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Jimin never liked traveling, especially during the holiday season. With all the crowds flocking to several ends of the airport, each bump against his shoulder made his skin jump right off his body. Head filled with steam as his blood began to boil with all the commotion going on.
So when he agreed to partake in this business trip, the holidays completely slipped his mind. Of course, the holidays would make this week the business for travelling in the States. All he had to do was to get back home to Korea in one piece, safe and sound.
He tightly held onto the handle of his suitcase, prompting up his bag higher on his back as he walked towards the counter.
“Hi there, I’m here to check in my flight at 9:00PM.” Jimin hid his annoyance in a cheery tone, a gentle smile and kind eyes.
This wasn’t the airport's fault. It must have been difficult for them during this time too. The last thing he wanted to do was add onto that stress.
“Can I see your ticket please?” The woman asked as her eyes stayed glued to her screen.
“Mhm,” Jimin hummed, sliding the ticket across as he held the kind expression a little longer.
The smile on his face was beginning to strain his face. Dropping it ever so slightly, he still tried his best to keep a friendly face. Begging to the skies above, all he wanted was a smooth process.
Get the bags checked in, go through security, and then wait until the plane got here.
A quick in and out, nothing more and nothing less. Though the busier this airport got, the more his worries began to weigh him down. As he looked out the large glass windows, he watched as the snowfall became heavier and heavier.
The bundles of snowflakes danced across the dark sky, each move carried with grace. Jimin couldn’t help but lose himself in the scenery outside. If there was one thing Jimin absolutely loved about winter, it was the mesmerizing snowfall.
“Alright, you’re good to go. Just place your suitcase on the metal scale and we’ll have it board the plane.”
Jimin snapped his attention back to the check-in agent, slightly bowed his head as he mumbled a thank you. Heading away from the counter, he looked around the decorative airport for any directions.
Truthfully, Jimin was in awe of all the decor. Looking above his head, he saw the top half of the beams covered in greenery and soft, golden lights. As if the airport was built on beautifully lit trees. On each side, there was a Christmas Reef hanging proudly. Covered in, what seemed like, a large, velvety red ribbon.
Jimin was caught in some holiday spell, his eyes matched the twinkle he saw in the lights. He knew Christmas could be loving and sweet, but never realized how extravagant the displays can be.
All of a sudden, someone bumped into his arm and dragged him back to reality. Bringing his gaze back down, he watched as the man kept making his way.
“Watch it!” Jimin loudly said, holding his arm.
Scrunching his face at the man walking away, he kissed his teeth as he prompted his bag back up. He quickly made his way towards security. The closer he got to the gating area, the better.
— ♡ —
Finally, he’s made his way to the boarding gate. After that painfully slow security process, he could finally sit down and rest for the next hour.
Plugging in his headphones, he connected to the internet and began to binge different Youtube videos. If there’s one way to push time quicker, it was mindlessly losing yourself into some videos.
As he pressed play on his first video, more and more followed shortly after. First it was simply those funny videos of people falling, then it progressed into variety shows. Soft chuckles escaped his chest as he found himself caught in the humour of it all.
“I love that show.” A deep, savoury voice popped out.
Looking up for a split second, he turned his head and met the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.
Skin like honey, smile brighter than all these christmas lights put together, ashe blonde hair that brushed back as if he was a prince. Broad yet slender all at once, hands large enough to engulf Jimin’s.
Normally, he despised when people would look onto his screen. The invasion of privacy would usually be enough to speak up.
Yet he couldn’t help but smile. All of a sudden, Jimin’s cheek turned a bright red as his jaw clenched. The words in his mind were trapped in his mouth, unable to free themselves from the bars that were his teeth.
As he took out his headphones, he cleared his throat, forcing the words to make their way into the real world.
“M-Me too.”
The man’s eyes stayed on Jimin while the show continued to play on his screen.
“Are you also going to Seoul?” Jimin asked, waving the ticket and passport softly.
The man shook his head as he snickered, “Well that’s what my ticket says.”
“Oh I thought it was just some typo and we were all heading somewhere else.” Jimin leaned back on his seat.
“Oh yeah? Where to then?” The man scooted closer, pressing their thighs against one another.
“To places you have never seen before.” Jimin threw his arm around the man’s shoulder as he fanned his other hand out in front of them.
