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jimin moved abroad for his dancing career, leaving a broken hearted taehyung behind, years later he comes back only to see that taehyung has moved on without him and is inexplicably happy: if only he knew the truth https://twitter.com/vminfeed/status/1220127454989254656
jimin wanted to run into taehyungâs arms when he landed back home, that was his plan. like it used to be. he was forever falling into the arms of his, once, beloved. now they were just friends, but that wasnât going to stop him.
except that, when he met taehyungâs eyes across
except that, when he met taehyungâs eyes across
busy airport, heads of people leaving their loved ones or returning home, across from toddlers running about and businessmen walking with a cool head, he was greeted with taehyung and another boy.
jimin felt a kick to his stomach. he wanted to double over and find a way to
jimin felt a kick to his stomach. he wanted to double over and find a way to
breathe. he wanted to place his hands on his knees and aid his lungs to do what they were supposed to do naturally. itâs what racers do after a sprint. thatâs how he felt now, aching and acidic in his blood.
because taehyung and the boy were holding hands.
because taehyung and the boy were holding hands.
he saw taehyung smile, it reached his eyes, like it normally did when it saw jimin. and jimin forced his own facial muscles to replicate the image; he had to. it was his fault that they had broken up, he was the one who left their perfect relationship. he was the one to blame.
the suitcase in his hands felt like it contained a dead body rather than the souvenirs and little clothes that he had packed in it. his arms felt rigid, as if someone had forgotten to oil his joints. but he moved towards his former boyfriend and now just best friend.
âjimin-ah!â taehyung shouted when he was within earshot. and jimin found himself hugging his best friend, making sure he did it in a way that was not going to make the boy next to him feel threatened. he didnât nuzzle his nose into taehyungâs neck, or hold him like he was a raft
in a swirling ocean. he held him tightly, but it was not tight enough.
âtaehyung-ah,â he allowed himself to whisper. the name as familiar as the world âiâ or âmeâ. they had once been a âusâ but sadly no more.
he let go, a lot sooner than he wanted to. but he had to remind
âtaehyung-ah,â he allowed himself to whisper. the name as familiar as the world âiâ or âmeâ. they had once been a âusâ but sadly no more.
he let go, a lot sooner than he wanted to. but he had to remind
himself what they were now.
jimin took a step back and put a hand forward, âim jimin, nice to meet you,â he smiled softly.
âim yoongi,â the boy said, a gummy smile on display. âi have heard a lot about you.â
jimin couldnât say the same. taehyung had never mentioned him once.
jimin took a step back and put a hand forward, âim jimin, nice to meet you,â he smiled softly.
âim yoongi,â the boy said, a gummy smile on display. âi have heard a lot about you.â
jimin couldnât say the same. taehyung had never mentioned him once.
it would be a lie to say that he didnât feel betrayed. the two had kept in touch, jimin still knew kim taehyung as his best friend and yet he had not mentioned this? it was the hardest part to accept. he was not angry at taehyung for moving on, but keeping it from jimin? he felt
lied to and cheated. yes he was to blame for the ending of their relationship, for his selfish decision to peruse his passion of dancing than maintaining their relationship. but he deserved to know that taehyung had moved on. was he not worth at least that much of truth?
he hid all these emotions from his thoughts, pushed a door onto his emotions and threw the key away. he needed to focus on the present, even if it was costing him all of his energy.
as they were walking out of he airport, jimin looked sideways at taehyung, to see if he could
as they were walking out of he airport, jimin looked sideways at taehyung, to see if he could
read his emotions like all the years before. he had only gone for three years, he knew heâd be able to read taehyung even if a century had passed between them seeing each other. thatâs how close they had once been.
taehyung wore a mask on, jimin coud see that clearly enough.
taehyung wore a mask on, jimin coud see that clearly enough.
he wore the expression that was for the wider public, the âim as chilled as ever look,â but jimin wondered if a battle was waging underneath the calm demeanour he displayed.
jimin did not expect this sudden change between them, he felt caught off guard, a fish on a net.
jimin did not expect this sudden change between them, he felt caught off guard, a fish on a net.
he watched as yoongi presses himself into taehyungâs side, how even though he was smaller he was the one who looked protective of taehyung. jimin swallowed bile. taehyung had found himself to love him whilst he was away chasing his dreams. he could tell yoongi was in love with
taehyung. how? because jimin knew that feeling better than anyone else. he knew it what it was to love and be loved by kim taehyung. he saw the way yoongi looked at taehyung, his eyes gazing softly as ever. how taehyungâs name sounded so soothing coming out of his mouth.
he tried to answer all the questions taehyung fired at him, âthe flight was great, no trouble at all,â âno the food was actually decent on the planeâ âyes i want tomorrow to just sleep inâ but his mind never stopped churning out commentary on how taehyung and yoongi sat next to
each other, their legs pressed together. yoongiâs hand found taehyung over and over again. jimin had grown up thinking taehyungâs hands were just perfect for his own to slip into, he felt a sharp jab in his lungs at seeing how that was no longer true. it was made for someone else
too. someone that wasnât jimin.
