Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

8.5 -- 4 O'Clock

Jimin seemed drained and somber when he and Taehyung moved to turn in on that last night in Busan. The blond sat silently with crossed legs on top of the covers as Taehyung turned off the lights, only leaving on the lamp on his side of the bed. Even as he moved about the room, Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off of Jimin. He just looked so desolate, so colorless; he wished there was something he could do to take away the worry of the coming day. Seeing him like this, he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He crawled up on the bed, sitting just in front of him. He tilted his head, leaning in a little when Jimin didn't refocus and look at him right away. When at last their eyes met and Jimin's gloomy expression stayed just as it was, Taehyung gave a bittersweet smile.

"Hey..." the redhead said gently. "You doing alright?" he asked, yet Jimin's face said it all. He knew he was struggling; he could see in his eyes that his head must have been throbbing. There was no hiding the signs of his withdrawal at this point. The blond sighed, biting his lip for a moment.

"No," he said, with so much honesty that Taehyung felt his heart breaking. "... I don't want to go back." On an instinct, Taehyung leaned in until their foreheads touched and reached for Jimin's hands.

"I'll be right beside you," he assured him, his voice nearly a whisper. "And I'll make sure you stay safe. Do you trust me?" He leaned in a little more, until he felt Jimin's shaky breath on his lips.

"Yes..." 

Barely a moment after he had gotten his reply, Taehyung moved in to close the distance between them, and their lips entwined together. Jimin closed his eyes instantly, accepting the gesture, and leaned into the kiss just a little as he felt Taehyung's fingers brush past the side of his face. Though it had started out as light and tender, Taehyung couldn't quite stop himself from letting it escalate in passion, until his tongue was lovingly gliding past Jimin's lips; his lover did nothing to stop him and instead welcomed the deepening of their kiss, his hand hesitantly raising to touch and then grab onto Taehyung's shoulders. Meanwhile, Taehyung's arms found their way around Jimin's waist.

Taehyung wasn't sure if he accidentally pushed Jimin back, or if the blond had willingly shifted and laid down--either way, he wound up on top of his lover and shifted himself to straddle him, his knees resting on the mattress on either side of Jimin's hips. Though the sudden change startled the aristocrat some, when Jimin didn't seem to react negatively--instead holding onto him tighter--Taehyung only continued with more passion, relaxing to let their bodies press against one another. He could feel and hear their heartbeats pounding in unison, even as their breath seemed to grow heavy. It was when Taehyung felt himself starting to awaken that he froze, at last pulling his lips away.

He stared down at his lover with some level of fear. Jimin, breathless and flushed, slowly opened his eyes to gaze up at him, his eyes clouded with an expression Taehyung couldn't decipher. Taehyung should have known that arousal wouldn't be able to be delayed for long in such a compromising position. Though he'd managed to keep his mind fairly chaste over the course of their time together, even with sleeping beside him, perhaps he knew that at some point this was going to happen. He wondered, though, if this timing was less than ideal. Jimin had clearly been distressed before now, and only barely present. Would he be any better than the ghost if he took things further now?

He gulped as he stared down and Jimin, and carefully tried to pull away from him. However, as soon as their bodies had pulled apart, Jimin gripped onto him a little tighter, and his brows furrowed as his eyes seemed to plead in the silence. Taehyung's expression warped with confusion, but he couldn't seem to find the words to ask. Instead, he froze for a moment, never looking away from Jimin's gaze, and carefully lowered his body back down. His breath hitched for a moment as he felt something hard and throbbing against him, and he stared down at the blond with wide eyes.