Jimin didn’t get the chance to say anything because Taehyung's mouth was so suddenly upon his. Jimin was entranced by the slight touch.
Taehyung's lips were wet, gave off that tang of mint, and it tasted just as delicious as it smelled. Yet Jimin found himself rather focusing on the way their noses brushed, the way Taehyung's gaze was so fiery, intense and warm, maybe just as warm as the breaths hitting his skin.
Taehyung leaned forward and gently pressed his lips further against Jimin’s slightly parted mouth. Jimin couldn’t tell who moved first, just that suddenly Taehyung's mouth was on his and they were kissing and it was better than how he’d ever imagined it to be.
He’d wanted to kiss him for so long and no matter how guilty the thought made him feel, he couldn't deny it was always present and persistent, even when he pushed it to the very back of his mind.
Jimin couldn't think anymore for his mind grew hazy and intoxicated with Taehyung's scent, his chest hard against his own and with the way he kissed him, over-confident, full with passion but still somehow hesitant, making butterflies tingle at the pit of his stomach.
Jimin felt the very tip of Taehyung's tongue reaching out to flick at his upper lip. And he moaned as he parted his lips at the tentative touch. Taehyung slipped his tongue into the heat of Jimin's mouth, gliding wet and smooth for a soft, slow kiss, his hand tentatively curling around Jimin's neck, his tongue curling around his own in sync, setting up a deep wet slide together.
The kiss was hot, wet, deep and deliciously slow and sensual despite the urgency bubbling in both of their bodies. Taehyung's hand was more holding than guiding as it winded into Jimin's hair and he kissed him deeper, his fingers threading through his soft locks.
His other hand was on Jimin's tiny waist, arm curling up around him and pulling him tightly closer while Jimin was holding desperately onto his shoulder. Jimin felt like he couldn't get enough. Will never get enough.
Taehyung's hand shifted to ran up Jimin’s sides, burning through his thin shirt, and Jimin couldn't help but wind his arms around the older's neck, his lips moving languidly with Taehyung.
He wanted to speed it up, for it was simmering with heat, but Taehyung was firm in the languid way he tasted him, like he wanted to map every bit of Jimin’s mouth. It was so perfect Taehyung found himself smiling into it.
When Taehyung eventually pulled away to breath, he was grinning wide, coy but still confident. They were still facing each other, and still close enough that their noses brush and breaths mingled. Jimin chased his mouth on instinct, but when Taehyung stood straight, he let out a quiet noise of complaint because he couldn't reach him.
Taehyung laughed in response, stole another kiss like he couldn’t help himself either before he leaned in again, pressing his lips below Jimin's ear this time. Jimin turned his head, his own lips meeting with Taehyung's neck.
“Hey,” Taehyung said, breathy, “I know it ain't the right time but I wanna take you out on a date.”
It was so sudden Jimin didn't know what to say, that his mouth almost parted up in surprise. The kiss made him weak on his knees, but it took every ounce of his will to scoff under his breath and then purse his lips, giving off the look of someone who was thinking even if the answer was already pre-established in his mind.
“I don't know what you think you're doing Tae, but I'm still mad.” Jimin shrugged as a playful smile played on his lips, you could easily mistake it as sweet but it was devilish, and Taehyung knew it was anything but sweet, as if Jimin was planning something in his mind.
Taehyung leaned his head heavily against the door behind him, groaning. “You’re impossible. You didn't even forgive me yet?”
“Forgiveness should be earned baby,” Jimin muttered, his smile turning to a smirk but Taehyung didn't mind. So after all this, Jimin was still playing hard to get. He couldn't say he hated it but he knew Jimin wouldn't refuse him, or maybe it was just his over confidence once again. “I'm not saying I refuse though. I'd be happy to call you my boyfriend but I'm just saying you still owe me.”
Taehyung knew it was a card Jimin would use soon in the future. He didn't know what game Jimin was playing but whatever it was, it didn't bother him in the slightest.
Taehyung could read him like an open book, he actually could read anyone like an open book but for Jimin especially, it was mostly hard to predict. Taehyung found himself smiling through his thoughts, his lips plump, red and still glowing from their previous kiss.
