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Taehyung loves Jimin.He loves everything about him, from his dusky-mop of blonde hair to the deep, thoughtful brown eyes. He loves his nose and his pink impossibly plush pink lips and slender neck (though that looked infinitely better when kiss bitten). He loves his slender shoulders and the gentle press of his collarbones, his slender frame and slender waist.Of course, he loves his amazing ass, too.Taehyung loves his strong legs and his tiny ankles. He loves the way Jimin walked, the way he talked, his bubbly smile, and sparkling laugh. The way he nearly threw himself into the next dimension when he laughed was a different story though. He’d nearly killed himself and a sweet old lady last when they decided to sneak and get ice-cream last week.They both still had tiny bruises on their backs from her not-so-sweet walking stick. Taehyung loves everything about Jimin. Adored him with every fiber of his being so much that sometimes it hurt. And right now, as they lie on the bed and gaze out of the bedroom window, he traces Jimin profile with his gaze, it threatens to overtake him, wells up in his chest so violently he can’t even speak. “Tae?” Jimin’s voice breaks through his reverie and when Taehyung lands back amongst the world of the living, Jimin is hovering over him, concern littering his features relaxed by evening.
“Are you okay?”“Yeah,” Taehyung offers a small smile. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired.” “Then why are you crying, baby?” Only then does Taehyung register the faint taste of salt on his lips, the wetness on his pillow. He brings his hand to his cheek hastily to wipe them away but Jimin’s hands are already there, moving the tears away like they’re the most offensive thing in the world with the press of his palm, stroking his boyfriend’s cheek with a tenderness that causes even more to fall. “Tae?”“I love you,” Taehyung whispers in a rush, gazing up at him with wide sparkling eyes. Jimin smiles at that. “I love you, too, Tae.”“I miss you.” He says now, his eyes never wavering.Jimin’s eyebrows knit in confusions and he moves in closer to Taehyung and leaves a light kiss on his forehead with a small laugh. “How can you miss me? I’m right here, love.”Taehyung starts crying even harder at that and the smile is flung from Jimin’s face and replaced just as quickly with concern. “Hey…hey what’s wrong baby talk to me.” He gathers Taehyung in his arms and Taehyung buries his face into his boyfriend’s chest, long, slender fingers clutching his shirt, inhaling his scent. God, he really loved everything about him. Nothing would ever be enough. Even when they are together in their most private moments, joined together in the most intimate way beneath the covers in disarray, it isn’t enough. “Taehyung…” Jimin says and Taehyung finally looks up and Jimin’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest. Those big beautiful brown eyes, watery, staring up at him and reflecting the stars. “I miss you,” Taehyung says again.“Tae, baby, I’m ri- ““No,” Taehyung stops him, frantically. “I miss spending time with you. I miss staying up all night and watching stupid videos and sneaking into town to get eomuk-tang after practice. I miss the little walks we would take to the park at midnight when everyone was asleep and how you’d push me on the swing and somehow manage to slide down the slide together despite being way too big for that thing and I also miss waking up with you to watch the sunrise and make wishes every morning and how you would let me draw you to practice while you slept an- ““Tae, Tae, shhh” Jimin presses one finger gently to Taehyung’s lips and uses the other the swipe away some stray tears. “Baby, we can still do all of that? It’s not like it’s over.”“But we can’t!” Taehyung says it with such force Jimin jumps, looking down at him startled. He runs a calming hand through Taehyung’s hair. “We’re busy all the time now. It’s not the same as before. We’re only home for two days and then we’re going to Australia and then to the US for filming and a ton of recording sessions. We’re together but we’re not together. You know what I mean.”Jimin stays silent at that and his expression relaxes into one of pity, his own private frustration. He lets out of sigh so long and agonizing it seems he’s been holding it for years. Taehyung captures his face between his hands and bring Jimin closer to him, closer, closer, closer but never close enough.“I know. You think I don’t know?” Jimin whispers. “But we’re taking off bigger than ever now, yeah? This won’t last forever. We have to do everything we can to enjoy this moment.”“I know that,” Taehyung says, whispering now, too, to match the intimacy. “I know that, too, but sometimes I miss the way things were. When no one knew our name. Blissful anonymity. Did you even realize this is the first time we’ve been actually alone in two months? Months, Jimin.”Jimin doesn’t say anything and just presses his forehead to Taehyung’s and Taehyung instantly in his arms. His brings and hands down and clasps him around Jimin’s back and they fall back against the bed that quietly creaks from the intrusion. “It’s hard for me, too.” “And I know that,” Taehyung reassures. “But I can’t help feeling like we’re growing apart. Like- ““No.” Jimin suddenly lifts and hovers above Taehyung, anger in his eyes. “Don’t say it. That won’t ever happen, okay. I’ve been so in my head lately, but I still know yours. I know you think since we haven’t been able to talk, just the two of us, for a while now I’ll move on but Tae,” Jimin says his name with anguish and Taehyung’s breath catches.“Being away from you,” And that’s when Jimin lets the first tear fall. “Being away from you is like being without air. Walking without your hand in mine is like missing a limb. When all those people fawn over you I just want shout ‘he’s mine!’, pull you to me and kiss you like we used to back in trainee days.” Taehyung blushes at that. Jimin smiles through his own pain. “But I will never let you go, okay? I don’t care if we’re separated for 20 years. I will always be yours and you’ll always be mine.”“Jimin…” Taehyung’s tears pick up again and by now the pillow is soaked.“We’ll even enlist together, okay? Even if it’s a lifetime, I will still wake up beside you. Our souls will be together even after death. That’s how much I love you.”Jimin finally comes back to Taehyung’s embrace and he rolls him over on top of him as Taehyung’s cries so softly, so prettily, into his chest. “I love you, Tae, okay? Please don’t ever think that will change.”Taehyung doesn’t reply, instead, he kisses Jimin, hungrily, passionately. A bit clumsily. They bang teeth a couple of times and laugh at it, settling into a slow, simmering rhythm that warms them both to the very core.A sparkle through the window catches their eye and Taehyung sits up with the wide-eyed eagerness of a child and Jimin smiles fondly.“A shooting star! Jimin it was a shooting star! Make a wish, hurry, hurry HURRY!” “Okay, okay, shhh before you wake the others.”Jimin sits up and gathers Taehyung’s hands in his, and they both close their eyes.They have the same wish.