post six

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The Secret nu'est, aron/

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stand shoulder to shoulder, jimin/v (2/3)

[anonymous]

"You guys need to keep it down!" A muffled yell comes from the bedroom a second before Namjoon pokes his head out from the door frame, face scrunched with sleep, and he raises an eyebrow high when he sees them sprawled on the floor.

Jimin jumps up, untangles himself from the mess of Taehyung's limbs, and scrambles to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. His mouth is dry and he wants to throw up, crawl out of his skin and toss it away. He tries to will away the image of Taehyung's face, cheeks flushed with exertion and mouth soft, but it's already been burned into his mind. Burying his head in his knees, he sits on the tile floor until his hands stop shaking. When Jimin finally emerges from the bathroom, all of the lights are turned off, air left still and quiet.

As he climbs into bed, he's careful to not let his gaze linger too long on the faint outline of Taehyung's sleeping body.

The following morning passes in a blur. Jimin's body aches with anxiety and he makes sure to stay out of Taehyung's way, squeezing himself next to Hoseok and Yoongi in the van and hiding behind Junggook throughout dance rehearsal. Namjoon periodically shoots them concerned looks, mouth set in a deep frown, but he doesn't interfere, only places a hand on Jimin's back when he forgoes his usual lunch seat next to Taehyung.

Jimin tries his best not to look at Taehyung either, but he’s a creature of habit and his eyes wander on their own anyway. Watching Taehyung slump his body against Sukjin's, rest his chin on Yoongi's shoulder, steal Junggook's last piece of meat; it all makes Jimin's stomach drop to his knees.

Each glance reminds him of the night before and he flushes, can feel the back of his neck warm up, and he's angry. Angry at himself for being jealous, for liking the way Taehyung's mouth felt against his, how their bodies fit together for that brief moment.

He's angry that he ruined everything-angry at Taehyung for making him ruin everything.

stand shoulder to shoulder, jimin/v (3/3)

[anonymous]

The fanmeeting goes on without a hitch. Jimin works hard to build up his image, laughing and beaming throughout the event. With only a small performance left before the end, they take a short break to recharge.

Jimin's alone, Namjoon and Yoongi having left the table to play a game of keep-away with Sukjin's water bottle. From the side, Hoseok goads them on while Junggook scrolls through his phone messages by the refreshments table. Taehyung disappeared a while before, Jimin doesn't remember when, too preoccupied with actively trying to ignore him.

Despite it still being summer, the evening air has cooled down enough to warrant him draping a thin blanket over his legs. Jimin takes the moment alone to absorb his surroundings, the fans, the staff, his members. His wrist hurts a little from shaking hands and signing autographs for the past few hours but it's a good kind of ache, the kind that makes him proud.

From the corner of his eye, Jimin catches Taehyung walking toward him. He considers running away but the thought comes a second too late. Taehyung drops down on the chair beside him and pulls away the blanket enough so that the corner is only covering half of Jimin's lap, leaving his feet to peek out from the bottom. They're quiet for a moment, watching the fans chatter amongst themselves, both waiting for the other to speak.

Taehyung breaks the silence. "I still want to be friends." His voice is deeper than it usually is and Jimin kind of hates him for it, hates how it makes his whole body heat up, his heart beat louder in his ears.

But Jimin is more relieved than anything else. Taehyung isn't absolutely disgusted with him, angry at Jimin for messing everything up, putting the whole group and everything they've worked so hard for on the line. Just the idea of Taehyung hating Jimin, never talking to him again, makes him sick.

"I'm sorry," Jimin says as he stares down at his hands, wringing them tightly together. He realizes how tired he is, how his shoulders are knotted up into his neck, straining all of the muscles in his back. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Taehyung shifts, presses himself as close as he can, and sighs. "There's nothing wrong with you."

Jimin finally turns to look at Taehyung and it's strange how all it takes is a familiar, stupidly hopeful smile to dissolve the tension weighing him down. The uncertainty clawing at his chest fades as relief edges itself in, soothes the nausea swirling a storm in his stomach. Jimin returns the gesture, quirking his lips up into a soft curve, and lets himself lean into Taehyung.

The air feels calmer now and Jimin sucks in a deep breath, exhales slowly through his teeth. The other members trickle back to the table, elbowing at each other and bickering about the logistics of some stupid TV show, and the commotion eases away his last traces of anxiety. Jimin laughs along with them and it comes out easier this time.

As the MC announces the continuation of the event, Taehyung sticks a cold hand into Jimin's jacket pocket, wiggling out his fingers. He leaves it there, swinging and pulling down at the thin fabric, and rests his chin on Jimin's shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay," Taehyung whispers with one last toothy grin.

Jimin believes him. Even if he's wrong, Jimin knows Taehyung will still be there.

a/n: so...i don't know if this is at all what you wanted from the prompt ahhh i'm sorry i don't know where this came from???