the plan was for jimin to live with taehyung, like they had done before he had left him for three years. how had taehyung not mentioned his boyfriend? how was the plan meant to work? he couldnât ask now, not in front of yoongi. or was taehyung so
the plan was for jimin to live with taehyung, like they had done before he had left him for three years. how had taehyung not mentioned his boyfriend? how was the plan meant to work? he couldnât ask now, not in front of yoongi. or was taehyung so
comfortable in his relationship with yoongi that he had no problem with his ex living in the same space as him? he wondered if yoongi knew that the pair had dated from highschool till jimin left for university. because surely if he did,he would not be okay with their arrangement.
jiminâs eyes took adjusting to the new living room space, but he was far too jet-legged to place what was amiss. the three years had softened the edges of his memory of the place he had shared with taehyung but he knew something was different.
âmake yourself at home,â taehyung
âmake yourself at home,â taehyung
said. and jimin bit the inside of his cheeks, taehyung looked effortlessly beautiful; a pair of loose black trousers paired with one of his sweaters, and yet he could walk on a catwalk and drop jaws at how well he carried himself.
âiâm going to go shower first,â jimin wanted a
âiâm going to go shower first,â jimin wanted a
moment to himself, he knew he could not think about what his future now looked like now, or about taehyung withholding things from him, but he just needed to breathe without it hurting so much.
yoongi shuffled over to the kitchen with a small smile as jimin pulled his suitcase
yoongi shuffled over to the kitchen with a small smile as jimin pulled his suitcase
into his room. he stood agast for a while, it was as if every fibre had been fixed in place since the last time he had seen it. he had not expected this. it was as if the three years ceased to exist and he had not left taehyung to chase after his dreams.
jimin felt taehyungâs
jimin felt taehyungâs
arms around himself, and without thinking he leaned into taehyungâs hug. taehyung spoke into jimins ear, âi missed you,â and every inch of jimin was alight with a feeling he had learnt to curb for the longest of time.
he heard the sound of cutlery being moved about in the
he heard the sound of cutlery being moved about in the
kitchen, a reminder of how they were not the only ones present.
jimin put taehyungâs actions to the fact that even as best friends they had always been comfortable with skinship; holding hands, hugging, and cuddling all came naturally to the pair.
he did not tell taehyung how
jimin put taehyungâs actions to the fact that even as best friends they had always been comfortable with skinship; holding hands, hugging, and cuddling all came naturally to the pair.
he did not tell taehyung how
every second of every day he had felt his absence. how he had slept with the image of his smile and woke up with the same picture at the back of his eyelids.
instead he said, âthe room is exactly as i left it.â
taehyung still held onto him, âi kept it locked unless i was using
instead he said, âthe room is exactly as i left it.â
taehyung still held onto him, âi kept it locked unless i was using
it, no ones been in this room but me for the past 3 years.â
what did this even mean? why was taehyung tightening his grip on jimins waist? why was his breath tickling his neck and ear?
jimin wiggled our of taehyungâs grip, he felt every emotion known to mankind at once.
what did this even mean? why was taehyung tightening his grip on jimins waist? why was his breath tickling his neck and ear?
jimin wiggled our of taehyungâs grip, he felt every emotion known to mankind at once.
his mind was racing with a thousand thoughts and he knew he was going to need to punch a wall or something to bring his mind back to normal.
what game was taehyung playing?or was he just reading too much into the way taehyung felt against him?
he needed a hot shower and sleep.
what game was taehyung playing?or was he just reading too much into the way taehyung felt against him?
he needed a hot shower and sleep.
âim going to jump in the shower, im knackered,â jimin gulped our in one go. he didnât trust himself with words, was too sure he would scream instead of speak.
he reached for his suitcase when taehyung held his hand mid-air. jimin tried not to remember how they had spent their
he reached for his suitcase when taehyung held his hand mid-air. jimin tried not to remember how they had spent their
entire youth holding hands at every moment ever, sometimes it wasnât even convenient to do so. but that didnât stop them.
taehyungâs hands engulfed his own smaller ones, the softness reminding jimin of warm summers bathing in the sun and cold winters cuddled up together.
taehyungâs hands engulfed his own smaller ones, the softness reminding jimin of warm summers bathing in the sun and cold winters cuddled up together.
âeverything you need for a shower is in the toilet,â taehyung said matter-of-factly. he was always attentive towards the smaller details of jimins life, replacing his charger when it broke, fixing a button on jiminâs favourite shirt, replacing the water by the bedside that jimin
could not sleep without.
