Thread by @vmintimacy

#vmin au

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—

but it always seemed like an impossible subject to broach.

maybe if he loved him less, he could talk about it more.

th just shrugs, settles for something that is true but isn’t wholly the truth: “you’re pretty today.”

jm’s coy smile turns shy. “just today?” he asks, stepping closer into th’s space.

th shakes his head. “always. you’re always pretty.”

jm takes another step forward until they’re almost as close as they were on set.

he doesn’t stop until he’s only inches away, so near that th can feel his breath on his cheeks.

“you forgot something,” jm says, his voice lowered down to a whisper, raising goosebumps on the back of th’s neck. th’s gaze is fixed on jm’s lips again, almost like an impulse.

“hm?” th hums, questioning eyes flicking up to meet jm’s.

the corners of jm’s mouth tick upwards as he raises his index finger high enough to be in their eyeline and—oh.

there’s a tiny heart sticker stuck just on the tip of it.

a breath wooshes out of th as his eyes widen, suddenly feeling caught. he doesn’t know why a tiny piece of adhesive is making him feel like he needs to explain. “jm-ah, i—”

“you were holding on to it the whole time but never used it,” jm says, his lips forming a slight pout.

th exhales again, closes his eyes to try to steel himself for this moment that he’d been dreading, this opportunity that he never thought would come. “i—it didn’t feel right,” he says, another sorry excuse. “all those people around, i…”

he catches himself staring down at jm’s lips again and forces himself to look at his eyes instead.

it’s infinitely worse and infinitely better, bc th’s love for him slams right into his chest, forcing the rest of the words out.

“i didn’t want there to be an audience when i gave my heart to you,” th admits, finally, feeling a little embarrassed, feeling blood immediately rush to his cheeks. “that’s so cheesy. shit, i’m sorry, jm, i—”

jm cuts him off with a giggle. “cutie,” he says, his nose scrunching up with the force of his smile. he wiggles his index finger. “this is for me?”

th sighs, lets himself smile and loosen up. “yes,” he says, just to be clear.

jm grins as he reaches up to cup th’s cheek in his free hand. “great, ‘cause i forgot to do something on set, too.”

he leans in slightly and th holds his breath—

as he gently presses the heart onto th’s lower lip.

“pretty,” he says, almost reverently, and this time it’s like jm can’t look away from th’s lips.

it’s then that th snaps, realizing they’re finally alone. he lets himself feel, relinquishes control of the urge he had been suppressing all day—for years now, probably—and closes the gap between them to kiss jm square on the lips.

jm giggles as soon as they make contact, but th quickly feels him melt into it, feels jm’s arms come up and around him, his fingers playing with the hair at his nape. feels the delicious pucker and pull of jm’s lips, the same ones he’d been longing for for so, so long.

it’s a relatively short kiss, chaste and sweet, but it leaves th breathless all the same. “wow,” is all that th can say when they part. “been waiting for that forever.”

jm falls into th as he laughs, burying his giggles into the crook of th’s neck.

“me too,” he whispers, and taehyung feels the words more than hears them.

th tugs at him so he comes out of hiding, and he laughs as he sees the outcome of their kiss: the heart sticker transferred to jm’s upper lip, back with its rightful owner.

th picks it up with his pinky, but not without pressing another short peck to jm’s lips. “see? it knows where it belongs,” he says, booping jm’s nose, leaving the sticker on the tip.

the cameras just outside the room should be sorry they aren’t able to catch jm’s radiant smile.

—end ♡

if you’ve reached this far, thank you for reading!! been wanting to write this vmin since the pictures first came out but yesterday’s behind was my literal last straw 🥹 they’re in love your honor 😭🤍