitting on the floor, one chopstick in his hair, the other one in his hand. Flour all over him, the counter and the floor.
Jimin sighed, already trying to come up with a plan how we would finance all those painkillers for his migraine in the future. Did fictional characters have damage insurance?
Taehyung, that came from somewhere where the construct of money didn’t even exist, most likely did not.
Now Taehyung was looking at him again. Helplessness written all over his face, an apologetic smile on his lips and those goddamn puppy eyes, that already had everyone weak in his own storyline.
“Taehyung. Didn’t we agree on something?”, Jimin asked, besides already having accepting defeat and began fiddling the stick out of Taehyung’s brown locks before he could try to answer.
“What were you even going to do with the flour?”
Taehyung whined . Did that quite often actually, in the past day and a half he had been around Jimin. Did it in a way that wasn’t even annoying which was annoying Jimin on the other hand. He should be agitated and mad, should have thrown this random person out of his apartment like any other normal human being would have done, especially because he was interrupting his precious weekend off work and studying. But he didn’t. And he didn’t hate it. And that annoyed him.
Taehyung truly was like a puppy, kind of clumsy but sweet and oh, so precious and if Jungkook, that guy he got to know in a night of tears over a new chapter on Twitter, wouldn’t call mental health services on him in a heartbeat, if he told him the real Taehyung was walking around his apartment right now, he’d rub it all up in face that Taehyung was an actual soft boy despite Taehyung’s mostly cold demeanor in canon and it would end their argument about it forever.
Because this Taehyung was most definitely real. In flesh, living and breathing. Jimin maybe had been poking and staring, mouth open, glasses removed (and put on again after, well, not seeing shit), questioning things to test if this wasn’t some horrible trick, but it was not. Not a hallucination either unless Jimin’s brain was really good at tricking him into everything in his apartment nearly breaking. At first Jimin was convinced that his brain had went overdrive with formulas and projected Taehyung as a stress-relief.
The stress Taehyung had caused him then, proved that theory wrong.
Undoubtedly, Kim Taehyung had somehow escaped his 2D home and materialised in the real world.
“I’m sorry, Chim.” Another thing Taehyung didn’t seem or want to understand were honorifics or the concept of formal language, despite speaking fluent korean. Immediately making up this cute nickname and not caring about any of Jimin’s complaints so far. “But you got all these interesting things in your house. I don’t even know what half of these are for.”
Taehyung’s eyes fell on the small vacuum in the corner again. But before he could even think of going anywhere near that, Jimin pulled him up by his sweatshirt, Jimin’s sweatshirt actually. The one he used when he was moping all day and feeling like drowning in his clothes, because nothing else fitted this giant of a man. Giant compared to Jimin, at least.
He ignored the white puffs of flour that inevitably landed on his own clothing.
“Uh-uh, you are taking a bath now.”, he stated, grabbed Taehyung by the wrist and took the few steps to the bathroom, struggling man-child behind him.
“Noo, I don’t want to, I hate this kind of cleaning!”
Jimin gave him a look. “Oh, excuse me, your majesty , for not having sonic showers in my humble home.”
Taehyung smiled, relaxing until he noticed Jimin was being sarcastic again and already about to run a bath. Before any other escape attempts could be formed, Jimin locked the door and put the key in one of the pockets of his pants.
“You made a mess out of yourself, so you’re washing yourself with water whether you like it or not.”, Jimin announced, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.
The only response he got was a grumbled ‘fine’, but better than handling him acting like a wet cat again, after they went out to the roof of the building and it rained yesterday evening.
The tub began to fill up, but Taehyung was still not making any move to undress, just sitting on the edge of it, staring at the water with a pout.
“You do know, you need to undress to bath, right?”
Taehyung frowned at him.
“Turn around, I’m shy.”
Jimin couldn’t help but laugh, but agreed. The door being his only view, he heard the shuffling of clothes dropping to the floor, the water turning off and the sound of Taehyung hesitantly settling into the water and just as Jimin was about to smile out of relief, he felt a hand tugging on the back of his sweatshirt and next thing he knew he fell into the tub. Right on top of Taehyung’s legs, head hitting the tiled walls hard.
“Argh, fuck! Ouch, fucking hell, god!”
But laughter drowned out Jimin’s curses, while he held his head, hissing in pain, Taehyung was laughing. Tears of amusement rolling down his chubbed up cheeks and suddenly the pulsing pain wasn’t that bad anymore. The cute giggling and full show of teeth taking over all of his attention.
God, he must have hit his head pretty hard.
All that left Jimin with no choice but to take a bath with Taehyung. Together. Discarded of any clothing.
Naked.
He really was in a bad movie.
Jimin ignored this as much as he could, hoping that Taehyung thought he was flushing red from the heat of the water and not because he was embarrassed. Because he was most definitely not.
On a good note, Taehyung found that hot bubble baths weren’t half that bad. But “ you all still need to invent sonic showers.”
Later when they were drying themselves up, Jimin having to calmly explain to Taehyung that the hair dryer was indeed not going to burn him and wrapped up in towels, laundry discarded in the basket, they came to a realization.
They were still locked in.
“Taehyung, have you seen the key?”
Taehyung, who was sitting on the counter of the tub again and watching the water going down the drain, shook his head.
Okay, Jimin. Think.
He remembered putting it in the pocket of his pants. But after looking through the whole laundry basket and finding absolutely nothing, he heard, to top it all off, the sound of something that most definitely sounded like a key struggling to go down the drain.
It must have fallen out of his pocket, when Taehyung forced a bath on him too.
Though Jimin still saw it, stumbling over and in progress almost pushing Taehyung on the floor and the towel around his waist loosening up way more than he was comfortable with, he wasn’t fast enough to grab it.
Wasn’t fast enough from keeping them from being fucking locked in Jimin’s own bathroom.
“You don’t know how to break down a door, do you?” Fuck his landlord.
The deadpan look on Taehyung’s face spoke volumes. To be fair, neither did Jimin.
Jimin groaned, sliding down against the door, face hidden behind his arms. Today wasn’t his day.
Correction: This wasn’t his century. Because one could not have this much bad luck in one day or even a whole year.
After ten minutes of coming to terms with dying in a 2 quad meter bathroom, he realized that he brought his phone along. He could call someone to get them out of here.
