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At 10:43 pm, Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment door opens with a squeak as the 26-year-olds walk inside. They’d decided to come home early from clubbing, their fun night out cut short by a drunk guy at the bar who’d rudely asked Taehyung to dance and proceeded to yank on his arm when he’d refused. Jimin had stepped in, having spotted the event while he was getting them both a second drink at the bar, and got the attention of security to escort the man from the club. Concerned, Jimin had checked on Taehyung who’d said he was okay but wanted to go home now that the night had lost its playfulness. They’d hailed a taxi and rode the 20 minutes back to their shared apartment.
“Tae, you want another drink? I think we’ve got some soju in the fridge, maybe ice cream too.” Jimin calls out, stepping out of his well-worn Chelsea boots, sock-clad feet padding across the hardwood towards the kitchen with a chuckle. They probably shouldn’t eat after 10 but who cares, it’s Friday night after all. He glances over his shoulder when there’s no response, and pauses in his trek to the fridge. His blue-haired best friend and soulmate is standing by the door, slowly removing his own shoes. His bangs cover his eyes, but Jimin watches Taehyung pull off his jacket, draping it over his arm as he disappears into his bedroom down the hall without a word.
“Hm,” Jimin hums, switching directions as he makes his way to his own room to change into something comfier. After wiping off his makeup and changing into a sleep tee and joggers, he passes their shared bathroom and enters Taehyung’s room. The younger is tossing his black jeans onto the floor next to the closet, seemingly too tired to deal with them until tomorrow. Jimin can’t blame him, but he just prefers to put them back in his closet at the end of the day. Taehyung is now dressed in an oversized black tee and shorts, showing off his long legs and bare feet. His face is still layered in makeup from their outing and Jimin finds that odd. Sure, Tae likes his comfy clothes, but he’s always preferred taking off his makeup first.
“You forgot your makeup.” Jimin speaks, and Taehyung turns, eyes flitting up to Jimin’s face, then down to fiddle with his rings, before removing them and setting them on his nightstand with a clink.
“Um, I was kinda hoping you could do it?” Taehyung waits, expecting Jimin to say no. Jimin blinks, surprised at the request but happy to help nonetheless.
“Sure. I’ll get the wipes.” Jimin responds, slipping past Tae to grab the younger’s wipes from his bathroom cabinet. They’re easy to find, they both know each other’s rooms like their own.
Once he returns, he sits on the other boy’s bed criss-cross applesauce, while Tae sits directly in front of him, one leg dangling off the side. Opening the package, Jimin pulls out a wipe and unfolds it, before gently taking Taehyung’s face in his other hand. Humming a tune he heard on his Spotify account earlier that day, he uses gentle strokes to remove the makeup from Taehyung’s forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and chin. The younger keeps his eyes shut the entire time, feeling a lump form in his throat. This is exactly what he’d been afraid of. He’d wanted Jimin to do this, wanted to feel taken care of by the action, pampered even if it’s just removing makeup.
Taehyung knows why he’d asked. Deep down Jimin probably knows too. For the last few years, Taehyung has been struggling with loneliness. His toxic boyfriend dumped him almost two years ago, causing a lot of emotional turmoil within Taehyung. Nowadays he only really spends time with Jimin or the occasional visiting friend. He struggles to keep a relationship, each date always finding something “wrong” about him. Some say he’s not thin enough, while others say he doesn’t have enough muscle. He’s too clingy, too quiet, too sensitive. He’s “not enough” when he denies them sex on the first date, even though his past has given him good reason not to get that intimate after one conversation.
So, wanting to be touched softly, gently, and with care as Jimin is doing isn’t too much to ask, is it? He’s so tired of feeling like he’ll never find someone who’ll appreciate him for who he is, tired of feeling like he’ll never be enough. Never be what others want him to be.
“Tae? Hey,” Jimin whispers, Taehyung opening his eyes and staring back at Jimin’s worried ones. He hums, and Jimin lifts a hand, thumbing across his cheek. It comes away wet and that’s when Taehyung realizes he started crying while Jimin was finishing removing his makeup.
“Are you okay?” Jimin asks, gently taking Tae’s hand in his smaller one. Tae looks away, the lump in his throat uncomfortable as he tries not to cry at the empty, gaping feeling in his chest. “Hon, is it cause of what happened earlier? I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole, he shouldn’t have grabbed you like that…”
Taehyung shakes his head. More warm tears fall down his cheeks and Jimin’s heart hurts watching his best friend deal with whatever’s running through his head.
