Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Taehyung's POV

I remember my school days very briefly: my jumps from the classroom to the practice room, then to homework and homework at midnight when my body couldn't take it anymore and I fell asleep on the desk full of dreams and average grades.

And I also remember a pair of hands that put a blanket over me every time my dreams threatened to interrupt my life; or that they smiled at me when I collapsed on the dance floor; or that they held me despite being just as lost as I am.

As always, by my side. As only a best friend can be.

Of course we were different, what's more, we are different: I was more reserved, more hungry for attention that I didn't get for myself; On the contrary, Jimin, with crescent-shaped eyes and an undeniable talent, attracted the attention of everyone and no one at the same time; differences in bearing, coping with life and earning the desire to get up every morning; but above all things there was what people call love.

Because I only loved one person, while he couldn't even love himself. However, he quickly learned to separate love from pleasure and soon began surreptitiously experimenting with women with ordinary fringes and charismatic hands, until he became the most experienced person I know, at least in those areas.

Maybe that's why, because of the confidence he had in me and why he told me everything, it's why I dared to ask him that afternoon when he had come to see Namjoon's recording and that he had stopped in the toilets what he felt kiss someone. "I can't believe you don't know." I blushed and looked at the floor. "Not even a little?" I shook my head and he looked at himself in the mirror. "Why now anyway?

"I just want to know...by when I, do it for real..." Jimin snorted laughing. 

"Well, it's not something easy to explain: it's something like, electric and soft, like... a kind of addiction;" He stopped to look me in the eye, I noticed how he looked at my lips and then again at my red cheeks. I don't know where I got the strength to keep my eyes at him. "Of course, it depends on who you do it with-"

"like?"

"It's just," he rubbed his eyes looking for an answer it "It's hard to explain..."

"Then, if it's so difficult..." I swallowed, convincing myself that I had to do it. "why don't you teach me?" Jimin widened his eyes and looked at me in shock, however he did not move away but reclined me on the sinks and breathed heavily. 

"Tae-"

"Don't think badly please. It's just that you're my best friend and... I don't know who else to ask..."

"You know I'm not-"

"I know, I just... I'm sorry, I don't even know what I'm doing..." I tried to leave but Jimin stopped me to look deep into my eyes.

"Tell me what exactly you want." I almost felt like my pupils dilated as my sweaty hands squeezed the edge of white marble.

"I-I guess I want you to kiss me."

Jimin kept his serious face as he told me: "Are you sure?"

"If it is the best way to learn...then yes." Jimin nodded and then with his right hand he took one of my legs and lifted it up next to him "Jimin, what-"

"Just relax." He seemed nervous as he spoke and that chilled me out a little, this might ne not only new for me but for him too.

Still, what the fuck are you doing?

I was going to say something but his left hand had already taken momentum and before saying anything else his lips had already met mine in a soft bloom of emotions.