It was easy to get lost in Taehyung’s eyes. That much, he knew, even when they were merely acquaintances, who exchanged nods and quick hellos in the hallways. Sometimes, if they were in the same class, his attention would divert to the boy, and he’d exit, with no new knowledge gained, other than the notice of some undiscovered blemish or beauty mark. Rooming together seemed to happen by chance, and Jimin honestly wasn’t hurting for money, planning to rent his own apartment. But when desperate, round eyes locked onto his, and hands wrapped around his wrists, begging for help, there was no way he could say no. And that was how the male found himself roommates with the guy he possibly had a crush on.
Now, they had somehow ended up in the same hotel room, on the same couch, members of the same sex group, but Jimin was still too afraid to make a move. Coward.
Against all of his wishes, his gaze settled upon the boy’s lips, wondering what they’d feel like against his own. Warm, pink, and constantly wet due to an oral habit that refused to leave his head, they were what made up the student’s dreams. Which was odd, when one considered the fact that he didn’t even enjoy kissing. The way Taehyung settled into the couch, curled up, long limbs supporting him, Jimin couldn’t help thinking how small he seemed, though he was the shorter of the two. Moments like these were when he wished for the courage to pull him into his arms and bring him into the comfortable bubble he enjoyed building for all his lovers. But an even more special one, made just for the other.
Quietly, he nodded, figuring that was indeed what he had been up to, all those nights a text appeared telling him not to wait up. The realization that both of them were out having the same sort of adventures was an odd one, and Jimin felt upset, urge for one of their own unwilling to settle down. “Well… you seemed like the kind of guy, who stayed in and marathoned anime, if I can be completely honest. I figured all the times you were gone, you were hanging out with anime club buddies, or something, and was just too embarrassed to say.” Laughs slipped through his nose, quickly hidden by the back of his hand, not wanting Taehyung to think he was seemingly making fun of him.
“Hmm… I’m not sure, really,” he stated truthfully, “I’ve always enjoyed… it. But I’m also sort of adventitious and experimental, I suppose, so it didn’t take too long, before I got bored of the vanilla style. I stumbled upon this place completely by chance. It’s been good to me so far though. What about you?” While the conversation was awkward and heavy on his tongue, Jimin felt himself begin to ease up, allowing their knees to touch, just as if they were at home, playing video games, rather than discussing their sex lives in a casual manner. “Maybe we were meant to meet here – who knows?” He grimaced internally, angry at his own pathetic attempt at being philosophical.
Pupils dilated in surprise at uttered words, having never expected for Taehyung to be so open about being with men, considering the country they were in and the stigmata against homosexuals. Not that it bothered him, especially with his own attraction to the same sex, but his friend was far much braver than he could ever be. “…Y-yeah, I like it,” Jimin muttered, heart racing even faster, and mental images of the younger unraveling underneath him increasing exponentially. Throat began to close up, as he forced himself to look upon Taehyung’s face, then deciding fuck it. Just as he had itched to do, for as long as he could remember, the pad of his thumb ran along his friend’s jawline, potentially destroying everything they had, all for a stupid goddamn whim. “You’re pretty – you know that, right?”