How he would explain Taehyung being here was something to think about later.
The thing was, Jimin’s family lived on the other side of the country and he didn’t have many close friends. Had hundreds of acquaintances and people he hung out with on the weekends sometimes, but none that would show up at 3am on his doorstep to get the spare key from a kitchen cabinet drawer and free him from his own misery.
None except maybe Hoseok and Seokjin, who were conveniently both visiting their parents this weekend.
He could probably call the police.
But did he want the officers to come and enter an apartment full of manga? Shelfs of merchandise and receive the embarrassment of a lifetime? Definitely not.
Back to giving up on life, he got pulled out of it yet again by a Twitter notification. A message. From Jungkook.
Who also lived in Seoul.
He never met him in person before, busy schedules and all but he knew Jungkook would be awake. Little Jungkook that had the word sleep erased from his vocabulary, the guy who juggled an engineering degree with a high overwatch rank and a lot of hours of playing credited to his account.
They talked a lot, played games together when Jimin was not feeling completely dead from work and school, were actually pretty good friends, but they never met in person.
This was so crazy, but did Jimin want to die in here? Maybe, considering his exams in a few—No.
jk
kook, please you have to come over
and save me. i locked myself in the bathroom.
you what????? LMAOO
[Location sent.]
lol what if you were a serial killer
trying to lure me in?
….
you know what, i’m omw
The university student in preparing for exams phase jumped out.
[key code]
Jimin put his phone down next to him, watching Taehyung who currently went through all of his beauty products, testing out all the different scents and currently finding interest in the mango scented lotion he got as a gift, but hated. Taehyung didn’t seem to think that way, was he happily applying it on his arms.
What kind of betrayal.
“I texted a friend who will come over and get us out, he knows you. Knows about you, I mean. So, you’re going to act normal.”
“Normal. Right….wait. Normal?”
“Yeah, normal. don’t go around asking questions nobody would ask when he’s around. Don’t tell him anything about how you got here.” Truthfully neither of them really knew that. Didn’t know how or if he would go back either.
“Okay, Jiminie.”
Jimin smiled. Jiminie was cute. He was weak for cute things. Let him live.
He was putting his beauty products in order again, having given Taehyung his phone and playing some game, to keep him occupied at least, when he finally heard the front door opening.
“Hyung?”
“Here!”, Taehyung called before Jimin could say anything.
There was a moment of silence. “You’re not Jimin-hyung.”
At least Jimin knew that Taehyung was real now and not just a figment of his imagination.
“I’m here too, Jungkook. My friend is here with me. Please grab the key from the second drawer in the kitchen and get us out of here.”
After a few moments the door moved and revealed Jungkook. Another tall one . Jimin knew what he looked like, had facetimed with him even, but of course he was tall as well.
Tall, muscular and talented engineering student Jeon Jungkook having to rescue him from locking himself in his own bathroom with a character that became real on saturday night at 3am. No, Jimin was not embarrassed.
Jungkook smirked at both of them only wearing towels. “Friends, huh?”
“ Yes, friends!”, Jimin exclaimed, pushing him out of the way to finally get dressed. He hadn’t even thought of how this would look like. Jungkook would never let him live that down.
Taehyung stayed put though, staring at the new man in Jimin’s apartment. Jungkook stared back, only to realize something.
Jimin had just put a new pair of sweatpants. Couldn’t they have let him regain a bit of his dignity before making Jimin deal with this?
“You look just like Kim Taehyung!”
“Because I am Kim Taehyung, duh.”
Jimin sprinted back, pushing himself between them and laughing nervously. “What he means is, his name is also Kim Taehyung. Funny coincidence, right?”
Jungkook did not believe him, but nodded and backed off so Jimin could coax Taehyung into some clothing.
While Taehyung was busy dressing, Jungkook stepped closer to Jimin, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “Be honest, hyung, this is some weirdo who thinks he can be a fictional character, right?”
“What? what, no! He’s not, shut up.”, Jimin whisper-yelled back.
He really was not, but sometimes Jimin wished he was because that would have been ten times easier to explain. Considering Jimin didn’t understand it yet either.
Jungkook laughed, raising his hands. “If you say so.”
Now they were sitting in Jimin’s “living room”. Jungkook and Taehyung on the couch, an awkward space between them. Taehyung still with a towel on his head, sitting cross legged, Jimin settled on a dining chair he had pulled close.
“So, tell me, how did you even get locked in there?”
Fair question, considering he did make Jungkook show up at his apartment in the middle of the night, but that didn’t mean Jimin wanted to answer. He gave Taehyung a look to stay quiet and let him answer.
But since Jimin couldn’t come up with any realistic answer but the truth, he decided to tell him what really happened anyway.
“It went down the drain.”
“What went down the drain?”
Jimin chewed on his bottom lip. “The key.”
“The key went down the drain?”
Taehyung jumped in his seat. “Yeah!! First-“
“It’s a long story.”, Jimin interrupted, smile on his face that didn’t allow any questions. “Anyone want any coffee?”
Conversation ended.
It had been late, or early, depending on how you saw it, Jimin should have seen this coming.
Coffee cup not even half empty, Jungkook had fallen asleep on his couch. It was 4:57am, his Twitter—, now real life friend, was asleep on his couch and Taehyung was sitting on the floor, reading some random magazine that was already months old, but Jimin could see him fighting against his eyes trying to drop shut. Honestly, Jimin was about to fall from the chair too. Not to mention his back pain, dining chairs not being the most back-friendly furniture out there.
The problem was that Jimin had only one bed, a rather small one at that. And his couch. Problem being: two people, one bed. Top notch fanfiction material.
Jimin hated this.
The first night Taehyung had tired himself out at some point and passed out on the couch. Of course, it wouldn’t be as convenient now.
Jimin was a man raised with manners, he couldn’t let a guest sleep on the floor, Taehyung probably not even being a real human or not. But his back wasn’t ready for a night on the floor either. He stood up to pick up an extra blanket for Jungkook, then turned around to Taehyung who was already looking at him expectantly.
At the end Taehyung didn’t mind them sleeping in one bed, was absolutely delighted actually.
Jimin didn’t know the reason for that was, that Taehyung apparently loved clinging like a koala to other people while sleeping. At least Jimin had no problems resting his back because he surely wouldn’t move anywhere in the next few hours.
