Work Text:
Jimin looks loose-limbed and sleepy, one arm flung over his face to shield his eyes from the glow of his bedside lamp. He’s lying sideways on the bed opposite Taehyung, his legs propped up against the wall. His other arm is flopping off the bed. Taehyung wonders idly what it would be like to bite the inside of his elbow.
Hoseok is still in the studio, working on something with Namjoon, so it’s just the two of them. They should probably be asleep.
“Have you ever –” Jimin says, and then stops. He lifts his elbow a little and peeks sideways at Taehyung, before he drops his arm over his eyes again.
“Lots,” Taehyung says. His voice comes out croaky as he yawns. “Eight times last year.”
“I was going to say,” Jimin complains, then stops again instead of saying what he was going to say.
Taehyung rolls over onto his stomach and considers the way a clump of Jimin’s hair is defying gravity, where he didn’t wash the gel out properly.
“Have you ever kissed another boy?” Jimin mumbles into the crook of his arm. Then he adds in a rush, “Not Hobi hyung that time, I mean for real.”
Taehyung stares. “Have I … what?”
Jimin presses his face into his arm and makes a sort of squeaking sound, shaking his head.
Taehyung is confused. And distressed. He tries to communicate how confused and distressed he is with his eyebrows, but Jimin still isn’t looking at him. Instead Taehyung swings his legs off his bed and goes over to sit on Jimin’s. He reaches down and plucks Jimin’s arm away from his face.
Jimin blinks up at him. His cheeks are flushed, and he only holds Taehyung’s gaze for a second before his eyes dart away.
“Park Jimin,” Taehyung says, frowning down at him, “I kiss you all the time.”
Jimin frowns back up at him. “What?” he says. “No, you don’t.”
Taehyung is so offended.
“I kissed you this morning at breakfast,” he says.
Jimin squints at him, then wrinkles his nose. One of his knees digs into Taehyung’s back as he lets his leg slide down the wall.
“Taetae, you pretended I had rice on my face and licked my chin. That doesn’t count as a kiss.”
Taehyung isn’t all that happy to have that waved away, but he pauses to think again.
“Yesterday, then,” he says. “Yesterday, I did this.”
He bends down and presses his mouth against Jimin’s cheek.
When he straightens, Jimin is blinking at him. There’s something startled and open in his expression. Then he laughs, softly, and his eyes crinkle. “I didn’t mean kisses on the cheek, Tae.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes. “On Monday, during evening dance practice,” he says.
That time, he came up behind Jimin and looped his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck as Jimin giggled and tried to squirm away.
Jimin raises a hand and tucks his fingertips under his neck, as though he’s remembering.
“That wasn’t a real kiss, though,” Jimin says. Taehyung thinks he can see the beginning of a smirk tugging at the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “You just backhugged me, mostly.”
Taehyung hesitates. Then he leans down and brushes his mouth against Jimin’s, feather light.
“It’s not the first time I’ve done that, either,” Taehyung says as he straightens.
“That’s –” Jimin’s throat moves as he swallows. “I barely felt that. Nobody would think that you meant it. There’s no way that – that counts as a real kiss.”
Taehyung drags his gaze back up from the dip of Jimin’s throat to his eyes. They’re sparkling now, uncertainty warring with something brighter. Taehyung feels his hurt ease a little, tentatively.
Taehyung leans down, pressing their mouths together for a long moment. He pulls away, hovering, and Jimin starts to speak. Taehyung interrupts him by bending to close the distance between their mouths again.
Jimin leans up to meet him this time, mouth parting under Taehyung’s with a soft gasp. Jimin’s breath is toothpaste sweet. Taehyung traces his tongue against Jimin’s lower lip, feeling Jimin shiver. It makes him want to taste more.
He pulls back a little. Jimin makes a tiny noise of protest, taking a moment too long to blink his eyes open again. They look hazy.
“What about that?” Taehyung asks, watching him intently.
“That – n–no,” Jimin says. “That didn’t count because – uhm –”
Taehyung leans back in. Jimin reaches up to push his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, making a soft urgent sound as he pulls Taehyung down against him.
It’s even better this time. Jimin’s mouth is hot and sweet, and he’s using his tongue. Taehyung didn’t even know he could do this; he can’t believe Jimin could do this and wasn’t doing it with Taehyung.
Taehyung and Jimin follow each other’s lead, swap the lead between them, and Jimin never led this way. Taehyung didn’t know it was an option.
He bites down on Jimin’s bottom lip, as retribution for Jimin taking so long to tell him that. Jimin gasps and arches up, and Taehyung loses his train of thought.
Jimin’s been squirming around, trying to get into a better position without breaking the kiss. At this point his feet lose their purchase on the wall. His legs tumble onto the bed behind Taehyung.
Taehyung is knocked forward, his teeth clacking against Jimin’s. Jimin makes a pained sound, which turns into helpless giggles against Taehyung’s mouth. It sets Taehyung off, too, both of them giddy, until they’re laughing too much to kiss.
Taehyung slings his leg over both of Jimin’s, burying his face against Jimin’s collarbone. He feels a rush of intense delight for the way Jimin’s skin dips into the hollow there.
Taehyung straightens, his mouth pulling into a wide smile as he meets Jimin’s eyes. Their noses are almost touching. “Are you counting them yet, or –”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Jimin says. He’s breathless and still laughing as he pulls Taehyung back down.