âhyung and i made dinner, so donât take your normal time in the shower,â taehyung said with a smile.
jimin withdrew his hands and walked away, his shoulders dropped as soon as he entered the bathroom. this was going to be one long night. he sighed.
âhyung and i made dinner, so donât take your normal time in the shower,â taehyung said with a smile.
jimin withdrew his hands and walked away, his shoulders dropped as soon as he entered the bathroom. this was going to be one long night. he sighed.
it was an unspoken ruling that jimin and taehyung always sat opposite each other whilst sitting at a table. it had been established it was the best way to take each other in, to converse, to indulge in skinship under the table whilst sitting across from each other.
and hence why it felt like someone had kicked jimin on the back of his knees and made him unstable on his feet when he saw taehyung take a seat next to jimin. and when yoongi reached the chair and sat across from jiminâs former love.
it was just another stab at his already
it was just another stab at his already
torn heart. every action was accumulating to a pain jimin knew he did not have the threshold for.
jimin messes with the food on his plate. he had not had real home cooked food for over a week, he had not seen it worth doing grocery shopping when he was bound for home anyways.
jimin messes with the food on his plate. he had not had real home cooked food for over a week, he had not seen it worth doing grocery shopping when he was bound for home anyways.
and yet he could not stomach the food he knew the couple had made him. sharing inside jokes in a kitchen that was no longer his own. sneaking kisses between each task, sharing a glimpse of a future that was some body elseâs to share with. he had lost his appetite.
âso what do-
âso what do-
â- you do for a profession hyung?â he asked, being very aware of how the person who had cooked for him was a complete and utter stranger to him.
âwait did taehyung not tell you?â
âhe must have done, but i have an awful memory!â jimin lied, not wanting to cause any friction
âwait did taehyung not tell you?â
âhe must have done, but i have an awful memory!â jimin lied, not wanting to cause any friction
between the pair.
he could sense yoongi stretching his leg, knew it would rest in between taehyungâs. calves touching, rubbing. jimin bit the insides of his cheek.
another stab tallied on his heart.
âi do interior decorating,â yoongi said bashfully.
he could sense yoongi stretching his leg, knew it would rest in between taehyungâs. calves touching, rubbing. jimin bit the insides of his cheek.
another stab tallied on his heart.
âi do interior decorating,â yoongi said bashfully.
he made a sweeping gesture and it finally clicked. the difference in the home; the subtle lighting, the grey tones on the walls only to be broken by brightly coloured soft furniture. the quirkiness of it all that could only be added professionallly.
it flared up two beacons of
it flared up two beacons of
light in jiminâs brain; synapses firing and wheeling. firstly, it meant yoongi must have lived here for a long while for him to have slowly made his mark on taehyungâs (and his former) abode.
but more alarmingly: and yet taehyung had not let yoongi touch a speck in their shared
but more alarmingly: and yet taehyung had not let yoongi touch a speck in their shared
room.
what did that mean?why was he so reluctant on yoongi invading his and jimins former room? why had taehyung done all this, and why was he continuing to act so ambiguously?
jimin thought his brain would give in, collapse in on itself from the pressure building against it.
what did that mean?why was he so reluctant on yoongi invading his and jimins former room? why had taehyung done all this, and why was he continuing to act so ambiguously?
jimin thought his brain would give in, collapse in on itself from the pressure building against it.
jimin sat and watched the pair clean up, how easily they fell into routine; knew who would remove the dishes and who was going to put the leftover in the fridge. how taehyung giggled when he washed up, his eyes gleaming when he met yoongiâs gaze.
the ache he felt ran deep,
the ache he felt ran deep,
right through his spine.
he faced the shower head at the opposite wall, turned it on at full blast and sat down at the corner of the bath. he was too scared his sobs would penetrate through the thin walls to the kitchen where he had said his goodnight to the couple.
he faced the shower head at the opposite wall, turned it on at full blast and sat down at the corner of the bath. he was too scared his sobs would penetrate through the thin walls to the kitchen where he had said his goodnight to the couple.
they had broken up once already, but it was just a helpful precaution for jimin. he did not know he would return to /this/. he had given permission for taehyung to move on, but it was empty words; he was always going to return to him. how did taehyung not know this?
jimin had believed, like everyone else, that the pair had known each other the best. then how come taehyung had taken his words and acted on them? how did he not know it was all a lie?
jimin gripped onto the edge of the bathtub, his fingers turning white at the pressure.
jimin gripped onto the edge of the bathtub, his fingers turning white at the pressure.
he gasped for air between his sobs, âwas i that easy to move on from?â he wondered. his tears felt like they were gushing out faster than the shower head on his left, it was a competition that jimin was determined to win. breaking up with taehyung was one thing; but coming home
to him having taken another lover was completely different. maybe he would have coped with the pain of it much better if he had been introduced to the concept of taehyung moving on whilst he was away. but taehyung had stripped jimin off of that pleasure. was this all planned?