The next morning, or rather the next time Jimin woke up, he stretched thoroughly and noticed he was alone, no clingy Taehyung crushing his rib cage. His bedroom was dark besides the light shining through the slot between door and floor, but he had invested in some pretty good blinds, so he could stay in complete darkness — emo mode — as long as he pleased, and it could be lunch time or the middle of the night, if he was being honest
The panic settled in soon enough, because Taehyung not being anywhere in his eyesight gave him enough reasons to worry and he threw the sheets back, fumbling to put his glasses on and stumbled out of his room. Thankfully, Taehyung was right there, seated at his dining table, Jungkook on the other side, both of them slurping on some ramen, that Jimin didn’t know he still had in his meager stock of food. They were both staring at Jimin now, questioning looks on their faces. After some silent staring and a sigh of relief from Jimin, that nothing happened to Taehyung or his apartment, Taehyung was the first one to speak up.
“Jiminie, you’re finally awake! Are you hungry? Just, sit down, I’ll get you something!”, he rambled and then went to go and grab another bowl, before Jimin could even open his mouth.
Jimin rubbed the sleepiness off his face, trying to flatten down his bed head that he suddenly became very aware of and made a noise of acknowledgement that sounded like something between a grumpy cat complaint and a purr. Nothing Jimin made up, but Seokjin did after he had to drag Jimin’s wasted ass home and this was, quote, the only reason for him to do it, because he thought it was adorable.
“I can’t believe one of the most popular characters of “Dream in a Box” is calling you by a nickname like that.”, Jimin heard Jungkook grumbling into his bowl and it took a few seconds to realize and process what Jungkook was saying there exactly.
Very much wide awake now, he stepped over to the table, hands slamming on the table, startling Taehyung and almost making him drop the food. “What.”
Jungkook looked up and had the audacity to grin at him. “I know your secret now, hyung.”
Jimin saw Taehyung enthusiastically nodding in the corner of his eye, but could not bring himself to look at him, thousand question marks written all over his face. Jungkook laughed now. Jimin didn’t find it funny.
“My—, my secret.”
“Well, I woke up to Taehyung standing next to the couch, staring at me with his eyes shining bright blue. You know, the thing he does when he’s sleep walking.”
The thing he does when he’s sleep walking. The thing that 99% of the time ends up in Taehyung destroying something . “T-the thing.”
“Hyung, just let me talk.” Good idea. Jimin nodded shakily and dropped on the stool that Taehyung had previously sat on.
“He snapped out of it pretty quick, but it didn’t leave me with much choice because not even the obsessed weirdos can fake something like that.”
Honestly, Jimin was still kind of stuck on Taehyung doing the thing . Because he hadn’t even thought of the possibility of that happening. Taehyung was able to foresee the future in his dreams, even though his visions were very cryptic and most of the time didn’t make much sense at first, all of them had come true in the storyline so far. Jimin didn’t know if he should find it concerning that these happened in real life as well now.
He tuned in again to Jungkook’s rambling of how Taehyung had told him everything that happened in the last two days, when Jungkook got to complaining again.
“I’m kind of offended though, he showed up at your house and you didn’t even tell me anything!”
“You would have called the mental health service on me.”
Jungkook’s scrunched his eyebrows almost comically, lips pursed in thought. “Touché.”
Taehyung, who had been standing next to them and listening, took this opportunity to place down the bowel of ramen in front of Jimin, encouraging him to eat. That seemed like another good idea, was Jimin pretty hungry actually and he dug in, Taehyung smiling satisfied.
“Jungkookie is really good at making food!”, Taehyung commented later on through a mouthful of noodles, when he picked up his own food again where he left it off.
Jimin paused.
Jungkookie . He glanced over to said person, who was definitely blushing at that, cheeks tinted a slight pink. Coming from Taehyung the nickname left a slightly sour aftertaste for Jimin. Weird.
On Monday Jimin faced the next problem. University.
Classes that he definitely needed to attend, if he didn’t want to get behind, slack off and potentially lose his scholarship. Jimin wished he was being dramatic here. The question was what he was going to do with Taehyung in the meantime, because even though Taehyung had been acting significantly less like a curious child yesterday, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave him alone for the day.
Jungkook was out of question. The kid was an engineering major and had classes to attend to as well, he already had bothered him enough on the weekend, though he kept trying to assure Jimin it was no big deal. And maybe, just maybe Jimin didn’t like the thought of them spending too much time alone together.
To his defense, he was really gay and really, really lonely. And Taehyung was his ideal of a boyfriend that suddenly became very, very real and was even cuter in real life than on paper. Jimin took this as a sign from the god of the gays.
He was sitting on his bed, chin propped up on one hand and thinking. Taehyung sat behind him, arms around Jimin’s waist and chin resting on his shoulder. He was kind of like a soft blanket, his long, dangly limbs making him feel small but Jimin couldn’t even pretend that he disliked it.
Taehyung was clingy, loving skinship. Jimin minded it less than he probably should.
One hour and exactly twenty-three minutes later they were sitting in a crowded shuttle bus on the way to class. There hadn’t been many options left for Jimin and after he checked the time at some point and realized he was going to miss his bus and be late, if he wouldn’t hurry the fuck up, he made Taehyung get ready as well and accompany him.
Jimin being an overthinker made this not easy. Fuzzing around Taehyung, making sure nothing stood out and everything screamed normal.
“Jiminie~, you’re doing too much. It’s not like I’m some kind of alien who has some additional limbs.”
Taehyung was right and he thankfully didn’t have any third or fourth leg or a few more eyes than normal but he couldn’t help but stress, considering Jimin had to put together a whole outfit for Taehyung in a matter of minutes, only consisting of Jimin’s own clothing, most of which were tight and short on Taehyung, as if it had been in the dryer for too long. In the end he managed to dig out some skinny jeans inherited by his cousin, who was way taller than him. He didn’t even know why past Jimin got it in the first place and hadn’t thrown it out yet, but it was very convenient for current Jimin. Adding a black shirt to the mix, Taehyung looked passing enough.
