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Jimin was flying.
Or at least, he felt like he was. He was spinning in the air — four times, to be exact— before landing on steady legs, the crowd cheering for him loudly, probably the loudest he has ever heard. After all, he did just land a quadruple axel at the Grand Prix Final, after multiple tries and fails. He did it.
Jimin tried to finish his program without letting his emotions take over, keeping a straight face and making sure that his final moves were as perfect as they could be, not wanting to mess up right at the end. He was in the middle of the ice rink when he finished, arms up, head thrown back, a wide smile on his face.
It only took a second for all the adrenaline to come crashing and suddenly he was down on his knees, crying out of happiness. Loud cheers were being heard, flowers and Sanrio plushies were thrown around, and little girls were skating around to grab everything — all while Jimin was crying his heart out on the ice.
He barely managed to stand up on wobbly legs, bowing repeatedly and skating around a little, waving at everyone with tears streaming down his face and a wide, blinding smile curled on his lips. A few minutes after, he skated wobbly out of the ring, where his coach was waiting for him with a big smile on her face and arms wide open. The boy crashed into his coach’s arms, who rubbed his back comfortingly.
Min Eunji has been his coach for as long as Jimin could remember, always there to support him and teach him everything she knew. She was his pillar, his number one supporter — besides his friends and family — and the only person who was been with him through all his breakdowns. When his routine wouldn’t go as he wanted, or when he’d repeatedly fail a spin or a jump and would crumble down, crying and frustrated, she was there to pat his back and wipe his tears.
Coach Min was more than just a simple coach to Jimin, and he will forever be thankful for her. Especially now, when their work finally paid off.
“You did amazing,” she said, smiling widely and hugging him tightly. “Let’s go see your score,” she whispered into his ears after a few seconds, patting Jimin’s back and pulling back from the hug. The man nodded and stood up straight, trailing after his coach while trying to fix his breathing. There were cheers still being heard, flashes blinding him as people were taking pictures of him and screaming, but he walked past them all, eager to find out his score.
His heart was hammering in his chest, excitement flowing through his veins, everything around him being a happy blur, and he barely registered when he sat down in front of the camera, fists clenched at his sides. When more cheers were being heard, he waved at the camera, his coach patting his back and waving as well.
Jimin supposed the presenter started talking, but all he could focus on were the numbers showing on the screen. 130.14…97.78…227.92…
376.30 points final. He was in the first place. He did it. He really did it.
Cheers were being heard again. The coach turned to give him a half hug, all while Jimin stared wide-eyed at the screen, finding it hard to believe that he just won the gold medal at the Grand Prix Final, the first time he ever ended up in the first three, after participating for every year since he was only 17.
What happened next was an even bigger blur. He was being interviewed, then suddenly he was on the podium. He was receiving the golden medal, flowers, congratulations. He was holding up his country’s flag, pictures were being taken, and then he received even more congratulations. He sported a big smile and acted as if he was present as if he was not still unable to believe what just happened. All the skaters took selfies together, and he quickly hugged a few of his friends, congratulating them proudly and kindly.
Jimin only came back to it when he was on his way to the hotel, sitting in the back of the car with his phone in his hands, watching teary-eyed as his friends and family congratulated him, sending long messages and a ton of emojis. He felt like it was all a dream, one that he wished he’ll never wake up from.
Winning a gold medal at the Grand Prix was something Jimin has always wanted, ever since he started ice skating at only five years old. He kept watching with wide, innocent eyes from the sides as the older skaters were doing their routines and training for the bigger competitions, and he kept wishing he’d be in the same place one day.
And here he was. Taking home the gold medal, for the first time in his life.
But yet, there was still something bothering him at the back of his mind. The painful desire of being a pair skater, wanting nothing more but to have a pair and compete, skate and do everything with them. Don’t get him wrong, he was thrilled and over the moon for getting the gold medal, but deep down, he wished he would’ve gotten it with someone else alongside him.
“Sir, we’re here,” the taxi driver announced, snapping Jimin out of his thoughts. The skater scrambled to quickly hand him the money before getting out of the car, swinging his bag on his shoulder. Outside was cold, but Jimin felt like he was burning up.
