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moodboard by: tes
Taehyung smiles as he watches Jimin bow and wave to the crowd. He’s attended every single one of Jimin’s concerts. Since the first one he had in the small bar all those years ago, to the sold-out stadium they’re now in. It’s been an amazing experience every time.
He’d felt so much throughout the concert; from pure adoration as Jimin serenaded his fans, to unadulterated lust as Jimin moved his body in the mesmerizing way he does. The sway of his hips, the line of his neck as he throws his head back–
I’ll never get tired of this, Taehyung thinks as he listens to the cheers and screams. Jimin smiles brilliantly, waving goodbye to the crowd while making one final walk around the stage – and Taehyung is so, so gone for him.
It’s the last day of Jimin’s tour, and tomorrow he’ll begin his break. Said break has been long overdue. Jimin spent the past several years performing countless shows, sitting in several interviews, and balancing several other things as his demand grew. As Jimin’s manager, Taehyung had done his best to make sure Jimin still had room to breathe in his schedule – but it still wasn’t easy.
At the end of the day, he was his best friend first. He was the one who saw the sides of Jimin people didn’t see. The tears, the panic attacks, the stress that settled in Jimin’s bones. Taehyung saw it all – when no one else did.
Which was why Taehyung finally called for a break.
Jimin almost fought against it, but one look from Taehyung had him admitting that he would love it. He really gave his all in this last concert, and Taehyung saw the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of Jimin’s eyes when he finally ran off stage.
Taehyung stands as the cheers slowly die down, leaving the stadium to make his way backstage to meet his best friend. It’s a flurry of movement — the staff rushing to take down the furnishing in the greenroom and dressing room, sliding the jacket off Jimin’s shoulders to help take his costume off, and quickly removing his makeup after taking his post-concert photos.
Taehyung stands to the side, trusting his team to take care of everything. Honestly this break might be good for him as well.
“Taehyung-ah.”
Taehyung looks away from the commotion to find Jimin standing in front of him wearing an oversized hoodie and sweats. His hair is still wet with traces of lip-gloss still on his lips.
What I would give to be able to kiss you right now.
Taehyung shakes himself out of his thoughts and looks at Jimin with a gentle smile.
“Nice job out there,” he murmurs and opens his arms for a hug.
Jimin smiles widely as he steps into Taehyung’s arms and returns the hug. “You’re only saying that because you have to.”
Taehyung snorts, “It’s the truth, I swear.”
Jimin leans back slightly to look up at him. “Well thank you. I hope my fans enjoyed it.”
Taehyung smiles, resisting the urge to press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “If the cheers are anything to go by, they definitely did.”
Jimin hums and buries his face into Taehyung’s neck. They stand there in their own bubble, the last of their team rushing around them before gradually clearing out from the backstage area. The last thing Taehyung wants to do is to separate from Jimin – but the sooner they get home, the sooner they can rest and truly begin their break.
“You ready?” Taehyung finally says. Jimin nods into his shoulder before slowly stepping out of Taehyung’s arms with a sigh. Taehyung resists the urge to pull him back into his arms, and silently follows Jimin out of the venue. A car is already waiting for them by the back doors, and Taehyung can’t help but look to the side, letting out an internal sigh of relief when he doesn’t see anyone. Still cautious, he shields Jimin as he steps into the car.
The ride home is quiet, and Taehyung spends most of it responding to messages from his team on his phone. He quickly takes care of any remaining loose ends for the concert and drafts his automatic replies. Even though he’ll likely be checking his messages from time to time, this was also a break for him, and he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.
He sends the last reply just as they’re a few minutes away from their shared apartment. When he looks over, he finds Jimin fast asleep, head against the window. He smiles to himself — his eyes roaming Jimin’s softened features — before he reaches over to gently shake Jimin awake.
He bites back a laugh as Jimin slowly opens his eyes, pouting at being woken up. “Sorry Min-ah, but we’re here.”
Jimin hums as he rubs his eyes, and Taehyung turns away to once again push down the feelings that threaten to rise. The car pulls up to their apartment building, and he thanks the driver, before he steps out and holds the door open for Jimin.
They silently make their way into the building, and take the elevator up to the penthouse. Halfway through the ride, Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung, burying his face into Taehyung’s side with a tired sigh. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m excited to sleep in.” Jimin mumbles.
Taehyung smiles and hums as he slowly brings an arm around Jimin, then guiding him into their apartment when the elevator finally gets to the penthouse. He tries not to mourn the loss of warmth when Jimin pulls away, and walks in the direction of his room. Taehyung follows him down the hall, and heads into his own room that’s across the hall from Jimin’s.