Besides his face that was as beautiful it was, literally, out of this world and stunning figure that could have escaped straight out of a Vogue magazine, that he already knew would draw them attention. His school was in the same street as an university famous for its fashion program and their students were bound to be around somewhere, always looking for a pretty face they could use. Jimin would know, he had friends, Jung Hoseok, fashion design major and Kim Seokjin, photography major, exactly like that. That’s how they met.
He was still questioning right now, if he could deal with a mob of fashion design students and being around Taehyung himself all day. Because soft and puffy at home Taehyung was one thing, but styled hair, proper clothes and lipgloss was another.
He was so hopeless.
Taehyung had claimed the window seat, was fascinated by the passing roads and people that filled the streets. Blinking billboards and advertisements decorating buildings and streets wherever your eyes went. Seoul was admittedly a very interesting and exciting city in comparison to Taehyung’s rather dull hometown. Jimin wondered if he missed it. If he didn’t even want to be here, but Taehyung’s radiating excitement distracted Jimin from these kind of thoughts.
He was watching him silently with a slight smile playing on his lips, Taehyung’s skin glowing in the rising sunlight that shone through the bus windows, hair swishing around with every tilt and move of his head, wide smile almost blending, so that all the classes that Jimin would have to smuggle Taehyung in and out of, didn’t seem half that bad.
Yet.
Oh, little innocent Jimin that was blissfully enjoying his bubble of Taehyung’s smile and animated talking, until they reached their stop and had to run to his first class. Organic Chemistry.
Thankfully that one took place in a bigger lecture hall and it wasn’t all that hard to bring someone in that usually didn’t belong along the scattered students that had managed to drag their asses here at eight in the morning. Not even their professor wanted to be here.
The next class went by uneventful as well, some of his classmates giving Jimin curious looks for bringing someone along, especially that handsome, having received some gestures whenever Taehyung had turned their back on them for a moment. But they had stayed mostly quiet aside from greetings because coffee awake was different than I-want-to-talk-more-than-necessary awake.
Of course his third class didn’t go as planned. Calculus. Taught by probably the strictest teacher on campus, Mr. Lee.
You see, Mr. Lee had the eye of a hawk. And he didn’t like anyone disturbing his class. Didn’t like taking any chances with students that weren’t on written in either. Hell, he probably didn’t like the attending of students that had to attend.
But Jimin was hellbent on his flawless attendance and not willing to leave Taehyung outside and probably ending up wandering around campus, for Jimin to form a fucking search party and look for him like a lost puppy.
Jimin had turned around and answered questions of his classmates for one second and the next he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Taehyung was talking to his professor. And Mr. Lee was smiling.
Taehyung pointed at Jimin and now Mr. Lee was smiling at him.
“Ah, Mr. Park. I don’t know where you found this wonderful young man but you can bring him along as you many times as you want. I’ve never met anyone with as much passion for calculus as him. He-“
Jimin was going to lose his mind.
During lunch break Taehyung had to meet Hoseok and Seokjin, inevitably. They had shot him a text in their group chat, to meet up for shared lunch since their classes matched up on Monday and who was Jimin to say no. There was no use in avoiding them, because they liked sticking to him like a piece of gum. He loved them.
Jimin had successfully dragged his very social friend? Were they friends? Anyway, he managed the drag him through the full hallways and straight over the campus, politely declining any attempts at conversation in passing, spotted a free table in the cafeteria and sat down. Taehyung took a sip from the strawberry smoothie he had gotten him, before he slumped back into the seat with a sigh.
“Your classes are so boring.”
Jimin hummed in agreement. “I know.”
Taehyung looked at him. “I think you have to be some kind of masochist to go here willingly everyday.”
What. “What? How do you even know what that is-“
“You left some tabs open on your phone, Jimin~ It’s really interesting.”
Jimin shoved the boxed salad, he was about to eat, further away and dropped his head on the table. Hopefully hard enough to forget all of this. “Don’t talk to me.”
Taehyung had the audacity to giggle at this.
It didn’t take long for the other two to arrive. He heard them, before he saw them. Arms linked, they were sauntering into the cafeteria that Jimin’s school and the fashion school shared for space saving reasons. Hoseok was dressed up as obnoxiously as he could, just because he loved the attention it drew to him. Jin was the tolerating boyfriend with matching personality.
They spotted Jimin quickly, Hoseok’s eyes lightening up when he noticed Taehyung. He had an eye for pretty people. Pretty people he could dress in his own creations.
Before they could say anything, Jimin introduced them quickly. Taehyung bowing his head in response. Oh, so now he could be polite.
“And who’s this little fella you brought along, Jimin-ah~?”, Hoseok sing-songed.
Jin narrowed his eyes at Taehyung as he sat down. He got those ugly folds on his forehead when he was thinking, even though he denied they existed.
“Oh my god! You look exactly like that character Jimin is always thirsting after!”, Jin suddenly exclaimed, pointing his finger at him. He didn’t even attract any attention or stares anymore, everyone being used to the sudden rise of his voice. Jimin stabbed the plastic fork into his salad.
“No, he doesn’t. Why would you think that?”, Jimin pretended, watching Taehyung out of the corner of his eye who had been grinning ever since the word ‘thirsting’ had been dropped.
Hoseok joined the conversation, one hand slowly rising in front of his mouth. “Jimin-ah… don’t tell me you landed yourself a lookalike cosplayer!”
He might take his statement of loving them earlier back now. “Do you think I’m that desperate, hyung?”
Seokjin and Hoseok gave each other a look and Jimin accidentally stretched out his legs and hit them both in progress. Oops.
They continued to eat in silence for a while, except for Hoseok occasionally greeting people that passed by their table. He knew a lot of people. Jimin glaring everyone away that looked into Taehyung’s direction because he did not need anymore “Hey, do you wanna earn easy money and model for me?” or “Oh my god, he looks like that character!”. Not when he was eating salad with bitter dressing and mentally preparing for Microbiology.
Taehyung was not helping him at all, was he smiling back at everyone and even waving. Ugh, social butterflies. Precious.
After a while of uncomfortable silence, Jin cleared his throat. “But, you know— he’s pretty. Good catch, Chim.”
He thought so too.
On the way back from school Jimin had decided to treat himself to some Samgyupsal at his workplace two streets down from his apartment. The owner, Mrs. Park, loved him dearly ever since he started working there a few months ago and regularly claimed how much she would have liked a son like him. She really knew how to flatter him.