He rushed inside the hotel, shortly greeting the receptionist who congratulated him with a smile when walking towards the elevator. Jimin wanted nothing more but to go up to his room and take a long, deserved bath before packing since tomorrow he’ll be going back home. This year’s Grand Prix Final was held in Osaka, Japan, a country that Jimin loved dearly, in awe of all of the beautiful places you can visit, the architecture, and the people. But he missed home more, honestly. And, above all that, he wanted to celebrate his biggest win with his friends and family as soon as possible.
Walking inside his hotel room, Jimin let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. His suppressants were making him more tired and emotional than usual and he couldn’t wait to finally be off them for a couple of months, till the next competition.
All omegas and alphas were required to go on suppressants a few days before the competition so all the scents and hormones won’t be disturbing during the most crucial time. Outside of competition, they were free to do as they please. Jimin didn’t mind it, honestly. He was fine with being on suppressants for a couple of days once every few months, even if it messed up with his heats and his emotions. He would do anything for skating, so that wasn’t a problem.
However, he did enjoy being off them as well. He enjoyed being in tune with his wolf, liked to take a whiff of everyone’s scent, and understand how they were feeling at the moment. He loved to scent his friends playfully just so he could hear them complain that no alpha or omega came to them because they were wearing someone else’s scent. And Jimin also knew that his friends didn’t really mind it, because if they did, they’d tell him to stop. But it was just a fun game between the three of them.
Especially because Seokjin and Taehyung weren’t actively looking for a relationship, but they simply liked to complain.
Dropping his bag next to his bed, Jimin plugged in his phone before walking toward the bathroom where he quickly rinsed the bathtub to make sure it was clean. He then turned on the warm water and let it fill up as he undressed and picked out some clothes to sleep in.
Jimin managed to gather most of his clothes and toiletries and packed them rapidly to help his future self. He knew that tomorrow morning he’ll be too tired to pack properly and he wanted to make sure he won’t forget anything in here — and after the bath, he’ll be too warm and sleepy to pack. So he did it all now, put everything in quickly, and only let out a change of clothes for the night and an outfit for tomorrow.
He then went back into the bathroom, where he stepped inside the bathtub and soaked in the warm water till it turned cold, leaving him no choice but to wash up and get out. His movements were slow and sluggish, and he knew his muscles will ache tomorrow because he hasn’t taken his usual cold-warm showers, but he didn’t care. He just won a God damn gold medal — nothing else mattered at the moment.
Later that night, he went to sleep with a smile on his face and one thought in mind. Maybe after winning the medal, he will finally be able to fulfill his wish and find a pair skater. Perhaps now, more coaches will see him and will want to pair their skaters with him, since he was pretty good at what he did, and would be a fantastic pair.
Jimin was graceful on ice. Even when skating, the omega was like a feather, gliding on the ice and seeming made of porcelain. When he started skating, he also started his ballet classes, which were supposed to help him have fluid movements and be elegant. And they did. He loved ballet, loved the flowing and delicate movements, and loved the costumes. He also loved how well it matched with ice skating and how much it helped him on ice, but this all came with a disadvantage.
He was way too gentle and delicate on ice for most alpha pairs. They were fierce and powerful, rough and gloomy. Jimin doesn’t think the contrast would look good enough for a win, and frankly, he doesn’t want to try. He wishes he would find someone powerful but graceful at the same time, someone that would match his style and him. But it was hard, and as more and more time passed, Jimin started to lose hope.
Maybe being a pair skater wasn’t meant for him.
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One week later, Jimin walked inside the rink as it was finally time to go back to training. He has spent this week relaxing, partying with his friends, celebrating with his family, and enjoying his short moment of fame and free time before it was time to go back to the rink and start it all again. The boy approached Mrs. Min’s office and was immediately met with the loud voice of his coach, seemingly arguing with someone over the phone.
“No, Seojun-ssi. I’m not having this conversation with you. What’s set is set, so please accept it. I will meet Jeongguk here tomorrow, and you better be here as well, or else…” Mrs. Min trailed off, her voice leaving no room for arguments.
Jimin stopped at the doorway, unsure if he should walk inside her office or wait outside, as the conversation seemed pretty serious. He shifted from one leg to the other nervously, gripping the handles of his bag as he waited patiently. The name “Jeongguk” made him curious, but he knew better than to walk in and interrupt Mrs. Min from her call, especially when she was using that tone.