He throws his phone on the nightstand, cringing slightly at the mess of clothes strewn across the floor. He eyes the pile of books at the side of the room, his vanity with an assortment of jewelry and makeup scattered across it, and huffs at the still unpacked suitcase that sits next to his window.
Well, at least I have this break to clean up a bit. Taehyung removes his clothes and throws them over the unpacked suitcase as he walks into the bathroom connected to his room to prepare for bed. He takes a long, hot shower to wash off the day's sweat and grime, and does the rest of his night routine before returning to his room. He pauses when he sees a Jimin-shaped lump in his bed.
Jimin likes to do this sometimes. It’s rare, but after concerts, when he’s come down from the high of performing, he’ll turn to find someone’s arms to be in.
Sometimes, Taehyung will lie in bed, waiting for Jimin’s text telling Taehyung where he’ll be for the night.
If they’re in their home country, he’ll hear the sounds of Jimin and whoever he’s brought home for the night along the walls before the door to Jimin’s room shuts. They’re always gone in the morning and Taehyung never mentions it.
But the nights Taehyung enjoys the most are the few that Jimin spends in his arms — even if it’s not in the same way.
Tonight is one of the nights that Jimin seeks his arms. It makes sense, with it being the night of his last concert for some time, and Taehyung won’t complain. He exhales softly as he turns off the light, and pads over to the bed to slide in behind Jimin.
Jimin immediately turns around and curls into Taehyung’s chest, throwing a leg over Taehyung’s waist with a sigh. Taehyung slowly brings his arms around Jimin, finally giving into the urge, and presses a gentle kiss to Jimin’s hair. It doesn’t mean anything this way.
“Taehyung-ah,” Jimin whispers.
Taehyung freezes and clears his throat. “Yeah?”
“I’m really glad I have you.” Jimin slurs, his exhaustion apparent.
Oh. Taehyung smiles as he tightens his hold around Jimin and buries his face in Jimin’s hair.
“Always Min-ah. I’m glad I have you too.”
Jimin doesn’t reply except for the sound of his soft breaths, the sign that he’s gone to sleep. A myriad of feelings flow through Taehyung, his heart pounding and his mind spins as he tries to suppress them. He finally exhales and closes his eyes to drift off to sleep.
∞
When Taehyung wakes up the next morning, the bed is empty, but he can hear some noise coming from the kitchen. He slowly turns onto his back, thinking about the break ahead. He couldn’t imagine not spending it with Jimin — despite everything, they were practically inseparable. It was to the point that sometimes people meeting them for the first time assumed they were dating.
If only.
Taehyung is used to Jimin laughing it off in that charming way of his. He’s used to hearing, “I mean Taehyungie is my best friend. My soulmate. But that’s all there is to it.”
But to Taehyung, that’s everything there is to it.
They’ve known each other since they were kids, and Taehyung has felt this way through every milestone of theirs - every graduation, the first kiss, first fuck first heartbreak (and every other one after that), every award and more.
He smiles after Jimin says what he says, nodding like he actually agrees, but hoping that he’d one day find the courage to actually confess.
That day hasn’t come yet.
Taehyung groans softly as he rolls off the bed and does his morning routine. He takes one look at his phone when he steps out of the bathroom and chooses to ignore it.
I’m on break after all.
He walks to the kitchen where he can hear Jimin humming softly.
“G‘morning,” he mumbles as he drapes himself over Jimin’s back. He smiles to himself when Jimin laughs and playfully tries to shake him off as he finishes making breakfast for them.
“Taehyung-ah, please,” Jimin eventually whines.
Taehyung laughs as he reluctantly steps away from Jimin to take a seat at their dining table next to the kitchen. He admires the view of Jimin moving through the kitchen and then to the dining room with their food.
Just as Jimin sets down the last of their meal, a notification pings from his phone, and Taehyung waits as Jimin walks away to grab it. He watches Jimin return to the table with a small frown on his face as he’s still reading what's on the screen.
“Everything okay?” he asks, wondering if he’d missed something by ignoring his own phone. At least one of them was taking this break seriously.
“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Jimin answers distractedly, as he types out a quick response before setting his phone down, “Jackson just texted me. He invited me to a beach party he’s having.”
Taehyung freezes mid-bite. “What?”
Everyone knows about Jackson and his parties. They’re extravagant, exclusive, and something every idol hopes to experience at least once in their lifetime.
Jimin’s been lucky to attend all of Jackson’s latest parties. He even tried to bring Taehyung with him, but Taehyung always had his work as an excuse to not go.
