THE DAWN - VMIN ONE SHOTS

PAINT ME 3

He grabbed jimin's hands to hold him down to prevent him from walking away like the million times his idiotic self let jimin slip right through his fingers. And the one thing that jimin managed to take with him all those times was taehyung's beating heart.

How can his heart not follow the only person to whom it belonged?

Jimin slumped down when taehyung caught his wrist, teeth biting into the flesh of his lips and taehyung can tell how much jimin was hurting. His fingers were itching to rub away all the traces of tears clinging to the rosy skin of the older's cheeks but taehyung felt helpless when jimin began sobbing, tears an endless river flowing down and wetting the bedding.

He was crying for this? He was crying all because he thought taehyung would never like him back?

Oh my sweet, naive jiminie, you've got no idea.

You've got no idea how much you mean to me.

When jimin tried to wriggle his hands free from his grip, taehyung softly asked him to look at him, eyes not leaving jimin's downturned face, flushed red and so so beautiful even if it wasn't the right time to mention such things.

He is beautiful and taehyung will never find enough words to describe the beauty his best friend is.

Jimin shook his head side to side, muttering a quite 'No, Please let me go tae', still refusing to open his eyes or look up at taehyung and the taller chastised himself for waiting this long and making jimin inadvertently feel uncertain about a love that was only his to begin with.

Taehyung never imagined he would love someone the way he loved jimin, as easy as breathing.

Exhaling a deep sigh, taehyung let go of jimin's wrists to take his face into his palms, the blonde's hands flying out to grab his wrist in return. Cradling his face gently, taehyung let his eyes roam across the pretty face he etched a million times to his art book, a face that carved a place of its own in his heart.

His love.

Jimin's eyes were still closed, wet lashes fanning across his cheeks that was displaying a pink hue.

'All of these tears for nothing' taehyung thought to himself.

Leaning forward, taehyung brushed his lips along the seam of jimin's closed eyelid, pressing the most delicate of kisses there. The smaller's breath hitched, hands growing tight around his wrist when he repeated the same with another gentle kiss to his other eye, lips brushing softly as if jimin was made of porcelain and one wrong move would leave him again to pick up the pieces.

Leaning back, he saw jimin's breath coming out as a pant, eyes still screwed shut, a few tears still managing to find a way of its own out of his beautiful eyes.

Taehyung caressed his face and begged, a shaky voice matching the slight trembling of his hands where they cupped jimin's face with the utmost care.

'Please, please look at me jiminah' and his request was rewarded, sparkling eyes fluttering open to peer into his.

Taehyung must have loved jimin in his past life too to feel this breath less from just their eyes locking together.

'What made you think I'll never want you the same way you want me jiminah'? he asked seeing the older's eyes widening in shock. Leaning his forehead to jimin's, taehyung closed his eyes, heart thundering but finally settling after years and years of (presumably) unrequited love.

'My silly, silly jiminie, you are also just too perfect for me that I couldn't help but fall in love with you', the confession lifting his heart to exemption, the most calm his heart's been in the past two years.