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Taehyung attempts to level a glare at his apologising boyfriend. Unfortunately, the fact that he is blinking back tears makes it look more like a plea.
“Jaewon-ah,” he sighs, “you promised you’d come with me to visit my parents this weekend. They’ve been so looking forward to meeting you-”
“Jesus, Tae, could you give me a fucking break?” Jaewon explodes. He rises to his full six feet four inches, looming over Taehyung in a manner that had seemed so attractive when they’d first met.
Now, though, it simply leaves Taehyung feeling unnerved. He knows Jaewon would never hit him. Right?
With an annoyed huff, Jaewon takes a step back, and Taehyung can breathe again.
“I told you, Tae, I accidentally made other plans,” Jaewon protests. His nasal voice carries an ever-present hint of condescension.
And Taehyung is tired of it.
He can’t stop his eyes from rolling at the ridiculousness of Jaewon’s story. They’ve been discussing the trip to Taehyung’s parents’ place for weeks, and Jaewon expects him to believe that he just ‘accidentally’ double-booked himself?
“Well you can cancel those other plans,” Taehyung spits.
Jaewon goes still.
“Oh, I see. It’s like that, is it? Little soft-spoken Taehyungie is standing up for himself for once in his life?” Jaewon taunts.
Normally, Taehyung would back down. He’d fawn, make himself even smaller, and spend the rest of the day trying to smooth things over.
But today, he’s had enough.
“Yes, Jaewon, you’re right. I’m standing up for myself for once. And I should have done it sooner,” Taehyung growls, his voice low and dangerous.
A loud hiss has them both swivelling around.
Taehyung’s Siamese cat, Chimmy, stands in the doorway, murderous intent glinting in his clear blue eyes. Chimmy’s back is arched in anger. This has the effect of displaying his dark-pointed cream coat to stunning effect. What a beautiful kitty, Taehyung can’t help but think, admiring his majestic feline companion.
To say that Chimmy has never taken to Jaewon is something of an understatement.
Largely affectionate toward Taehyung though also aloof in the way that cats are, Chimmy has taken to becoming the clingiest cat in all existence whenever Jaewon is present. The little cat meows and headbutts Taehyung until he is given space on his lap, refusing to make any space for Jaewon. Taehyung finds it hugely endearing.
Jaewon does not.
Last week Chimmy had even managed to open the bedroom door while Taehyung and Jaewon were having sex, despite the fact that Jaewon had deliberately shut him out. Chimmy’s presence in the room had become wildly apparent when Jaewon yelled in pain and grabbed at his calf, ruining the mood entirely. The perfect imprint of sharp feline teeth had glowed red against his skin.
Chimmy, of course, had quickly exited the scene.
Taehyung couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Which had meant that Jaewon was unable to continue. For which he blamed Taehyung and his cat, of course. Taehyung had privately thought that he wasn’t missing out on much, anyway…
Back in the present, Jaewon growls, “That fucking cat! Bastard of a thing. I’ll grab him by the scruff of the neck and-”
“You leave my Chimmy alone!” Taehyung bellows. He moves quickly to stand between Jaewon and his cat.
“That cat has never liked me,” Jaewon protests. He’s not about to lose his momentum now. Squaring up, he narrows his eyes and surveys Taehyung. “I’ve had enough of being treated like this. It’s either the cat, or me. Make your choice.”
Rage brews deep in Taehyung’s gut. Scenes flash through his mind of all the times that Chimmy has comforted him. Given him affection. Climbed under the covers to sleep beside him, his soft fur and rumbling purrs lulling Taehyung to sleep when he was alone and in need of kindness.
How dare Jaewon expect Taehyung to choose him? Since when has Jaewon done anything to make Taehyung happy? All he’s really given Taehyung is his mediocre stroke game and a whole bunch of broken promises.
Now that it’s come down to an ultimatum, Taehyung barely has to think about his answer.
“I choose Chimmy,” he says calmly.
Jaewon does a double take. “You what?”