He refused to be somewhere he had to witness Jimin in other people’s hands.
He’d done enough of that when they were younger and there is only so much more his heart can take. He shakes himself from his thoughts and takes another bite of his food while glancing at Jimin. “Where is it? Need me to do anything?”
Jimin shakes his head. “I already told him to hold a room for us, yes us, I’m not arguing with you on this.” He glares at Taehyung, holding his gaze until Taehyung rolls his eyes and returns to his food. “The location is a surprise, but we leave tomorrow!”
Taehyung sighs, knowing better than to try to argue this time. “Okay, I’ll be ready to leave tomorrow.”
It’s not like I can say no to him anyway.
∞
[Coast by Hailee Steinfeld ft Anderson .Paak]
Jimin smiles as he steps out of the convertible, taking a deep breath as he walks towards the gorgeous beach house he parked in front of. It’s a luxurious modern structure between a few other houses that line the beach. Glass windows open to the beautiful interior, and the front has a pool to the side of the front door.
Jimin can hear Taehyung close the door to his side of the car but doesn’t glance back, knowing he’ll take their bags into the house. He makes his way around to the back of the house, where the beach meets the water.
He sighs happily, tasting the salty air, and as he nears the water’s edge he closes his eyes. He’s needed this.
He has his best friend to thank for being able to have a break at all, but he has Jackson to thank for bringing him back to the sea. He’s definitely looking forward to the week ahead, and if he plays his cards right, the rest of his break will be just as great.
Jimin opens his eyes when he hears the soft sound of footsteps coming towards him, the light smile on his face dropping when he sees Taehyung’s worried expression. Taehyung can’t be anything but happy on this trip, Jimin will not settle for anything else.
“What’s wrong?” He asks nervously.
Taehyung chews his bottom lip, considering his words before exhaling. “The room they gave us…”
“Is it bad? We can go to a hotel and just come for the party, it doesn’t matter.” Jimin replies, already moving towards the house.
Taehyung shakes his head, grabbing Jimin’s wrist to keep him from moving further. Jimin tries to ignore the warmth that rushes through him, instead looking up at Taehyung questioningly.
“The room is nice. Great even. It’s just…” Taehyung hesitates.
Jimin huffs impatiently. “It’s what?”
“There’s only one bed.” Taehyung says.
Oh.
“That’s it?” Jimin asks, trying to downplay the slight panic he feels. “It’s not the first time we’ve shared a bed. We slept together last night!”
He tries not to squirm under Taehyung’s gaze, eyes searching. What Taehyung could be searching for, he doesn’t know, but he hopes Taehyung can’t see how he feels. Not yet.
“I guess you’re right,” Taehyung replies with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I was concerned about then.”
Jimin nods, “It’ll be fine. If it’s too much, we can go to a hotel or something.”
Taehyung shakes his head, “I’m okay with it, if you’re okay with it.” Taehyung eventually leaves after a few moments, murmuring that he’s going to get ready for the party and for Jimin to call for him if he needs anything.
Jimin screams internally at the turn of events. He doesn’t know if he should consider himself lucky. Sure, he wanted to confess to Taehyung during this trip, but now he is sharing a bed with him? What if he rejects him?
“Jimin!”
Jimin turns to where he hears his name being called, smiling widely as Jackson strolls towards him.
“Hey, how are you? Heard your tour was amazing.” Jackson exclaims whale pulling Jimin into a hug.
Jimin laughs and nods as Jackson steps back. “It was pretty good, the fans loved it at least.”
“Of course they did! It’s you after all.” Jackson boasts, turning and leading Jimin into a side house where people are starting to set up for the party. “I’m so glad you’re able to make it. You even brought your boyfriend this time!”
Jimin freezes. “Ah— he’s not—” He’s not sure why his usual excuse seems to get stuck in his throat.
“Oh?” Jackson pauses what he’s doing to smirk at him. “But…maybe he will be?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Jimin groans as he bites his lip and nods. The next hour goes by in a blur as Jackson launches into a passionate, encouraging speech on how Jimin should confess to the love of his life and how he’s honored that Jimin is doing it at his party.
By the time Jimin manages to stumble away, now surprisingly feeling a little more courageous about his plans, the party has already started. A few people are mingling on the beachfront, music playing from speakers as more guests trickle in. He quickly makes his way to the room Jackson had directed him to, frowning slightly when he finds that Taehyung is not in the room.