“No-” Tae croaks, voice cracking. “Not that.” He sniffles, moving forward and wrapping his arms around Jimin, holding him tightly. The purple-haired boy rubs Tae’s back softly, holding him warm and gentle, now in his lap. “Okay, shh. Whatever’s wrong we can fix it, okay?”
Taehyung shakes his head. “We c-can’t, no one wants me.” He cries, breath hitching as he cries against Jimin’s soft black t-shirt.
“What? That’s not even true honey, I do. You’re my soulmate. I love you.” Jimin says, trying to sound cheerful for his dongsaeng. Taehyung shakes his head.
“No, not like that- it’s… I can’t even keep a relationship going, they always find something they hate about me. I’m too quiet, or too fat or-” his breath hitches and he starts to continue, but Jimin cuts him off.
“Stop, Tae. That’s not true, baby. I know it’s been really hard, but those guys were assholes to you, calling you things like that. They didn’t appreciate you for who you are, and they don’t deserve you. You’re so much better than them and what they say about you.” Jimin pauses, leaving a kiss on Taehyung’s head, and stroking his spine up and down with his hand. He feels Taehyung slump a little more in his embrace, the exhaustion setting in.
“I’m just tired of it, I don’t like feeling lonely and like I’m not enough,” Tae sniffles, wiping his eyes as Jimin rocks him gently from side to side. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.” The boy rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder, soft breaths puffing against Jimin’s collarbone. It reminds him of a cute, sleeping dragon.
Jimin can only imagine how long Taehyung’s been keeping these thoughts in. The younger had been in a toxic relationship, and rarely talked about it, but the one time he had, they’d been in a similar position on the living room couch while Tae recalled some of the horrible things his boyfriend had said to him over their almost two-year relationship. His self-esteem was damaged, as well as his excitement and impulsiveness towards new relationships.
Jimin sighs in defeat. “Tae, I’m sorry hon. Is there something I can do to help?” He whispers, his hand previously running along Taehyung’s back now combing through the younger’s bright blue hair. It had been an impulsive decision on Jimin’s part, as he’d forced Tae to dye it when he’d dyed his own a bright purple. It hadn’t worked to cheer Tae up as much as he’d hoped.
“Can we just cuddle?” Taehyung whispers, his voice sounding as tired as his mind is. Jimin hums in acknowledgment and helps Tae sit up.
“Can I get us some tea first? It might help you sleep.” Taehyung nods and Jimin helps him under the covers of the queen size bed before heading to the kitchen to turn on the boiler.
~~~
It’s been a few hours since they both fell asleep. Taehyung had accidentally dozed off while Jimin was making tea and Jimin had been too soft-hearted to wake him up after the progression of the night. He’d continued to pet Tae’s hair until he had also drifted, the two of them curled up like kittens with their limbs entwined.
When Jimin wakes around midnight, it’s to big, glossy eyes looking into his own tired ones, looking so vulnerable and sad that Jimin feels his heart lurch in his half-asleep concern.
“Oh, baby, hey it’s okay,” Jimin whispers and shifts, pulling Tae closer so Tae lays comfortably with him, blue head rested on Jimin’s chest.
“Please, Minnie.” Tae’s voice is so quiet it sounds like a hummingbird’s wings fluttering.
“Please what, Tae?” He whispers back, arms wrapping close around his friend to provide whatever comfort he can.
“Take care of me,” he whispers. The bedroom is quiet besides their breathing and the low din of midnight traffic on the city streets.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstep Tae.” Jimin replies. He knows what Taehyung is asking for. They haven’t done this in years, not since they were teens, but Jimin thinks that Tae must really want this to ask for it after so long without.
“It’s okay. Please Jimin?” Taehyung lifts his head to look in Jimin’s direction, but the darkness of the room makes it hard to see each other’s eyes.
“Okay, but please stop me if anything changes. Promise me.” He waits and Taehyung nods, the movement felt in the dark. Jimin leans forward, lips making contact with Taehyung’s forehead before holding Tae by the waist and moving him closer, laying half his body weight on himself.
