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christmas i love you
you’re the one
oh i’ve been waitin’ for this-
“jiminie?”
jimin startles, slamming his laptop shut with a loud clap that echoes through the dark table lamp-lit room. his head whips towards the dark hallway, spotting a small silhouette curled into himself, gripping at the edge of jimin’s bedroom door.
“taetae?” jimin shakily whispered into the darkness, gripping tightly onto the top of his laptop as his heart pounded erratically in his ears.
“you’re still awake? we have to get up in a few...a few hours,” taehyung mumbled, his sleep-ridden brain struggling to form thoughts coherently. he yawned, hands coming up rubbing at his half-closed eyes sluggishly.
“ ‘m sorry tae, did i wake you?” jimin whispered, still-shaky arms wide open to welcome taehyung into his untouched bed. taehyung, still sleepy, stumbled across the room into jimin’s arms without any hesitation.
“mmhm,” taehyung mumbled, snuggling deeper into the warmth that was his housemate’s chest; his deep voice rumbled throughout jimin’s body, causing him to bury his face into taehyung’s strawberry scented hair to muffle his erratic his breathing.
“let me sleep here with you as...as an apology.”
jimin lets out a shuddering breath, tugging the blanket over their bodies, “sure taetae.”
taehyung hummed against jimin’s neck, warm breath puffing over his overheated skin. he tightened his hold on jimin’s midriff, feeling a pair of arms squeeze him tighter. they fell asleep in each others’ arms as snow fell outside their cozy apartment, turning the silent streets into a white wonderland.
✰
My heart is already onto these white streets
Last night in my dream, it snowed
Under the blanket, I waited for you all day
-
jimin woke up to sunlight streaming in from his haphazardly closed curtains. he let out a quiet yawn, arms instinctively tightening around the warm body sprawled out on top of him. he sighs softly to himself, eyes tracing every curve and dip of the face inches from his own; he admires the way sunlight seems to seep into and glow on honeyed skin, the way his delicate eyelashes cast a soft shadow across his rosy cheeks; his soft lips are parted gently, letting warm breaths slip from them; soft curls of black delicately framed his face, stray strands falling over his closed eyelids, accompanied by the rise and fall of his chest made him seem like a meticulously crafted sculpture of an angel.
jimin lifted his hand towards the untouchable angel above him, gently tracing his cheekbone, brushing strands of soft hair away and tucking them behind his piercing-cladded ear. he froze when the angel above him stirred, arms shifting from jimin’s chest to tighten around his shoulders. jimin shut his eyes tightly, feigning sleep as he heard a groan resound from the boy, hair now tickling his cheek as the boy shifted. jimin forced his breathing and heartbeat to even out, almost startling when he felt the weight above him lift. he was distinctly aware of his surroundings, of soft footsteps leading away from the bed, of the rustle of curtains being tugged aside, of a soft gasp slipping from grinning lips, of hurried footsteps nearing the bed.
-
taehyung felt a gentle pressure on his cheek as the world gradually focused around him, like a camera lens zooming in on a breathtaking view. he pried his heavy eyes open, blearily blinking as he glanced at the sleeping prince beneath him. taehyung yearned, ached, urged to touch the stunning boy underneath him, fingers stilling inches from the soft supple cheek; he shook himself from his fantasies and glanced around.
the curtains were slightly askew, letting light create a path from the window towards the bed like a spotlight on stage. he saw a soft speck fly past the window in his peripheral vision, almost mistaking it for dust. taehyung froze, heartbeat spiking as he slid away from the warmth that had enveloped him. he padded towards the window in light footsteps, careful not to wake jimin. taehyung couldn’t help the gasp he let out when he saw what the mundane world outside had transformed into.
It was snowing. it was like someone had draped a white sheet over the entire neighbourhood.
hey snow
it’s coming today
jimin loved snow as much as taehyung loved strawberries. he couldn’t wait to see the look on jimin’s face when he realises it’s snowing.
what should i prepare
he let his excited footsteps guide him to the still sleeping boy as quietly as he could, filled with child-like glee as he prepared to spring the surprise onto jimin.
i’m ready for at least one thing, to great you, ok
-
jimin felt a grin tug at his lips as careful dips in the bed neared him. he felt warm hands gently cupping his face, moving indecisively between his cheeks and his shoulder. they eventually landed onto his waist along with a heavy weight that leaned onto his chest.
“jimin, wake up, jiminnnnn, wake uppppp,” taehyung half-whispered while snuggling into jimin, voice laced with excitement and giddiness.
“mmh, taetae,” jimin groaned, faking fatigue, cheeks heating up from nearly getting caught red-handed.
“c’mon jiminie wake uppp. it’s snowing you lazy bum, let’s gooo,” taehyung whined, tugging at jimin’s pajama-clad hands.
jimin perks up at taehyung’s word, immediately springing up from where he was laying, causing taehyung to curse as he almost sends them both sprawling onto the carpeted floor.
jimin giggles, unapologetic,“sorry taetae.”
they both scramble off the bed, struggling with the blanket tangled between their legs. jimin gasps as his hands touch the cold glass of the window, admiring the frozen snowflakes making themselves at home beneath his hand. the world outside was almost unrecognisable, every single surface covered in a thick blanket of soft snow. they both got dressed hurriedly, clumsily stumbling out of their apartment and down the snow decorated stairs. cold wind blew at them, ruffling their messy hair, guiding them underneath the heavy, falling snowflakes.
