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taehyung and jimin laying side by side in the tent together. everybody else is already asleep but jimin can't keep taehyung out of his mind long enough to even try to find sleep. beside him, in his own sleeping back taehyung is playing with the twinkle light he

put up earlier. his long, elegant fingers are playling with the bulbs, a soft smile playing on his lips.
jimin can't look away from him and at the same time he doesn't know which part of him to focus on. his pretty pink lips, shiny with too much balm. his big, beautiful and

gentle hands that have been haunting Jimin for so long. His deep brown eyes that sometimes looked so intensely at Jimin that Jimin felt like his very soul caught fire. His long legs, that today were straddling a horse, sending Jimin's mind spinning in sinful directions.

jimin can't see it properly now but he's stared at it long enough that conjuring perfect pictures of his ass is easy enough.

there isn't an inch of taehyung that jimin doesn't want to worship and ruin.

he can't sleep. he needs to sleep before he does something irrevocable.

"I had fun today, jimin-ah," taehyung turns on his side and jimin does his best to not swallow too audibly. it's bad enough that he's always being caught staring. It would be the end of the world if Taehyung actually knew what he was thinking about.
he smiles instead. "Yeah?"

taehyung leans his weight on his elbow, looking down at him. a strangely soft smile on his face. his eyes rake over Jimin's face before he scoots closer.
"I always have fun with u, Min," he says. he brings one of his hands to jimin's hair and pushes his fluffy bangs to the side.

Jimin feels warm down to his toes, chest a little tight with just a little too much need. he breathes in and out slowly and finds a smile for taehyung.
"I missed you," he lets slip out because he feels like he's been holding it in all week. they've said it multiple times for the

cameras but jimin hasn't find the courage to tell it to taehyung, face to face, alone. it holds a different weight like this. it's a different kind of missing jimin does for taehyung. it's always tasted achingly bittersweet.
taehyung nods. "I missed you too, Jiminie."

and maybe it's bc they've spent a lot of time alone today, maybe it's because there are twinkly lights in the background and bc Jimin is full with Taehyung's warmth. maybe it's because he wants it very badly but in those words, jimin hears the same longing coating his own lungs.

"you looked so good on that horse," he lets another secret slip. another piece of his soul shared with this boy. the best boy, he thinks and sighs. he closes his eyes and sees him, on that horse, his broad chest and sturdy legs. his free smile. his laughter ringing in the wind.

straight out of jimin's catalogue of wet dreams. just for his own eyes.
he hears tae shifting, the smell of vanilla suddenly invading his nose. jimin barely has time to open his eyes before he feels a pair of soft petals brush his lips.
he blinks his eyes open & tae is there.

"you're so pretty, park jimin," he says, eyes alight with vulnerability and devotion. jimin's throat feels too tight. "so pretty. do you know why i like taking pictures of you?" taehyung asks voice hushed. he leans forward and brushes his lips against jimin's again.

jimin shakes his head and then tilts it up, closer to tae's lips. the other man smiles with his eyes and leans forward to leave another kiss, this one lingering, it buzzes down jimin's spine.
"i like taking pictures of you because when you smile it's like all the world agrees."

jimin's heart is beating too fast, too hard. "agrees?"
taehyung kisses his forehead. "it's like the universe stops, every bad thing happening, every catastrophe, every evil and ill cease to exist so that the universe can stop and admire you. it's like you're life and hope."

jimin is a beloved idol who's been called all kinds of things. most of them good and often enough that jimin has learned to accept it as truth. he loves it in fact.
no one has ever spoken about him like this. no one has made him feel like his existence mattered this way.

"if you keep saying stuff like that, i might never let you go, kim taehyung," jimin says, opening his eyes.
Taehyung grins, nudges his nose with his on before kissing him again.
he keeps kissing jimin. and not the once year drunken peck he gives jimin at new years eve.

not the smacking kiss to the cheeks he gives jimin when jimin is annoyed with him and he wants to be forgiven. not the good night kiss at the back of his neck taehyung gives him when jimin lets him cuddle him to sleep. not the kiss that proceeds their good bye hugs.

real kisses, filled with determination and longing. gentle coaxing kisses that have jimin leaning up, hungry for more. soft tender kisses that seem to bloom within jimin. deep eager kisses that have jimin curling his toes. kisses that jimin has only dreamed about with taehyung.

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hm it appears i am exhausted uliuluyfluyf. i'll get back to this on thursday. i won't have time tomorrow.