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Jimin's phone rings, disturbing his peace. He would've ignored it but it was the ringtone set for the reason of his current distress and, for the life of him, he's unable to ignore the caller.
“Hello Tae?” he answers, clearing his throat.
“Min-ah. Where are you?” the deep baritone voice says from the other line, tone laced with concern. Jimin can imagine the man frowning right now, eyes large and sad.
Jimin stares out at the pink sky, steadying his voice before finally answering. “I’m at the rooftop, Taehyungie. Wanted to have some time alone.”
“Oh,” he replies. A pause. Then, “Was it that bad?”
“What?”
“Was Scenery bad that you can’t come to me before I release it?”
Oh. Guilt comes, compressing his heart. And pain doubles. He can be such a selfish bastard sometimes.
“Taehyungie, it’s not that. I’m sorry you had to feel that way.”
“Then why?”
The question comes deceptively simple. Yet Jimin can feel the sliver of vulnerability that comes with it. Taehyung doesn’t believe him. But if he tells him the truth, will he have him still?
“I was just thinking, Taetae. It’s not such a big deal. Nothing related to you. I’ll come to you in a minute.” He always will come to Taehyung. He's Jimin's home.
“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asks. Jimin doesn’t answer, staring blankly at the sky. “Min-ah.”
The nickname, the tone, the hidden pain is more than enough to overwhelm Jimin. The truth comes like a tidal wave, pushing out from his lip, making him whisper, “I was thinking about who you wanted to be yours.”
A sharp intake of breath. “What?”
Jimin groans, unwilling to say the words out loud once again, unsure if his heart can take it.
Then a chuckle comes from the other line and Taehyung’s deep voice asks, “Is that why you’re having an existential crisis at 5pm?”
He huffs. “I am not having an existential crisis about your song, Kim Taehyung.”
“Just about who it’s for then?”
He is teasing, tone light and lovely, and Jimin wonders how his best friend can be so cruel. Or stupid. But it's Taehyung, who doesn't have an ounce of malice in his blood. So he must be being oblivious. Then again, the beautiful bear has always been oblivious.
“Can you stop laughing at my expense?” Jimin scolds over the phone.
The chuckling stops, Taehyung’s tone gentling. “I’m sorry angel. Will you turn around for me?”
“Why would I —“ he stops turning as he sees Taehyung leaning causally against the door. “You’re here.”
The younger grins, cutting the call. “Felt like this conversation is better done face to face.”
Jimin doesn’t. Jimin, in fact, prefers not to have any conversation at all. “Why don’t we forget about this, Taehyungie? It’s really nonsense.”
Taehyung raises a brow. “And here I was about to reveal to you who it is for.”
Jimin just stares at him, unsure how to decide. Whatever he chooses is bound to break his heart, anyway.
But before he can speak, Taehyung starts singing in his deep, beautiful voice. “I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story. I still wonder, wonder best part.”
He approaches Jimin, whose heart feels as though its about to burst out of his chest. His body feels frozen on the spot, eyes fixed on his best friend, still walking towards him. Jimin feels as though he's standing in front of a cliff, about to jump. And he's afraid that he'll be the only one jumping. Abd breaking.
“I still wander, wander, next story. I want to make you mine.” Taehyung finishes the chorus, a foot away from Jimin and slowly takes the smaller boy’s hand, dropping a kiss at back of it, without breaking eye contact. “It’s for you, Min-ah. I want to make YOU mine. Just you. Always you.”
The jump is quick and painless. The second, he feels caught in Taehyung's arms and he's feeling so much. Too much. It feels like fireworks. Like snow. Like everything that’s beautiful and lovely. And Jimin’s unable to stop the tears from falling.
“You dr-dramatic ass. You couldn’t have told me all that over the phone?”
Taehyung smiles at him so fondly, as though he is precious. And maybe he is. Whenever the younger looks at him that way, he feels like the most precious thing.
“You deserve to be wooed, Min-ah. Flowers, chocolates, fireworks shaping your name, confessions in front of our fans. You deserve all that.” Taehyung shrugs, almost regretful. “But I can’t do that. So I’ll romance the hell out of you in the way I know how.”
By writing a song and releasing it to the world. Jimin wonders how he deserves such a gift. He is unable to stop the sob. “I hate you,” he mutters, covering both his eyes with his hands.
“And I love you. Always have.” He feels a tug in his hands. “Jimin-ah? Jiminie? Min-ah? Minie? Love?”
Jimin puts both his hands down, attempting to glare. “What?!”
“I just told you I love you,” Taehyung says, face significantly closer than before and Jimin flushes.
“Fine,” he grits his teeth. “Iloveyoutoo.”
Taehyung laughs, a melodic, beautiful laugh that he wants to record and play over and over again.
“Come here you.”
Jimin gets pulled, stumbling into Taehyung arms, head snuggled against strong chest and body caged by arms that he knows will never let him go. He settles, breathing in Taehyung.
His soulmate.
His love.
His home.
His.