The two of them shared a laugh as they looked at each other. It was here that Jimin could’ve sworn that he saw a spark fly between them. A small connection that doesn’t happen so often between two random people.
“Y’know, I don’t normally do this.” The man said as he pushed his tongue against his cheek.
“Do what?” Jimin asked.
“Randomly throw myself into conversation with people who grab my interest.”
This caught Jimin’s undivided attention. He paused the video paying in his ear as he shifted his body towards the mysterious man. As he folded his hands together, resting them on his lap, he readied himself for what beheld him next.
“What changed today?”
“If I’m honest, maybe it’s just because of the holiday season.” The man mumbled.
“Being in the airport a week before christmas got you feeling bold?” Jimin teased as he kissed his teeth.
“That’s one way to put it.” The man gently laughed.
“I’m sensing that you’ve experienced something like this before.” Jimin stated as he leaned closer to the man.
The man shrugged his shoulders. A line drew across his face as he rested his arm against the ledge of his seat. While he checked his watch, a small smirk formed from his initial expression.
“Well this is how I see it. You meet someone you find yourself interested in, spend a wonderful night together, and get physical for all of it to get ruined as the sun goes up.” The man begrudgingly said as a gust of wind pushed out of his lungs.
“The holiday season really holds that much romance?”
The man nods, “No one wants to feel alone during the holidays here. What’s better than spending one incredible night with someone who makes you feel like something grand?”
“Huh, that’s an interesting point.” Jimin thought to himself, twisting his mouth as he looked away from the man.
Suddenly, a soft gasp rushed out of the man’s mouth as his eyes lit up. Jimin could see excitement building in his body and jumping right off his skin. Without hesitation, he quickly placed his hands around Jimin’s wrists.
“Let’s make things fun.” The man offered.
“How do we do that?” Jimin asked, face scrunched as he waited for the million dollar idea.
“Let’s use code names.”
Jimin hesitated. It wasn’t everyday that someone randomly chose him for their excursions. This trip was supposed to be simple; get on the plane, get off the plane, go home.
But something in his mind rang a sense of ease every time he looked at this complete stranger. Nothing that could ever be easily explained or thought out, much to his dismay. He was playing tug of war with the decision to join in the game and so far, logic was losing.
He took the bait this man threw for him. Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen if he said yes?
“Code names?” Jimin raised his eyebrows.
The man nodded.
“Why not our real names?” Jimin couldn’t help but ask his line of questions.
“Well that way, when we think about this moment it’ll only make it more interesting.”
He’s never met someone like this before. This man was practically ripped right out of one of those romantic dramas. There was something about this man that intoxicated him, like Jimin drank this tall glass and got himself drunk off the fantasy.
“Here I’ll start,” The man cleared his throat as he waved, “Hi, my name is… Buttercup.”
“Hi buttercup,” Jimin giggled while returning the wave, “My name is Bubbles.”
“Nice to meet you bubbles.” He smiled brightly as the two exchanged their code names.
“Taehyung! Taehyung!” Another man yelled out as he quickly walked to Buttercup. “Thank god I found you! I saw this little baby with this Dumbo sweater but get this,” The man took a deep breath before continuing, “The ‘O’ is a heart! So it’s like his sweater says dumb! Isn’t that hilarious.”
“ Taehyung… ” Jimin repeated in his mind. It seemed rather fitting for someone this stunning to have such an effortlessly remarkable name.
“Yes Joonie, it’s very funny.” He said underneath his breath.
As Jimin watched the other man walk away, several questions had instantly popped into his mind. All of which jumbled together, one making less sense than the other. Eventually, he forced at least one of those questions out into the open.
“Who is he?” Jimin asked as he watched Taehyung’s friend joyfully talk to the woman with her baby.
“My brother, we came here to see some family but we got too homesick.”
Buttercup, or rather Taehyung, released a sharp exhale through his nose as his shoulders dropped down. Throwing his head back up, he carved a small grin onto his face as they started over.
“As you’ve heard, I’m Taehyung.” He extended his hand out.
“Jimin,” He smiles, meeting his hand.
Taehyung’s grip was firm, inviting. Jimin was right, his whole hand was large enough to completely swallow Jimin’s. His touch was warm, sending tingles up Jimin’s arm. He didn’t want to let go, not yet at least.