She was immediately drawn to Taehyung as well, which was … understandable, going on about how Taehyung was way too skinny and Jimin should bring him by more, so that he and Jimin would gain some weight. Even offered them several dishes to take home with, which they obviously couldn’t decline unless they wanted to get their asses beat.
Seated and surrounded by several servings of side-dishes and meat Jimin was listening to Taehyung talk. At the same time Jimin had been chosen as the one having to grill and watch over the meat. He might have burned some of the pork a little at some point, too distracted by something or someone , but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. Ever. Just discreetly transferred it to his own plate when Taehyung wasn’t looking.
“You know, I’ve been here for a few days and you know like, everything about me, but I don’t know much about you. Besides that you are kinda boring and you love me.” Taehyung said through some bites of kimchi.
Jimin almost spit out his food at the ‘love me’, not even bothering with Taehyung calling him boring. “Love you?”, he repeated, not even swallowing.
Taehyung winked at him. “Hmm, I know everything, Jiminie.”, he replied, tone lilted, before shoving another piece of meat in his mouth. Jimin groaned, not knowing what to reply because he couldn’t exactly deny it. Not when there was a poster of him on Jimin’s wall. Not when fanart of Taehyung had been his phone wallpaper and there was a keychain of him on his school bag.
“I think we should play twenty questions. I ask you something and then you can ask me something, deal?”, Taehyung suggested then and Jimin hesitated for a second but agreed in the end. What was the worst that could happen?
They started with simple questions like favorite colors and food, but Jimin couldn’t help but take the opportunity to ask for things he had been curious of for a while.
“So, what about your visions? Jungkook said you had one yesterday, did you see anything that I should know?”
Taehyung smiled, as if he already knew he would ask this. “Well, ever since I came here I had two of them. Didn’t wanna tell you and freak you out, but they’ve been a lot clearer. Yesterday I could see that you were gonna bring me here, but you struggled with explaining who I am”, he laughed at the memory,” so I made it up beforehand so Mrs. Park wouldn’t suspicious of me and then of you. No need to thank me.”
Jimin was a little stunned because he hadn’t even thought of this possibility, just went along when Taehyung had introduced himself as a close friend from Daegu.
“She would have thought I’m involved with some cartel, I don’t know, I wanted to save you from that.”, he explained further and well, now Jimin was thankful because he loved the food here but also needed this job.
“It’s my turn now!” Taehyung propped his chin up on one hand and made an exaggerated expression that he was thinking hard what to use his thirteenth question for. After a few moments, he spoke up again. “What’s your dream?”
Talk about deep conversations. It wasn’t even nearly that time of the day for that yet, nor was Jimin drunk enough for this, but even a seemingly simple question like that got him thinking.
“Don’t think too hard, doesn’t look good on you.”, Taehyung teased. Jimin stuck out his tongue and pulled a face, very maturely of course.
But in the end there was only one thing, he truly wanted.
“To be happy, I guess.”
Taehyung looked up, eyes slightly widened, not having expected this but then his expression softened and the corners of his lips pulled up. “That’s a good one.”
Their bellies were full and the dishes on the table were almost empty when Jimin asked his last question. “How do you think you got here?”
When Taehyung had abruptly showed up in his bedroom, sitting cross legged on the floor and watching him, while Jimin was still waking up from a nap and trying to tell himself he was dreaming, he had claimed not to know anything. But there should be an explanation and Taehyung should be curious too.
Against all expectations, Taehyung didn’t repeat that he didn’t know anything and laugh it off because that’s just how he was but he avoided his eyes as if he knew something but didn’t wanna tell him. “Taehyung?”
Said person seemed to be in a little conflict with himself before he sighed and looked at him again, and showing an apologetic smile?
“You know, I’m not really supposed to tell you this I guess, but”, he knead his hands together nervously, “I might have done a little ritual back there and asked the.. spirit? I guess, it was a spirit. That showed up to send me anywhere but there and I landed here?”
Jimin was floored. His jaw dropped and he probably looked like an ugly fish right now but he couldn’t care less. Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung from ‘Dream in a Box’. The Taehyung that he had followed the storyline of for years, had done a ritual and escaped the 2D world and landed at Jimin’s place of all places.
“Holy shit.”, was all he could comment on that. Taehyung was still fidgeting on the other side of the table.
Honestly, Jimin couldn’t comprehend any of this, didn't want to comprehend any of this and spend hours asking questions that probably couldn’t be answered to his satisfaction anyways, so he decided to just accept it.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
Jimin ran a hand through his hair and nodded.
“Yeah, I just— okay. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
Taehyung let out a relieved sounding sound. “Thank god, I thought you were going to throw me out or anything now that-“
“I can still throw you out.” He wouldn’t. “So don’t try me.”
Taehyung raised his hand flat against his forehead and grinned. “Got you, sir.”
“Please don’t say that ever again.”, Jimin groaned. He was groaning a lot lately.
Treating himself seemed relative in the end because Mrs. Park refused to let him pay for the food. Saying it was going to be cut from his paycheck, even though they both knew it wouldn’t be. The only one he treated was the pudge that was slowly forming on his tummy.
Later that night, Jimin was doing homework, Taehyung was reading a manga — thankfully not his own, Jimin didn’t know if he could handle that — when Jimin’s phone chimed several times, showing messages of keyboard smashes and his name in caps from Jungkook before an incoming call was displayed on the screen. Jimin couldn’t even say any kind of greetings, was Jungkook immediately yelling into his ear.
“Jimin-hyung! Taehyung— he—“
“What? He what?”
On the other end of the line he could hear him taking a deep breath. “Taehyung disappeared from the storyline.”
Well. Now that answered his question if any of what Taehyung had told him, would actually happen in the manga. “Yeah, I know.”
“Wait, did you already check the spoilers?”
Jimin snorted. “No, he told me.”
The startled sound that Jungkook made, turned the snort into a full blown laughter, that didn’t cease even when Jungkook started yelling at him to stop.
Taehyung hating his own story so much, that he ritualed— yes, that is very much a verb now— himself out of a manga into real life and vanished completely, one of the most popular characters just gone. The funniest part being how unbothered Taehyung was by all of this. He was laying on the couch, one leg hanging off and one propped up, focused on the pages before him. His mouth was slightly parted, pursed into a tiny pout, lips looking really soft and kissable in the warm light of the standing light in the corner— wow, yeah, not going there.