“C’mere baby,” Jimin whispers, their legs tangled so that Jimin’s thigh rests against Taehyung’s groin, the pressure just barely there until Tae lets his weight fully rest on Jimin, chest to chest, hands on his shoulders. The weight change releases a soft moan from the younger, and Jimin’s hand tightens where it grips Taehyung’s waist, the other coming up to cup his cheek as he leans up and kisses Taehyung on the lips softly. Their noses knock together, Jimin letting out a slight laugh at the collision.
Their kiss is slow, soft, and gentle, and Taehyung feels butterflies flutter in his stomach, giddy on the feeling he’s only ever felt once when he first started dating his ex-boyfriend.
As the two continue kissing, the feeling turns sour quickly, and Tae’s body tenses on top of Jimin’s. Pulling away from Taehyung, Jimin reaches out and turns on the bedside light so he can see his friend better. The two boys adjust to the increase in light, both blinking as tears spring forth. Jimin looks at Taehyung concerned and reaches up to cup his soft cheek. “What is it?” He asks softly.
“Jimin, I-” Taehyung starts, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of Jimin’s shirt in front of him. “I’m scared. I want this but- but after him,” he swallows a lump in his throat, “I haven’t done anything since.”
Jimin’s gaze softens, eyes so fond and a little bit sad, too. “It’s okay Tae. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”
Taehyung’s eyes flit up to Jimin’s kind ones and then back down to his hands. He leans forward slightly, pressing a faint kiss to Jimin’s neck. It feels reluctant. He knows he’s scared, but the other part of him wants to prove to Jimin that he can love without getting hurt.
“Okay, just slowly please.” He murmurs.
“Sure, hon. Is this okay? Where am I allowed to touch?” Jimin asks, voice soft and gentle, how he wants Taehyung to feel. Taehyung blushes and Jimin wants to coo at his best friend for looking so embarrassed but so endearing all at once.
“Um, anywhere is fine,” Taehyung’s blush deepens, “just…not my wrists or neck.” He says and has to remember to breathe.
“Okay.” Jimin nods, before leaning in closer, the two bright-haired boys’ lips connecting once again while their eyes flutter shut. This time, Taehyung lets himself start to indulge in the feelings. Jimin’s soft lips, moving swiftly against his own. Taehyung sighs into it, leaning closer as the butterflies in his stomach fly around a second time. Jimin’s hand slides up from his waist, cupping his jaw with those small hands and holding him so soft. As Jimin slips his tongue in Taehyung’s mouth, the blue-haired boy lets out a moan, fireworks exploding in his mind. His ex-boyfriend had never made him feel like this.
“That’s it, you sound so pretty,” Jimin murmurs between kisses. Taehyung shivers. He wants so much, all at once. His hands slide down from Jimin’s shoulders, resting on his firm chest. He can feel Jimin’s heart beating quickly under his fingertips. He’s excited, too.
“Jimin,” he whines, fingers grasping for anything, accidentally tugging on the boy’s shirt. Jimin pulls away, glancing at Taehyung with a question in his gaze. He’s panting softly, lips plump and pink from their kissing. Taehyung realizes he’s never seen Jimin like this. He thinks it’s another predictable display of beauty for his best friend who is the Park Jimin.
“Tae?” Jimin calls him out of his daydreaming and Taehyung blinks, looking back at Jimin, waiting. He hums in answer. “You want this off?” Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow and he looks down where Jimin holds his smaller black shirt in his fist.
“W-what-?” He straightens up a bit, nerves short-circuiting at the thought of this progressing.
“Do you want skin contact, baby?”
Gentle. Soft. Jimin. Yesyesyes.
“Y-yes…I mean, uh…” He rushes out and has to slow down. Jimin giggles softly and Taehyung’s heart swells. He loves that sound. He loves how easy it can be with Jimin. Wants to feel how he used to when they were younger and things were easier. Pressed together on his single bed during sleepovers, laughing at stupid jokes and wondering who would have the first girlfriend when they were older, only for both to later come out as gay. Running around in the park, then coming home and laying on the living room floor in shorts or boxers, shirts forgotten in the heat of the summer, and curling up to watch old videos on the camera Jimin’s parents had bought him to record his childhood memories.
“It’s okay Tae, whatever you want. It’s just me, remember?” Jimin plays with his blue hair and Taehyung wants to tingle at the affection he’s missed for so long.
Taehyung nods. Whispers, “um, can you..?” His eyes flick to Jimin’s shirt and Jimin smiles reassuringly, letting go of Tae’s waist and hair to lift the hem up and over his head. The shirt lands somewhere on the floor, and Jimin taps his diaphragm.