“It’s you or Chimmy? Then I choose Chimmy,” Taehyung repeats patiently, not betraying a flicker of emotion.
“Taehyung, you’re going to regret this,” Jaewon blusters wildly, his large, flailing body taking up most of the space in the small living room. His face glows red as he realises Taehyung is completely serious. “Y-you mean it,” he utters, “you’re really going to choose that goddamn cat over me? Taehyung, sweetheart, just think about it,” he wheedles. “A cat can’t give you what I can give you, baby,” he purrs, sidling close.
Taehyung visibly flinches. “Thank God for that,” he murmurs under his breath. “You heard me, Jaewon. I choose my cat. Now get out,” he says coldly, pointing toward the door.
Jaewon expands to his full, impressive size and moves in to crowd Taehyung. “You’re going to regret this, sweetheart,” he sneers, flecks of his spittle landing on Taehyung’s face. “When you’re all alone with nothing but a stupid cat for company.”
Taehyung blinks, impassive. “I thought I told you to get out?” he replies icily.
Something in Taehyung’s eyes must finally land with Jaewon, because he backs away with his hands raised. “All right, Tae. You win. I’ll leave you alone with your pussy,” he smarms, brushing past Taehyung as he moves to the exit. Then, without so much as a backward glance, Jaewon is gone, the door slamming shut behind him.
All the righteous indignation that had filled Taehyung with courage bleeds out of him in a rush. Slumping against the wall, he slides down until his buttocks hit the floor with a soft thud.
“What have I done?” he whimpers, horrified, as the tears start to fall. Soon, Taehyung is openly sobbing, clutching at his hair and babbling incoherently as the consequences of his actions come home to roost.
“Jaewon,” he laments, voice small and sad.
Taehyung’s head drops into his hands as his sobs increase in intensity. Through the haze of pain, he becomes aware of a warm presence. Questioning meows break through his sadness as Taehyung realises that Chimmy has curled up beside him, resting sweetly against his thigh.
“Hey, Chim,” Taehyung coos, reaching down to scratch the cat between his soft ears. Chimmy responds with an eager purr. “Oh, you like that, huh?” Taehyung murmurs.
He allows himself to drift into the sensation of Chimmy’s soft fur under his hands, especially when the cat crawls into his lap to make himself even more comfortable.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, puss,” he tells Chimmy soberly.
Is it Taehyung’s imagination, or is there an understanding glint in Chimmy’s eyes?
*****
Time passes. As it always does.
Taehyung spends his days hard at work, and his evenings curled up on the sofa with Chimmy. He wonders what his life would have been like if Chimmy hadn’t randomly showed up in it two years ago. The Cat Distribution System had clearly decided, that day, that Taehyung was due his turn. Rushing home from work, Taehyung was mostly preoccupied with dodging other commuters and attempting to stay out of the weather as much as possible. When he saw the tiny kitten curled up next to a dumpster, desperately trying to shelter from the pouring rain, Taehyung’s heart squeezed and he immediately bent to pick up the poor little fellow.
“No collar, no tag,” Taehyung had murmured after quickly checking him over. “Doesn’t seem hurt, either.”
Enchanted by the kitten’s sweet face, Taehyung hoped that there weren’t some devastated owners looking for their lost little one.
After quickly thinking it over, he’d decided to take the tiny cat home and wrap him in a blanket. On the way back he’d briefly stopped at a convenience store to pick up some kitten food and a couple of cat toys. Just in case the little fellow got bored.
“Oh, you’re hungry!” Taehyung had laughed as the kitten had devoured the plate of food Taehyung set in front of him.
When the tiny cat had climbed into Taehyung’s lap and made himself at home, Taehyung knew he was in love. Still, being a responsible citizen, he took the kitten to the vet the next morning to check for a microchip, fervently hoping that the little one didn’t belong to someone else…
It was one of the happiest days of Taehyung’s life when the vet confirmed that no, the kitten didn’t belong to anyone, which meant he was Taehyung’s to adopt if he so wished.
