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“DADDY, you’re so unfair!”
jimin is well aware of how bratty he’s acting. he, a seventeen year old, is throwing a full-blown temper tantrum in the middle of the living room. he can hear the sobs in his own voice, and the tears that refuse to fall down his cheeks. he probably looks like a mess.
god, he’s so glad taehyung’s never seen him like this.
“jimin, we don’t want taehyung over while we’re gone,” hoseok says for the fifth time. honestly, he’s this close to yelling at jimin and sending him to his room. the only reason he hasn’t is because he can feel yoongi staring at them from the kitchen, mark cradled in his arms.
“but daddy! ” he whines, adding a little stomp for effect. hoseok bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
he has to stand firm. he cannot fall victim to those infamous puppy eyes (the ones he got from yoongi) and give in. he and yoongi talked it over, got into a fight, and spent a tense night as far apart from each other as possible. he’s not about to let that all go to waste, especially not when he won in the end.
yoongi thought it wouldn’t be so bad if taehyung came over. after all, he said, it’s not like they’d be home alone. seokjin and namjoon were coming over to “hang out” with them (jimin refused to call it “babysitting”. no 17 year old got babysat). hoseok, on the other hand, was strongly against it. there was no way in hell his son’s devious, troublesome boyfriend was coming over without him home. who knows what that scoundrel would try to pull on his son without them home? hoseok knows what taehyung’s after, and by god he was going to do everything in his power to stop that from happening.
yoongi caved. hoseok likes to think it was his genius arguments, but yoongi didn’t want to hear it anymore. if it got hoseok to shut up, then fine.
“but jimin ,” hoseok whines back. jimin scowls, his cheeks getting puffier in anger. hoseok really has to try so hard not to pinch them.
“you. are. so. unfair.” he takes a step closer to the kitchen with every word. he stops in front of yoongi. after a second he curls his arms around his waist, and leans his head on his chest.
“dad, please please please .” jimin’s so desperate he’s resulted to using aegyo. he knows it kills his parents.
not this time, though.
“jimin no, me and daddy talked about this a lot. he can come over tomorrow.” yoongi runs a hand through jimin’s hair, still as soft as it was when he was a baby.
jimin pulls away like he’s been burned. this time his scowl is pointed at yoongi. “fine,” he growls out. he dodges hoseok’s outstretched hand and runs up the stairs. both yoongi and hoseok wince when his bedroom door slams.
“that went as well as expected.”
jimin doesn’t go downstairs to say bye to his parents when they call up to him. he waits until he hears the front door slam before sitting up on his bed. he scoots over to where his window is and pulls back the curtains. he peeks out to see if namjoon and seokjin are here yet.
he smiles at the empty driveway. he guesses that he has about ten minutes until they show up. there’s no way his parents would leave mark alone for that long, and namjoon and seokjin only live a few blocks away.
he reaches over to his desk and unplugs his phone. he swipes it open, smiling at the lock screen of he and taehyung. he was the one who took it just a few weeks after they started dating. jimin’s leaning on taehyung’s naked chest, one hand curled around his ribs. the other is holding up the phone above them to get the perfect angle.
he goes to taehyung’s contact and types out a message.
jimin: if you come soon u could get here b4 my uncles
jimin sits cross legged on his bed. he’s impatient for taehyung to answer. he knows it’ll only be that much harder to sneak taehyung into his room if seokjin and namjoon are over. if he can get here before them, all jimin has to do is hide taehyung in his closet and the coast is clear.
he heard his father telling namjoon over the phone about their argument, and how he’d probably be up in his room all night. he snickered, thinking in his head that his father just played into his plan.
he scrambles for the phone when he hears it ding.
taehyung: almost at ur house now. have ur window open so i dont bust my ass lmao
jimin giggles, shutting his phone off. he tosses it somewhere in the sheets and gets up to unlock his window. he props it open an inch.
