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Ep.15. Sweet

Namjoon chuckled, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Alright, alright, don't bite my head off, Jimin. I'm just saying... You've got a soft spot for Taehyung, huh?"

Jin laughed softly, clearly loving the playful exchange. "You both are growing up too fast. Next thing we know, you'll be bringing your dates home for dinner."

Jimin froze for a second, his stomach dropping at the mention of dates. The thought of Taehyung with someone else made his chest ache, the pang of jealousy sharp and unexpected. He quickly forced a laugh, trying to hide his discomfort. "Emma, stop teasing me! It's just a cake," he muttered, his tone trying to sound carefree, though the ache in his chest was unmistakable.

Taehyung, unaware of the internal battle Jimin was facing, reached for his fork and took a bite of the cake. His eyes softened as he chewed, savoring the taste. "This is really good, Jimin," he said, his voice low and sincere. "You did great."

Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the praise. He couldn't help but smile, a warm rush of happiness flooding through him. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice soft.

But as he watched Taehyung smile, something inside him shifted. Maybe it wasn't just the cake that mattered. Maybe it was the way Taehyung looked at him, the way he made Jimin feel... something more. Jimin couldn't quite place it, but it was enough to make his heart race.

After dinner, Jimin couldn't shake the warmth in his chest. The evening had been simple-filled with laughter and teasing-but something about it felt monumental. Cooking for Taehyung had started as a small gesture, but the way his hyung smiled after the first bite of the shortcake lingered in Jimin's thoughts. It was a look of genuine appreciation, and that look made Jimin's heart flutter.

As the night stretched on, Jimin found himself wandering toward Taehyung's room, his feet moving without conscious thought. Standing before the door, he hesitated for a moment, clutching the doorknob. With a soft knock, he stepped inside, his voice almost a whisper.

"Hyung, can I cuddle with you".

Taehyung, lying on his bed with a book resting on his chest, looked up at Jimin. He smiled, his eyes warm despite his exhaustion. "Of course, Jimin. Come here."

Jimin climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside Taehyung, fiddling with his hands. He glanced at the book in Taehyung's lap, but his mind was elsewhere.

"I wanted to ask..." Jimin's voice faltered for a moment before he continued. "Did you really like the strawberry shortcake?"

Taehyung chuckled softly, closing the book and setting it aside. "You're still hung up on that? I told you, Jiminie, it was amazing."

Jimin's lips twitched into a shy smile. "I just... wanted it to be perfect. For you."

Taehyung tilted his head, his gaze softening. "It was perfect, Jimin. It reminded me of why you're so special."

Jimin's heart raced at the words, but he quickly ducked his head, brushing them off with a playful laugh. "Don't get cheesy on me, hyung. I might start thinking you have a sweet side."

Taehyung smirked, leaning back against the headboard. "I'm just honest, Mochi. You should try it sometime."

They laughed softly, the conversation flowing between teasing and quiet moments of understanding. But as Jimin was speaking, he noticed Taehyung's responses becoming slower and softer until, eventually, they stopped entirely.

"Hyung?" Jimin whispered, leaning closer. When he didn't get a response, he realized Taehyung had fallen into a deep sleep.

Jimin's heart melted at the sight. Taehyung looked so peaceful, his face soft and serene. The light from the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across his features, highlighting every detail that Jimin adored.

He reached out hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair away from Taehyung's forehead. His fingertips lingered for a moment before retreating. The silence was comforting, but his emotions weren't. They were too loud, too overwhelming to ignore.

Jimin leaned closer, his lips trembling as they brushed against Taehyung's softly. It was a fleeting kiss-innocent yet filled with all the love and longing he'd been keeping hidden. The faint taste of strawberry shortcake lingered on his lips, and the sweetness made his heart ache.

"I love you, hyung," Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible.

He pulled back quickly, his face burning with embarrassment and affection. But Taehyung didn't stir, still lost in the depths of sleep.

Jimin curled up beside him, pulling the blanket over both of them. His arms wrapped around Taehyung tightly, seeking comfort in the warmth of his hyung's presence. His heart raced as he drifted off to sleep, a mix of nervousness and contentment filling him.

In the quiet hours of the night, Taehyung stirred briefly in his sleep, his subconscious catching a flicker of warmth. He felt something soft and fleeting, a sensation that lingered on the edge of his dreams. In his half-awake state, his mind conjured an image of Jimin-his wide eyes, his shy smile, and the sweetness of his laughter.

A strange warmth spread through Taehyung's chest as the image lingered. He didn't understand it yet, but something about Jimin felt different lately. There was a softness in his touch, a depth in his gaze that made Taehyung's heart flutter.

As the night passed, Taehyung's dreams were filled with memories of Jimin-his playful antics, his stubborn pouts, and the way he had looked earlier, so proud of the shortcake he had made.

When morning came, Taehyung woke to find Jimin still curled up against him, his arms holding him tightly. His heart skipped a beat at the sight, a realization slowly blooming in his chest.

Why does this feel so right?