So Taehyung began to share his lonely home with a friendly (and somewhat opinionated) Siamese cat. The little dude brightened up the place enormously, Taehyung had to admit. Instead of coming home to a lonely apartment, he came home to excited purrs and soft fur, cuddles on the couch and never-ending games with the large collection of cat toys he quickly amassed to keep Chimmy occupied when Taehyung was at work.
During this process of bonding with his new friend, Taehyung learns that he is definitely a cat man. And he is more than happy to admit it.
Since Taehyung’s nasty breakup with Jaewon, Chimmy’s presence has come to mean even more to him. The little cat seems to intuit when Taehyung is in need of extra affection, curling up on his lap and rubbing his soft, furry head against Taehyung’s stomach. Chimmy has even been refusing to sleep in his bed in the corner of Taehyung’s room, preferring to curl up underneath the covers with Taehyung, pressed tightly to his skin.
One night after work, Taehyung makes the fatal error of watching a romantic comedy. Instead of laughing and smiling as the protagonists navigate all the silly obstacles in their path and finally get it together, Taehyung finds himself curled into a ball, sobbing as though his heart will shatter into pieces.
“I’m gonna be alone forever,” he wails, his cries turning into deep, sad honks.
Chimmy, who had been drinking water in the kitchen, sprints into the living room, his questioning noises growing in intensity as he takes a running jump on to the couch and plops himself in Taehyung’s lap. Kneading rapidly and purring like an engine, Chimmy rubs his head against Taehyung’s stomach until his owner has recovered enough to run a hand over his fur.
“You’re always here for me, Chim,” Taehyung murmurs. He picks up Chimmy and lets his legs dangle in the air, holding the cat ‘s face level with his own. “It’s like you just sense when I’m sad,” he says speculatively, looking deep into Chimmy’s ice-blue eyes. “How do you know me so well?” he ponders, rubbing his nose softly against the cat’s.
Chimmy dissolves into happy purrs. His blue eyes soften into an expression of pure love. Taehyung lets Chimmy down, expecting him to run off and play with his toys. But instead, Chimmy settles himself right back in Taehyung’s lap and continues purring.
This simple act of affection has Taehyung’s tears starting afresh. Chimmy barely even flinches as large tears plop on to his fur. The cat simply gazes up at Taehyung and purrs, purrs, purrs.
“Ah, Chim, you’re the only one who really cares about me,” Taehyung blurts out. “Why can’t I find a boyfriend like you?”
As the absurdity of his words sinks in, Taehyung shakes his head and chuckles. Well, at least he has his cat.
*****
Taehyung sighs heavily as he shrugs off his satchel and jacket before switching his shoes for slippers. His boss’ nagging voice echoes painfully in his ears even though he should have left the stresses of work far behind him. It’s Friday night, after all! The whole weekend stretches out ahead of him.
Which would be great. If Taehyung didn’t have nothing to do and nobody to see…
Just as that sobering thought lands in his mind, Chimmy rockets up and begins rubbing his head against Taehyung’s legs.
“Hey, Chim,” he coos, bending down briefly to scratch between the cat’s ears. “Did you have a good day?”
Chimmy chirps and meows to the point that it’s almost like he’s attempting to tell Taehyung about his day. He winds himself around Taehyung’s legs in figures of eight until Taehyung is laughing out loud.
“You always know how to cheer me up,” Taehyung murmurs fondly.
Suddenly, an idea pops into his head. I used to love going to bars, he remembers, an ache of nostalgia blooming in his chest. Before Jaewon, before Sunwoo, even before Minhyuk, Taehyung had been quite the social butterfly. He’d arrive in Itaewon with no clear intent, wandering into any bar that took his fancy and seeing where the night took him.
There is absolutely no reason he can’t do that again tonight. The slight prickle of fear that makes itself known in his stomach is easy enough to ignore if he just puts his mind to it.
Decision made, Taehyung heads for the shower.
