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Ep. 19 Rooftop(16+)

On The School Rooftop

The rooftop air was crisp, biting against Jimin’s flushed cheeks as he gripped the cold metal railing, tears blurring the cityscape below.

     Images of Taehyung smiling at Lisa flashed through his mind—her laughter, her hand brushing his arm, the ease between them. It twisted something deep inside him, a knot he couldn’t unravel.
   It hurt so much Jimin.

   Behind him, the door creaked open, breaking the stillness.

“Jimin.”

The familiar voice—deep and filled with a warmth that always felt like home—wrapped around him.

Jimin didn’t move. He clenched the railing tighter as though letting go would make everything slip away.

Footsteps approached, slow but certain, and then warmth settled behind him.

“Why did you run?” Taehyung’s voice was calm, but his concern weighed heavily in the air.

Taehyung didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat down on the cool concrete and pulled Jimin into his lap without hesitation.

“Come here,” he said softly, his arms wrapping around Jimin’s small frame.

Jimin didn’t resist. He folded into Taehyung’s embrace, burying his face against the steady rhythm of his chest.

   Jimin’s body melted against Taehyung’s chest. His head rested on a shoulder that felt like home. A hand cupped his cheek, the long fingers curling with gentle firmness, crushing his flushed cheeks between them.

“Look at me,” Taehyung whispered, tilting Jimin’s face upward.
“You’re crying.”

Jimin averted his gaze. “I just…” He hesitated, the truth too raw to admit. “I miss our parents.”

Taehyung tilted his head, eyes filled with knowing concern. “Is that really why?”

Jimin’s breath hitched. His heart raced as Taehyung’s hands cradled his cheeks.

When their eyes met, Taehyung froze.

He felt his breath catch as if the wind had been stolen from his lungs. His eyes traced every detail, every line and curve that made up Jimin’s delicate face.

Jimin’s eyes—those ocean-deep pools of emotion—were glossy with unshed tears. They reflected a thousand things Taehyung couldn’t name.

Why does he look so… vulnerable? So heartbreakingly beautiful?

Taehyung’s gaze trailed downward, tracing the soft curve of Jimin’s nose, the delicate pink flush on his cheeks. Then, his eyes landed on Jimin’s lips—soft, full, and trembling ever so slightly.

 
For a long, fragile moment, they stayed like that, sharing warmth, silence, and the unspoken.

Then, Taehyung’s lips curved into a familiar grin, and his voice turned playful. “Do you know what always made you feel better?”

Jimin sniffled, the corners of his mouth twitching. “What?”

“Tickles.”

“No—”

Too late. Taehyung’s fingers danced across Jimin’s sides, eliciting a squeal and a cascade of laughter.

“Stop!” Jimin giggled, squirming in his grip. “Hyung, no!”

“Not until I see a real smile,” Taehyung declared, grinning as he kept up the playful assault.

Their laughter echoed into the sky, a melody of joy and connection.