The sound of cutlery against the porcelain of plates and slurping filled the room. The three of them— Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin— were sitting together at Jimin’s small dining table again and eating tofu stew, that Jungkook had been generous enough to cook and share with them. Ever since Taehyung had showed up, they had been hanging out a lot, most of the time ending up eating together and it became some sort of routine whenever they could make time for it.
“So, Taehyung, you’ve been here for a few weeks now, right?”
Taehyung nodded, looking at him curiously. Jimin raised an eyebrow.
“I thought about how you don’t really have any papers. Like, what if you want to work or something happens to you? You practically don’t exist. Except for the manga, but not even there anymore after that ritual, I guess.” The last part came with an amused scoff. Taehyung rolled his eyes at that.
“You’re just jealous I got to change dimensions.”
But Jungkook was right. Jimin had never really thought that far ahead because as of now Taehyung had been happy to stay in his apartment and occasionally accompany him to school help him run errands. He was especially fond of going grocery shopping, much to Jimin’s wallets dismay. But after all Taehyung was still a person and he couldn’t keep him as some kind of pet in his apartment forever and actually, he was kind of scared of being accused of some illegal activities now, because a person without documents living in his apartment probably did seem kind of suspicious.
“Well, how do you want us to solve this? We can’t just go to the authorities and ask them for an ID if we don’t have any documents and he literally doesn’t exist anywhere.”, Jimin asked.
Jungkook had this weird knowing smile on his face now and Jimin did not like it. Because Jungkook was planning something and Jungkook planning something didn’t end well most of the time.
“I might know someone who could help us.”
Yeah, definitely not a good idea.
Shivering and tugging his coat tighter around himself Jimin was following Jungkook through a few abandoned alleys until they reached an even darker one. Jimin halted out of instinct because who in their right mind would walk that way in the late evening when the other way was very much well lighted and not so goddamn creepy?
After walking a few steps ahead Jungkook noticed that Jimin had stopped and turned around. “Come on, hyung.”
Jimin stared at him, but Jungkook did not budge so he gave in with a defeated sigh. He hated this. When Jungkook said he knew someone that could get them— more or less— official papers for Taehyung, he already knew that it would not be legal. But he more imagined some discreet money against papers envelope exchange in some busy place, in the daylight.
That did not happen and now he was walking with Jungkook in this dim alleyway, ignoring the sounds coming from every corner that he probably didn’t even wanna know the origin of to meet some kind of guy, that Jungkook knew from some bar he stumbled on once after moving here. Jungkook said that guy owed him a favor for something he outright refused to say.
Jimin himself didn’t know any guys like that, leaving him with no choice but to at least hope this would work out for them. Even if they might end up getting kidnapped or murdered in this alley.
“I fucking hate this.”, Jimin grumbled into his scarf.
Around the corner, right next to a dumpster — really? They couldn’t have went for a less stinky place? — was the guy they were supposed to meet up with. He was smoking so he probably didn’t even register the smell of dirt and spoiled food. Jimin was trying hard not to wrinkle his nose, keeping his ‘poker face’. He spotted a manila folder tugged under the guys arm, so at least they didn’t come for nothing if it really held what they’d been promised a few days ago after some calls.
“Sorry for the cigarette”, the guy said, stomping it on the ground, ”The darkness just makes me nervous.”
He introduced himself as Namjoon and now that Jimin was looking at him, he looked more like someone that could be going to his school than anyone else. He had a nice dimpled smile and round glasses perched on his nose, a dark green beanie pulled down his forehead, almost reaching his eyebrows. He wasn’t anything like what he had imagined they would meet here.
Namjoon seemed to have noticed Jimin’s confusion. “Uh, I usually don’t do stuff like this, but sometimes the money is tight. Uni and all that, you know?” Jimin did know. And Namjoon definitely gained some sympathy points for that. Especially after he presented some pretty real looking birth certificate, ID and passport.
Maybe Jimin needed to visit some fishy bars and earn himself some favors in the future as well.
“This is horrible.” Taehyung crunched up his nose, lips drawn together in absolute disgust. He looked so adorable, Jimin had to hold himself back from laughing.
“Come on, it's not that bad.”
He slammed the cup on the underplate and shoved it towards Jimin. “How can you drink this? Are you trying to die ?” Disbelief was written all over Taehyung’s face.
He was talking about coffee. Black coffee to be exact because Jimin liked it that way. It was the only thing that got him through the day after countless nights with little to no sleep, spent studying. He might have been trying to die and what about it? Jimin picked up the abandoned cup and took a bigger sip than necessary, burning his tongue with it. He might have wanted to scream but in the end smiled through the pain. Not today, satan, no embarrassment for him today.
“Ew.”
Taehyung had watched a movie— probably had watched like 75% of the movies available on netflix at this point— and then proceeded to ask Jimin to go with him to a coffee shop. On a date. A coffee shop date. Definitely not Jimin’s idea of a date, right? He’d think about that later. Taehyung’s request didn’t really allow any declining on Jimin’s part.
Though Jimin had a feeling that Taehyung wouldn’t like the coffee here either, had he side eyed Jimin at home already whenever he could be bothered to use his own coffee machine and not spend money on overpriced coffee to-go, Taehyung insisted for authenticity. Jimin didn’t know what authenticity he was talking about but he was in as long as he got to see him smiling.
Taehyung leaned forward, arms on the table, chin propped up on his hands. Here he goes. “Jiminie~ can you please get me a hot chocolate?” Jimin glanced over at the people lining up at the counter. There were a lot of people lining up.
He somehow regretted going to this place. He maybe had wanted to impress Taehyung and gone to a very good but also very popular place. Stupid gay.
Taehyung blinked a few times, full on puppy eyes force. God— it really shouldn’t be allowed to be this cute. “Fine.”
“With extra whipped cream, please.” Taehyung smiled wide, leaning back into his seat. Jimin could practically see his puppy tail wagging in the air.
Jimin must have been standing in that line for way too long, because he could have sworn that he saw Taehyung blowing him kisses at some point. What Jimin did not see was Taehyung’s eye roll and sigh when he simply looked another way, not reacting at all. Count on Jimin to be the most dense idiot around.