it’s the middle of october and the bitter night cold blows into jimin’s room. he decides to pull his duvet around his shoulders while he waits for taehyung. he can hear mark babbling in his room, probably stuck in his playpen.
it takes another two minutes until taehyung’s hauling himself through jimin’s window. with a little help from jimin, he falls onto his bed with a huff. jimin laughs and shuts the window.
taehyung’s brown hair is windswept, the ends of his bangs falling into his eyes. he’s wearing one of his baggy tshirts jimin’s fond of wearing and sweatpants. sweatpants that ride a little too low, though jimin focuses his gaze somewhere else. he looks perfectly disheveled, and jimin is in love.
“you don’t think we’ll get caught?” taehyung asks. jimin shrugs and jumps onto the bed beside him. he nuzzles into his neck and drapes one of his legs over his torso. jimin’s favorite position to lay in.
“i don’t know.” he hopes they won’t, and the chances are in their favor. as long as they keep relatively quiet, no “bump and grind” as his dad likes to call it, they should be fine.
“hm,” taehyung hums into jimin’s hair, “i missed you.”
jimin giggles. “it’s only been two days, tae.”
“two days too long.”
jimin kisses taehyung’s collarbone in agreement. they lay there in comfortable silence for a little longer, jimin watching his hand rise and fall with taehyung’s chest and the other rubbing a hand down his thigh idly. he’s falling asleep when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway breaks the silence.
“into the closet i go.” taehyung pushes jimin off and gets up with a groan. “just like when i was fifteen.”
“you sure you don’t want to watch a movie with us?”
“yeah, i’m sure uncle seokjin.” jimin ushers seokjin outside his door and closes it. he feels a little bad, but seokjin can take it. he doesn’t want to keep taehyung in the closet for longer than he has to.
once the coast is clear he opens his closet door. taehyung shrugs off a jacket that landed on his head and comes out.
before jimin can turn around taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and hikes him up. jimin muffles his squeal and wraps his legs around taehyung. he nudges jimin with his nose and kisses his chin. he pulls back and jimin whines, going in to connect their lips in a proper kiss.
they kiss until jimin loses his breath and has to pull back. that swell of arousal burns in his stomach the moment taehyung grabs his ass harshly.
“tae, we can’t,” jimin says, even if he wants to. he wants to fall into bed with taehyung and kiss him until they’re suffocating. he wants to feel taehyung’s hands all over him and inside him and anywhere they can get.
taehyung walks them over to the bed and drops jimin down. he crawls over him, shedding his shirt in the process. he presses his open mouth to jimin’s neck, sucking marks into his pale skin. in the back of his head, the thought that he’s going to have to make an excuse for his parents is fleeting. all that’s in his head is taehyung, taehyung, taehyung.
“can’t believe you’re all mine baby.” taehyung’s voice is rough and god, jimin can never get over it. he sounds like he smoked a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of jack daniels; it’s jimin’s favorite.
jimin lets taehyung kiss all over his neck. he drags his tongue from one side, over his adams apple, to the other. all the while jimin can only bite his lips to stifle his moans and dig his nails into taehyung’s back. he accidentally lets out a high pitched whine when he feels taehyung slip his hands down his shorts onto his ass.
they haven’t gone all the way yet, nothing more than hands and mouth. a little grinding here and there with jimin in taehyung’s lap. they both want to so badly, but it’s hard when they both live at home. jimin’s parents are rarely gone, and taehyung’s don’t let them be in a room with the door closed. they’ve made due with what they had, which isn’t nearly enough for hormonal teenage boys.
maybe this is it, jimin thinks. he has no expectations for his first time. he doesn’t need candles and slow jazz and all that romantic shit. he just needs taehyung.
legs hooked around taehyung’s waist, lips slick with spit, jimin opens his mouth to tell taehyung he’s ready, when the bedroom door slams open. before he can push taehyung off him he’s being yanked up by the arms.
“what the fuck are you doing to my nephew?”