they glance around the neighbourhood, silent and awe-struck, admiring the houses that were painted a fresh white that was almost blinding to look. the floors, streets, benches, trees, were doused in white; as if an artist had taken a beautifully decorated canvas painting, carelessly splashing a bucket of white acrylic over it. the once bustling streets were now peaceful and untouched by everything except the pure white that washed over jimin like alcohol sliding down his throat, warm and pleasant. he glanced over at where taehyung was, breath catching in his throat as he saw the view in front of him.
christmas i love you
taehyung’s eyes were closed, head tilted up towards the sky as his arms stretched out at his sides like a pair of wings sprouting from an angel’s back. jimin watched, entranced, as taehyung tilted backwards, falling into the soft snow that blanketed their sidewalk. the snow parted around him as if afraid of touching someone so beautiful, so pure; white clouds puffed up from where he laid, dissipating like smoke tendrils as they wrap and coil around his face, leaving behind white flecks that clung to his eyelashes and the soft curls sticking out from his pink beanie.
like the white snow
falling falling
taehyung giggled, the tickling tendrils of snow caressed his face, leaving behind nothing but a fresh puff of air.
“what’re you waiting for jiminie? c’mon i wanna make snow angels with you” taehyung grinned, looking up at him from beneath inches of snow he sank into.
“you’re insane kim taehyung,” jimin whispers quietly to himself, a little in awe and a little more in love, shifting to lay in the snow beside taehyung.
apparently jimin was too slow for taehyung’s liking. before he could move, taehyung had sprung up and tackled jimin into the snow soft as clouds. jimin feels the air in his lungs rush out at the sudden impact, face smushed into the snowy pillows as they roll and tussle, sending flurries of snow springing up in their wake. he pants heavily as he flips to a stop on his back. jimin breathes heavily, staring at taehyung as he hovered over him, hands in the snow beside his head, crunching loudly beside his ringing ears.
you come down, into my day
-
taehyung steals a glance at jimin, realising his mistake when he can’t bring himself to look away. the snow falling gently around jimin made him seem like an angel that had just descended from heaven. the sun reflected off the snowflakes, surrounding jimin in an ethereal glow that could rival stars.
the whole world gets filled up with white flowers
taehyung tears his gaze away from jimin and onto the sky above them, no longer having the strength to keep staring at jimin, fearing his eyes may be scorched if he looked any longer. he closed his eyes, imagining jimin turning towards him, pulling him into his warm arms, gently encircled around taehyung’s neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes. he imagined kissing jimin under the falling stars that melt on their heated skin, imagined spending the rest of christmas day wrapped in each others’ embrace, sharing featherlight kisses and mugs of hot chocolate.
please feel the warmth next to me
please hold me with your cold, gentle hands
he lets his weak, weak heart fall, where it buries itself beneath the white flowers that fall from clouds. he falls with it, pretends he’s also buried underneath the white angels that flutter in the sky. taehyung beckons to jimin, tackling him into the snow when he can no longer bear looking at him; jimin looked otherworldly with the sun behind his back, illuminating the snow weaved into his hair, creating the image of a halo perched delicately over his head.
taehyung will admit that he may have miscalculated the momentum he had when deciding to launch himself bodily at jimin, heart rate spiking in mild panic as they tumbled onto the ground, the thick snowbeds softening their fall to nothing but gentle puffs of white rising from their squirming bodies. taehyung breathes heavily as they slow to a stop, breath immediately catching in his throat as he gazes at jimin beneath him. time seemed to stop as they stared at each other but the snow continues falling around them, falling onto taehyung’s back, falling onto taehyung’s hair, falling onto taehyung.
i’ll continue to keep you safe
forever, with you, i’ll let the white snow fall on me
-
jimin trembles as he holds taehyung’s gaze, flickering from his eyes to his red cheeks to his wind-chapped lips; where should he look? where should he stare? where should he gaze? where? when all of him is so perfect.
oh you’re the one
i wish today lasts forever
-
they eventually got off the cold floor after flustered stammering and heated blushing, of course not before a snowball fight to break the tension (taehyung would call it sexual tension if his dick wasn’t completely frozen in that moment).
they stumbled through the entrance of their apartment, giggling as snow litters the sleek wooden floors, melting in the warmth of their home. taehyung mumbles something about taking a shower as jimin heads towards the kitchen, his laughter smothering the rest of taehyung’s sentence. jimin sneaks his phone out of his pocket when he hears the faint sound of water coming from their shared bathroom, shakily tapping at the keyboard with rigid fingers. it takes much longer than he had liked for him to finish but he manages to lock and pocket his phone after a few minutes. jimin busies himself with preparing hot chocolate for the both of them, adding rainbow marshmallows and tiny strawberry shaped sprinkles into the bear-print mug and tiny peeps into a mug covered in tiny chicks.
Jimin plops himself onto the couch nervously, knees bouncing as his fingers clasp tightly onto his warm mug, soothing the trembling in them. he fidgets for a little while waiting for taehyung, typing quietly into his phone while looking over his shoulder just in case he didn’t hear taehyung come out of the shower. jimin hears a door squeak open, fumbling with his phone in panic as he tosses it next to him. taehyung enters the living room in soft, socks-cladded steps, flopping onto the seat next to jimin. he glances at jimin, face falling as he sees what must be poorly hidden nervousness flicker across jimin’s face.
taehyung turns his body to face jimin, scooting closer to take the mug out of jimin’s hands. he places on the glass table and takes jimin’s trembling hands into his own.
“what’s wrong jiminie? are you ok?” taehyung’s voice was laced with worry, worry for jimin that was unnecessary. jimin didn’t want taehyung to spend christmas day worrying about his stupid feelings that he pathetically can’t hide. he could hold onto it for a few more days; taehyung deserved to spend his christmas without any worries or burdens.