“C’mere Tae.”
“O-okay.” They maneuver so they’re laying down a bit more, Jimin’s head resting on the pillows while Tae’s rests on his bare chest. Jimin presses kisses to Tae’s head as he settles.
The younger’s eyes shut, and he feels serenity settle in his bones. He pushes his face closer to Jimin’s skin, nuzzling his stomach with a happy sigh as Jimin’s vanilla body wash floods his senses. His skin is so soft. Squishing his cheek against it, he lets himself exist in the space they’ve created. They’re alone and safe, and Taehyung thinks he hasn’t felt this calm in years.
“Sweet boy, you deserve so much,” Jimin murmurs, running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, drawing over the bridge of his nose, down his jaw, over his shoulders, down his back. The cotton tickles his skin and his heart clenches.
“Can you take it off?” He whispers, holding his breath as his eyes stay shut.
“Your shirt?”
Taehyung nods, and Jimin hums affirmingly, helping maneuver him so he’s sitting with his back to Jimin’s chest, body sitting between the older’s legs. The purple-haired boy drags the hem up slowly over Taehyung’s stomach. Once the other has lifted his arms and it’s over his head, he hears a soft intake of air.
“Tae, you’re so pretty, you have no idea.” Jimin whispers, arms wrapping around his own to hold his hands in his smaller ones. He presses soft kisses to Taehyung’s shoulders, holding him delicately.
Staring down at his chest and stomach, Taehyung is reminded of the dates that went wrong. The date who said he was too pudgy and didn’t have abs. The date that claimed his body was too small to be a top. He knows Jimin sees him differently, but after the last few years, how can he believe it? How can his mind let him?
Tears fill his eyes once again, and he feels cold, wishes he could let himself be wrapped in Jimin’s arms like this, bare and still feeling secure. But that’s not how he feels, and he wishes it was.
Jimin traces patterns over his stomach and he can’t help it when tears slip down his cheeks. Shame fills his chest as he remembers all the failed workouts, the limited glances in the mirror unless something was covering his body from head to toe.
"Please stop, don't praise me for this, I wanna be distracted, please jimin…” He mumbles, taking Jimin’s hands in his own and pulling them away from his stomach.
“Tae, hon, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, um,” Jimin pauses, and Taehyung just feels worse cause his best friend was just trying to help.
“Please don’t cry,” Jimin whispers, pressing a kiss to his nape. “Turn around,” Jimin suggests, helping Tae so he’s facing Jimin. He feels Jimin’s gaze on his body, hiding his stomach with his arms. More tears slip down his face, but Jimin wipes them with his thumbs, pressing kisses to his cheeks with care.
“Can I have my shirt b-back please?” His skin buzzes, anxiety flowing through his skin at the amount of skin showing. He thought he’d be fine.
“Yeah Tae, here.” Helping him put it back on, Tae’s hands are shaking.
“Um…” He whispers, throat dry. He shifts until he can get up from the bed, moving a few steps to the closet to grab his favorite sweater and slipping it on as he comes back to the bed where Jimin waits, an unreadable expression on his face. The older is still naked up top, and Taehyung isn’t sure what to do about that. He climbs back onto the bed, settling tiredly into the previous position with his back to Jimin’s chest. His soulmate wraps his arms around him, this time sure to not touch his stomach, only hold his hands and stay silent.
Taehyung turns on his side, curling up in a ball while his head rests on Jimin’s warm tummy, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. He holds onto Jimin’s hands tight, afraid that he’ll leave him too.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers and Jimin sighs sadly, holding his soulmate tighter.
“No, Tae.” Jimin squeezes his hand. Tae squeezes back. “I only want you happy .” Jimin whispers, throat in a knot as he attempts to resist the tears held at bay.
“It’s not just my stomach,” Tae whispers, tears dripping onto Jimin’s skin as he sniffs. Jimin’s hand squeezes again.
“What do you mean, hon?” Jimin rubs his thumb across Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung’s chest feels tight.
“My…” The lump in his throat is overwhelming. “My…I’m too big.” He cries, shoulders starting to shake as he speaks. “They said my…” he gestures below his stomach, “is too big, I should be a top with t-that size. Said that I shouldn’t have it if I’m not gonna use it.” He feels Jimin’s hand pull away, and his heart stutters. Will Jimin leave too, now that he knows?