“But no last names, deal?”
“Deal.” Jimin agreed as he threw a thumbs up.
The two men shared a friendly smile between one another.
“Korean?” Taehyung asks in their native tongue.
Jimin nods.
“I never realized just how big Sung Tan Jul was here.” Taehyung chuckles, looking up at the lights.
“Me neither. it’s all so pretty.” Jimin beamed, looking over at Taehyung’s rich brown eyes.
“I’ve seen prettier.” Taehyung smugly admitted.
“Oh yeah? Where?”
“Right beside me.”
The bright red shade made its way back onto Jimin’s cheeks as he hid his smirk away from this charming man. His mind drew blank as he avoided direct eye contact. Finally released his hand from Taehyung’s, he looked down at his lap.
Instead of loitering in silence, he offered Taehyung the other headphone. “Do you want to finish the episode with me?”
Taehyung grinned, accepting the offer as he put the other headphone in his ear. As he moved a little closer to Jimin, their pinkies slightly touched. While he pressed play, he moved his shoulder to Taehyung’s chest.
Jimin could feel his entire hand being lit on fire, Taehyung’s touch ignited something in him. His laughs from the show stain his face as his other ear is filled with this man’s laughter.
All of a sudden, a chime-like alarm goes off in the intercom. Both men perked their ears up as Jimin paused the video, yet again.
“Attention passengers of Flight 180 on Korea Air, attention!” The intercom loudly announced, forcing Jimin to take out his headphones so he could hear better.
“Flight 180 for Korea Air will be delayed until further notice. We apologize for any inconvenience this may bring. Please accept the vouchers found at the gate agent’s desk as our sincerest apologies.”
Oh no, no, no, no. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. Jimin absolutely needed to get home. All warmth once found in his energy had quickly depleted once the news soaked into his mind.
“Taehyung, hold my phone.” Jimin mumbled as he got up to the agent’s desk.
From the look of it, Jimin wasn’t the only one ready to discuss this change of plan with the employee. A small crowd formed around the desk as multiple people ask their questions. Instead of joining in the commotion, he listened into the answers the man gave everyone.
“We are expecting maybe another hour or two but we cannot promise anything. Please be understanding as we’re trying our best.”
Jimin sighed heavily as he walked back to Taehyung. Slouched into his chair, he rests his chin on his chest. As he refused to meet Taehyung’s gaze, he sank further into his chair.
All he wanted was to just go home. It was supposed to be a quick and simple trip, nothing more and nothing less. Sure, he could’ve handled a surprising interaction, but this? At this point, Jimin was getting even less than he cared for.
“What did the guy say?” Taehyung asked in english.
“It’ll be an hour or two at least.” Jimin says with defeat rested cozily in his tone.
He watched as Taehyung put Jimin’s phone into his jacket pocket. As Taehyung kept his hand on Jimin’s lap, there was a soft squeeze. Almost like he was attempting to comfort the high strung man who just wanted to board his flight.
“Two hours, huh?” Taehyung repeated as a small smile formed on his face.
Jimin raised one of his eyebrows as his nose scrunched up. “What are you cooking up there?”
Taehyung chuckled, “Want to join me?”
“Join you?”
Taehyung immediately got up and put his hand out in front of Jimin. A large, toothy grin is carved into his face as his eyes narrowed onto Jimin. He took one step forward and placed his hand right by his chest.
“Let’s make these hours worth waiting for.”
How could anyone, let alone him, say no to someone so pretty? Jimin couldn’t help but match that toothy smile as he grabbed onto his hand.
“You promise?” Jimin asked, still hesitant in lending his hand.
“I do.”
Taehyung nodded. He raised his pinky while his fond eyes met Jimin’s. The look alone was enough to soften every bit of his body. Jimin interlocked his pinky with Taehyung’s as they exchanged their promise.
— ♡ —
After they ate together in the cafe, the two ran off to the complete opposite side of the airport. Following Taehyung in every step he took, air had quickly come and went from his chest as Taehyung’s giggled overshadowed the music playing.
“Where are we going?” Jimin giggled as he watched Taehyung guide him on an adventure without a destination.
“You’ll see.” Taehyung responded.
Taehyung and Jimin both ended up in an emptier part of the airport. Almost as if they’re landing in their own little getaway, the two men escaped into the moment. Hand in hand, both men looked around the decorated section of the airport.