Emerging from his room resplendent in black jeans that hug his ass perfectly and a paisley patterned black shirt, hair slicked back off his forehead and a cloud of spicy, woody cologne surrounding him like an aura, Taehyung checks himself out in the hallway mirror.
“Not bad,” he admits. Maybe he’s still got it?
Even though Jaewon had attempted to erode every last vestige of Taehyung’s confidence, the tender shoots of regrowth were beginning to flourish. Once upon a time, Taehyung had known he was handsome. Tonight, he’s beginning to believe it again.
“Chim?” he calls, hoping to say goodbye to his cat before leaving for the night.
A questioning prr-mow comes from the vicinity of the kitchen. Taehyung follows the sound and finds Chimmy crunching some dried kibble. He pauses when Taehyung enters, angling his head to gaze up at him.
“I’m going out,” Taehyung explains apologetically. Moving to the pantry, he retrieves a tin of wet food for Chimmy and plates it. “I’ll leave you some more kibble, too. Just in case I don’t end up coming home,” he explains.
Is it Taehyung’s imagination, or is there a flash of annoyance in Chimmy’s pretty blue eyes?
He ruffles Chimmy’s fur and rises to his full height, preparing to leave. “Have a good night, Chim, OK?” Taehyung farewells his cat before grabbing his jacket, phone, wallet, and heading out.
As Taehyung reaches street level, he doesn’t look back at his apartment on the seventh floor. If he did, however, he’d notice an unearthly light glowing vividly through the windows…
*****
Sipping tentatively at his strawberry daiquiri, Taehyung allows his eyes to roam around the room, lingering where they please. He’s chosen well. The venue is classy, wood-panelled and elegant, and there is a sort of unspoken dress code amongst the patrons which Taehyung has managed to judge perfectly. The percentage of attractive men in this bar is extremely high. And Taehyung is certainly attracting his fair share of attention…
He is engaged in conversation with a handsome brunette by the name of… Wonwoo? Wonsik? Taehyung can’t quite remember his name, but he has very pretty eyes and Taehyung is on his fourth daiquiri so the room spins a little and words are becoming more difficult to pin down. Wonwoo (Wonsik?) tells Taehyung he just needs to use the bathroom and he’ll be back in a couple of minutes, jokingly warning him not to let anyone else take his place.
Taehyung isn’t planning to. Wonsik (Wonwoo?) is definitely his type, and Taehyung is certainly ripe for at least a hookup with someone that attractive. He takes another sip of his cocktail, allowing the tangy flavours to swirl around his tastebuds and relaxing into the slightly fuzzy edges of himself.
It takes him a moment before he realises there is a hand on his arm. Assuming it’s Wonsik having returned from the bathroom, Taehyung doesn’t bother to rearrange his slightly sleepy features. Instead, he turns toward him and grins.
It is only once that’s done that Taehyung realises the man beside him is definitely not Wonwoo.
The first thing Taehyung notices is that the man isn’t particularly tall. Probably a couple of inches shorter than him. But his legs… Encased in black denim that may as well be spray-painted on, the man’s elegant legs stretch long and muscular and mouth-watering in front of Taehyung’s eyes.
“Hi, gorgeous,.” the man says in a tone so sensuous that Taehyung worries he may actually pass out.
The rest of the scene has ceased to exist. All Taehyung can see are endless legs, a tiny waist, perfectly proportioned shoulders, long blonde hair tied back in a half-ponytail with just a hint of dark roots growing in. Smooth ivory skin, sculpted high cheekbones and the plumpest, most perfectly rosy lips bestow upon him the face of an angel.
Because that’s what this man has got to be. No human being looks like this.
“H-hello,” Taehyung stammers in response, internally kicking himself for messing up a single word.
“I’ve been watching you,” the man purrs, leaning in to speak next to Taehyung’s ear. “Waiting for you to be alone so I could come and say hi.”
And with that, Wonsik’s existence simply ceases to register to Taehyung.
“Hi, then,” he breathes.
