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The first time Jimin sleeps over at Taehyung's, it's an emergency. The other times after? That's a different story.
Taehyung doesn't know the proper etiquette for meeting your roommate's friend with benefits, but it probably doesn't include falling in love with him.
taehyung squeezes himself tighter into the counter as jimin's voice carries closer. "is jungkook working today?"
"no... no, jungkook's not scheduled." yoongi shoots a quick glance down at taehyung, too briskly for jimin to notice. taehyung keeps a finger pressed tightly over his lips, and to his relief, yoongi wordlessly directs his attention back to jimin.
"oh," jimin replies. taehyung hears the telltale sound of him rifling around through his pockets. suddenly, there's a loud bang as jimin slaps something down on the table. "i'll ask you, then. how do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?"
(ex. vmin work at rival flower shops and are doing their very best)
Taehyung believes in soulmates. He believes in soulmates to the moon and back, with the sort of fervor reserved for children and lunatics.
Jimin believes in soulmates. He’s just not sure he wants his.
He cleared his throat, his voice low and more graveled, “It’s hard to breathe it in your first time, so I just thought-”
“I-I wanna try again. Shotgunning,” Taehyung said quickly, resting his hands on his knees so he was more inclined to the other boy. His teeth worried at his lip, a sudden burst of confidence flooding through him as the drugs kicked in.
Taehyung is a successful model looking for a discreet release. Jimin is a professional dom who won’t judge his browsing history.