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Over the years, Jimin had learned that being Taehyung’s boyfriend had a lot of advantages. He was sweet and smart, funny and dreamy. You couldn’t get bored with him, he always had a topic of conversation and was more than willing to take you on an adventure – even if the adventure was just going to buy ice cream at three in the morning. But he was also professional and passionate; he was a hard worker and wasn't ashamed to cry when he was hurt. Jimin loved every single thing about Taehyung, from the little mole on the tip of his nose to the way his eyes closed at night. Every single quirk, no matter how big or small– Jimin loved them.
Well, every single quirk except for one.
Taehyung was sitting in front of him wearing his pajamas and reading a book, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It was a cute sight, Jimin had to admit. So cute he would have cooed at him if it weren’t for the constant presence of his declared enemy: Taehyung’s tongue. His boyfriend sat there, looking all cute and soft, licking his bottom lip as if Jimin were immune to the gesture. As if Jimin’s heart didn’t skip a beat every time that sinful tongue – he knew what that thing was capable of doing – came out of his mouth and wetted his pretty pink lips.
It was something Taehyung liked to do on stage when they were surrounded by fans, something he did to make all the girls and boys scream louder. Scream for him. And damn, Jimin wanted to scream too. Except that now they were in the dorm, with the rest of their hyungs lying around and Jungkook – their other boyfriend – playing Overwatch in his room. Taehyung probably didn't know what he was doing with his tongue, let alone the effect the sight was having on Jimin. But that didn’t make Jimin feel any better. Yeah, his boyfriend was being a good boy for once, but did his dick care? Spoiler: no.
Taehyung was so effortlessly erotic it was infuriating.
The boy turned a page and bit his lip. Jimin made a choked sound and Hoseok looked at him worried, but Jimin didn't even spare him a glance. He was too busy following the slow and barely legal trail that Taehyung's tongue made: first a soft caress to the bottom lip, staining it with saliva, then a playful trace to his cupid bow with the tip.
Jimin swallowed hard. He felt his own lips itching, almost begging him to just push them against his boyfriend's. Begging him to take that tongue into his own mouth and sucked at it until Taehyung was a babbling mess under him, until Taehyung was clutching at Jimin's biceps and panting for air, as affected as Jimin felt in that moment.
He shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. He didn't want to distract him. They didn't have a lot of free time because of the preparations for the new comeback and Taehyung seemed really interested in the book he was reading. It was about Van Gogh and a gift from Jimin himself because he couldn't help but spoil his boyfriends from time to time. Taehyung's face had lit up like that one of a kid on Christmas when he saw the present and he had kissed Jimin so good he ended up feeling dizzy.
Jimin smiled at the memory, feeling his heart suddenly soft and full of love for the precious dork in front of him. As if reading Jimin's thoughts, Taehyung lifted his head and blushed slightly when he saw Jimin was looking intently at him. He smiled, his shiny and chewed red lips stretching in that rectangular smile that the entire fucking world was in love with and then he returned his attention to the book.
Jimin sighed again – Hoseok gave him a knowing look – and let his eyes travel all the way down Taehyung's body, enjoying how the silk of his pajamas hugged him in all the right places. His t-shirt had slipped up a little, exposing a thin strip of skin. Jimin licked his lips and blinked several times, turning his gaze to his boyfriend's face and not even bothering to contain a low grunt. Taehyung's hand was playing with his bottom lip, his tongue softly caressing his fingertips and making them all wet.
Jimin got up, took the book out of his hands and slammed his lips against Taehyung's without thinking twice. Taehyung let out a surprised yelp but opened his mouth for him automatically, whining when Jimin sucked his tongue into his own mouth and moaning when the older boy chewed on his bottom lip, softly but hard enough for it to sting. Just how Taehyung liked it. Jimin cupped his jaw with one of his hands and tilted his head up so that Jimin was over him, his plump lips bruising Taehyung's without mercy.
Taehyung dug his nails into Jimin's shoulders, feeling dizzy thanks to the lack of air and the sudden attack, and Jimin parted, resting his forehead against Taehyung's and panting like he had run a marathon, his eyes wide and dark.
"Fuck, your mouth drives me crazy."
"What." Taehyung's voice was low and hoarse, lips so red and swollen Jimin was tempted to kiss him again.
Instead, he put the book back on Taehyung's lap and walked to his bedroom, shaking his head and murmuring something about Taehyung being a menace to his health, leaving behind his confused and turned on boyfriend and a completely horrified Hoseok.