The waiting was worth it, he got to see Taehyung happily slurping on his hot chocolate, held up in both of his hands, even though that definitely wasn’t necessary considering his hands were probably twice the size of Jimin’s— no, he was not bitter about that— but it definitely added to Taehyung’s cuteness. Could a heart have a boner?
“Here!”, Taehyung handed over his drink. “You need to try this! It’s soo good.” He had pretty much shoved it right under Jimin’s nose, leaving him with no choice but to accept. “So you learn what’s really good, not that hell brew you call a drink.”
“Hmm, maybe.”, Jimin hummed before bringing the cup to his lips.
Setting it down again, Taehyung suddenly started laughing at him. Throwing his head back, full show of teeth, like that night he had pulled Jimin into the bathtub with him. Other customers started looking at them. “What is it? What’s so funny?”, Jimin whined.
Taehyung calmed down after a few moments, that seemed like eternity for Jimin. He sniffed. “Nothing, you’re just— you’re so cute.” He reached forward, Jimin couldn’t even react before Taehyung used his thumb to wipe away some — whipped cream? — from his mouth. Oh.
Then he drew his hand back and promptly licked the white substance off his thumb. Oh.
Jimin’s ears were burning. Gays: 1, Jimin: 0.
Not even fully through the door Taehyung pretty much jumped on Jimin, starling him to the point that he stumbled and fell down to the floor, dragging Taehyung with him, curses filling the room.
“I’m so sorry, oh my god, Jimin, I didn’t mean to—“ Taehyung began frantically apologizing, hands all over Jimin and checking for injuries, any other time Jimin would have enjoyed this — very much so even — but now he was first and foremost confused.
“Taehyung, why?” Jimin frowned onto the now definitely crinkled notes and papers that had fallen out of his bag.
Said person looked down on his hands. “I— well, I got a job!”
Wait, what? Jimin must have voiced this thought because Taehyung began explaining right after.
“So, Mrs. Park called today and asked if you could come in quickly because they were super busy today.” Jimin nodded. “And since you weren’t here I offered to go instead.”
“Right.”
In the end Taehyung had proven himself as a good server, he could talk to people well — scarily so, Jimin still shivered at the memory of Mr. Lee smiling — and promptly offered him a part time job since one of her other workers had quit just last week. Somehow Jimin was convinced that all of his luck had transferred to Taehyung at this point. Well, he didn’t really mind. Taehyung deserved it.
Their first shift together at work went really well. Taehyung's first few shifts had been on different days than Jimin's until one late night saturday shift. The busiest shift of the week except for lunch time, when office workers tended to eat at the place.
Taeyhung was great at talking to people. He probably earned more smiles from customers alone in this shift than Jimin had in all the months he had been working there. And Jimin considered himself pretty friendly.
They were about to leave the restaurant and Mrs. Park was checking the register, when she stopped them.
''So, boys, how long are you two together already?
Jimin sputtered, cheeks immediately burning and just stuttering out nonsense that he hoped sounded like a 'we're not like that', bowing and speed-walking out. What he didn't see was Taehyung's disappointed face and Mrs. Park knowing smile. ''Don't worry, Taehyung-ah. He'll get it soon enough.'', she comforted him, a hand on his shoulder before sending him home as well.
Two weeks later after Taehyung received his first paycheck, he had come home with two bags of things that they ‘needed’ in Taehyung’s opinion, including matching headbands so they could do facemasks together. No, Jimin didn’t hide a fond smile at that. Never. Not him.
On Jimin’s laptop that was standing on the coffee table, played a random movie, that even Taehyung had seen before. It was a romantic one. The kind you cried at and wished for a relationship like that yourself.
Taehyung was snuggled into his side, having personally maneuvered Jimin’s arm over his shoulders, so that he was very comfy under the fuzzy blanket they shared. He had lit some of the scented candles Jimin had, but never used, Taehyung having chided him before that they were wasting away like that.
Rain was hitting the windows, making Jimin painfully aware again how much he liked Taehyung but Taehyung didn’t like him back. Not in the way he wanted him to at least. Taehyung was overly friendly and affectionate by nature. Jimin would be pretty naive too interpret more into that. As much as he sometimes entertained the thought. But it stayed like that, just a simple entertainment, kept locked away in his mind.
He didn’t even know why he had agreed to this movie night, knowing he will suffer unknown to Taehyung. But there was the reason already. Taehyung. It was always Taehyung. He did it because he wanted to see him happy. Everything else would be selfish.
The main characters of the movie kissed in the rain, it couldn’t be more cliche, but Jimin couldn’t help but look at Taehyung. Remembering the first night on the roof of his apartment block and how a sudden rainfall had left Taehyung making a fuzz, like a cat drenched in water. Taehyung loved rain now. Always checking weather reports and forcing Jimin out with him on “rain dates”, as he liked to call them. Jimin wasn’t sure if Taehyung knew what a date meant, had he been using this for pretty much everything they did together.
Taehyung looked up at him, as if he had felt Jimin’s gaze on him, a silent question in his eyes. Jimin shook his head. Usually Taehyung would have turned back to the movie by now, but he didn’t. He freed himself out of Jimin’s arm and sat up next to him. Now it was Jimin’s turn to question him, because what in the world was he doing now?
Taehyung grabbed his hand, thumb stroking over the back before leaning in and closing the space for a kiss. A kiss?
For a few moments Jimin was completely frozen, thoughts on hold and too shocked to reciprocate it. Taehyung pulled back when Jimin didn’t react, cheeks dusted pink.
“What are you doing? I thought this is the moment where your people who like each other kiss! I watched all those sappy movies and they always—“, Jimin shut him up with his mouth right then and there, leaving Taehyung slightly stunned at first before Jimin could feel him smile into the kiss, letting out a happy sigh. There. He got his cliche kiss.
After a few moments they broke the kiss, not really pulling back, one forehead leaning against the other. Jimin was pretty sure he had fallen asleep during the movie at this point and that all of this was a dream. He most definitely wasn’t going to let this opportunity his unconsciousness offered him go to waste now though.
“I really like you.”, Taehyung whispered, Jimin wasn’t sure if he was hearing right.
“I tried to tell you several times, but you never took me seriously.” Several times?
Now Taehyung sat back, full pout on his face and arms crossed. “Jungkookie said you’re just really dense and I should wait.”