“Yes, I understand that it’s possible for him to return, but it’s nothing sure, and Jeongguk can’t stay alone while we wait for something we’re not even sure about. We talked about this before and we agreed that if ever in need of help, we’re here and the first option, so don’t back away now or else you’ll find skate traces all over your car. We’re meeting tomorrow, and that’s final! Goodbye!” slamming the phone on the table, Mrs. Min let out a long breath, rubbing her hands over her face, not even noticing Jimin standing in the doorway.
That’s till the boy accidentally sneezed. Someone should wipe the dust out of this office, he grimaced.
“Jimin, I didn’t see you there.”
The omega smiled and shrugged. “I just walked in and heard you were talking on the phone, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Is everything alright though?” he asked concerned, head tilted to the side.
Mrs. Min sighed deeply, gesturing for him to come in. “Take a seat, we have something to talk about,” she mumbled, and Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. These types of conversations never ended well, and Jimin hoped his little bubble of happiness won’t burst today. “It’s nothing bad,” she added, easing Jimin’s nerves a little.
“I hope.”
Yeah, that didn’t help at all. The boy walked in, taking a seat on the chair in front of Mrs. Min’s desk. He dropped his bag down at his feet and then placed his palms together in between his legs, anxiously waiting for whatever his coach had to say. She didn’t sit down, instead choosing to walk in circles behind him, like she always did when she was agitated.
“Mrs. Min,” Jimin sighed when the woman showed no signs of starting to talk anytime soon. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
The woman looked at him for a few seconds, as if thoroughly analyzing him, up and down, before looking away. “That’s the thing, Jimin, nothing is wrong.”
Jimin couldn’t get a whiff of her scent so he couldn’t decipher if she was either extremely happy or extremely upset, which agitated him.
“Then?”
“It all seems too good,” she said honestly. Jimin frowned, tilting his head to the side, looking outside the window that was in front of him. He looked at the busy streets and the people walking or running around, he watched the wind blowing and the tree branches tilting from side to side. Mrs. Min was still walking in circles behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He didn’t know if he could face her right now, or else he would get even more nervous than he already was.
“What are you talking about?” he questioned. She was always a little secretive, so Jimin knew that he has to pry and ask and insist more. Mrs. Min stilled. Jimin knew she did because he couldn’t hear her steps anymore.
“Jimin, what’s your biggest dream when it comes to ice skating, aside from winning at the Olympics?” she asked, being weirdly specific. The boy frowned at her question, a single answer popping in his head.
“To find a pair?...” he replied, unsure, finally turning around to look at Mrs. Min, eyes full of unanswered questions.
The woman gave him a crooked smile, looking at him fondly as she asked, “So then how would you feel about Jeon Jeongguk being your pair?”
The omega’s breath hitched, eyes widening. “Sorry…what did you just say?” he asked, breathless and skeptical.
His coach laughed at his reaction, her shoulders finally relaxing after being tense for so long. “Jeongguk’s pair, Seungmin, got badly injured at one training session, and it’s a possibility for him to not be able to come back as an ice skater. While everyone is devastated, Jeongguk still needs a pair, as he’s set to compete in this year’s World Championships. His coach and I had a talk a while ago, that if he’ll ever need a new one, the first person to try will be you. So…what do you say?”
It only took a few seconds for the words to fully sink into Jimin’s brain. Jeon Jeongguk…pair…World Championships? First competition as a pair and it has to be the World Championships? Shaking his head, Jimin blinked as the realization settled it, then he held back a scream.
“Why are you even asking? It would be an honor to be his pair! He is, like, everything you could ever ask for in a partner! Yes, one million times yes!” he replied excitedly, clapping his hands rapidly. His smile was radiating excitement and happiness if his sweet watermelon scent wasn’t enough to go by.
Laughing, Mrs. Min nodded. “That’s good, then, because he will be coming tomorrow to meet you. Now, go change and start warming up, we have to get back to business.”
Smiling and nodding rapidly, Jimin skipped to the locker room, quickly pulling out his phone to send his friends a quick text, letting them know that he has possibly found a pair, and a good one.
