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{ Don’t Kiss And Tell }

Jimin x Taehyung (Private Academy / High School AU)

Jimin is a confident, not-quite-out-of-the-closet gay, whereas Taehyung, just a precious, innocent bub, has never second-guessed his sexuality until Jimin stole his first kiss.

Genre: slight fluff, angst, will kinda be slow burn Words: 2,032

A/N: This was originally from a Hoseok x Reader WIP with a side of best friend!Taehyung x confident gay!Jimin, but I can’t seem to stop writing vmin. :’)

"C-Can I try something?"

"What is it?"

"It's not me confessing or anything! I-I just want to test something."

"Tae, you're confusing me."

"May I kiss you?" Wait, what the f-- "I-If you're not comfortable with that, it's okay! We can just pretend this exchange never happened…" His voice went quiet as he tried to sink into the driver's seat, "Please…"

"Please forget about this, or please let you kiss me?"

"Um, either one… Jesus, this is so embarrassing--"

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"Okay, you can kiss me."

"Are you sure, Kat?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Tae. I also appreciate you asking because it's already an upgrade from that one boy in middle school who shoved his braces on my mouth." If he weren't so nervous, he would've gagged at that mental image. "So, yes, you may kiss me."

She turned in her seat to face him, waiting for him to approach her when he was ready. He hesitated before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, closing his eyes and gently pressing his lips against hers. She did the same, kissing him back with little pressure. It was only a chaste kiss, and it didn't last more than a few seconds before he pulled away, his brows furrowed in thought.

"Well?"

"I didn't feel anything."

"That's what every girl loves to hear." She giggled when he averted his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as he leaned back into his seat. "Why did you want to kiss me?" Her eyes widen, "Wait, wasn't that your first kiss? Tae, why--"

"N-No…"

"My best friend had his first kiss and didn't tell me? I'm wounded, Tae."

"I-I…" His voice dropped to such a low whisper that it was surprising she could even understand him. "I kissed a boy…"

Well, she didn't see that one coming. "Oh! Oh…" She nodded as it dawned on her, "And it left you confused?"

"Y-Yeah… It seemed like a joke, but when he kissed me… Kat, he's kissed my cheek before a couple of times, and I didn't think much of it. But…"

"Do you like him?"

"I… Maybe." He ran his hands through his hair before resting them on his voice, his next words muffled, "I didn't know I could feel that way. When he kissed me, I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest!" Removing his hands, he pouted at her. "But kissing you was like kissing a brick wall."

"Gee, thanks."

"What do I do, Kat?"

"Talk to him."

"Do I have to?"

"Tae. Do you like him?

When Jimin greeted the front door, he wasn't expecting Taehyung to be standing there unannounced. A flash of panic crossed Jimin's eyes, but the following happiness and smile that accompanied it were just as genuine as always. "Hey, Tae…" He expected the scared expression the younger wore at their last encounter, but the boy took a deep breath and grinned, just as happy to see the other boy. "What are you doing here?"

When Taehyung asked to speak to him in private, Jimin was not at all prepared for the boy to step so close the second he shut his bedroom door. The older opened his mouth to question the boy's actions, but as soon as his eyes meet Taehyung's bright eyes, words failed him. All he could register was his heartbeat pumping louder in her ears as he got lost in the dark sea of his eyes. And when the younger's hands met his cheeks in a gentle albeit nervous caress, Jimin knew he was in trouble. The feelings of guilt he experienced after their first kiss, after which Taehyung couldn't get away from him fast enough, came rushing back and fought with his current confusion before his heart won over and tumbled out of his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, but for the love of god, please kiss me."

"Please kill me."

Kat was considering whether or not stabbing her eye out with her pen would be more painful than trying to comprehend her science homework before a well-timed interruption in the form of her best friend waltzed into her room and flopped himself down all over her bed of papers.

"I did something stupid, Kat."

"What is it this time?"

"Wait, are you implying I often do stupid things?"

"Tae, two weeks ago, you let your baby cousin shove gummies up your nose."

"They were gummy vitamins. I had a head cold, and he just wanted to make my nose better."

Tossing her textbook to the side, she lied next to him and sighed, "I'll admit the thought was cute. Now, what happened?"

"I talked to him like you told me to."

She perked up, turning to prop her head on her elbow. "And? How'd it go?"

He blushed, "We didn't talk much."

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"I, uh… I might've kissed him."

Her brows shot right back up as she coughed, "Wow. Well, that's one way to confess."

"Only I didn't."

"Didn't what? Kiss him? You're confusing me here."

He finally turned to her, grabbing her shoulders. "I didn't confess. He did."

"I-Isn't that what you wanted?…" He nods. "So, what's the problem?"

"That wasn't part of the plan!" He shook her shoulders a few times to emphasize his frustration, "I had my confession planned out, but he threw me for a loop by saying, ‘I really like you' first!"

"I mean, the guy kissed you first, so him admitting that shouldn't be too much of a surprise, Tae."

"Yes, but I was so caught off-guard that I couldn't even say it back."

"What did you say then?"

He sighed, his frown just as heavy, "What do you say to your grandmother when she gives you socks for Christmas?"

"Did… you thank him?"

Releasing her from his hold, he returned to his original position, whispering hopelessly at the ceiling, "I thanked him."

"He… thanked you?"

Jimin dropped himself gently onto the couch, resting his head on Jungkook's thigh, "He thanked me."