“Look, a tree!” Taehyung gleefully pointed out, dragging Jimin with him.
The sound of their loafers echoed throughout the area, bouncing off the walls as the two men finally stopped in front of the large, decorated Christmas Tree.
“Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Before Jimin could come up with an answer, he looked over at Taehyung’s beamed face. As the twinkle in his eyes outshine the Christmas lights covering this tree, Jimin couldn’t help but grin.
“Yeah, this really is.” He quietly said to himself.
He lightly squeezed Taehyung’s hand. Right when Taehyung looked over at Jimin, there was a warmth that took over his chest. Almost like he has opened the curtains and welcomed the morning sun with wide arms.
Taehyung turned his head and met Jimin’s gaze. The look lingered longer than either one would ever admit. Still, it didn’t mean Jimin would let the seconds pass by in vain.
He leaned his face closer to Taehyung’s as the space between them slowly became smaller. Jimin grazed the tip of Taehyung’s nose before he became mere inches away from pressing their lips together.
“Wait.” Taehyung whispered.
Jimin halted, moving his head back. His eyes slightly widened as he watched Taehyung’s expression stay soft, fond even.
“We’re not gonna kiss.”
As the words entered his ears, Jimin’s heart dropped to his stomach. Almost like someone had carved out everything from his chest, leaving him hollowed out enough for the cold breeze to be ricocheted off of.
“W-Why?” Jimin couldn’t help but ask. He had to know, even if the answer was something he didn’t want to hear.
“I don’t want the drumroll to end.” Taehyung said as a fond smile made its way on his face.
“Drumroll?” Jimin cocked his head to the side as he repeated Taehyung.
He nodded.
“Am I going to regret asking?” Jimin asked as he scrunched his nose.
“Aren’t you gonna regret not asking even more?” Taehyung rebutted.
Jimin held the nape of his neck as a smirk carved into his face. As he threw his hand off his neck, a small sigh blew through his nose. Frankly, he had little to no idea what Taehyung meant. Part of him began to beg for Taehyung to start saying something, anything really.
“Okay, lay it on me then.” Jimin drew a line on his face as he patiently waited for Taehyung’s explanation.
“Think of it this way. What if the kiss is bad? What if we both hate it and it ruins the romance of the evening.”
“What if it’s something great? Something that makes us want more?”
Taehyung’s smile grew bigger as he guided Jimin closer to his side. Their eyes broke contact as Taehyung looked right behind Jimin.
“Come sit with me.” Taeyung patted the space right next to him as Jimin wore a blank expression on his face.
Jimin couldn’t help but stay frozen in place. The aftershock of the exchange had left its mark on him. He could hear Taehyung’s request, understood it well, but his body refused to move on it’s own.
Eventually, Taehyung guided Jimin to the bench right behind him, both sitting side by side. Shifting his body to face Jimin, he finally let go of the smaller hand.
“Do you know what the best part of a kiss is?” Taehyung asked with kindness in his eyes and sweetness in his voice.
Jimin shook his head.
“It’s the moments leading up to it. Those few seconds where two people’s lips are so close to touching that even air can’t get through. It’s in those seconds that make that very kiss worth having.”
Jimin let out a breathless chuckle as he slapped his hand on top of his thigh. As much as he hated to admit it, Taehyung’s words had some weight in them. He was already swept off his feet from the way Taehyung had taken him into their own little world.
The last thing he wanted was anything, even the need for more physical intimacy, to break their spell.
“I never looked at it that way.” Jimin reluctantly admitted.
The air got thicker as the seconds came and went.
“Let’s just have this one night. This one amazing, perfect night that will never be ruined.”
The plea pulled on Jimin’s heart. The way Jimin wrapped his body in the smooth touch of Taehyung’s words gave him some comfort. The rich, velvet-like voice that came out of this wonderful man made anything he said and asked so savoury to the ear.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
They both let the word lurk around them as the music over the PA system filled their ears. As they locked eyes once more, they tried again. This time, they allowed this particular moment to never end.
While locked in a trance, Jimin nodded. Keeping his eyes locked right onto Taehyung’s fond gaze, he leaned closer to his face. Brushing his nose against the bridge of Taehyung’s, trailing down to his lip. He swallowed his spit, breathing softly through his nose. As Jimin brought his lips back up to the space in front of Taehyung’s, they let the moment linger.