Jimin, 8:12 a.m.
wake up wake up i have news !!
everyone!! prepare yourselves
i think…
i think i found a PAIR!!!!!!!!
taehyungie 8:15 a.m.
pair of socks? or?
jinnie hyung 8:16 a.m.
pretty sure he means like, skating …. you know? a pair ? a partner?
taehyungie 8:18 a.m.
oHHHH !!!!
NO WAY !!
THATS AMAZING ???? WWOOWWO
HOW
WHO
WHEN
Jimin, 8:19 a.m.
I KNOW RIGHT ??
ohhhh you’ll never guess who :DDDD
jinnie hyung 8:20 a.m.
just tell us, dont make us guess, don’t hold us in the dark
Jimin, 8:22 a.m.
no one other than….
drums pleaseeee ……
JEON
JEONGGUK
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
taehyungie 8:22 a.m.
no way .
no
you’re lying
you’re LYING????!!!!
Jimin, 8:23 a.m.
IM NOT !!! ITS RLLY HIMDIWKJDJE
jinnie hyung 8:24 a.m.
holy shit ??? how come ???
Jimin, 8:26 a.m.
i’ll tell u guys everything after i get out of practice !!!! brb coskdke :DDDD
taehyungie 8:26 a.m.
you better! we want all the details, even those you dont know yet !! :<
Jimin, 8:27 a.m.
iwill tell i guys everything, now brb !!!
u*
Shutting off his phone and letting it down on the bench, Jimin made a quick move of changing himself into his leggings and t-shirt, putting his skates on as well as his mittens and a jacket on top. He took his water bottle and phone with him before exiting the locker, knowing he could let his bag out since no one else was scheduled to come in at this hour.
He practically skipped back towards the ice rink, his previous happiness only growing bigger now that these news dropped.
Jimin felt like he was dreaming once again. When he woke up this morning, he didn’t expect to find himself suddenly having a pair, after so many years of yearning for one.
So to have no one other but Jeon Jeongguk as your pair? This was a dream. Jeongguk was the most well-known alpha pair skater in the industry, was liked by many, and was loved by others even more. Everyone longed for a pair like him. Beautiful, skilled, talented, and powerful, he was described as adventurous and impulsive, and everyone was smitten with him.
And well, you could understand why by only looking at his face. He was incredibly beautiful, something like Jimin has never seen before. For an alpha, Jeongguk has incredibly doll-like features and the body of a Greek god. He looked like perfection in person, and Jimin couldn’t wait to finally meet him and see if everything everyone was saying was true.
Truth be told, Jimin was a big fan of his, so he knew one or two things about the alpha, or maybe three things — but that was something only for him and his friends to know.
As he skated, Jimin tried his best to follow Mrs. Min’s instructions as well as possible, wanting to become the best version of himself, which was only possible if he listened to what instructions he got and if he gave everything he had all the time.
Also, the thought of meeting with Jeongguk tomorrow made him a little bit anxious, because he wanted to be someone the alpha will like to work with. By putting this small pressure on himself, Jimin’s training hours went on smoothly, Mrs. Min praising him repeatedly, which made him smile proudly.
By the end of the day, his legs were almost numb and covered in bruises, but Jimin felt amazing. He has improved some of his techniques today, which will help him in the long run, and has also learned a few tricks that will make working in a pair a little easier, Mrs. Min said.
“Good job today, Jimin-ah,” Mrs. Min said when Jimin exited the rink, patting his back gently.
“Thank you,” the boy smiled widely and proudly as he dragged his feet to the benches so he could finally take his skates off.
“Be here tomorrow at 8 a.m. and don’t be late, alright? We need to make a good impression,” she reminded Jimin, voice stern. Not only once has Jimin run late at practice, usually because he didn’t catch the bus or because he simply woke up late, so he understood that if Mrs. Min says to be here by 8, then Jeongguk will meet them at 9.
The skater nodded. “I won’t be late, Mrs. Min, don’t worry. I’ll have Jin hyung drive me, so no worries,” he assured her, the mention of his hyung putting her nerves at ease.
For some reason or another, she trusted Seokjin more than he trusted Jimin when it came to not being late, which confused Jimin. Seokjin wasn’t even a skater, nor did he spend his whole days with Mrs. Min, so why would she trust him more? Jimin thought it was because Seokjin charmed her, just like he did with everyone else.
