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“Oh Jiminie, I planned my outfit for tomorrow! I think I’m gonna go with the white jumper and the floral choker you got me, and maybe pair that with my purple skinnies. Do you think that’s good enough? I’ve got to impress Jeongguk more than last time, and he always looks amazing no matter what.” Taehyung lets out a sigh of delight at the thought of seeing Jeongguk again, glancing over at Jimin as he waits for his best friend’s outfit input.
Jimin looks up at him with his eyebrows raised as he gives a small nod, a pleased sound coming from his throat. “Mm-hmm~”
Taehyung runs a hand through Jimin’s hair with a grin. “Perfect! Also, Minnie, could I borrow your-ahh, fuck…”
At that exact moment Park Jimin decides to interrupt him, one finger tapping on Taehyung’s thigh to the beat of ‘Russian Roulette’ as he leans in until Taehyung’s cock hits the back of his throat. He hums contently to the music but the vibrations have Taehyung groaning, fingers gripping Jimin’s candyfloss pink hair as he completely loses his train of thought.
He doesn’t know how Jimin manages to continue to deep throat him for so long, Jimin is sometimes so ridiculously good at what he does that it’s unreal, but eventually he pulls back, giving a kitten lick to the head of Taehyung’s cock. He tilts his head, eyes big and innocent from under his fringe as he continues to hum to the music.
“Can you borrow my what, Tae?”
Taehyung is about to answer when Jimin runs a thumb over the slit of his dick, and then he almost chokes on his own spit.
“Jiminie…” He whines almost pitifully. “Finish sucking me off first, please?”
Jimin just gives him a shrug, moving from where he’s perched on his knees between Taehyung’s thighs to sitting cross-legged, lifting a thumb from his cock and watching the pre-cum that drips off of it nonchalantly. “You started the conversation, TaeTae~”
“Don’t be a tease…! I love you more than anything in the world…apart from maybe Jeongguk, but please get me off?”
Jimin giggles at that, leaning back up as he begins pumping Taehyung’s cock again. “Alright babe, if you insist.”
Orgasms from Jimin are always incredible, Taehyung has learnt that over the past few months, and this one isn’t any different. God, how did he used to go through life only getting himself off? He comes with a groan as Jimin takes him into his mouth again, waiting until Taehyung comes down from his high before pulling off and swallowing, wiping the excess come stuck to his lip gloss from his mouth.
Then he climbs up onto their bed as Taehyung tugs his underwear back on, the pair of them entangling in a mess of limbs. Jimin’s jumper rides up against his stomach, his pink Victoria’s Secret panties curving around his hips. “So, what was that last question?”
Taehyung nods over at Jimin’s panties, one hand reaching out to run across the silk waistband. “Could I borrow a pair of these to wear tomorrow?”
“Hmm…” Jimin dramatically moves to look up at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowing in mock thought before gently tapping the end of Taehyung’s nose with a teasing grin. “No~ As much as I love you, these are expensive and you can’t tell me you don’t earn enough to get your own.”
“Aww, so cruel~” Taehyung pretends to sigh just a theatrically as his best friend, resigning himself to his terrible fate of having to wear his own underwear to woo Jeongguk at the fansign tomorrow.
Life is definitely hard sometimes.
Now rewind 4 months to the same Kim Taehyung stood in front of the apartment block containing his supposed new home, purple tinted glasses perched on the end of his nose as he pulls out his earbuds and pauses his music, a photo of BTS’s Jeon Jeongguk lighting up on the lock screen of his phone.
He just about manages to stagger up the stairs with his suitcase and rucksack hanging off each of his arms, gasping as he finally gets to the 3rd floor. Now he just has to pray that his new roommate is actually in; he’d texted Jimin about an hour ago saying he’d just arrived in the city but has yet to receive any response. God forbid if he’s at work and Taehyung has to wait outside until the evening to be let in.
He wonders if his parents would have agreed to let him go to Seoul for his gap year if he’d told them he was moving into a one bedroom apartment with a boy he’s never met before. Although he also wonders what they would have said if he’d admitted that he wanted to go in order to open a fansite for his favourite idol and the love of his life, not just to improve his photography before his new university course.
Living in Daegu his whole life meant that Taehyung could never attend BTS concerts, and he would never be lucky enough to get into a fansign to meet Jeongguk and the rest of the members face to face.
So after dropping out of university for the first time he decided to change that, packing up his bags and making the move to Seoul on his own so that he can dedicate at least the rest of this year to taking photos of the most stunning boy on this earth. Maybe Jeongguk will come to recognise him, and by September Taehyung might even be able to afford to buy him some birthday gifts.
Taehyung composes himself once he notices some drool running from his mouth after being lost in a daydream thinking about Jeongguk again. He drops his rucksack on the ground to free up his right hand, knocking a couple of times on the apartment door in front of him and praying it’s the right one.
He begins to doubt himself after a few seconds of silence follows, but then he hears shuffling on the other side of the door and it eventually opens. Taehyung is greeted by a rather sleepy looking boy with messy cotton candy pink hair, eyeliner smudged across his eyelids and the remnants of a layer of gloss shimmering over his plush lips. However, what catches his attention even more is the silk baby pink robe the boy is clad in, the material ending in a lace trim midway down his thighs and hanging loosely off of his shoulders.
“Oh, sorry, did I wake you up…?!” Taehyung squeaks, checking the time on his phone again in a panic that it might be way earlier than he thought. However he confirms that it is in fact 3pm, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion back at the boy. “…were you taking a nap?”
“No, I was just sleeping in…I worked until late last night.” The boy runs a hand through his pink hair, a delicate yawn escaping his mouth as his eyes sluggishly glance up and down Taehyung’s body. “Are you Taehyung?”
