Vmin {Oneshot}

Puppy Love

🐶💋🐱

Taehyung rounds the corner of the dimly lit hallway, body moving on muscle memory alone as he takes a few steps towards the door and reaches out to grab the doorknob. he rushes into the dark room without hesitation, blindingly trekking across the floor until his knees bump into the bed on the far wall.

Clumsy limbs shake the bed as he crawls under the thick blankets and across the soft surface until his hands land on a warm mass.

He dives in, face maneuvering into the crook of Jimin’s neck until his nose presses into the hot flesh. His mouth falls open as he takes long, deep breaths through his nose, lungs breathing in nothing but his scent.

Bitter, rotten, faintly sweet.

“Hmm?” Jimin makes a humming sound in his throat and nuzzles into Taehyung’s fluffy hair, pushing him further into his neck. “T-tae?”

“s’me,” Taehyung mumbles, voice deep. he settles himself over Jimin’s incredibly warm body, hand gripping his hip tightly as he continues nuzzling against the column of his neck. “You okay? missed you today.”

“Don’t feel good,” Jimin says quietly. his voice sounds hoarse and raspy.

“I know, your mom told me you were feeling bad. What’s wrong?” Taehyung asks, remembering how one of their coworkers at the country club recently came down with a stomach bug.

“H-hot,” Jimin says with a groan. He reaches up and grabs the blanket before tossing it off of them in one swift motion. “Head hurts, tired, body aches. just feel like shit.”

“M’sorry,” Taehyung says softly, slipping his hand under the hem of Jimin’s shirt to caress the warm skin over his hip. He notices how Jimin sharply inhales at his touch, a sense of satisfaction rising inside of him. “Wish i could make it better. You want me to get off of you? You’re already burning up.”

“Stay,” Jimin replies. “B-but i don’t want you to get sick too.”

“You know i don’t care about that. No getting rid of me, m’staying with you all weekend to take care of you.” Taehyung says, already thinking of all the things he needs to do instead of laying here lazily. He won’t leave Jimin yet, something deep inside of him too uneasy at the state of his best friend to let him out of his sight.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums. He swipes his thumb across the smooth skin on Jimin’s stomach, lips brushing against his neck when he talks. “Your mom asked me to stay over since you were adamant about them going on their trip. Didn’t want you to be alone for so long. always such a sweet, little kitty.”

“Anniversary, how could i make them stay home? M’fine.” Jimin mumbles. “Probably gonna sleep the whole time anyway.”

“It’s okay, you just rest and i’ll take care of you.”

Jimin reaches down and grabs Taehyung’s hand on his hip, bringing it up to his head until it rests next to the small, triangular ear popping out from his hair. He doesn’t say anything, no need for words when Taehyung knows exactly what he wants.

He tangles his fingers in Jimin’s blond hair, thumb gently stroking the orange fur. He listens patiently for his favorite sound to fill the air, but it never does. Taehyung bristles at that, stomach turning.

“Anything i can do to help you feel better? You want me to heat up the soup your mom made? I can run you a bath or something. Whatever you want, just let me know. okay?” Taehyung says quickly, mind growing desperate to fix the problem and get his Jimin back to normal.