“Alright. Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Go home, take an ice bath and rest well, you need to be in tip-top shape.” she said, before waving at the boy and exiting the room, most probably going to spend a few more hours in her office. She has this crazy passion for skating and an even crazier passion for working in her office. Jimin didn’t know if she just truly and really loved what she was doing, or if she just liked to torture herself, but the boy didn’t think he could ever do what she did.
“I will, bye Mrs. Min, take care!” Jimin waved her off, before going back to untying and taking off his skates, groaning now that his feet were finally free. His toes were numb, and they hurt as Jimin wiggled them, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. Being an ice skater had its pros and cons, and one of the biggest cons for Jimin was the constant pain he was in, most especially in his feet. There wasn’t a day where his feet didn’t hurt, but he got to a point where he has gotten used to the pain.
Jimin stood up with his skates in one hand and hissed as his legs painfully protested while walking back to the locker rooms. It had to be around 5 p.m already, and he was starving. His stomach was loud and protesting against the lack of food, which Jimin calmed down with a few gulps of water. He only had a small snack in between the long hours of practice which was not enough to keep him sated for the whole day. He took a quick shower and changed into his casual clothes rapidly, not wanting to let his friends wait.
Taehyung and Seokjin were probably already waiting for him outside to go somewhere and eat while Jimin filled them in with all the information about the situation regarding Jeongguk, information that he didn’t have. The only thing he knew was that he will finally have a pair and that pair was no other but the famous Jeon Jeongguk.
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Just like he expected, Taehyung and Seokjin were already waiting for him outside of the rink, bickering inside the car when Jimin knocked on the window and made them both flinch.
He laughed, entering the car. “Fighting again?” he asked, even though the two of them fighting was a daily thing. Or more accurately, an hourly one.
Seokjin scowled while Taehyung huffed. “When are we not?” the latter asked.
“You two fight more than an old, married couple.” Jimin snickered, watching in delight as the two men grimaced at him.
“Yeah, but we’re neither old nor married,” Seokjin grumbled as he started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
“And thank god for that,” said Taehyung, shaking his head. “But anyway, how was practice, Minie?” he asked, turning his body so he could look at Jimin. Seokjin paid attention to the road, taking them to probably their usual and favorite place to eat, but he still paid attention to whatever Jimin said.
The boy groaned, closing his eyes shut for a brief moment. “Exhausting like always. My legs are absolutely killing me, and I’m in desperate need of an ice-cold bath, but other than that, it went pretty well. What I’m anxious about is tomorrow’s practice.” he confessed, tilting his head as he looks at his best friend, who gave him a proud smile.
Taehyung was easily Jimin’s best friend, along with Seokjin. The two were attached by the hip, and together with Jimin, they formed an infamous trio that was loved by many.
A trio that was also very different when it came to their jobs — Jimin being an ice skater, Taehyung being a painter and Seokjin being a professional video game player — but they made it work, despite their crazy schedule and unbearable work hours.
“You’ll do amazing, I’m sure of that,” Seokjin reassured him, knowing that Jimin needed to hear it. “And if Jeongguk is as amazing as people say, then you’ll have no problems. Just be careful and try not to break anything,” he laughed, remembering all the times he had to come and pick Jimin up from practice because he either broke or luxated something.
Fun times for Seokjin, not so fun times for Jimin.
The skater scrunched up his nose, the mere thought of falling and breaking something again bringing a shiver down his spine. “Don’t even mention that. The next time I break something will be the last time you see me skating,” he said, sounding more serious than ever, but both his friends know that he was joking. Jimin would never give up on skating, not even if he would have to. He was very stubborn when it came to this.
“The moment you stop skating is the moment we’ll take you to a mental hospital,” Taehyung mumbled, Seokjin nodding along at his words.
“Which won’t be soon,” the eldest said. “So till then, be careful and stay calm. Everything will go smooth like butter,” he added. Jimin wished Seokjin was right. He wanted things to work out and for everything to go well, because he has waited for this moment for a very very long time, and he wasn’t ready for it all to come crashing down.
“Let’s not think about it anymore and instead go out and eat, because otherwise, I will start screaming,” Taehyung broke the few seconds of silence, earning a giggle and a curt nod from the two friends. Taehyung wasn’t joking when he said he will start screaming, and Jimin wasn’t ready to have his eardrums bleeding just yet.