He changes into his favorite cropped tank top, then puts on fishnets and jean shorts over them. He swipes on some lip gloss and light make-up, throws on his favorite rings, earrings, and slips in his lip ring for the final touch. He takes a few deep breaths and steps back out of the house to the party in full swing.
He grabs a shot, throwing it back before he grabs another drink to hold, and walks down the beach in search of Taehyung. He greets people, making his way through the dancing bodies and the talking groups, ignoring the wolf whistles and flirty comments as he searches for his best friend. In the time that he looks for Taehyung, he finishes his drink and places it on a table before he turns and freezes.
Taehyung is stunning. He’s also wearing a cropped tank top, the neckline far down enough to give Jimin a view of his glistening chest. He’s wearing shorts, but unlike Jimin, he’s not wearing fishnets underneath them. Jimin catches a glimpse of Taehyung’s thigh tattoo, and a wave of want rushes through him as his eyes roam back up to meet Taehyung’s.
Taehyung’s eyes are dark, focused only on him as Jimin slowly walks towards him. The world around them practically fades, both of them only having eyes for each other.
“Hi.” Jimin whispers, as he steps up to him, bravely placing his hands on Taehyung’s waist.
“Hi.” Taehyung echoes, shyly bringing his arms around Jimin’s shoulders.
Jimin pulls Taehyung closer, gently swaying them as he looks into his eyes while the music plays and the crowd moves around them.
Jimin has so many questions, so many things he wants to say, but can’t bring himself to say them right now. When he’s just about to open his mouth to blurt something out, the music changes and he throws all caution to the wind. He turns Taehyung around in his arms, exhaling as Taehyung throws his head back onto his shoulder and he begins to guide their bodies to move to the music.
Jimin lets his hands roam Taehyung’s body as they dance, hips moving together as the music and heat builds around them. They dance pressed close for what seems like hours, Jimin getting braver each moment that passes. He leans down, bringing his lips to gently kiss Taehyung’s neck as they continue to move together. Taehyung rolls his head, exposing more of his neck as Jimin presses a kiss, then another, and another up the column of his neck.
Taehyung begins to press his ass back, grinding a little more insistently and Jimin tightens his grip on Taehyung’s waist as he feels himself slowly growing hard.
“Taehyung-ah,” Jimin murmurs into Taehyung’s ear.
Taehyung doesn’t answer, instead turning around and throwing his arms around Jimin’s neck and weaving his hands into Jimin’s hair. For a moment, everything freezes as they look into each other’s eyes, heat rising between them with every breath. Jimin’s eyes widen when Taehyung surges forward and captures his lips in a searing kiss.
He’s still in shock, but quickly lets the heat of the kiss pull him under, closing his eyes and kissing Taehyung back. Taehyung’s lips are soft and taste like the sea they dance next to. It’s a riptide, and Jimin wants to sink into him, to pull him close.
As the world comes back to them, he distantly hears people around them cheering and whistling. He smiles against Taehyung’s lips before he pulls back and grabs Taehyung’s hand to lead him out of the party to their room.
“Jimin—” Taehyung tries to speak when they get back to their room, but Jimin silences him with another kiss. He leads Taehyung to the bed, stepping back to quickly rid them of their clothes, before he guides Taehyung to lie back in the sheets and drapes himself over him as he continues to kiss him. He slowly kisses along Taehyung’s jaw, hands running over Taehyung’s body as he sucks marks into Taehyung’s neck.
His dick throbs as Taehyung arches into him, thigh brushing against it and they both moan.
“Taehyung-ah. Can I fuck you?” Jimin asks between kisses and Taehyung moans in reply. Jimin chuckles, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Taehyung’s dick, thumbing the slit. “I need words, baby.”
Taehyung arches off the bed as Jimin pinches his nipples and slowly begins to stroke his dick, the slide a little dry as Jimin slowly spreads pre-cum from the tip. “Yes. Please fuck me.” Taehyung breathes.
Jimin watches as Taehyung trembles, relishing in the soft moans that escape from his lips as Jimin twists his hand, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. His mouth waters, wanting to feel the weight of Taehyung’s dick on his tongue, but he resists. Another time.
Taehyung’s breathing grows more ragged, his body beginning to shake so Jimin brings his hand to the base of Taehyung’s dick to stave off his orgasm. He smiles and shushes Taehyung gently when he whines at being denied his pleasure, and leans down to capture his lips in another kiss.
He bites Taehyung’s bottom lip as he ends the kiss, moving slightly away to reach into the night stand for the lube he’d placed there earlier in the evening. He ignores Taehyung’s questioning glance, focusing on slicking up his fingers as he moves to kneel between Taehyung’s legs.