"Well, you are a good kisser."

"I thought we agreed we'd never bring that night up again."

"I didn't. I merely stated you were a good kisser. God blessed you with those luscious pillow lips."

"Well, these luscious pillow lips regret it…"

"Jimin Park regretting a kiss? And it's not with me? Oh my god, the world is truly coming to an end."

"Why am I friends with you again?" The question went ignored as Jungkook finished his game before paying his full attention to the pouting boy in his lap.

"Let me get this straight," This is a gay dilemma though, Jimin thought to himself. "He showed up, claimed he wanted to talk, you led him to your room, he kissed you--"

"Well, I kind of asked him to."

"Okay, and he happily did so, so you say. After that, you blurted out your feelings?"

"It might have slipped before I could think it through."

"What'd you say, exactly?"

"I really… really like you…"

"Eh, boring, but it gets the point across, I guess."

"Jungkook."

"Sorry. What about after that?"

"He, just… Froze? Then next thing I know, he's thanking me and running out the door."

"Hm…"

"What do you think?"

"I think he's an embodiment of panicked gay."

Jimin deadpans, "I'm going to straighten your ass."

"I'm already straight, baby," Jimin closed his eyes when Jungkook started running his fingers through his hair, his younger friend frowning at him. "Jimin…" The unmoving boy hummed, relaxing under his touch. "You really like him, don't you?"

Without intending to, his response came out in a whisper, "A lot, Kookie. And I wish I wouldn't scare him off every time I make it obvious."

"Taehyung doesn't peg me as the type to lead you on, so… I think… He may like you back, but this is all so new for him that he doesn't know what to do with his feelings or curiosity."

"He didn't peg me as the type to run away from his problems, but look where we are now."

"You're not a problem. You're just scary." He finally cracked an eye open, skepticism written in his features. "Okay, you're small and adorable and loveable, but you wear your heart on your sleeve. When you care about people, you give them your all, and it may be overwhelming to him." Worrying his bottom lip, Jimin considered his friend's words. "There's also the fact that you're extremely comfortable with your sexuality, whereas Tae's admitted that he has zero experience. Well, he can check ‘first kiss' off that list, thanks to you."

"Don't remind me." Jimin whined, burying his face into his hands, "I still feel terrible about that."

"It's not like he didn't like it."

"He ran away!"

"Yes, both times, but he came back for more, didn't he?"

"I-- Yes, but--" He sat up with a huff, fixing his hair. "That's because I have luscious pillow lips."

Jungkook carefully watched the blonde gather his phone and jacket. "Where are you going?"

"To take my lips and do less kissing, more talking."

"Do you even know where he lives?"

"…Hey, Kookie--"

"Let me grab my keys."

The worst case scenario would've been getting the door slammed in his face the nanosecond Taehyung saw his face. Jungkook thought that getting chased down the street by a homophobic dog would be worse, but Jimin deemed that highly unlikely. Dogs love him. Dogmatic fathers? They didn't take that into consideration. At all.

Now seated across from Taehyung's father, a sharp-dressed man running for mayor who gave off a heavy aura of authority, Jungkook was beginning to feel suffocated. He had a sick feeling about this. To his left, Jimin seemed calm and collected. The blonde was sitting up straight and silent, behaving well-mannered with his hands clasped together in his lap, just as respectful, albeit shy, as Jungkook expected. However, there's one thing Jimin lacks that has always been both a concern and a nuisance to the younger boy: he couldn't sense intolerant people. And right now, Jungkook feared the firm man before them would see nothing but that damned crest over Jimin's heart.

"You're here to see my son, you say?"

"Yes, sir." Jimin nodded while Jungkook remained unresponsive, too engrossed in observing the man.

"How do you know Taehyung?"

"We're friends, sir."

The man glanced over Jungkook, "You look familiar; I've seen you bring games while Taehyung was supposed to be studying. Jungkook, is it?" The boy offered only a single nod. "My wife thinks you're a nice kid."

Jungkook grinned, "I think Mrs. Kim is splendid as well." His smile didn't reach his eyes, and Jimin was starting to feel the tension gathering in the room. "Her cookies are especially bomb." The man grunted slightly and turned his eyes to Jimin, or more specifically, his uniform jacket.

"You're from the academy."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm surprised to see the likes of you around these kids." Mr. Kim's remark surprised Jimin, but not as much as his following statement shocked him, "Proud youngsters like you display your jackets as if they make you more important when in reality, your mommies and daddies buy your way into higher status just because you have money and God on your side." Jungkook began to wonder if he could get away with assaulting the future mayor.

"I-I'm sorry…" Jimin sounded so confused and hurt that it finally snapped Jungkook out of his silence.

"With all due respect, Mr. Kim…" The tight smile was back. Only this time, he couldn't hide the fire in his eyes. "I think it's highly unfair of you to judge so harshly when you don't even know him." The man blinked but remained composed. "Higher status? Ha! Hilarious. Jimin is my next-door neighbor in my poor-as-shit neighborhood. He got into the academy on a dance scholarship. His parents work their ass off just so they can afford to keep him in that school. Does that make them self-righteous?"

"Kookie…"

"Does that make him holier-than-thou? He's a literal angel, not a goddamned brat."

"Kookie--"

"You talk to your mother with that mouth, son?"

"You satisfy your wife with that small dick energy, sir?"