The urge of pressing their lips together for the sake of passion pressed heavily in Jimin’s mind. Frankly, there was a part of him that wished Taehyung felt the same. He held onto the hope that in some other universe, he could have felt the way Taehyung’s lips felt on his own.
“See, all the excitement and none of the heart ache.” Taehyung whispered.
The warm breeze of Taehyung’s breath on Jimin’s bottom lip sent tingles down his spine. He couldn’t help but shutter as Taehyung’s statement took its grip around Jimin’s mind. As much as he hated to admit it, the thrill of being caught up into the drumroll was intriguing.
“Tell me your last name.” Jimin softly begged.
Taehyung shook his head as a gentle chuckle escaped his mouth.
“Why can’t our perfect memory include our real selves?” Jimin quietly mumbled while his lip pouted out.
“Because when it’s too real, it can’t be as magical.” Taehyung answered, barely brushing his lips against Jimin’s.
The two moved back and faced one another. They shared a grin as they both momentarily escaped their spell. Snickering off the recent encounter, Jimin brushed his hair behind his ear.
Looking down at his watch, he realized their time was running out. There was only 40 minutes before they had to check back for updates on their flight.
“We got 40 minutes left until we should check back in.” Jimin reminded them, slowly pulling them out of their cloud.
Taehyung sighed, “So it seems so.”
Without missing a beat, Jimin quickly took their time together into a different direction.
“What do you want to do right now, without thinking about it.”
“I want to sing.” Taehyung immediately answered.
“Sing to me then.” Jimin said as he began to hum a gentle melody.
Taehyung giggled, “What do you want me to sing?”
Jimin rested his hand on Taehyung’s as his hums trailed off. “Whatever feels right.” He answered delicately.
Jimin continued to hum as his eyes grew fonder. He watched as Taehyung prepared himself for their little performance. Starting up his tune once more, Jimin kept his eyes right on Taehyung’s strawberry lips.
And Taehyung did exactly that, he sang. Taehyung’s song bounced off the walls, echoing in the empty yet open room. Singing from his soul, his whole chest created a vibration while the lyrics found their way outside his heart.
Jimin couldn’t help but be entranced by his voice. For someone with a savoury speaking voice, his singing was sickly sweet. Melting right into the palm of Taehyung’s hand, he consumed himself in the sweet music they were making together.
Making its final appearance for the night, the intercom chime began to play. Both of them snapped out of their spell as the two men kept their ears out for the next announcement.
“Flight 180 for Korea Air is now boarding. Flight 180 is now boarding. Thank you for your patience and have a great holiday season!”
Jimin’s heart jumped out of his chest and slammed into the ground. He looked down and the two looked at one another with a blank expression. What little time they had left together was now stolen by the plane they once wished for.
“Should we walk together?” Jimin cautiously asked, already afraid that the answer was too obvious.
Shaking his head, Taehyung got up from the bench. As he cleared his throat, he wiped his hand onto his pants before finding the right words to say.
Before Taehyung could say anything, Jimin quickly got up from his seat and stood in front of him. Looking up, he couldn’t help but pay close attention to Taehyung’s reddened cheeks as he bit his lip.
“Oh.” Jimin whispered.
“I guess this is it.” Taehyung said quietly.
Jimin didn’t want this to end, not yet anyways. There was supposed to be more time, more things to do together. They could’ve had the whole night to make it spectacular. Jimin wanted to hold on a little tighter and a little closer, just one last time.
“I don’t think I’m ready.” Jimin admitted as his mind fogged up and his chest clogged.
Taehyung forced a snicker out as he broke eye contact with Jimin. He held his hands one more time, squeezed them lightly, and released one last sigh.
“We’ll always have tonight. This one, perfect night together.” Taehyung kept his eyes on Jimin’s hand.
It slowly broke Jimin’s heart as he squeezed Taehyung’s hands back. The end of their dream and the start of reality was waiting for them at that boarding gate. But that’s all tonight was meant to be; a fantasy.
For once, Jimin grew grateful to be stuck in the airport during the holidays. He exhaled deeply as he finally built up the courage to look into Taehyung’s brown eyes. Tonight he was given perfect, and he had this wonderful man to thank.
