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The sun shines brightly overhead, birds chirping somewhere in the distance while a light breeze drifts through the park, strong enough to send Jimin’s hair tumbling into his eyes.
Taehyung doesn’t even think; his hand moves before his brain can catch up, fingers gently brushing the soft blonde strands away from Jimin’s face. Away from those warm brown eyes that Taehyung is becoming dangerously fond of staring into.
Jimin blinks at the sudden touch, a soft flush blooms across his cheeks almost immediately. Taehyung’s heart does backflips in his chest at the sight.
It’s only their fourth date, and yet sitting across from Jimin feels alarmingly natural, easy in a way Taehyung isn’t used to. Conversation never has to be forced with him, silence doesn’t feel awkward, and Taehyung already lets his guard down around him without even realizing he’s doing it. Jimin makes him feel things he doesn’t quite know what to do with.
Jimin smiles softly, “You know, I really like spending time with you.”
Simple, harmless words that still hit Taehyung like a truck.
He likes spending time with Jimin too.
Way too much.
Enough that the thought of this turning into something real sends equal parts warmth and panic curling through his chest.
It’s not that he doesn’t want something real with Jimin, but it does mean an eventual conversation that he’s not quite ready for yet.
He should tell him now, and just get it over with. Save himself from the disappointment before this turns into something bigger than it already is. It’s going to come up eventually, it always does—there’s really no way around it.
Taehyung opens his mouth to talk, but it’s no use. His jaw works uselessly, mouth opening and closing around words that refuse to come out. His brain is screaming at him, to say something like: Hey, before this goes any further, there’s something you should know.
He sighs, finally pushes himself to get the first word out when suddenly Jimin bends down to greet a dog trotting past their bench, voice bright and warm as he coos softly at the overly enthusiastic golden retriever. His eyes crinkle at the corners when the dog immediately climbs into his lap.
Taehyung’s heart quickens at the sight; Jimin’s just so beautiful, such a lovely person and he doesn’t want to ruin this. It’s only been a month and he already can’t imagine life without that beautiful smile, and warm starry eyes.
He would hate to watch that inevitable shift settle across Jimin’s face; hesitation, or an awkward apology. Today, he wants to bask in this version of Jimin a little longer.
So instead, Taehyung just smiles and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s cheek—heart flipping at the quiet giggle he gets in return.
—-
At this point, there isn’t a day that goes by without them seeing each other. Sometimes it’s twenty minutes squeezed between their schedules, while other days its hours stretched lazily across couches, café booths, or endless walks.
And somehow it’s still not enough.
Taehyung is beginning to suspect he could spend every waking hour with Jimin and still find himself missing him the second they part ways. If he could crawl into Jimin’s skin, he probably would.
He’s just greedy for him, in a way that he’s never experienced with anyone else. Which is going to make it so much harder when—
“Can I ask you something?” Jimin’s soft voice cuts through his thoughts.
Taehyung hums distractedly from where he’s stretched across Jimin’s couch.
Jimin pauses the movie that they weren’t even really watching, yet Taehyung’s heartbeat speeds up anyway.
Taehyung immediately narrows his eyes. “Oh, it’s this serious?”
Jimin laughs quietly, “Yes, actually.”
That gets Taehyung’s full attention. He really looks at Jimin now— takes in the way he fidgets with his fingers, and keeps glancing everywhere except directly at Taehyung.
He’s nervous.
That realization settles warmly in Taehyung’s chest for all of half a second before—
“I really like this,” Jimin says quietly, and Taehyung’s chest immediately tightens.
“Us, I mean.”
Oh.
Oh, no.
“I was wondering…” Jimin rubs the back of his neck, smiling a little shyly. “Do you maybe wanna be my boyfriend?”
Everything inside Taehyung immediately screams yes.
Yes.
God, yes.
He wants that more than he should and that’s the problem. Suddenly all he can think about is how much worse this is going to hurt later because this time, it won’t be some stranger walking out his door, it’ll be Jimin.