“it’s nothing taehyungie, i was just feeling sick from playing in the snow for so long,” jimin lied, his heart panged as he sees the concern increase tenth fold on taehyung’s face.
“i’m so sorry jimin-ah i shouldn’t have pushed you into the snow,” taehyung panics, fussing with jimin, checking his temperature with his hand.
guilt hits jimin like a semi barreling down the highway; he didn’t deserve someone like taehyung caring for him when he couldn’t even be honest with his feelings. he was a shitty soulmate for lying to taehyung about something that could change things between them, that could drive them apart, that could possibly make taehyung hate him.
jimin feels his eyes well up with tears, a lump lodging itself in his throat as his chest tightened painfully. he felt taehyung’s arms wrap around him protectively as the first sobs wrack through his entire body. he feels more than hears taehyung whisper sweet nothings into his ear, large palm rubbing up and down his back in soothing patterns, encoUraging jimin to let go. and he does.
to be honest, i’m scared that you might leave
because today is too short
“don’t le-leave m-me taetae,” jimin sobs into taehyung’s neck, tears leaking uncontrollably from his scrunched eyes. his chest aches with grief and sadness, whimpering as the heavy weight settles over him and refuses to budge.
“i’m not leaving baby i promise. let it all out, i’m right here,” taehyung whispers into jimin’s hair, hands now gently rubbing up and down jimin’s arms.
jimin cries for his fears, for his hidden feelings, for his frustrations.
for me who’ve been waiting for you, for just a bit more
could you stay
jimin falls asleep in taehyung’s embrace, exhausted from his emotions. he vaguely remembers feeling ghost touches flutter across his face, accompanied by a scratch of rough cloth and the warm trickle of water.
-
taehyung tightens his hold on the trembling figure beneath his arms, heart squeezing painfully as jimin clings onto him like a lifeline. he feels his own tears slip hotly down his face, crying out silently into jimin’s hair. he didn’t know what was wrong but seeing jimin cry was enough to make his own emotions overflow. taehyung felt helpless as he hears and feels jimin’s continuous wails. he could do nothing but hold jimin until it passes.
in these paused times,
i wish that the flowers come down, onto your sad smile
taehyung lets out a shuddering breath as jimin’s cries slowly die down and his breathing evens out mostly, except for the occasional hiccup that would jostle both of them. he gently swipes his shaky fingers over jimin’s tear stained cheeks. he carefully pries jimin off of him, reluctantly leaving to get a cloth to wipe away his tears. taehyung returns with a blanket and pillows, gently cleaning jimin and wrapping the blanket around both of them as he pulls jimin into his side.
if you blanket it for me, it’ll be all good
taehyung tenderly turns jimin’s sleeping face towards his own, tracing his thumb across jimin’s delicate features, no longer shrouded by sadness.
‘i love you’
taehyung guides jimin’s arms around his waist, placing a tender kiss atop jimin’s forehead, soothing the worry-wrinkles that line them. he lets himself drift off to sleep, temporarily letting his worries fade away against jimin’s warm body like snow melting away on a warm summer day.
i’ll give the world to you
-
“jimin”
jimin groans softly, snuggling further into the warmth that’s enveloping him.
“jiminie, wake up,” a deep, gentle voice rumbles into his ear
“mhhh,” jimin opens his eyes lazily, coming face to face with taehyung’s soft, tired eyes.
“morning sunshine,” taehyung teased, brushing jimin’s hair away from his face
jimin shuddered at the light touch, chest aching with longing, “mh what time is it?”
“6pm. we slept for a really long time,” taehyung chuckled, pulling jimin further into his chest, smothering his squeaks.
“i’m hungryyyy. we didn’t even eat lunch,” jimin murmured, voice muffled by taehyung’s shirt.
“me too, c’mon let’s eat out. i know we’re both too tired to cook,” taehyung lifted jimin up by his arms, carrying him towards his room like a huge teddy bear, jimin’s delighted giggles filling the apartment.
-
they walked through the snowy streets in silence, arms occasionally brushing and making soft pink dust across taehyung’s cheeks. he itches to ask jimin about what happened earlier but one glance at jimin’s delighted expression stops his thoughts in its tracks; it can wait, jimin’s happy right now and that’s all that matters.
jimin hops excitedly as he spots their favourite diner, pulling taehyung along with him by his sleeve. they stumble, giggling, into their usual seat by the window in the furthest corner of the restaurant. jimin excitedly tells taehyung about the new pancakes he tried with ‘jungkookie’ the last time he came here. a soft cough shakes them out of their little bubble, “hi taehyung-ah, jiminie, what do you lovebirds want to order today?”
“hi jin hyung!” jimin responds over-enthusiastically, purposefully ignore seokjin’s teasing.
taehyung blushes at seokjin’s words, glancing out the window to hide his reddening cheeks. he hears jimin rattling off a list of meals he wants to try and the soft scratch of pen on paper. when he turns back to face the two, jimin’s looking at him expectantly while seokjin pins him with a knowing smirk.
“uh,” taehyung stutters, utterly lost on where their conversation had ended.
“jimin here was asking if there’s anything you would like to order aside from his ten dishes,” seokjin raised his eyebrow at taehyung amusedly.
“o-oh no i’m good i’ll just share with jimin,” taehyung stammers out, brain working to catch up to the current situation.
“okay! thank you jin hyung now hurry i’m so hungry i will eat this table if the food doesn’t get here soon,” jimin ushers seokjin towards the kitchen doors, chuckling as seokjin berates him for disrespecting his hyung or something along the lines of that.
taehyung watches the two of them bicker from their secluded booth, a fond smile gracing his face. he quickly schools his face into a bright grin as jimin turns around and skips back towards him.