“Goodbye—“
“No goodbyes, okay? Goodbye will only make things real.” Taehyung quickly said with a crack in his voice.
“What should I say then?” Jimin asked as he attempted to contain the overwhelming waves crashing into his stomach.
“Nothing,” Taehyung softly answered. “Just close your eyes for me and it’ll be over before you know it.”
Jimin sniffled his nose but grew thankful that his closed eyes kept the waterfalls in. Clenching his jaw, Jimin signaled a nod to Taehyung. A deep breath gushed out of his nose as the echo of Taehyung’s shoes clicked onto the ground.
After a handful of seconds had passed by, Jimin opened his eyes. Taehyung had vanished, almost like he had just woken up from a dream. Instead of allowing the moment to shake him up, he smiled and boarded the plane.
— ♡ —
That was the truth behind romance. Life was always filled with these special moments. Ones that made someone feel kinder and warmer because of them, ones that made life worth living. The only problem with them was that they were always passing by. And just around the corner lurked a cruel and unforgiving entity known as reality.
But Jimin had an integral part of reality’s show. The entity that kept him grounded for so long had made him come to terms with why tonight was so important.
Boarding the plane, he fought the urge to look out for the man who stole his heart. As he took each step slowly, he kept his eyes directly in front, ignoring each row that passed by him. As he sneaked a peak every now and then, in hopes to catch one last glimpse of Taehyung’s face.
But life didn’t work that way. It was shortly after his short-lived search that he finally made it to his seat. With the line growing behind him, Jimin knew he had to surrender the idea. Defeated, he sat in his seat and kept his eyes on the open window.
Maybe it was for the best that they didn’t see each other again. It’s what they both agreed on anyways. To go against everything that the two of them built tonight didn’t sit right in Jimin’s bones.
The stewardess’s words blurred out as Jimin zoned out the rest of the world. Crossing his arms, he sunk deeper into his seat and rested his head on the space beside the window. Putting in his headphones, he played his favourite playlist and revisited the night in his mind.
From Taehyung’s singing to holding his hand, everything brought comfort to his body. As if someone had draped him with a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night, Taehyung brought him a type of warmth that people would only find in movies.
He didn’t want to admit it, but Taehyung’s idea held some merit. It was all magical, the perfect escape from reality.
All the colour that was once dancing on his face had dripped away. His shoulder became heavier with each sigh he took, sinking further and further into his seat. Tracing Taehyung’s name into his leg, he closed his eyes as the midnight sky shadowed the airplane.
While the plane took off, Jimin welcomed the darkness that came after the lights turned off. If he couldn’t be held in Taehyung’s arms, this was the next best thing.
— ♡ —
As the next day rolled around, Jimin opened his eyes with the weight of Taehyung’s existence in his gut. Opening the window, he noticed the sun beaming brightly. Underneath, the country he called home was right below the plane.
Finally, he was here right where he belonged.
Thinking over the previous night he had spent with Taehyung, Jimin brought his fingers up to his lip. Gently laying the tips of his fingers on top, his heart skipped a beat.
But it was right here when he came to the important conclusion; he had to know Taehyung. He wanted Taehyung more than he wanted to get home. Whether their story had a happy ending or a sad one, Jimin knew he owed it to himself to find out.
Once the plane had landed, Jimin’s mind had been made up. Creating a plan inside his mind, he was at the point of trying anything.
Rushing off the airplane, he abruptly stopped right when he got off. As his breath staggered, he scanned the area around him. Realizing that this won’t help, he took a large breath before yelling out Taehyung’s name.
As if luck finally chose to stay on his side today, the tall man with ashe brown locks and golden skin turned his way. Eyes widened, Taehyung stopped in place as Jimin jogged over with a giant smile masking his face.
“Who said each lifetime only needs one drumroll?” Jimin asked as he grabbed Taehyung’s face.
Jimin leaned in closer and planted a hard, passionate kiss on top of Taehyung’s pillow-like lips. It was soft, warm, almost welcoming. It was even better than he had imagined it would be, much to his delight. He didn’t even want to let go, not ever again.
When their lips part, they both pressed their foreheads against the other. As Jimin took in every breath Taehyung gave, he caressed his thumb against Taehyung’s cheek.
“Thank god.” Taehyung whispered.