“Start screaming and you’ll find my hand down your throat,” Seokjin threatened, parking the car in a free spot before stopping it and getting down, Jimin and Taehyung doing the same.
“Oohhh, kinky, I like that,” the painter smirked, winking at Seokjin when he rolled his eyes.
“Say that again and I’ll get the impression you like me,” the man grumbled, following the other two inside the small restaurant, bowing and greeting the elderly lady that smiled at them.
“The only time I’ll like you is when you’ll stop threatening me,” Taehyung gave a sly smile while searching for an empty table to sit down at.
“Which will never happen, we know,” Jimin chimed in, stopping the two men from bickering once again and pulling them by their hands towards an empty table, pushing them down on the chairs. “Sit down and order so we can eat before I go crazy. I didn’t come here to listen to you two bicker again,” he grumbled, earning two amused smiles.
Jimin usually got like this when he was hungry. A little grumpy and very impatient, which for most people might seem annoying, but for Seokjin and Taehyung was nothing else but normal. Jimin has always been like this and they have gotten used to it a long, long time ago.
After ordering their food and drinks, the three of them fell into a long conversation about whatever was going on in their lives at the moment, Seokjin talking about some of the competitions that were coming up soon, Taehyung about some of his new ideas, and Jimin about his new routine, feedback he received after winning the gold medal and just how many dick pics he received in his Instagram DMS after the latest picture he posted.
They also got the idea of snooping a little through Jeongguk’s Instagram account, just to see more of him, which promptly had Jimin choking on his rice.
“He is like, unbelievably hot, this isn’t fair,” the skater whined when he pressed on another mirror pic posted by the alpha, this time a gym mirror pic.
“Oh, you’re in bad,” Taehyung snickered, zooming in on a picture of Jeongguk from his latest competition with his pair. The man was wearing an all-black fit with purple details that match his pair, Seungmin’s, costume. They both looked wonderful and their technique was absolutely amazing, but what Taehyung was zooming in on was the alpha’s thick thighs that are bulging in the tight costume.
“Tae!” Jimin exclaimed as if what his best friend was doing was unacceptable. “Stop zooming in his thighs!”
Giggling, Taehyung zoomed out from Jeongguk’s thighs and instead zoomed in on his face, making Jimin scowl at him. “Not better,” he grumbled, taking his eyes away from Taehyung’s phone.
“Hold on…” Seokjin interrupted the two, bringing his phone to the middle of the table. The three of them lean closer, looking at whatever Seokjin was showing them. “Isn’t this the owner of that art gallery where Tae dreams of having his paintings?” he asked, a small frown on his face.
Taehyung gasps, grabbing Seokjin’s phone from him and zooming in on the picture he was showing, before quickly raising his head, eyes wide. “He is! It’s Kim Namjoon! How does he know Jeongguk?” he questioned, curious and excited.
“I have no idea,” Jimin replied truthfully. He had no idea Jeongguk knew Kim Namjoon. “But hey, maybe I’ll get to meet him at some point.”
Seokjin eyed him as he took his phone back from Taehyung. The latter made a small humming sound.
“You think you will?” he asked Jimin.
The omega shrugged. “Maybe? I mean, it’s given that I will somehow befriend Jeongguk since you know, we’ll be a pair. And who knows, maybe Namjoon will come to visit him at training, or something,” he said, going back to eating his food. “If not, I could ask Jeongguk about Namjoon. Easy.”
Looking unsure, Taehyung shared a look with Seokjin before looking back at Jimin. “But…you know you don’t have to do this for me, right? I mean…I don’t want to be that type of person that gets somewhere through connections, or anything.”
Jimin hummed. “I know what you mean, but…I won’t necessarily tell Namjoon to hang your art or something. I’ll simply tell him about you, maybe get you two to meet, and things will go from there.”
Seokjin slowly nodded, as Jimin explained more. “This way, he’ll only accept to display your art if he really likes it,” he said. “Like, not because anyone told him to, but because he met you and liked your art!”
Still unsure, but a little bit more convinced, Taehyung reluctantly nodded. “That’s fine, I guess…” he mumbled. “It will be his choice. If he doesn’t like it, then it will be fine anyways.” he finally accepted.
“He will love it, I’m sure of it,” Jimin encouraged him with a sweet smile. “And if he won’t, then fuck him. You don’t need him anyways.”