"taetae we're gonna eat until we can't move," jimin grins lopsidedly at taehyung.
"that's the point jiminie, haven't you heard the saying? eat 'till you drop," taehyung teases, pinching jimin's cheeks that were still red from the cold wind that was beating at their exposed skin.
taehyung watches as jimin quickly settled into the seat opposite his, suddenly extremely immersed in his phone, typing furiously with furrowed eyebrows. he's learnt not to bother jimin when he was focused on a certain task, opting to observe the way his brows always furrow when he's stumped or the way his nose scrunches when he's satisfied or that he always bites his lips when he's deep in thought. taehyung startles when jimin abruptly slams his phone down onto the table, kitten charm tinkling as it bounces on the mahogony wood tabletop.
"whatcha looking at?" jimin chirps, hands laced under his chin.
"uh- hair, your hair's stupid," taehyung blurts out, hands jumping out to gesture at his own head.
"my hair huh?" jimin snorts in amusement, glancing at his reflection in the window, combing his fingers through rebellious tufts of blond locks.
"yeah…" taehyung trails off distractedly, eyes entirely focused on the way jimin's hair parts around his fingers like silk. oh what he would give to feel those silky strands between his own fingers.
“better?” jimin smiled broadly, eyes disappearing into small crescents, laugh lines that taehyung wanted to trace with his fingers for hours appearing at the corners of his mouth.
“perfect jimin, perfect,” taehyung couldn’t help but breathe out, glancing away before he could notice the blush that dusted across the apples of jimin’s cheeks.
they settled into comfortable silence, observing the people mingling outside the diner and occasionally cooing at a passing dog. taehyung steals glances at jimin’s side profile; the stark dim lighting of the diner casts a warm glow over jimin’s melanin skin that seemingly radiated warmth like taehyung’s own personal little sun.
to the warm you who will melt my blue and grey
jimin catches taehyung’s gaze, taehyung’s eyes widening slightly in panic before softening at jimin’s honey-sweet smile that washes over him like the warmth of his apartment after a long day out. taehyung felt his chest constrict with an indescribable urge to hold onto jimin and never let go, “i’m so glad i’m spending christmas eve with you jiminie.”
“me too taetae. i mean who would i spend it with if it wasn’t you, silly?”
christmas without you would not be christmas at all
taehyung was speechless. before he could think of a response, seokjin was barreling towards their table with armfuls of plates and bowls. as he unloads all of the dishes, a plate of spaghetti bumps into a glass of water, sending it splashing across the table and onto both taehyung and jimin’s laps. jimin screeches as the ice cold water seeps through the rips of his skinny jeans, effectively drenching his left thigh in water. taehyung was fairing no better with a large patch of his sweater clinging to his chest.
“fuck i’m so sorry you guys. there’s a bathroom around the corner where you can dry off. i’m really sorry,” seokjin frantically apologizes, shoving napkins into their hands as he dashes back into the kitchen presumably to get a cloth, double doors swinging squeakily behind him.
they clean up quickly, taehyung trying his best not to look as jimin sticks his fingers into the rips exposing his thighs as he tries to shove tissues in between the seams. they exit the bathroom and scurry back to their tables with their heads hung low, ignoring the stares people were giving them.
taehyung sighs in relief when he sees their booth spotless and the table food-full. he instantly shoves a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth, groaning at the delicious spices that invade his senses. jimin giggles watching him, sipping at his drink and humming in delight. taehyung continues shovelling spoonfuls of food into his busy mouth, almost unable to chew from the sheer amount of food in his mouth at one time. taehyung glances up, nearly choking on his food as he spots something dangling from the lamp above them. jimin didn’t seem to notice taehyung’s panic as he was utterly absorbed in devouring his bowl of rice.
swaying inches from their heads was a fucking mistletoe. it casts a shadow over the table that definitely was not there before.
‘what the fuck-’ taehyung berates in his head. it definitely wasn’t there before, was it? he recalls him and jimin talking across the table from each other; not once did he remember seeing a flickering shadow that occasionally obstructs the light pass over them. then where the hell did it come fro- kim fucking seokjin.
taehyung whips his head around, glaring at the closed kitchen doors where seokjin was presumably behind cackling his head off.
‘un-fucking-believable’ taehyung seethes into his milkshake, panicking internally at the fact that jimin may see it.
‘so what if he sees it though? what do you expect to happen? for him to actually kiss you?’ taehyung scoffs at himself. ‘of course not, he’s jimin and you’re just...you.’
taehyung pouts into his bowl, those thoughts circling around in his mind endlessly, reverberating, echoing. he vaguely notices jimin leaning across the table towards him, arm extending as if to steal his food. taehyung grips onto his bowl of rice tightly, refusing to let jimin steal his precious food. what taehyung wasn’t expecting was for jimin to push his hands that were holding the bowl over his mouth out of the way. taehyung’s breath hitches as jimin leans in, turning inches from taehyung’s lips to lay a peck on his cheek.
taehyung splutters as jimin timidly tucks himself back into his corner of the booth, burying his face into a bowl of soup, face shielded by his hair.
“jimin- wha- i- did you just- i can’t- what?” taehyung feels his brain convulsing as he tries to process what had just happened.
“i’m sorry, there’s a mistletoe and you get bad luck if you don’t kiss under it and i don’t wanna get bad luck and.. i don’t know why i did that i’m so sorry oh my god i should have asked you first what was i-” taehyung cuts jimin off by leaning over the table and wetly kissing his cheek.
