Vmin Oneshots [A03 Collection] ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

To be young and in New York City✅

By: @whatthegguk

Taehyung held Jimin's hand in his, squeezing it gently. It was a luxury he didn't often get. He breathed in a deep breath of the fresh April air, looking up into the dark evening sky and counting the stars above him. Even in the centre of the city, the constellations were still visible, and Taehyung thought they were so beautiful. But not as beautiful as Jimin.

Jimin turned quickly to smile at Taehyung, the smile that damn near broke his heart, as he pointed to the sky, to their constellation. A few weeks ago when it had been a particularly clear night, Jimin had pointed out a string of stars that seemed to map out an infinity sign, and he'd told Taehyung it would be their star, to remind them that no matter where they were in the world they'd be thinking of each other always. Taehyung had had a few sleepless nights thinking about that and what Jimin had really meant when he said that he was his infinity but, honestly, Jimin didn't know nor did he need to right now.

By the time Taehyung had returned from his thoughts, a chilly wind had picked up, blowing open Jimin's unzipped jacket. He seemed to grip Taehyung’s hand a little tighter at that which sent Taehyung’s heart knocking rapidly against his chest. They weren't really supposed to be doing this. They were friends, just friends. But there’s always been some sort of unspoken understanding between them.

Taehyung sighed, letting out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, and he watched as it formed a small cloud in front of him. Jimin turned to him and smiled. He breathed out, copying Taehyung’s action exactly, and formed a similar cloud of breath. His eyes were bright with wonder, sparkling even as he watched it disappear. Taehyung found that it never got old; watching Jimin's eyes light up, just like they had when he'd bought them matching hoodies for his birthday. That had been a good day; they’d both got incredibly tipsy and ended up collapsing next to each other on Jimin's sofa. Their faces had been so close, he'd been so sure Jimin was going to kiss him, and he’d been damn near confessing, but instead he'd ended up just watching Jimin until his sleepy eyes finally shut.

Somehow they'd found themselves together again in New York City tonight. The two had caught each other after a lecture and walked to the little coffee place on the edge of campus. Taehyung had asked Jimin what he wanted as if he didn't know his order off by heart, and paid for them both as if they were on a proper date.

Somehow the night had ran away with them. They'd stayed in the coffee place just talking and laughing and catching up until they'd been kicked out by the barista needing to close up, and then they were off again, walking and laughing and taking in the city like it was their first time again. They'd both been in the city a fair few months now, being freshmen, but New York almost seemed like their second home already. They made it feel like home.

Then, Jimin had taken Taehyung to this museum he'd found and loved and he spent hours talking him through his interpretation of each art piece. And Taehyung had listened to it all, wanting to tell Jimin so badly that he thought he was the prettiest piece of art in there.

Truth was, he was no near as courageous as he came off, he knew that no matter what he felt for Jimin, he'd never be able to express it. Because there was no way to explain the feelings, but also because Jimin was his first friend in New York, and he couldn't risk losing that.

Jimin did admittedly make it much harder for him though- he was so hard to read at times, from the way he held Taehyung’s hand when they were alone, the way he fell asleep next to him, cuddled into his chest, the way he sometimes smiled at Taehyung liked he'd hung the stars in the sky. At times Taehyung clung onto the vague hope that Jimin may reciprocate his feelings even on the most minor scale. And honestly, he wasn't really sure how much longer he'd be able to hide it.

"Taehyung?" Jimin's soft voice interrupted his thoughts. He was looking at him with some sort of expectant look in his eyes, but honestly Taehyung hadn't heard anything he'd said, he’d been too caught up in his own mind. Even so, Taehyung drew in a breath and smiled a shaky "Yes?" His hands were shaking even though they were still clasped in Jimin’s. He always felt so exhilaratingly on edge when he and Jimin were alone.

"Look,” Jimin whispered, his own voice thin, cautious, nervous even as he pointed to something above them.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered away from the beautiful boy’s face momentarily to follow his fingers and they were met with the most beautiful pastel pink archway. It had pink flowers growing and intertwining and budding all up its sides and the tiniest butterflies hovering over it. Taehyung knew it immediately- it was their archway. It was the one they’d met at a year ago or so earlier. The one that Jimin had so fittingly named Kim Archway because he said it ‘reminded him of Taehyung’- a speckle of pure beauty in an overcrowded city, he’d said. Taehyung had held that memory tightly to his chest every night.

"I brought you here because it's special. To me at least.” Jimin said and Taehyung swallowed. He was sure his heart had never beat this fast before. Jimin’s face was unreadable but his eyes had clearly started to tear at the corners. Taehyung could feel his own eyes start to well. Surely this wasn’t what he thought it was?

Jimin's eyes flickered to his feet and he visibly took in a deep breath to steady himself. He shook his head, muttering to himself before he finally looked up again, making eye contact directly with Taehyung. He swallowed, his fingers reaching out to fiddle with the sleeve of Taehyung's shirt. It was a nervous tick that Taehyung had come to love. Jimin always looked so vulnerable like this, and it was at this moment that Taehyung was suddenly so sure what he wanted "Taehyung.. I need to tell you-"

But Taehyung’s lips were already on Jimin's and his arms around Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s hand -which had been fiddling with Taehyung’s sleeve- dropped to his side, and for a moment he stood completely still, shocked, before he started to move his lips with Taehyung’s. And it was incredible. It was everything he’d imagine and more. Taehyung moved one of his hands from Jimin’s neck to his cheek to cup it tenderly, his thumb stroking soft lines against his skin as their lips fit together again.

The two stood underneath their archway for seconds, minutes, eyes tightly shut, before Taehyung gently began to pull away just enough for him to be able to speak. “I feel it too.” He whispered, nodding, his eyes doing most of the work as his hand moved to gently push a damp piece of stray hair out of Jimin’s eyes. Jimin bit his lip to hide his wide smile but Taehyung shook his head, pulling his bottom lip out from the grip of his teeth to allow him to gently stroke circles by the corner of his mouth. Their faces were so impossibly close, closer than they’d ever been before. Taehyung closed his eyes and looked away just for a moment, finding it almost funny how blind and tormented they’d both been.

Their eyes met again, holding each other’s gaze for a good few seconds, and then Jimin’s lips were on Taehyung’s again, as if they couldn’t bear to part for more than a few seconds. This time Taehyung could feel Jimin’s smile through their deepened kiss, and he too laughed into it, threading his hands into Jimin’s light brown hair. Their noses bumped gently a few times, nuzzling into the other.

This time it was Jimin who pulled away slightly, his hand slipping around Taehyung’s waist and into his back pocket “God, we’re in public, control yourself.” He whispered in an attempt to tease him through his shy laughs, and his forehead fell against Taehyung's shoulder to hide his flushed face. Taehyung didn’t think he’d ever felt this euphoric.

“So this is going to be a common occurrence?” Taehyung breathed out, hopeful, his hands stroking Jimin’s hair and his eyes scanning Jimin’s face for some sign of regret or hesitation.

Jimin just smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to Taehyung’s lips, then to his nose and to his cheek “Depends what you mean by common. If you mean multiple times a day then I’d say it’s a yes.”

And Taehyung just smiled and took Jimin’s hand in his again, squeezing it gently, this time satisfied with the knowledge that even though it hadn’t been said in so many words, he knew that Jimin was his, and he was Jimin’s, and that would be enough for him.

Tc..