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this was not how jimin planned on spending his sunday afternoon.
he has the house to himself for the day whilst his parents are out christmas shopping, and all he wanted to do is curl up on their ugly couch with the softest blanket he owns and binge watch all of the holiday movies on tv, sip on hot chocolate and just be overall lazy. not glance out the window when he happens to notice it’s snowing again only to nearly have a heart attack when he sees, almost in slow motion, someone desperately attempting to catch their balance after slipping on ice right outside his house.
jaw dropping, jimin’s heart lodges right into his throat when the person falls hard on the sidewalk, can almost imagine hearing the hard smack of their head against the pavement, only hopes there was enough snow to soften the blow. the brunet rushes to get up, almost cracking his own skull when his blanket tangles around his feet. he doesn’t even think twice when he wrenches the front door open and runs outside barefoot, a harsh shudder rippling through his body clad in a thin white shirt and gingerbread pj pants.
“fuck, shit are you alright?” he shouts, falls hard on his knees while trying to assess the damage without actually touching. jimin’s hands kind of just shake above the boy’s chest, too afraid to touch. a pitiful whimper and a grimace let jimin know he’s still alive. the absence of blood is promising at least, but then again the boy has a shock of carmine red hair shoved under his beanie, so it’s kind of hard to tell. his eyes are screwed shut, and the lack of an actual response makes jimin a bit antsy. he wants to rip the hat off his head just to make sure he really isn’t bleeding out. he finally decides to place a hand gently on the redhead’s neck and chest, leans in close, “hey, hey, you with me?”
dark eyes squint open, flutter a bit before opening fully, blinking up dazedly into jimin’s flushed worried face. the staring becomes a little unsettling, an unblinking sharp gaze flitting around jimin’s face. still with no response and increasingly scared the boy might be having some kind of brain injury unbeknownst to him, jimin almost runs inside to call an ambulance, but finally, finally he opens his mouth and--
“you could almost say,” the boy grits out still prone on the ground, “that i fell for you.”
there’s a string of silence that leaves jimin peering down at the boy in bewilderment, “are you trying to flirt with me?”
“maybe, is it working?”
“is now really the time?” exasperated, jimin sits back on his hunches as he watches the boy sit up, a wide grin blooming on his face. if jimin wasn’t on the verge of panicking, he might have found that cute and endearing and tried flirting back, but for all he knew this unfairly cute stranger was dying right in front of his house, and he’d be none the wiser.
“i’d say it’s perfect timing,” redhead shoots him a boxy smile as he hops to his feet despite jimin’s protests, “i’m taehyung by the way,” only to wobble, clearly off balanced from the ice and from the fall, smile twisting with discomfort. jimin scrambles to his feet just as taehyung pitches sideways, grips his shoulders tightly to keep him upright, “um, don’t hate me, but i might puke on you if you don’t move.”
jimin grimaces, rearranging them so that taehyung can lean his weight again him then heaves out a sharp sigh, “alright, come on,” turning taehyung with an arm around his waist to guide him towards his front door. he arches a brow when wide doe eyes blink at him, “you can come inside for a bit to at least warm up, and there’s a perfectly good toilet you can throw up in. plus, you might have a concussion, and i really don’t want to leave you by yourself.”
“aw, my hero.”
“just call me jimin.”
this was definitely not how jimin planned on spending his sunday afternoon.
once they make it inside, jimin sits taehyung gingerly on the couch, watches as he sighs gratefully at the softness and instantly sinks into the cushions, “god, your couch feels like heaven.”
“are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” jimin hovers, brow creased with worry and not quite knowing what to do with his hands. he nudges the trash can closer with his foot when taehyung breathes a little too shakily.
“nah, i’m fine,” taehyung waves him off, arm flopping back to the couch, “just a headache. the dizziness and nausea isn’t so bad sitting down.”
“it really looked like you hit your head hard.”
taehyung slips his beanie off to run a hand through his tousled hair, wincing at where there’s no doubt a knot forming on the back of his head. he probs at it gently for a second longer before stopping, checking his fingers for any blood, relief filling them both when they come away clean, “well, grandma always said i had a hard head.”
taehyung’s lips quirk at the snort jimin gives.
“thanks for helping me,” taehyung’s ears and nose were already ruddy from the cold outside, but the blush spreads across his cheeks prettily. jimin flushes in response, “is it okay for me to be here?”
“of course, it’s no problem! my parents would understand, i’m just glad i was there to help,” jimin frowns when he notices taehyung burrow further into his hoodie, shivering, “are you still cold? here,” then proceeds to use his blanket from earlier to drape across the boy’s shoulders, “maybe if you wore a thicker jacket you wouldn’t be shivering,” jimin chides as if his own body isn’t trembling.
“i’m injured, be nice to me,” taehyung tries teasing, pouts and wraps the blanket tighter around himself enough to cover his lower face, leaving only his bright nose and wide eyes to gaze up at jimin, voice muffled, “you’re the one that ran outside with barely enough to keep warm. you risked your toes for me.”
“i panicked!” jimin wrapped his arms around himself, truly feeling just how cold he is, feet still damp and prickling numbly, “i didn’t even feel it until now.”
taehyung hums, fiddles with the blanket before opening it wide, “we could share? if you want,” shakes the blanket a bit to coax him inside.
“thank god, move over.”
jimin sits beside him with his feet tucked underneath him and pulls the other end of the blanket securely around, leaving him sitting flush against taehyung’s side. taehyung hesitantly rests his head near jimin’s shoulder, “is this okay? this isn’t weird, right?”
“only a little, but i think i trust you,” jimin tries really hard not to blush, but the longer he sits there the warmer the right side of his body gets so close to taehyung’s, “just two dudes trying to share body heat, no big deal,” taehyung honest to god giggles, shakes with it against him, and jimin goes to grab the remote to resume the movie he was watching before he embarasses himself by cooing or some shit.
“don’t fall asleep,” jimin says quickly when he notices taehyung’s closed eyes, “you’re not supposed to sleep after a head injury. y’know, in case you have a concussion.”
taehyung’s pout deepens, but does as he says and reopens his heavy eyes, nuzzles a little closer until his head rests fully on jimin’s shoulder, “still good?”
“peachy,” jimin tries not to squirm, “you?”
“can’t say i can complain too much,” taehyung shrugs, “could be my last day on earth, but at least i’m comfortable and get free cuddles from a cute boy. one point for the gays.”
“not to be presumptuous, but hypothetically speaking, if you did happen to live another day….” jimin trails off when he feels taehyung turn curious eyes to his red face, “maybe you could spend it with me,” jimin pauses, “together,” he finishes lamely.
taehyung presses a shy smile into his shoulder, “are you trying to ask me on a date?”
“maybe, is it working?” jimin smiles, using his words back at him, smile growing wider when it pulls another giggle out of the redhead’s mouth.
“since you saved my life and all i guess saying yes is the least i could do,” taehyung sighs in fake resignation, curling up just a little closer, “if i had known falling would result in catching a cute boy’s attention i would have done it sooner.”
“please, for the love of god, don’t make this a habit.”