“there! now we’re even,” taehyung settles back into his seat, ignoring his burning cheeks.
jimin blushes fiery red like the love taehyung has for him. they continue eating in shy silence, transfixed in each other and nothing else. for the next hour, their world was contained within that small booth and nothing outside of it.
bright mistletoe up above us, it’s just you and me
they finish their meal with satisfied groans, slumping against their seats, jimin mumbling about how he was too full to move. taehyung listens fondly, humming in agreeance to soothe jimin’s whining. he’s suddenly hit with a wave of adoration that stomps on his heart, rendering it a bloody, gushing mess of sweaty palms, stolen glances and blushing cheeks. taehyung’s overwhelmed with the need to stay. to be there when jimin’s a giggling mess, when jimin’s sobbing loudly into a tub of ice cream, when jimin’s whining about school deadlines. he wants to be the first person that greets jimin in the morning and the last person that jimin smiles at before they drift off to sleep in each others' embrace.
‘you make me want to be a better man’
taehyung’s mind stutters as jimin’s upturned eyes fall onto him, tiny hands reaching up towards taehyung. they land on his cheeks, warmth radiating from his soft palms as they smooth over his cheekbones. taehyung leans into jimin’s touch unconsciously, eyes slipping shut.
“your cheeks are so warm taehyungie,” jimin mumbles fingers brushing against his cheeks back and forth.
taehyung’s skin tingles under jimin’s touch. his fingers igniting trails of fire in his blood; skimming underneath his eyes, smoothing over the corners of his mouth, tracing the dips of his dimples. taehyung feels jimin’s hands slowly pull away, barely holding in a needy whine as his body chases the comfort of jimin’s addictive touch. he lazily opens his eyes, dazed. they stare at each other for a heartbeat, bursting out in giggles they have no explanation for.
after finishing their meal and arguing about who was paying, they exited the restaurant giggling, warmly buzzed from alcohol and drunk on love.
“i’m not tired yet, OH can we go to the park? please please please please,” jimin hopped about like an overexcited puppy. “i’ll buy you ice cream tomorrow if we go to the park. i promise!”
taehyung chuckles at jimin’s pleading eyes, ”ok fine, i don’t wanna go back home yet either.” jimin squeals in delight, carelessly grabbing taehyung’s wrist to drag him along the dimly lit sidewalk. taehyung warms, feeling himself heat up under jimin’s gentle grasp. they sped walk down the brick sidewalk, stumbling and swaying, still tipsy from the alcohol.
“slow down jimin-ah, i’m gonna-” taehyung’s shoe snags on a crevice in the road, hands instinctively shifting to steady himself.
jimin giggles, slowing down to let taehyung catch his balance, “fine jeez, you’re so clumsy. here i’ll hold into you so you won’t fall anymore,” jimin slides his palm down to taehyung’s, linking their gloved-hands together. taehyung blushes as their fingers intertwine, instinctively (at least that’s what he tells himself) tightening his hold, feeling jimin give a squeeze back. they resume walking side-by-side, slower this time as they appreciate the world around them.
taehyung watches jimin as jimin watches the snow fall around them. the twinkling fairy lights on tiny trees cast a dreamy glow over the world, over his world - over jimin. his eyes sparkle with a thousand galaxies that endlessly draw taehyung in.
the whole world gets filled up with white flowers,
deepening our mood even more
“c’mon taehyungie we’re here!” jimin tugs at taehyung’s arm, startling him out of his trance.
“y-yeah alright. the swings first?” taehyung recalls jimin’s favourite playground equipment from when they were children.
“of course, you know me so well taehyungie,” jimin teases, swinging their clasped hands between them in exaggerated arcs.
they settle onto swings next to each other, taehyung shivering as a gust of winter wind whipped at their red cheeks; he could only imagine how red his nose was.
taehyung kicks his feet against the ground, propelling himself back and forwards. momentum kicks in and he relaxes, eyes slipping shut to enjoy the caress of the icy wind against his alcohol warm cheeks.
-
jimin zones out a little as he glances at a leaf falling from the tree above them, gliding, floating, fluttering. jimin's eyes follow it as it lands delicately in a pile of snow in front of taehyung's shoes.
he slightly startles as the feet kick up, sending the leaf flying amidst tufts of snow. jimin lets his eyes drag up taehyung's form, sneaking in every detail that he can. he takes in the way taehyung’s thick thighs strain against his jeans as he swings back and forth; the way the thick padded jacket makes him seem like a small animal bundled up in blankets; the long expanse of his defined arms hidden by the coat leading to long, veiny fingers; the long column of his neck stretching upwards as his head tilts back, long wavy bangs falling away from his face which showcases the sharp cut of his strong jawline.
jimin tears his gaze away from the angel in front of him, kicking his feet as hard as he can, sending him propelling into the air hoping the cold wind would slap some sense into him. he finally lets his eyes wander back to the swinging figure beside him after a few minutes of glaring at a park bench. he finds sharp eyes staring back at his own, breath catching in his throat. his legs feel weak with the intense look that pinned him down. he feels lightheaded, like he could fall at any moment.
jimin stares back, eyes focusing only on the boy in front of him while the swaying trees and empty streets become a blur around him. he could drown in those pools of honey, god he would. taehyung stares at him with an indecipherable look on his face, determined, conflicted, yet almost...soft. jimin feels so much all at once: flustered, intrigued, confused. he grips the chains of the swing tighter, fumbling as he feels his gloves slip under the harsh metal. his belly tingles with butterflies as he falls backwards, eyes squeezing shut in fear. oh no he’s gonna fall and hit his head and then he’s gonna bleed out on the park floor and then he’s gonna-
jimin hears a heavy grunt behind him. he opens his eyes, coming face to face with a panting taehyung hovering above his face. taehyung had caught jimin before he could fall, supporting his back with his arms.