Gazing into the man’s eyes, he feels himself drowning in their depths. He may never get out again. But if this is the way Taehyung goes, then so be it. At least he’ll go out with a smile on his face.
“Jimin,” the man introduces himself, sticking out a hand for Taehyung to shake.
“Taehyung,” he replies. He takes the (soft, tiny) hand in his own and shakes it, conveniently forgetting to let go.
Jimin. Somehow the name fits him perfectly. It’s mystical, magical, just like the man who’s advancing ever further into Taehyung’s personal space.
Not that he minds.
Too busy talking and laughing with Jimin, Taehyung doesn’t even notice whether Wonwoo comes back. He’s not usually so flippant with people he’s spent time chatting with. But Jimin’s laughter is so intoxicating, with the way he throws back his head in mirth, eyes narrowing into tiny crescents and his succulent lips falling open to reveal the most delightfully crooked tooth, that Taehyung finds he cares about little else.
Jimin is somewhat cagey with his personal details, however. When Taehyung tells him that he works for a magazine and asks what Jimin does for a living, his airy reply is merely “This and that,” before changing the subject. But Taehyung finds that Jimin’s warmth and sparkling wit more than make up for a little elusiveness.
As they continue getting to know each other, Jimin’s soft, small hands occasionally land on Taehyung’s thighs and arms. But it is when they land on his chest that Taehyung’s mouth really goes dry. Nervously, he meets Jimin’s eyes.
The naked desire he sees in them almost makes Taehyung fall off his barstool.
I wonder if he’d let me take him home? Taehyung thinks, his gaze darting to Jimin’s lips.
A long, pink tongue comes out to wet them. “See something you like?” Jimin purrs, leaning further into Taehyung’s space.
“Very much so,” Taehyung rushes out. He gulps as one of Jimin’s hands comes up to cup his jaw.
“Maybe you’d like to take me to your place?” Jimin asks, curiously innocent. “I promise I won’t bite.”
Taehyung’s mouth falls open.
Jimin giggles. “I mean, unless you want me to?”
Abruptly, Taehyung rises from his stool and grasps Jimin’s hand possessively. He marches them out of the bar and down to the subway before they even manage to exchange another word.
“My apartment is in Changsin-dong,” Taehyung murmurs.
He still hasn’t let go of Jimin’s hand.
“I know,” Jimin replies and then stops, his eyes taking on an uncertain expression. “Uh. I mean, you already told me that earlier.”
Taehyung has no recollection of telling Jimin where he lives. But then again, he’s been in something of a daze ever since they met, so he can’t trust his own memories.
The harsh lighting of the subway car does nothing to diminish Jimin’s glow. Somehow, it even manages to highlight his beauty even further. Especially charming is the blush that springs up on his cheeks, fresh and pink and utterly delicious.
As the subway trundles ever nearer to Changsin-dong, the volume of their conversation becomes lower, the subjects more intimate. Taehyung finds himself helplessly lost in Jimin’s gaze. And if he’s not mistaken, Jimin seems pretty lost in Taehyung’s, too.
After alighting at Changsin, Jimin tucks his hand inside Taehyung’s elbow. The sweetness of the gesture has Taehyung worrying he’s going to melt into a puddle before he can even get them to his apartment. But his fears are unfounded and soon enough, he is closing his front door behind them and dissolving into Jimin’s arms.
Their first kiss is brief and a little shy. Jimin’s cheeks grow even rosier. His smile glints so brightly that Taehyung feels dizzy, needing to steady his back against the hallway.
“Can you do that again?” Jimin asks, a sly smile lifting the corners of his lips.
“I could do that forever,” Taehyung whispers in response.
He draws Jimin so close that their bodies are touching from chest to knees. Jimin goes willingly, a dreamy expression lighting up his face. Tilting Jimin’s chin upward with two fingers, Taehyung leans down and connects their lips with the perfect balance between sweetness and desire.