“Oh Tae...” Jimin whispers, heartbroken. “Sweetheart, how many times do I need to say that you’re perfect and beautiful the way you are for you to see it?” Jimin rubs Taehyung’s back, tears now slipping down his own face. “Fuck, you are beautiful Tae.” His voice warps. “You are kind, loving, strong, passionate. You are so much more than your body. There’s nothing wrong with you, or your body. I wish you could see yourself how I do.”
Jimin leans down, gently lifting Taehyung’s head from his stomach and wrapping his arms around the younger, squeezing tight. Taehyung sobs, gripping Jimin’s back just as hard. It never used to be this awful. He used to love how he looked, or in the very least like his appearance. Now he can’t even look at himself, very rarely has sex and when he does he always tells the other man he prefers being fucked from behind. They’d thought it was a kink, but he really just couldn’t bear to look at himself. Somewhere along the way it got to the point where he couldn’t even look down when using the bathroom. It was just too much to be stuck with a body no one liked, no one wanted.
His chest hurts, his hands won’t stop shaking where they hold onto Jimin’s warm body. He hates that his body never feels right, wishes he could disappear in Jimin’s arms.
Jimin’s eyes widen in worry, Taehyung’s breathing now sharper after identifying his body dysphoria out loud. Jimin’s arms hold Taehyung closer, attempting to help the younger boy feel grounded as he whispers comforts into his hair.
“Jimin, make it stop-” The boy whispers, and more tears fall as Jimin hurts for his soulmate, his best friend. If only he’d realized sooner that his Taebear felt this horrible.
“I’m here.” He whispers, holding him close and promising he’ll never let go as long as Taehyung needs him. He’ll stay forever if he has to.
~~~
Once Taehyung has stopped crying, it’s with a tired moan that he gets out of bed to go shower with Jimin. The older had recommended it and even at almost 2am, he has to agree. He never sleeps well when he feels gross and they had both planned to shower after going out clubbing. Even after the turn of events, it was still a good idea for both of them to shower before some well-needed sleep.
As Taehyung follows Jimin to the bathroom to get undressed, he watches as Jimin scoots past him to leave and he swipes for Jimin’s hand before he’s able. “Where are you going?” He asks, honestly a bit scared to be alone with his thoughts.
“Oh, uh, I was gonna let you shower. I didn’t want to overstep.” Jimin replies, as steam starts to form from the hot shower water. He stands there, Taehyung still holding onto his fingers. Taehyung drops them quickly as he realizes. They never shower together otherwise. Why would tonight be any different?
“Right. Yeah, that makes sense.” Taehyung continues. He stares at the counter in front of him, waiting for the other to make a decision. When nothing happens, he looks up and finds Jimin thinking, brows furrowed in thought.
“Tae?” He waits.
“Yeah?” Taehyung says.
“Can I join you? You don’t have to say-”
“Yes,” Taehyung responds before Jimin can finish. Jimin nods, smiling and moving forward, wrapping his arms around Taehyung in a hug.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He whispers. Taehyung has to blink back the hot tears that try to appear for the third time tonight. He nods against Jimin’s shoulder before they get undressed and step into the soothing warm water.
After they’ve washed and conditioned their hair - the color turning the water blue and purple - Jimin grabs the body wash, lathering it up in his hands, and starts to drag his palms along Taehyung’s arms. Said boy smiles softly, kissing Jimin’s collarbone where his face presses up against Jimin’s wet skin. He snakes his arms around Jimin’s waist, closes his eyes, and lets the older wash him, even his soft tummy and thighs as long as he doesn’t look at himself. When Jimin starts to reach away from his thighs, Taehyung blurts out his name.
“Yeah, hon?” Jimin lets his hand rest on the outer skin of Taehyung’s thigh, warm against his clean skin. Waiting. Taehyung’s heart beats rapidly in his chest.
“Can…can you touch me please?” He says, lips just below Jimin’s ear. Jimin is surprised to say the least.
“Tae, wha-” He starts.
“Please? I need it, please Jimin, I need to forget for a few minutes.” Taehyung whispers, the water running over their bodies going pitter-patter like rain on leaves.
Jimin thinks for a moment, before nodding. “Okay. It’s fine.” He may not think it’s the best idea, but he’s willing to help his best friend in any way he can at this point. “Relax for me, baby.” He whispers, his hand moving between their bodies, until it gently touches Taehyung’s soft cock. Taehyung whimpers as Jimin wraps his hand loosely around it, starting to stroke him slowly. He moves his hand up and down, feeling Taehyung growing hard under his fingers. The younger’s hips slightly cant into the feeling, his body feeling pleasure that he hasn’t felt in a long time.