“fuck, jimin you’re heavier with more clothes on,” taehyung grits, staring down at jimin, bangs falling forward and shielding his red ears.
jimin blushes at his words, mind barreling straight into the gutter. in this position, his nose was pressing against taehyung’s soft belly through his padded coat. jimin quickly pulls himself up, nearly falling off the swing entirely if taehyung wasn’t there to catch him, hands warm even through his gloves.
“whoah jiminie what’s gotten into you? slow down you’re gonna fall off,” taehyung nudges his neck with the back of his hand .
“s-sorry tae i think i’m just too drunk to swing by myself,” jimin panics, picking the first lie off the top of his head.
taehyung chuckles, “you should really drink lesser jimin, you know you’re so bad at holding it.”
jimin feels his cheeks colour red in embarrassment, “shut it taehyungie. now are you gonna push me or what?” he huffs, crossing his arms, pretending to be annoyed.
“first you gotta hold on minnie,” taehyung grabs jimin’s hands and wraps them around the rusted chain holding the swing up. jimin’s breath stutters.
“hold on tight, i promise i won’t let you fall, i’m right here,” taehyung whispers against the shell of jimin’s ear, breath coming out in hot puffs.
jimin shivers, complying and wrapping his gloved fingers securely over the chain, feeling it twist under his grip. he feels taehyung’s hands rest against his lower back, pressing ever so slightly to get the swing to move. he sets a leisurely pace, hands leaving jimin’s back for a few seconds before pushing with gentle but firm pressure. jimin feels like he’s flying, feet swinging back and forth like he was about to run mid-air. he feels a laugh bubble out of his chest, eyes squeezing shut in utter euphoria. the wind rushing through his hair was exhilarating. he turned back to look at taehyung, eyes scrunched up as he giggled and smiled.
I'm running over there like a child
It feels like I'm flying over the clouds
he hears taehyung chuckle over the whoosh of the wind past his ears, making his chest flutter with butterflies, fiery red wings burning like paper. he wonder how long until they crumble and shrivel, how long until they turn to ash, how long until the smoke fills his lungs and suffocates him. for now, he ignores the flames licking at his ribs, ignores the butterflies that threaten to burst through his chest, leaving a gaping hole, bloody and bruised for taehyung to salvage.
instead he feels free, like he could do anything. oh what he would give for time to stop, for his entire life to be centered around taehyung pushing him along on a swing; to feel so light he could float to the moon.
If someone was to listen to me
Would you pause the time as it is now?
jimin feels breathless by the time taehyung grabs onto his waist and pulls him to a stop. he trembles under taehyung’s gentle grip, eyes slipping shut in bliss.
“let’s go jiminie, we have so much more to explore,” taehyung gently encourages him, squeezing his waist.
they walk through the park hand in hand, carefully watching each other from the corner of their eyes when the other isn't looking. jimin startles when a rustle sounds from his left, a quiet squeak leaving his parted lips. he clings tightly onto taehyung, using him as a shield from whatever demon was behind that bush.
“ji-jimin it’s just a squirrel,” taehyung gasps from laughter, bending in half and clutching at his stomach. “i can’t believe that scared you,”
“shut up dumbass,” jimin swats at taehyung’s shoulder, cheeks red from embarrassment.
“ouch fine i’m sorry for laughing at your misery,” taehyung teases, letting out a giggling shriek as he dodges jimin’s hand.
jimin chases after taehyung through the park, taehyung giggling between laboured breaths. they jog along the paved path, boots clunking against the brick.
“oh god...ji..jimin stop i can’t...anymore,” taehyung wheezes, still giggling.
“should have thought about that before making fun of me, hm baby?” jimin grins at him dangerously, approaching taehyung how a predator would toy with their prey.
taehyung’s heart skips a beat. did i hear that right?
“h-huh wha-” taehyung lets out a squeak as jimin’s pounces on him.
taehyung feels his back press against something solid, breathing heavily against jimin’s face. “hi,” jimin’s whispers, arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“hi,” taehyung whispers back, their breath mingling, shifting, intertwining from how close their faces are.
(he feels like he's floating on clouds;
or maybe there's clouds in his head)
he touches jimin's cheek, feeling warmwarmwarm
he wonders if the pink on his cheeks will stain his hands. he wouldn't mind being permanently stained with shades of jimin
he wonders if his lips would stain with the cotton candy pink of jimin's, ruining him for anyone else.
for anyone but him
and taehyung would let him, maybe even stain jimin with his own colours too; it wouldn't be hard. everytime their eyes meet he feels his own colours blotching, mixing, blending together into an inky mess. he would bleed red for jimin, bleed orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. he wonders how his colours would look on the blank canvas of jimin's skin. purples and reds blooming all over his neck, his hips, deep-wine red smeared over his lips, watercolour flowers drawn meticulously over his heart.
taehyung swallows heavily, palms sweaty where they lie against his side. his head spins when jimin leans in closer, eyes widening in surprise and confusion. his lips tingle as jimin’s lips gently brush over his; fleeting, fluttering like a butterfly. a gentle ‘oh’ slips past taehyung’s parted lips as jimin’s press more firmly against his. he shudders under jimin’s hesitant lips, toes curling in his boots. taehyung presses back, tilting his head to fit their mouths together, hands coming up and wrapping around jimin’s back.
his heart flutters erratically inside his chest, butterflies swarming inside his stomach. the butterflies bump against his insides, as if demanding to be let out, to finally be free from the prison of taehyung’s ribcage. taehyung’s tongue teases at the seam of jimin’s lips; he breathes out; lets the butterflies leave from his parted lips and into jimin’s own. he feels jimin’s breath hitch, lips parting earnestly for taehyung. he sighs, content to kiss his soulmate under the brightening moonlight. the world around them continues to move, leaves brushing by from the chilly wind, bugs croaking into the night, clouds gently floating by; yet taehyung’s world stops, his focus solely on the boy in his arms.
