Vmin {Oneshot}

Everything ẅas Destined

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Taehyung has been best friends with Jimin's for so long but recently, he just can't stop thinking about bending him over the living room couch.

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Jimin's lips press right under his jaw, soft and gentle, but also distracting. He smells so good. He always does. But when they're cuddling like this, it's like his body naturally releases these delicious pheromones that leave Taehyung's mind a hazy mess. Touching Jimin will always be comforting and relaxing but there are also times when it gets blurred out with the need to touch and claim and feel.

He and Jimin have been best friends for so long. Taehyung doesn't often let his mind drift towards such a dangerous place but Jimin is really so... just too much. He's tried. After so many years of just seeing him as his best friend, it's a little hard to accept the fact that he's started feeling a different type of way. He's not sure when it happened but he figures it doesn't matter. Lately, he just can't stop thinking about it.

He wants to trail his hands all over Jimin's body, he wants to touch those spots that he shouldn't want to touch, and he wants to know what it would be like to be inside of him. The thought makes his heart spike up and he worries that it'll be obvious in his scent. Lusting over his best friend isn't something he should be doing.

"Taehyungie," Jimin murmurs, lips pressing to the spot right under his jaw.

Yeah, well. It doesn't really help that his best friend is like the visual representation of a God. All ethereal beauty and intimidating gaze. What he has in attitude (he's a feisty little omega), he doesn't have in height. He's just the right amount of small that his head fits under Taehyung's chin and Taehyung can settle his big hands on the small of his back and he doesn't doubt that if he were to slide them lower, his ass would―

"Are you having dirty thoughts?" He asks, then. Taehyung looks down to find him scrunching his nose. "You're stinking up the room," he adds.

Taehyung rolls his eyes and pinches Jimin's waist. Taehyung sometimes wishes Jimin didn't like cuddling so much. But he also wouldn't give it away for anything in the world. It's really, really dangerous. But Taehyung has always loved the high of danger.

"Maybe," he replies, looking back up at the ceiling.

"You're such a pain in the ass," Jimin mutters, hitting his chest playfully.

It doesn't seem to bother him, though. At least he doesn't say anything about it. He snuggles closer to Taehyung, hooking a leg over his thigh, his arm tightening over his chest. It's just that, there's always been this flirtiness to their relation―friendship. Friendship, Taehyung. It's always been there, they've always had fun with it. Jimin also loves danger. Taehyung wonders how far they'd both be willing to take it, if it would ruin things.

He doesn't want that. He loves his friendship with every fiber of his body. But he also really wants to bend Jimin over the living room sofa. God, he's thought about it a lot, specially during his ruts. He knows it all goes beyond lust and desire. He knows that feelings are involved. But it's easier to just focus everything on desire than to acknowledge what he feels and fear that it isn't reciprocated.

"Can you like, stop?" Jimin asks, groaning but pressing closer. His actions are such a contrast to his words. "I'm getting horny."

Taehyung's alpha likes that. His hand moves on it's own and drowns under Jimin's shirt, settling on his warm skin. Jimin hums, apparently delighted and he finally moves to actually cuddle the fuck out of Taehyung. He makes this tiniest sound and straddles his lap with his face still drowned in his neck. His nose brushes against his scent gland, fills his whole world with peach and warmth. He closes his eyes tight. It's not a good moment to have Jimin this close to him, this intimately placed over his body.