do you think the first time taehyung pulled jimin into a kiss he said “come here, you”

there was no huge declaration of love, nor were they sat in a park, or a beach. nothing of the sort. taehyung had looked side ways at his best friend, curled up in bed, phone pressed close to his face and decided, quite easily, that he wanted to kiss him.

he stared at the chubby cheeks, the glossy eyes and the small hands, there was no time stamp he could place on just when he’d fallen in love with his best friend, but it wasn’t necessary, it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things; because all he knew was, he had.

taehyung was no fool and this was no teen romcom, he was not oblivious to the fact that jimin also felt the same way for him. he’d seen the way jimin looked longingly at him, the way his own name sounded just that little bit prettier coming from jimin’s lips than anyone else’s.

they were 18 years old, having spent nearly every second of the past year, since jimin joined the group, together. they even slept on the same bunk bed, mostly tangled up on the bottom one because climbing the 6 steps was too much at 4am after 15 hours of practice, but mostly

because they liked being in each other’s arms. the coldness of the world and bitter taste of reality just a little easier to endure when you were holding your closest to your chest. tangled limbs and interwoven breaths, minds a little calmer and souls finding peace.

so taehyung stared, he wanted to memorise every feature of jimin’s face for when his old eyes gave away. he smiled softly when jimin finally looked up, he was so happy to have someone so comforting as his own. he couldn’t help but let his features betray his heart.

jimin recognised that look, taehyung knew he did: it was often worn on his own face too. there was a warmth glow to his eyes and taehyung just could not sit there any further. he was going to kiss him. and now.

“come here, you” he said, shuffling forward, reaching his hands out to cup jimin’s face into his hands, and bringing their faces close together.

jimin giggled as soon as taehyung’s lips touched his own, taehyung felt a storm wreck his insides, he’d not expected him to /giggle/.

but then again, jimin had never failed to surprise him, would not stop in all their lifetime together. so he just pressed his lips onto jimin’s, felt the smaller boys hands tangle in his hair, and finally did he breathe: all was just as it was meant to be.

“come here, you” would become taehyung’s i love you, said when jimin woke up each morning, at 2pm when lunch was on the table, at 4am when jimin woke up screaming, at each heart break and fight, every moment of truth, it would always be “come here, you”.

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