jiminjiminjimin
jimin jolts when their tongues meet, arms tightening further around jimin to anchor himself. they kiss like they’ve known the taste of each other their entire lives; they kiss like they just met yesterday; they kiss like snowflakes falling from the sky, gentle and fluttering; they kiss like lava spurting from volcanoes, heated and passionate. jimin breaks off first, pulling back to gasp for air, breath fanning across taehyung’s heated cheeks. taehyung eagerly chases after jimin’s lips, whining desperately when he leans away.
jimin chuckles, breath escaping him when taehyung pouts, his spit-slicked lips swollen and red jutting out like plump strawberries. oh how jimin wanted to bite them, to kiss them endlessly until they’re both gasping for breath, entirely submerged in each others’ oceans.
taehyung leans forward to recapture jimin’s lips with his own, humming contentedly as jimin complies and parts his lips. they kiss for what seems like forever yet also a millisecond. they kiss until they start shivering under the thick padding of their coats. they kiss until time starts falling from the sky. it lands in their hair, braiding itself into the wavy locks, breaking them out of their reverie.
they stare at each other under heavy eyelids, giggling, hands finding each other to intertwine under the heavy snowfall illuminated by the warm glow of street lamps.
Under the streetlamp, standing still,
May the white flowers fall on your bright smile
taehyung tangles his fingers through the hair at jimin’s nape, pulling him forward to bump their foreheads together, staring intensely into his eyes. a resounding bell echoes through the empty park, he hears a few distant cheers from houses nearby, signalling a brand new day. taehyung feels jimin startle against him, laughing as they hug under the falling snow.
I've been waiting for
Today it's Christmas Day
✰
taehyung watches jimin’s peaceful face fondly, finger gently tracing over his eyebrows, the bow of his lips, the curve of his cheekbones, the little splashes of freckles that light up his face like twinkling stars illuminating the universe.
‘fuck he’s so beautiful,’ taehyung thinks fondly to himself, heart clenching when jimin’s nose scrunches under his lazy touches, eyes tiredly prying open to blink dazedly up at taehyung.
“mornin’ taetae,” jimin mumbles, burying his face into taehyung’s chest. taehyung chuckles, running his fingers through jimin’s messy hair.
“morning angel,” he smiles fondly when he notices jimin’s cheeks heat up at the pet name.
the conversation dies down from there, both of them content with basking in each other’s presence, sharing lazy kisses now and then. taehyung feels drunk on jimin, drunk on his kisses that shouldn’t taste like red wine and yet they do; a heavy sweetness laced with hints of bitterness that soaks into his skin, stains him like red wine on cream carpet.
“baby, i want to kiss you all day but first we have to talk alright?” taehyung brings up once they broke apart from each other.
“yeah i know,” jimin answers reluctantly, picking at the peeling skin at his nails.
“you sure you’re ok with this? we can always come back to it later,” taehyung took jimin’s hands into his own, not wanting to push him to talk when he wasn’t ready.
“yeah i’m sure. we have to talk about it eventually right?” jimin gave him a tentative smile.
taehyung hums, deep in thought. ”why were you crying yesterday? you don’t have to answer but i was really worried about you.” he gives jimin what he hopes is an encouraging smile.
“god this is embarrassing okay, hold on,” jimin buries his face into his pillow.
“this is so embarrassing but i was really upset at myself from keeping things from you but if i hadn’t, i was afraid that you would leave me,” jimin mumbles, looking at anywhere but taehyung.
“jiminie..” taehyung makes a sad noise, wanting nothing but to wrap jimin up in a hundred blankets and keep him safe.
“i could never hate you, what didn’t you want to tell me?” taehyung asked in a gentle tone.
“uh well. ijustreallylikeyouandithinkthatimaybeinlovewithyou,” jimin blurts out.
taehyung lets out a breathy chuckle, “what? i didn’t hear you, could you repeat that?”
jimin feels his face burning, “i love you, like i love love you.”
“i love love you too jimin,” taehyung grins, wrapping his arms around jimin, placing kisses onto his cheek.
he sees jimin smile too, bright like the colours of seoul at night.
jimin lets his eyes slip shut, fully intending on sleeping the day away.
“nuh uh get up jiminie it’s christmas today we got presents to open,” taehyung exclaims.
jimin shoots up from the bed in excitement, running out their room and down the hallway, ignoring taehyung’s threats to sit on him if he opens any presents without him. they almost crash into the christmas tree in the middle of their living room, falling onto the ground as they giggle and wrestle on who gets to open their presents first.
taehyung ultimately wins with an immobile jimin wiggling beneath him,
“get off me tae, your fat ass is crushing me,” jimin gasps for air, face red from exertion and laughter.
taehyung complies with a huff, settling on the ground next to jimin. they had a tradition to exchange gifts with each other early before their friends stop by in the evening. taehyung grabbed the huge wrapped box underneath the tree, tearing off the wrapping paper, practically vibrating from excitement. he gasps when he sees what jimin had given him, tackling jimin into a hug.
“thank you thank you thank you you’re the best soulmate ever what the fuck,” taehyung sloppily kisses jimin’s cheek. jimin fakes a grimace, pushing taehyung off him who lands beside him with a thud.
“you kept talking about how you needed a new camera so i got one for you,” jimin smiles, caressing his cheek.
“ok ok ok ok now open yours,” taehyung hops about, hair bouncing along with the rest of him in excitement.