Jungkook did what now. “ Jungkook knew about this?”
Taehyung shrugged. “He’s like the only one I could talk to about this. He said you’ve always been a little slow when it comes to this.”
Jungkook should mind his own business. Next time he needs a healer in a match, Jimin would mind it to show him an example.
“I mean, I even tried to seduce you after watching that one tutorial online. But you just ignored me!” Ah, so that was why Taehyung walked around without pants that one day. And Jimin had felt like a real pervert when his thoughts had drifted somewhere else because he did not know that Taehyung‘s thighs were this pretty, always having blended those images out but that was kind of impossible when they had been displayed to him all day long. At some point even laid straight over his lap. Jimin really was a fucking idiot. Not that he was gonna admit that.
He leaned against the backrest, trying to let what just happened sink in, burying his face in a pillow trying not to fucking squeal but definitely failing. Taehyung liked him. He liked him. And he had kissed him and Jimin had just kissed back. Oh god. His heart was definitely speeding up. His stomach turned— did some butterflies live inside there?! He was going to die. Then he threw the pillow across the room, toppling over a staple of books in progress.
It was just really hard to wrap his mind around all this.
Taehyung had been watching his silent but apparently very expressive little breakdown in amusement. “Jimin.”
Jimin ripped his eyes off the laptop screen that he had unintentionally focused on and looked at Taehyung. “Don’t think too hard.” He wriggled himself into the same position again that they had been in before Taehyung dropped this bomb on him. “Everything’s gonna be the same, babe.” Babe? ! “Despite that we can now kiss and have sex!”
“Sex?!”
Saying that Jimin was nervous was an understatement. He shouldn’t even be nervous. It really didn’t make any sense for him to be because this was Taehyung. Taehyung his practically already boyfriend. At least that’s what Taehyung called them, boyfriends.
After the a little awkward confession from him, since — well, Jimin didn’t have a clue that Taehyung actually liked him and wasn’t being an overly affectionate friend — Jimin realized that they had never gone out on a real date before.
“We’ve been on countless dates, you dummy.”, Taehyung had said in response to that and booped Jimin’s nose, but if he was one thing it was persistent. Persistent on cliche.
Because Jimin liked cliche. A lot. And he wanted to have his first date with Taehyung. And if that meant staying at Jungkook’s apartment to change and fret about anything from his hair down to the shine of his shoes there, only to drive to his own apartment to pick up Taehyung, his date — then so be it.
Jungkook didn’t hide how stupid he thought this was, his face yelling — why are we friends again? — from where he sat on his bed and watched Jimin try and perfect the way the strands of his hair fell over his forehead. Emphasis on trying.
“Hyung, you look good. Stop doing that, you’re making me nervous too.”, The other complained and let himself fall back on the bed with a groan.
Jimin turned to him and pouted. “This is our first date! I got reasons to be—“
“Yes! It’s your ‘first’”, Jungkook made quotation marks in the air, “date with someone who already is your boyfriend!”
Well, Jimin couldn’t argue with that really.
It took him twenty more minutes until he was satisfied with himself. He was wearing a leather jacket over a dark green shirt — a few buttons lose, you could never go wrong with that — paired with his almost trademark black skinny jeans. Dark brown hair softly parted over his forehead, being able to fool anyone for looking natural and not like fifteen minutes of plucking strands into the right position. He looked good.
“Go, go now! I have things to do!”, Jungkook ushered him out of the apartment but not without a small ‘good luck’ that Jimin wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear and then a muted “God, why are they so cute?!” through the already closed door.
Jimin had gone all out for this and borrowed a car. Jin’s car to be exact, that he had gotten for his nineteenth birthday back then. Getting Jin to borrow him his car wasn’t exactly easy since Jimin kind of had avoided meeting him and Hoseok outside of school instead of their usual regular hanging out for a while since he didn’t know how to explain Taehyung to them — without thinking he and Taehyung were literally insane — but didn’t want to lie to them either.
Jin wasn’t going to give him his precious car without explaining what he needed it for. And saying date had just dragged everything out into endless conversation. Seokjin was a very curious and nosy person, especially about Jimin’s love life.
With a fucking lot of luck and bribery — chocolate brownies from that one place that almost made him cry with their bill for only three pieces — he had managed to convince him and left with a “Ah, I’m glad I could support the young love.”
Climbing the stairs to his own apartment shouldn’t be this exciting but holding a pair of flowers and about to see Taehyung, he was. He didn’t even need to knock before Taehyung already opened the door.
He looked absolutely stunning. His newly dyed grey hair —thanks to Jungkook that somehow managed to be perfect at that too ,like what the hell — fell in waves down to his eyes, wearing a pale pink colored wide button down shirt and dark wide pants with it, Jimin couldn’t even put into words how good he looked. Jimin looked kind of old next to him. The clothing bill from last month that took parts of his savings definitely was worth it.
“Hey.”, Taehyung grinned, lamely waving.
“Hey.”, Jimin replied just as lame.
Because even with meeting through extraordinary circumstances, they were both pretty lame. But lame was good.
Noticing the flowers — that Jimin was trying not to squish too hard in his hands and potentially let them die — Taehyung’s face lit up, giggles escaping him. Jimin couldn’t help but giggle with him.
The actual date idea wasn’t very special, but fancy restaurants or anything impressive like that, just weren’t like Jimin. He drove them to the Han River instead. It was spring, it was full of tourists especially now on a mild night, summer showing it’s first signs but it was more than perfect.
They strolled directly along the water, hands connected and swinging in between them. Persistent smiles tugging at their lips, that neither of the two were able to keep off. They probably looked like one of those couples everyone got annoyed by. Jimin did not care.
“So, Jimin , what are our plans for tonight, hm?”
Taking a step closer, resting his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder he said, “There’s a full moon tonight. Wanted to check out if it’s even nearly as beautiful as you are, baby.”
Jimin didn’t think he had ever seen someone turn bright pink as fast as Taehyung did right then and there. “You— hey— you can’t just say things like that!”, he stammered, shoving Jimin off but not letting go of his hand. But Jimin wasn’t having any of that and clung back to Taehyung’s back again, arms snaking around Taehyung’s pretty waist. “That was so cheesy.”, he mumbled, but Jimin knew he was smiling.