they’ve been best friends since they were very young, both fresh-faces high schoolers, and th had always been protective of jm, always for some reason treating him like a dongsaeng, poking his cheeks and ruffling his hair and calling him cute.
it’s fine, jm likes it and enjoys the attention enough not to make a fuss, but it starts to really bother him when he finds out what words th uses to describe people that he actually finds attractive.
hot, he once called nj when he came out of the dressing room in a sleeveless top, highlighting his defined chest. sexy, he had told jk when he had stepped into the hallway in a cropped blazer with only a body chain underneath.
but—“adorable,” he coos at jm, when he shows him the first preview photos of his photo folio.
his photo folio, which he intended to be seductive, alluring. sexy.
instead, he gets: “adorable.”
“stop calling me that!” jm snaps despite himself. he hadn’t realized how much it had bothered him over the past few months, but he quickly realizes he wants no more of it.
th stills, takes in the clear hurt on jm’s face.
jm suddenly feels stupid for getting emotional over such a little thing, twisting away from th’s hold, from where he’s cuddled up next to him on th’s couch. “nevermind.”
“no,” th says, ever stubborn. he grabs at jm’s shoulder, the one he’d been tracing lazy circles onto as they’d chatted with some drama playing as white noise. “what do you mean? what do you want me to stop calling you?”
jm can’t help the pout that forms on his lips. “you keep calling me cute. how come you can call nj-hyung hot, and you call jk-ie sexy, but all i get is cute?” he huffs, dumping his phone onto the coffee table. “i was in lace-up leather gloves and you called me adorable.”
th frowns as he listens, but it slowly dissolves into a rueful smile. he shakes his head fondly, grabs jm’s empty hand, and looks him in the eye. “oh, angel. if i started calling you what i say in my head, i would never stop.”
“what?” jm chances, voice soft and hesitant. hopeful, but cautious.
th smiles at him, his gaze soft. “are you sure, jm-ah?”
jm whines impatiently. “th-ah.”
“beautiful.”
jm doesn’t mean to, but he gasps. “yah!” he says, smacking a fist lightly onto th’s chest. “don’t tease me!”
“stunning,” th continues seriously, never breaking eye contact. “gorgeous. handsome. ravishing.” he catches jm’s fist in his, cradling it between them.
jm feels his face heat up, the blood rush to his head making him dizzy. “th.”
“charming. arresting. bewitching.” th is closer now, jm realizes, their chests almost touching. “elegant. graceful.” th leans in, and jm feels his breath cause goosebumps on the skin of his neck as he whispers into his ear. “irresistible.”
jm knows he should say something—anything—but he is at a complete loss for words.
luckily, th seems to know all the right ones. “can i kiss you?” he asks quietly, after a quiet exhale. “i—i’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
jm pulls back to look at th, really look at him, and realizes he doesn’t need words to answer. he surges forward and swallows down th’s stuttering sounds, joining their lips in a delicious press.
“you—!” jm finally manages in between kisses, slick and hot.
th giggles, giving back as good as he gets, chasing the nip of jm’s lips like he can’t get enough. “what do you mean, me? i thought we were talking about you.”
“you drive me crazy,” jm admits, slowing down the kiss into something sweeter, more sensual. “i thought—”
th silences him with another tender kiss, tongue lingering on his lower lip before he pulls away. “i know. i’m sorry. i was trying to not be obvious.”
jm nibbles on th’s lip before releasing it with a small pout. “you could have at least been a little obvious.”
th laughs, pulling jm closer by his waist. “you would be so tired of hearing it, i promise you. plus the guys would be relentless. sj-hyung would have a field day.”
“i would never get tired of it,” jm promises. “it’s you,” he says simply, when th lifts a questioning eyebrow. “you’ve always been my favorite.”
th glows with his grin, illuminating the room better than the setting sun just outside the window. he traces the little dimple that appears next to jimin’s smile with a gentle finger, before following it up with his lips.
“you are the most beautiful, jm-ah,” he says lowly, sparing a brief glance at jm’s phone, still unlocked on the coffee table. “i don’t have eyes for anyone else.”
jm sees the way th’s eyes darken, feels the way his heart begins to hammer against his, and decides maybe they’ve done enough talking for today.
“show me,” jm says.
th’s grin spreads slowly as he cages jm against the back of the couch. “gladly.”
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