“I’m aware of that babe, but will you now leave your new boyfriend alone at home ’cos you're still mad?”
Jimin rolled his eyes at this, forgiveness was the easiest part. He didn't know how his heart could erase everything bad about anyone so easily no matter how bad he suffered, must be something he learned very early in life with his abusive father, some sick way to survive.
But he began to make sure that people don't use him for it. And even though Taehyung was practically trying to make him stay in all kind of ways, he trusted him. Taehyung never lied to him and their was a very prominent sexual tension between them for so long, so what happened previously was something eventually going to happen anyways to say the least.
Jimin was going to forgive him anyways but he disliked the way Taehyung was trying to get to that point. He mustn't deny he was pushing him but now he knew, Taehyung would do anything, and it was good how it turned out and Jimin couldn't say he hated it.
“Fine, I'm not leaving, you sneaky hoe.” The way Taehyung smiled made Jimin want to kiss him all over again. He couldn't help that the older was so attractive and beautiful it almost hurts. Jimin dropped the bag to the ground as he sat on a settee close to where he was standing, looking up and suddenly meeting Yoongi's eyes.
It took him a few seconds to realize that the latter was there all the way since the start and it made heat invade his already burning cheeks red in embarrassment, and he instantly looked away. Taehyung to say the least, wasn't bothered by Yoongi seeing them at all.
Jimin felt so embarrassed that he decided he needed to get out of the house for some time, be alone and think of his new situation with a clear mind.
He knew that if he stayed with the two of them, that would be impossible to achieve especially in the light of what just happened. So he put his bag to the ground and muttered that he'll go on a short walk before he left the house in a hurry.
It was maybe dumb but throughout all the past days, he's been discarding any thought he gets of Jungkook, which meant that when he accepted to date Taehyung, he didn't even think of Jungkook at all. But he was aware that both of them were aware of Jungkook still being in the picture.
Yeah, he was very far fixing his financial problems in China but he was still there, and after two months at max he'll be back. So what would he do then? When he gets back and expect him to be there waiting for him?
Jimin knew that he was practically cheating but he didn't have the courage to break up with Jungkook on a phone call neither over text. Firstly, because he knew that Jungkook will drop everything and will take the first plane to Seoul to meet with him and understand what the fuck he just said.
It was scary just thinking about it but he didn't want Taehyung to show in the picture for he knew it'll go so crazy if the two meet. Secondly, because breaking up this way implied a very big disrespect for their relationship which lasted for 3 years. Despite Jungkook being abusive and all, he still thought he deserved a proper break up at least.
Jimin didn't realize how long he walked until he found that his feet lead him back to Gangnam district, next to a couple of dens belonging to Du Agma Pa. He knew about all kind of shit that happened there, drugs, prostitution rings and illegal firearms.., about the kind of people hanging on their, prostitutes, pimps, mules, goons, hitmen.. He cursed at himself for even taking that road, for he didn't want anyone of the gangsters to see him or he wad afraid he may fall in trouble.
The last time he walked that road, a pimp fuck eyed him like he was a piece of candy, some sort of merchandise he would gain so much money from selling, which was literally true for last thing he knew, he was in the back of a van and a couple of people were deciding how much money he would bring.
If it was better to sell him as a sex-slave or to force him onto prostitution. He remembered he started crying and begging them to let him go, but one of them only had beaten him saying if he refused to be a good boy, they'll just sell his organs instead.
Jimin winced subconsciously at the memory, he almost relived it and it made his body shudder in fear. When he opened his eyes, he was met with ones that looked so much like his own, a pair of honey eyes that caused him tsunamis of disastrous dark nightmares for years after he ran from them.
Ones that were indeed his worst fear, that he believed every night they were right after him, strangling him, beating him chasing him or looking for him, and he dreamed of himself hiding under the bed everytime they occured.
A very familiar eyes he prayed to never have to see ever again but that was now boring holes onto his face from the door of the den. Jimin's eyes widened in terror, when and how did his father move away from Busan? He didn't know but at that moment he was aware, he'll regret his decision of going out way too much.
The last thing he knew, the man was chasing him and he was running for his dear life with inhuman speed.
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