#vminau where taehyung is blanket hog, but it’s okay because jimin runs a little hot anyway.
sometimes it catches jimin off guard how their soulmatery manifests. it’s often the little things, too—like how easy it is for him to play along when taehyung’s in a roleplaying mood, or how quickly he catches onto whatever new dance move is taehyung’s flavor of the month.
this morning, it’s this realization that tips his world ever so slightly off-balance: kim taehyung is a terrible blanket hog.
he’s always been one, is the thing. for as long as jimin can remember, sharing a bed with taehyung always meant waking up only half-shielded from the cold. he’s never really minded, never thought about it too hard.
except today he wakes up warm despite the fact that his torso fully exposed to the cold air of the room. the blanket the covers his legs is more a formality, his left leg sticking out to one side.
and on his other side, his best friend snores quietly, completely bundled up in their shared sheets. jimin has to supress the unbelievably cheesy wave of affection that washes over him at the sight.
here’s the thing: even here, even like this, he can’t help but feel like they were made for each other. taehyung might be a blanket hog, but jimin doesn’t really need the blanket.
it’s such a tiny, trivial thing, but it hits jimin squarely on the chest: even like this, they fit. even like this, they’re perfect.
(and if he can’t resist the urge to smother his best friend with affection for much longer, and if taehyung wakes up to a soft kiss strategically placed on the tiny mole on his nose, then, well, jimin thinks they fit well that way, too.)
((and if the way taehyung smiles when he opens his eyes and presses his lips to jimin’s in answer is any indication, he thinks the same as jimin.))
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th has found himself transfixed on jm’s lips more times than he can count.
he likes to think he’s subtle about it, but as soon as jm giggles like this, he knows he’s been caught out.
jm corners him in the green room as soon as his individual shoot is over. he still has the 7 sticker that th stuck on his lower lip, a sorry excuse for his being physically unable to stop staring as the cameras clicked away.
“what’s up with you today?”
jm’s tone is teasing, but th knows him well enough to hear the genuine curiosity behind it.
the truth is th never meant to hide this from jimin—this being the fluttering feeling inside his ribs at even the slightest hint of jm’s presence—
it’s supremely embarrassing to accidentally pop a boner while your best friend is laying in your lap. th can confirm.
there’s nothing special about what’s going on—they’re simply watching a drama together on th’s huge television. jm had initially started off snuggled into his side but eventually shifted to lay his head on th’s lap, which was basically scheduled program for them too.
except—
except jm’s been giggling, thoroughly enjoying the comedy part of the rom com series they’re watching, and he keeps throwing his head back onto th’s poor susceptible crotch, putting a (regrettably) delicious pressure exactly where
#vmin#vminau where jm is getting tired of th calling him cute.
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.