“Oh, well I’m sorry for waking you up either way…but yes, that’s me, you can call me Tae! You must be Jimin.” He offers a boxy grin to the boy, extending a hand out for him to shake. Jimin nods and looks down at his hand with a chuckle as he takes it, but to Taehyung’s surprise he doesn’t shake it. Instead Jimin brings it up to his lips and presses a kiss to the pad of his middle finger before observing his chipped purple nail varnish. Jimin’s are painted in a similar fashion, but his pastel pink nails are flawless.
“Nice to meet you, Tae~” Jimin seems a lot more awake since arriving at the door, and he quickly grabs Taehyung’s rucksack and pulls him inside. “Make yourself at home, I tried to clean up a little but I’ve been working a lot so it’s been difficult.”
Taehyung lets his gaze fall upon the apartment; it looks pretty similar to the photos Jimin had put online, a decently sized open plan room with a kitchen area by the front door and then the rest of the space consisting of a combined lounge and bedroom. It’s comfortably cluttered, the large vanity covered with various makeup items and a white faux coat framing the back of the matching chair. Everything in a room is a shade of white or pink, a queen sized bed tucked into the corner by the window with a sheer canopy hanging down over the sheets.
Taehyung looks across from the canopy to be greeted by a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling; a fairly small chandelier, but a chandelier nonetheless. There’s also a clothing rack by the bathroom door is filled with pastel t-shirts and shorts, as well as pieces that Taehyung would normally assume to only be for women. He looks down at the many many pairs of shoes underneath, ranging from sneakers to full on stiletto heels and begins to wonder exactly what kind of person Park Jimin is. At the same time Taehyung finds himself mesmerised, almost wanting to get his hands on everything surrounding him.
“Wow…” He finally lets out, his mouth hanging open in a way that makes Jimin laugh again. The other boy saunters across the room and lays back on the bed, rolling onto his front and swinging his legs back and forth behind him. From this angle Taehyung can see the dip of his collarbones underneath his robe, as well as the selection of hickeys painting his chest various shades of red and purple.
“You like it? We can get another rack for your clothes, you actually kind of match my aesthetic~” He hums, eyes caught on Taehyung’s holographic jacket and Doc Martins. “Do you always dress like that?”
Taehyung nods quickly, posing with one of his hands in a V formation. “Yup! This is my favourite jacket, but a lot of my clothes are coming in boxes at the end of the week so I only have a few things.”
His spontaneous pose elicits yet another giggle from Jimin, the boy covering his mouth with his hand as his dimples show through his smile. “It’s very cute. Do you really only have clothes left to bring?”
“Well, clothes and some albums. I collect albums, so I have quite a lot…” Taehyung pauses, eyes locking on the bookshelf leaning against one wall, practically empty apart from a few bottles of perfume.
Jimin follows his gaze, making a noise of understanding once he catches onto Taehyung’s line of thought. “Oh, you can definitely store them there, I barely use that bookshelf. I don’t read a lot, and I’m sure I can find another space for my perfumes~”
“Thank you, Jimin!” Taehyung lets his eyes fall on the items all across the room again in awe. “Everything in here looks so fancy…do you really wear all of those clothes and shoes?”
“Uh-huh.” Jimin confirms. “You don’t mind that, do you?”
Taehyung shakes his head quickly, leaning down to pick up a pair of lilac platform heels lined up against the wall. “Definitely not, I wish I could walk in heels like these sometimes…I bet you look amazing in everything.”
“You’re sweet; I like to think I look good. I can teach you to walk in those, if you like.”
“Really?! That’d be so cool!” Taehyung grins, placing the shoes back down contently as Jimin stares at his nail varnish from across the room.
“…since we’re gonna be living together, can I offer to repaint your nails?” He nods to Taehyung’s hands, a pout forming over his mouth. “They’re all chipped…”
“You don’t mind? They got ruined when I was packing all my stuff.”
Jimin shakes his head, sitting up and patting the bed next to him. Taehyung climbs up and sits across from him as Jimin reaches over and grabs the nail varnish remover as well as a new shade of slightly holographic purple. Taehyung’s eyes light up as the sight of it, wiggling his fingers in excitement. He lets Jimin strip the remaining polish from his fingers, humming happily as a new layer of fresh colour graces his nails.
“Oh, I did order another bed for you.” Jimin pipes up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “It hasn’t arrived yet, annoyingly…”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind sleeping on the couch!” Taehyung smiles; he can sleep anywhere, even though Jimin’s bed is invitingly cosy right now.
Jimin gives him a mildly concerned look, tilting his head in a way that makes the pink of his fringe fall further into his face. “Really? Are you sure? You can take my bed if y-”
Taehyung hushes him with a finger to Jimin’s lips, getting a squeak out of the other boy as he blinks in surprise. “It’s totally fine with me, I’m sure~”
That seems to satisfy Jimin for an answer, and he gives a confirming nod before focusing his attention back on Taehyung’s nails. He paints them with ridiculous precision, Taehyung thinks how he’s evidently been painting his own nails (and maybe other people’s) for a long time. As Jimin neatens up the corners he puckers his lips in concentration, humming a familiar tune when Taehyung begins to talk again.
“You’re so good at this, thank you Jiminie! They look so nice.”
Jimin blinks, pausing his work to look up at Taehyung. “Jiminie?”
“I give most of my friends nicknames.” Taehyung grins. “We’re roommates now, and you’re already painting my nails, so I think that’s good enough for us to be friends!”
“I guess it is…” Jimin gives him a soft smile, covering half of his face with his hand shyly. He recomposes himself quickly, reaching out to pinch one of Taehyung’s cheeks. “TaeTae~”