Sighing into the kiss, Jimin leans his full weight on Taehyung, pressing him against the wall. He is the first to deepen it, moving from soft presses of lips to hot, open-mouthed hunger. As Jimin’s tongue pushes past his lips, smooth, wet and delectable, Taehyung cannot help the physical impulse that has his hands smoothing down Jimin’s back and coming to rest on the voluptuous curve of his buttocks. Jimin squeaks, sucking on his tongue in surprise.
“Is this OK?” Taehyung asks, finally managing to pull away.
“Kiss me more,” Jimin growls. He swivels his hips sinuously against Taehyung’s, showing him just how affected he is.
“Oh,” Taehyung utters, smirking. “Should we take this to the bedroom, then?”
Jimin’s response is wordless. He grabs Taehyung by the hand and practically drags him to the bedroom. Once inside, he gives Taehyung’s shoulders a gentle push so that he ends up sitting on the bed.
“Wow,” Taehyung laughs, incredulous. “How’d you know where my bedroom was?”
Jimin blanches. He falters for a moment, then recovers smoothly. “Just a lucky guess,” he confides. “Your apartment has a similar layout to mine. Now let’s get these jeans off you,” he adds, smiling dangerously.
Dazed, aroused and utterly blissed out, Taehyung can only sit and watch as Jimin removes his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and attempts to close his small hand around Taehyung’s bigger-than-average manhood. Is this heaven? he wonders, as Jimin gazes up at him adoringly before taking the tip of Taehyung’s cock between his perfect lips.
Oh, the heat and suction of that mouth… Taehyung’s eyes dart heavenward as Jimin relaxes his jaw to take him more fully. Perhaps Jimin’s mouth is a better match for Taehyung size-wise than his hands had been? In any case, Jimin gives it his all, sucking and slurping and bobbing his head in a way that quickly has Taehyung panting out loud in sheer bliss. Fire licks at the pit of his stomach. And the flames only grow more intense as he gazes down at the vision between his legs. Jimin is ethereal. Even with a mouth full of cock and drool leaking from the corners of his mouth and right down his chin.
Taehyung is spellbound.
And then Jimin is pulling off Taehyung’s cock with a wet pop, his eyes pleading for something.
“Taehyung,” he begs, seeming to have difficulty using his words. He grabs Taehyung’s hand and moves it to his hair. “Pull?”
Stomach jolting, Taehyung tangles his fingers in the glossy blonde strands and tugs as Jimin goes back down. The moan Jimin emits vibrates deliciously around his cock and Taehyung realises he’s getting close.
“Jimin,” he rasps, more air than voice. “Fuck, Jimin.”
Dragging his lips all the way up Taehyung’s shaft, Jimin focuses intently on suckling the head. He hears Taehyung’s moans become more restless, feels his hair being tugged more sharply and tastes the salt of precum on his tongue. At the very last moment, Jimin opens his mouth wide and rests the tip on his bottom lip, flicking the slit relentlessly with his tongue while gazing up at Taehyung wide-eyed.
“Ohfuckfuckfuck,” Taehyung groans as he comes violently all over Jimin’s lips and tongue. His hips buck and he folds in on himself as Jimin continues to lavish his jerking cock with kittenish licks.
The last aftershocks of Taehyung’s orgasm have long since petered out, the mess thoroughly cleaned by his seeking tongue. And yet, Jimin doesn’t stop licking.
“Jimin?” Taehyung queries once he is able to speak again. He runs a gentle hand through Jimin’s hair.
“Wanna keep tasting you,” Jimin breathes, his tongue now trailing spirals around Taehyung’s cock from base to tip.
Taehyung’s stomach gives a heavy lurch as he realises he’s growing hard again. “You don’t have to do this,” he murmurs. “What about you? What do you need?”
“I need to keep doing this,” Jimin replies, focused on the job at hand.
Taehyung can’t help but laugh. How did he get this lucky?
“Hey,” he begins, gently, “why don’t you come up on the bed so I can make you feel good while you do that?”