“ok finee now sit down before you break something,” jimin grins, grabbing the tiny box in front of him.
he gently pulls at the ribbon, the packing paper inside the box ruffling as he pulls out the contents. jimin looks at the delicate chain in his hands, speechless. taehyung squirms nervously beside him, glancing between his gift and jimin’s face.
“uh jimin? do you like it? i’ll return it if you don’t it’s no big deal,” taehyung rambles, heart dropping to his feet.
jimin looks up from his palms, eyes shining with tears. taehyung freezes.
“wha-” jimin tackles taehyung to the ground, hugging him tightly.
“fuck, no, tae i love it. i love it so much, i can’t believe you remembered,”
“of course i remembered, you wanted this necklace so badly,” taehyung smiled, relief flooding his chest.
jimin pulls away, looking at the little necklace with so much happiness taehyung’s chest constricted.
“help me put it on!” taehyung chuckled at jimin’s eagerness, fastening the clasp on as well as his shaky hands could manage.
“uhm i have another surprise for you,” taehyung glances at jimin nervously.
“wait me too,” jimin looks at taehyung, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.
“really? do you want to go first?” jimin nods hesitantly, standing up, motioning for taehyung to follow him.
jimin leads them to his room. he sits on top of his bed, patting the space in front of him. taehyung climbs onto the bed, sitting so close their knees are brushing.
jimin takes a deep breath, hands shaking as he grasps his phone.
“taehyung-ah,” jimin begins, voice shaky.
“i’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long but i’m a coward,” jimin snorts, embarrassed.
“instead of telling you, i thought i should show you,”
taehyung glances at jimin, full of confusion, but patient as he lets jimin think.
a sweet, gentle voice fills the room, bouncing off the walls, washing over taehyung like the warmth of soju trickling down his throat. taehyung stares at jimin, dumbfounded, heart pounding in his chest, desperate to be let out. despite the silence, jimin keeps singing, voice wavering at times but raw and full of emotion.
"my heart is already onto these white streets
last night in my dream, it snowed
under the blanket, I waited for you all day"
taehyung’s heart stutters at the lyrics, eyes welling up with tears. jimin meets his eyes, hands reaching out towards him. taehyung takes them into his own, rubs his fingers over the swell of his knuckles.
"christmas love
christmas love
that I’ve been waiting for,
today it’s Christmas Day"
the song ends with a breathy sigh, jimin wipes the tears cascading down taehyung’s face, giggling wetly.
“don’t cry taehyungie, it’s a happy song, see?” jimin cups taehyung’s cheeks, showing him the lyrics written on his phone’s notes app.
“i’m so happy jimin, i really am,” taehyung chokes out through a sob, leaning into his touch.
“the song’s beautiful, just like you.”
jimin groans, smacking taehyung’s arm, “that’s so cheesy oh my god i can’t believe you said that.”
“you think that’s cheesy? your present will be a hundred times cheesier, cheesier than a cheesy cheese pizza,” taehyung shrieks, jimin throwing pillows at him.
“what are you even saying,” jimin giggles, falling to the ground in laughter.
“ok shush it’s my turn for presents now,” they sober up, smiles never leaving their faces.
taehyung grows shy, looking down so his hair covers most of his face. jimin waits, arms wrapped around his knees. the silence rings in his ears but he stays silent, glancing at taehyung who breathes heavily.
once again, a gentle voice fills the room; but instead of airy and light, it’s smooth like honey dripping down buttered toast, thick and sweet. taehyung sings and jimin listens, feels the warmth of taehyung’s voice pour over him like sticky syrup; everything flowing in slow-motion.
"did you see the snow?
like your eyes"
taehyung stands up, pulling a surprised jimin along with him. he brings jimin close, both swaying along to his voice that echoes through the apartment. taehyung spins jimin, watches the smile that lights up his face alike the fairy lights stringing along the christmas tree they circle around.
"fall in love
i’m just feeling
please stay by my side"
taehyung’s voice slowly fades, leaving them panting and giggling in each other’s arms.
“i love you,” taehyung whispers against jimin’s lips, closing the distance between them.
his head spins under jimin’s insistent kisses, legs turning weak as jimin’s fingers drag against his scalp. they part again, heads breaking above the waves to catch their breaths before submerging into the deep blue once again. taehyung’s not afraid of the unknown as long as jimin’s there with him.
“i love you too,” jimin pulls taehyung down to the couch, giggling as he leans over him, recapturing his lips with his own.
the sun rises high into the sky, filtering through their wall length windows, casting a bright glow over two boys laying on the couch, legs entangled while their breaths mix and mingle. the tinkle of a door bell breaks the calming silence, causing them so scramble towards their front door excitedly, jumping into the arms of their panicked visitors.
“fuck what you’re so heavy”
“let go of me i’m gonna drop the turkey assholes”
“yeah i’m strong i could throw you out the window right now, try me bitch”
“don’t you dare i’m holding the champagne”
“stop touching my ass please, save that for the bedroom. ouch what? i was joking, chill”
as the sun set, six boys sat around the dining room table, chanting “chug chug chug” as a red-faced seokjin downed an entire bottle of champagne. jimin giggles with tears clinging at his eyelashes, falling into taehyung’s lap with a thump. taehyung cackles at seokjin who’s now coughing at a shrieking hoseok. he glances down, smiles, endeared, jimin squirming with laughter in his hold.
outside, pastel purple flowers bloom under the falling snow, petals extending towards the twinkling christmas lights like hands reaching out for the warmth of someone familiar. inside, seven pairs of hands are clasped together tightly, exchanging laughter and warmth that lights up the entire apartment.