Jimin, with his bright laugh, warm hands, and soft eyes. Jimin, who Taehyung already can’t imagine losing, and that makes this infinitely more terrifying.
“Um.. Jimin—“ Taehyung starts, throat feeling so dry it almost hurts. This was definitely coming one day, he just didn’t know tonight would be the night.
“Oh.. it’s okay if the answer is no…” Jimin practically deflates, looking down at his hands like they are the most interesting thing in the world.
The words come out fast after that, like if he hesitates, he’ll lose his nerve completely, “No, I would love nothing more, but—”
Instantly, concern flashes across Jimin’s face.
“If this is going to become… real,” he says carefully, staring stubbornly at a loose thread on the couch cushion, “then you should know now.”
Silence.
God.
He hates this part.
“My dating history is…” He exhales sharply. “Bad.”
Understatement of the century.
“There’s a reason for that.”
His heartbeat pounds painfully in his ears, “People usually react…” He swallows. “Not great.”
Jimin’s brows knit together immediately, “React to what?”
There it is.
Time for him to stop beating around the bush. Taehyung forces himself to meet Jimin’s eyes, “My size is a bit… bigger than average, I guess.”
The embarrassment arrives hot and immediate—tips of his ears and his cheeks flare a fire red.
“I’ve had relationships end because of it.”
And dates, and hookups, and pretty much every single budding intimate relationship he’s ever had leading up to now. He doesn’t say that though, just swallows and stares at the floor, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.
“I’ve just—I’ve heard that it’s too much, and that people don’t.. want that.” Taehyung picks at his fingers in his lap, nerves taking over as he rambles on, “One guy told me it’s probably why I’m still single.”
God, why did he say that out loud? That was definitely too much. He exhales shakily before continuing, “So, I understand if you wanna end things here.”
Silence.
Taehyung braces himself for the shift, the inevitable crash of something that had finally started going right for him, but it never comes. Jimin just blinks those pretty, long eyelashes at him before concern sets into his pretty features once again.
“Taehyung-ah,” Jimin’s airy voice finally breaches the air after a couple of minutes, “first of all, that guy is an asshole.”
Taehyung lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and Jimin isn’t even done.
“Second of all, I like you, Taehyung,” Jimin smiles warmly and takes his hand, those small fingers interlocking with his own, “I like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way you yap when you’re passionate about something, how caring you are. I could go on and on for days about all the things I like about you.”
Taehyung can feel the corner of his mouth start to perk up despite himself.
“So no, I’m not going to change my mind just because of what’s in your pants.”
Wow.
Taehyung really looks at him then, takes in those pretty eyes staring back with nothing but warmth, and adoration. He searches for any sign of the usual hesitation or disappointment, but it’s simply not there.
Jimin smiles a little, mischief creeping into his expression. “Besides,” he adds casually, “sounds like you’re trying to threaten me with a good time.”
“Jimin!”
“What?” Jimin laughs brightly.
Taehyung can barely process the joke through the sheer shock of not being rejected. The warmth in his chest feels almost unbearable, in the best way.
He smiles helplessly, still a little dazed, “Come here.”
Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He closes the distance immediately, soft amusement still lingering on his face. Taehyung cups his cheek almost instinctively, overwhelmed by the simple, impossible fact that Jimin is here. Still here, and not pulling away. Choosing him.
Their lips slot together effortlessly, those soft lips feel heavenly against his own. He hums into it, wants to savor the taste of his mouth. When they separate, Jimin’s forehead bumps lightly against his.
“So,” Jimin murmurs, smile bright and fond, “does this mean you’re finally gonna answer my question?”
Taehyung blinks, “What question?”
Jimin gasps dramatically, “My boyfriend proposal?”
“Oh.”
Right, that.
Taehyung laughs softly, shaking his head, “I thought the answer was obvious.”
