The Luna

Hungry for Ramen & Hungry For You

Jimin held his mother as she lay unconscious on the floor. He looked around, completely flabbergasted. Well, what does he do now? He didn't have to wait long however, as an angel sent from heaven began knocking on his door. Jimin quickly tugged a beanie down over his hair before answering. Taehyung stood before him, all clad in black and his school bag hanging off one shoulder.

"Jimin! Are you okay? I heard you went home sick.. so I did the same," he cracked up laughing.

Taehyung gave Jimin a full body scan, looking for any signs of illness.

"Tae... You shouldn't have left. I'm fine, really."

"Then why are you burning up, Jiminie?"

Taehyung felt Jimin's forehead with the back of his hand. Jimin slapped his hand away.

"Ugh... Tae, I'm fine."

"Come on, let me in, I got to look after you."

Jimin's efforts to keep Taehyung from coming in proved futile. He pushed past the smaller boy with little to no effort. Suddenly remembering his mother passed out in the hallway, Jimin ran in front of Taehyung and pushed him towards the kitchen.

"Well if you are going to stay, you may as well cook for me."

Taehyung lightly laughed and held Jimin's hands in his.

"You know I can't cook, angel.... Fine, I'll try for you."

Jimin shivered at the nickname. He almost whined when Taehyung's large hands let go of his.

'Get a grip, Jimin, seriously,' he thought to himself.

As Taehyung cooked the ramen and Jimin sat at the kitchen table, his mother, now conscious, cracked open the door and shuffled into the room, her brow furrowed. Jimin sat bolt upright and gave her a look as if to say 'don't you dare say a word I swear, Eomma.' Upon noticing Taehyung, Jimin's mother's mouth fell open. She was desperate to speak to her son, but knew she had no choice but to wait until she could get him alone. She shuffled back out and disappeared into her room.

Jimin watched his best friend as he cooked. His gaze fell on Taehyung's broad shoulders. His t-shirt was pulled taut across his body. His biceps - which he really didn't have until recently - flexed as he cooked. Jimin's gaze fell down, down.. Taehyung's legs were so long. Jimin snapped his eyes back up. Where were these thoughts coming from? Taehyung turned around, bowls of ramen in hand. He gave his patient a crooked smile.

"Eat up, pretty."

Jimin blushed.

"Don't call me that," he mumbled.

The two dove into their ramen without hesitation.

"Damn Jimin, I haven't seen you eat so much in weeks."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're right... I'm so hungry, Tae."

Taehyung gave him a worried look.

"It's probably cause you're sick.. Get into bed and I'll bring some snacks."

Jimin felt weak as he raised himself from his chair and made his way to bed. He had basically forgotten that his mother now knew he was the Luna. Even he forgot he was the Luna as he crashed into bed.

"Jimin, let me pull the covers over you."

"No.. It's too hot.." Jimin whined.

"Take off your hat then, silly. I don't get why you're wearing it in the first place." Taehyung kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed beside Jimin.

Even though sweat was gathering on Jimin's forehead, he tugged the hat down further.

"No, no - It's okay," he said sharply.

Taehyung scoffed and sat back on his heels.

"It's obviously not okay, angel? You've got a really bad fever."

He reached out to try and take off Jimin's hat. Panic shot through Jimin's body. He wriggled away from Taehyung, kicking at him with his feet. He felt so tired and groggy, like he'd been drugged. Why was his heart racing? Taehyung began laughing and teasing Jimin, swiping at him, trying to get his hat. He gripped Jimin's ankles in each hand, causing Jimin to take a sharp intake of breath. Jimin had reached the edge of the bed and had nowhere else to go. He breathed heavily. Was it because his secret was about to be revealed? Or was it because his strong and incredibly handsome best friend was kneeling between his legs? Taehyung let go of his ankles and leaned down over Jimin, his breath fanning over his disheveled friend's face. Taehyung took this moment to appreciate Jimin's beauty. His friend was truly a beautiful man with his crescent moon eyes and plump lips - wait what was Taehyung thinking?

Jimin couldn't think straight as his friend leaned over him. He felt as though someone had set him on fire. He absentmindedly pressed his bent knees into Taehyung's body. Taehyung faltered. Jimin was acting...weird. Suddenly, Taehyung broke the tension by whipping Jimin's hat off his head. He laughed loudly and threw the hat across the room.

"Ah-hah! I got you."

Taehyung froze.

"Jimin, why is your hair white?" Taehyung scurried off of Jimin's body. "Did you dye it, dude? You know that's kind of frowned upon, you know, cause its the Luna colour. Is that why you hid it?" Taehyung talked nervously as Jimin laid there, paralyzed in fear.

Jimin sat up and let the tears fall.

"I didn't dye it... I - I don't know what to do, Tae," he choked out.

Taehyung held the terrified boy in his arms until his shuddering cries stopped.