“Jimin,” he whimpers, the older boy starting to stroke more firmly as Taehyung reaches full hardness fairly quickly. The feeling of Jimin’s hand around his cock is too good.
“That’s it, baby,” Jimin circles his fist around the head, the precum mixing with the water dripping down Jimin’s hand. Taehyung’s face is still buried in Jimin’s neck, eyes clenched shut as he feels the pleasure building. The heat in his gut builds, and he imagines how his cock would feel inside Jimin’s mouth.
“Nghh,” He bucks into the other’s hand, Jimin flicking his wrist at a quicker pace. Tae’s cock is throbbing, head leaking steadily, and flushed a pretty pink color.
"I know you're tired honey, just let yourself feel good. I've got you,” Jimin says, voice raspy as he watches his best friend growing closer. Taehyung can feel his orgasm building, Jimin’s hand wrapped around his cock. His head feels fuzzy, leaning into the pleasure with all he has.
"J-jimin, please," he whimpers, legs shaking as Jimin tugs at his cock with smooth, firm strokes. He hasn’t felt this good in so long.
"I'm not stopping Tae." Jimin presses kisses on Taehyung’s shoulder, his free hand holding the boy’s back comfortingly. "That's it. My good boy." Jimin whispers, the water starting to turn cold but Jimin doesn’t want to stop Tae’s pleasure for one second.
Taehyung whimpers again, his legs trembling as he hurtles towards his orgasm. "Jimin-" Tae cries out, panting as Jimin's hand squeezes tighter.
"Cum for me, love,'' Jimin whispers and Taehyung orgasms with a cry, spilling white over Jimin's hand and stomach, panting heavily against his neck. Jimin milks him until he’s groaning in overstimulation, then gently letts go of Taehyung’s cock and lets the water wash the cum from his fingers. He pulls Taehyung’s head from his neck, looking at the beautiful blissed out expression adorning Taehyung’s face now. There’s tears on his face, water having dried as a result of his face being hidden from the spray.
Jimin coos at the boy, pushing his hair away from his forehead and planting a kiss on his nose. “Feel better?” He asks. Taehyung nods, before a conflicted expression crosses his face and he bites his lip. “What is it?” He asks Taehyung, who blushes in response.
“Um, I gotta pee.” He mumbles, and Jimin wants to hug the boy.
“That’s okay, not like I’d judge you for that either, hon.” Jimin smiles and Taehyung still looks conflicted. Jimin sighs and sets his hand on Tae’s hip again. “If you need to let go baby, then let go.”
Taehyung’s eyes gloss over a little at his friend’s words and a few seconds after, Jimin hears the extra stream hitting the shower floor where Taehyung has started peeing. The boy’s cheeks are bright pink but he looks relieved and Jimin can’t bother to think it’s weird that he’s watching his best friend pee in their shower. After everything the younger has been through, Jimin is just thankful that Taehyung has this much trust in him.
“Baby?” Jimin asks, thumb rubbing Taehyung’s hip soothingly. Taehyung hums, still peeing. “You look so pretty like this.” He whispers, using his hand to wrap carefully around Taehyung’s leaking cock. The boy moans softly, cock twitching in Jimin’s hand. “Your cock is so pretty, such a good size. Fits in my hand perfectly.”
Taehyung’s stream grows harder, the sound echoing off the walls. He hasn’t gone in a while, not since they got back from the club and that was before the drinks even entered his system. Jimin holds him, waiting another minute before the boy stops peeing, and rinsing his hand again under the water. Giving his friend a peck on the cheek, he turns off the water and pulls them both out, wrapping Tae in a fluffy towel and redressing them both in clean sleeping clothes. After their quick bathroom routine, they climb back into Taehyung’s bed, with the boy’s cheek resting on Jimin’s chest.
Tomorrow, Jimin will mention his idea of therapy to Taehyung. Maybe it could help him begin to process the emotions he has kept to himself for so long, and start on a path to healing. For now, Jimin will sing his soulmate to sleep and hold him close.
Close your eyes for a moment
Hold my hand
To that future, let's run away
잠시 두 눈을 감아
여기 내 손을 잡아
저 미래로 달아나자