Jimin immediately pouts, “I want to hear you say it.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but there’s a persistent smile plastered on his face that gives him away, “Yes, Jimin. I’m your boyfriend.”
The grin that spreads across Jimin’s face is blinding; his heart throbs in his chest at the sight.
“My boyfriend,” Jimin is practically beaming, “I love the sound of that.”
Taehyung chuckles again, before placing another quick kiss to those pretty lips.
“Me too.”
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
—
Taehyung loves being Jimin’s boyfriend.
He loves listening to Jimin rant passionately about his favorite movies, loves when Jimin steals his hoodies and wears them around his apartment like they belong to him.
Loves making his tea exactly the way he likes it, with way too much honey, scolding hot, and pretending not to notice the pleased little smile it earns him every single time.
He loves discovering new things about Jimin. Like how painting isn't just a hobby for him—it's something he throws himself into completely. Taehyung feels nothing but adoration when he watches that soft concentration settle across Jimin's face while he works, tongue peeking out slightly, completely unaware that Taehyung has been staring at him for the last five minutes.
He might also secret love giving gentle reminders to eat when he gets too caught up in a project. Loves that Jimin complains dramatically every time and listens anyway.
He loves movie nights curled together on the couch, and choosing what to watch because Jimin takes approximately forty years to make a decision.
Then there’s the way Jimin naturally fits beside him like he’s always belonged there. Like he’s been the missing piece to his puzzle.
And he loves kissing Jimin.
Especially now, that familiar slim frame straddling his lap, lips slotted into his own moving frantically. Taehyung’s hand slips down to his waist, and his tongue hungrily enters Jimin’s mouth. He moans into it, hand gripping Taehyung’s shoulder as he sucks on his tongue.
Fuck.
Taehyung can feel himself growing hard underneath the material of his sweats, and he’s certain Jimin can too with the way his eyes suddenly widen and hips still.
Taehyung reluctantly breaks the kiss, pants against Jimin’s mouth, “I’m sorry, we can stop here if you want, baby.”
They haven’t gone any further than kissing. Sure, there’s been a few makeout sessions that end with their hearts racing and breathless, but nothing more. They haven’t really talked about it either, not since he told Jimin about his size. He didn’t really want to bring it up either—didn’t want to rush anything.
Also, despite everything there’s still a small part of bim that’s a little worried Jimin will change his mind when his pants come off. But he tries to push that thought away and lock it away deep in his brain.
“I want it.”
Taehyung’s whole body resets. His pulse quickens as arousal flushes throughout his body, settling into his lower belly.
“Are you sure?” He asks calmly, despite how he feels on the inside.
“Please Taehyung.” Jimin is whining now, hips slowly rocking down into him again, and fuck does it feel good. Tingles shoot down his spine and he instinctively bucks his hips up to chase the feeling, earning a surprised moan.
“Fuck,” Jimin pants, tone a few octaves deeper and huskier than usual. Then he’s leaning back, hand slipping between their bodies, and resting at his waistband, “can I?”
Taehyung almost groans, nodding frantically despite the slight pang of anxiety in his chest. Jimin lifts himself a bit to help shimmy his pants down his legs, until he’s sitting there in his boxers. The bulge is obscene at this point—thin fabric stretched around the girth of it, some veins that run along his length are visible through the white cotton. Then there’s the tip peaking from the edge of his boxers; flushed red and leaking onto his thigh.
His cheeks heat up with embarrassment, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as silence builds around them. He braces himself for it—for Jimin to change his mind, get up and leave him lying here.
But it doesn’t come. Jimin doesn’t even move a muscle.
When he finally glances up, he finds Jimin practically drooling; mouth hanging open, pupils so dilated that they swallow the brown, thick bulge in his own pants, tenting the fabric.
“Holy shit.” Jimin finally whispers after a long pause, voice hoarse and impossibly turned on, “Fuck. Good thing I have that toy.”
Oh fuck.