Taehyung sighs when Jimin pushes one finger in and he lets out a groan of his own as he feels how it sucks his finger in. He kisses Taehyung as he slowly pushes in another finger, adding another as their kiss grows heated. Jimin swallows the sweet sounds that drop from Taehyung’s lips as he circles his hips to fuck himself on Jimin’s fingers.
Jimin slowly slips his fingers out, using the excess lube to slick himself up. He kisses Taehyung one last time before sitting back on his heels and grips Taehyung thighs — one hand curled around Taehyung’s tattoo — to pull his ass up into his lap. He reaches down to line up with Taehyung’s hole, and Taehyung’s mouth open in a silent cry as Jimin sinks into him, inch by inch, letting out a guttural moan of his own.
He slowly brings his hand back into a bruising grip on Taehyung’s thigh, as he pulls out and presses back into him. It takes everything in Jimin to not cum right then and there, the heat of arousal rushing over him as he watches the way Taehyung’s hole swallows his dick as he fucks him.
“Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.” Taehyung chants with each thrust, looking at him through lidded eyes.
The way his name falls from Taehyung’s lips is intoxicating, and Jimin drops one of Taehyung’s legs, shifting so he hits Taehyung’s prostate. Taehyung gasps, throwing his head back as he reaches a new height of pleasure, barely noticing when Jimin falters as Taehyung clenches around him.
It’s surreal, the way they’re connected, unlike anything else he’s ever experienced before.
He leans down, grabbing Taehyung’s wrists to bring them over his head with one hand, and drops his other arm next to Taehyung’s face, caging him in as he continues to fuck into him. His low sounds punctuate the rocking of his hips, and Taehyung's body gradually grows taut as he gets closer and closer to pleasure’s edge again.
This time, Jimin doesn’t stop him, rolling his hips to fuck Taehyung through his orgasm as he trembles below him. When Taehyung finally goes limp, still high on pleasure, he pulls out and moves to straddle Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung opens his mouth without prompting, and sticks his tongue out.
“Taehyung-ah…” Jimin breathes, hot with arousal at the sight as he presses his fingers on Taehyung’s tongue. He drags them down Taehyung’s tongue before bringing his hand to his dick and slowly pushes it into Taehyung’s mouth, eyes darkening as Taehyung wraps his lips around it and hollows his cheeks.
It only takes a few thrusts, the sight of a blissed-out Taehyung with his lips around his dick, to bring Jimin over the edge and cum into Taehyung’s mouth. When he finally comes down from the peak of pleasure, he slowly slips out and moves off of Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung turns his head slightly, opening his mouth to reveal Jimin’s cum sitting on his tongue and Jimin almost gets hard again.
He resists the urge to flip Taehyung over and fuck him senseless, leaning down to kiss Taehyung instead. They trade his cum between their lips, hot, wet, and messy — and it might be the hottest thing he’s ever done. They move languidly, as they continue to come down from their high, and back to awareness of what they’ve done and where they are.
Jimin feels Taehyung grow tense, but immediately wraps his arms around him, parting from his lips and buries his face in Taehyung’s chest.
“Jimin-ah.” Taehyung murmurs, voice rough and fucked out.
Jimin shivers, but pushes past the arousal that resurfaces to deal with the situation at hand.
“I don’t regret this.” He says firmly, as he leans back to look directly into Taehyung’s eyes. “I’ve wanted you, for a very long time. I love you and I— I wanted to use this break to confess to you… I just didn’t imagine it would be like this.”
He forces himself to hold Taehyung’s gaze as he speaks and trails off, hoping that Taehyung can truly see how much he loves his best friend. He lets out a sigh of relief when Taehyung cups the back of his head and pulls him into a sweet kiss.
“I love you too,” Taehyung whispers when he pulls away, eyes shining. “I’ve also loved you for a very long time. I don’t care that this is how you confessed, I just care that you’re finally mine.”
Jimin laughs, surging forward to kiss him again. They can’t help but make out, the sounds of the party is background noise as they move together in the sheets well into the night.
They can’t keep their hands off each other the next day when they go on an outing along the coast with Jackson and some of their other friends.
Nor can they keep their hands off each other in the days that follow through the rest of the break. The break is rejuvenating for both of them, and by the time Jimin returns to his work, he’s very refreshed and inspired for his next comeback.
Now, Taehyung is truly at his side — continuing to support him like he always has, and more. When people meet them for the first time, and assume that they’re dating, Jimin smiles in that charming way of his, and answers with pride.
“Taehyung is my best friend. My soulmate. There’s nothing else like the love I have for him.”