Jimin pauses for a moment and blinks. He glances down at his sharply tented jeans. “Oh. Yeah. That would be nice,” he agrees. He stands and shimmies his way out of his jeans and underwear.
Taehyung slides back on to the bed, his back resting against the headboard. Jimin climbs on and carefully arranges himself at right angles before bending to take Taehyung in his mouth again. This provides Taehyung with the most delectable view of Jimin’s ass… He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed before. Fat, round, with just the right amount of jiggle… Taehyung can’t help but think how much he’d like to smack it.
Maybe later. Right now, he’s busy.
In this position, Taehyung’s fist easily closes around Jimin’s thick, breathtakingly pretty cock. Jimin mewls, his hips rocking instinctively into Taehyung’s hand. As his pleasure rises and rises, Jimin’s tongue becomes ever more busy and soon Taehyung feels himself on the brink of a second orgasm. When thick stripes of warm white begin to fall over his hand, accompanied by high-pitched moans, Taehyung lets go, thick, overwhelming waves of pleasure mingling with Jimin’s in a way that feels almost spiritual.
After swallowing every last drop of release, Jimin finally allows Taehyung’s cock to fall from his mouth and rests his head gently on Taehyung’s stomach. It is at that moment that Taehyung realises they both still have their shirts on. With a fond laugh, he strokes Jimin’s hair as their breathing slowly begins to return to normal.
“You OK?” Taehyung murmurs when Jimin still hasn’t moved a muscle after some minutes have passed.
“Way better than OK,” Jimin responds, bursting into a giggle that seems to fill the room with sunlight.
“Stay here, I’ll go get a warm cloth to clean us up,” Taehyung informs him, carefully sliding out from underneath Jimin’s head so as not to jostle him too much.
“ ‘Kay,” Jimin replies sleepily.
Taehyung is waiting for the water in the bathroom tap to become warm when he hears a panicked, “Taehyung?”
“Yeah?” he calls back lightly.
“Uh. I’ve gotta go. Right now. I’ll let myself out,” Jimin is saying, a slightly hysterical note in his voice.
What on earth? Taehyung thinks. He drops the cloth and rushes back into his bedroom but by the time he reaches it, Jimin is already gone. Taehyung is just about to tear off down the hallway when he hears the front door slam closed.
“I guess he’s gone, then,” Taehyung says flatly.
Disappointment almost knocks him off his feet, a dark, heavy wave that threatens to subsume him.
It wasn’t as if Taehyung had really expected anything else from Jimin but a one night stand. Even though their connection had felt different... They’d promised each other nothing, and nothing was all he could count on. Still, the fact that Jimin had left without so much as a goodbye had Taehyung feeling like a hollowed-out log.
For lack of something else to do, Taehyung showers. Well, mostly he stares at the wall as he allows the hot water to cleanse him. Freshly washed and towel-dried, Taehyung wanders dazedly into his bedroom. The endorphins from two spectacular orgasms are still dancing around his body.
Even though the provider of said orgasms has disappeared without a trace.
Idly, Taehyung wonders where Chimmy is.
As if by magic, he hears little feet running toward the bedroom and a questioning chirrup as Chimmy’s head pokes through the slightly open door.
“Chim-chim!” Taehyung exclaims, his heart filling with comfort as the cat pushes his way through the door and begins circling Taehyung’s legs, purring all the while.
Chimmy jumps up on to the bed, fixing Taehyung with his steely blue eyes. It feels as though the cat is asking Taehyung what on earth he’s waiting for. Laughing under his breath, Taehyung climbs into bed, lifting the covers so that Chimmy can scoot under. After circling several times, Chimmy deems one spot the right place and curls up, leaving his head outside the covers so he can gaze lovingly at Taehyung.
“Guess it’s just you and me, Chim,” Taehyung says sombrely.
Slowly, his thoughts of Jimin fade away and Taehyung’s eyes fall closed. Softly, gently, he is lulled into slumber by the warmth and soft purrs of his feline companion.