THE DAWN - VMIN ONE SHOTS

YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME 2

Their relationship transcended in the years that came after, so much that nobody batted an eye if they were to find Taehyung and Jimin in compromising positions. It's a common occurrence to see Jimin on Taehyung's lap or the latter spanking the other's ass in the public. Taehyung was often caught whispering dirty jokes in Jimin's ear, the younger male's long fingers dancing teasingly slowly along the shorter male's curves, in a way that's too soft and tender to be passed off as meaningless touches.

Taehyung was the wildest, the brightest between the two. A little too loud. A lad with loads of energy that's positively contagious. Jimin can be seen grabbing the tall male by the hair when Taehyung's enthusiasm becomes a little too much for him to control. Taehyung settles down instantly, never the one to disregard the older, blonde male. But Jimin was seen feeding Taehyung the first bite of his food, cutely rubbing the brunette's head, his eyes sparkling with an affection that's not always hard to miss.

There are years worth of unresolved tension between them. If only they'd act on it.

The dormitory is dimly lit, soft light spilling through the curtains. Jimin lies curled on his side, sleeping peacefully and Taehyung is next to him, arms tightly wrapped around Jimin’s waist, his face nestled against Jimin’s stomach under his loose sleep shirt. Deeply asleep, both of their breaths were slow and steady, their chest rising and falling down in tandem.

The door creaks open slightly, and Hoseok peeks in, his eyebrows rising as it falls on the two snoozing in the middle of Jimin's bed, a faint smile tugging at his lips before he clears his throat to call out the two men. Of course, he doesn't have to go searching for Taehyung. Of course, he should have expected Taehyung with Jimin. They are a package deal, after all.

"Jimin-ah, wake up", He began, stepping closer to the foot of Jimin's bed. Jimin's eyelashes flutter and Hoseok could see a small lump moving inside Jimin's shirt, "There’s something urgent", he shakes his dongsaeng's leg for good measure.

Jimin stirs slightly, groaning, as Taehyung’s arms tighten around his waist. Taehyung groggily lifts his head from under Jimin's shirt, his disheveled hair sticking out in every direction, eyes half-closed as he blinks at Hoseok.

"What time is it?", Taehyung asks on behalf of Jimin, who was gently rubbing the back of the taller male's head, as if silently urging Taehyung to go back to sleep.

"Not time for cuddles, apparently-", Hoseok answers to Jimin, trying to shake Taehyung away from Jimin to no avail (the brat does have an iron grip, not surprising), "Come on, Mr. Shin wants to see you", he kicks Taehyung's leg, but he is one unbothered motherfucker.

Jimin sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes as Taehyung’s arms slip away reluctantly. Taehyung flops back onto the mattress with a huff, watching Jimin with bleary eyes. The look inside Taehyung's eyes let Hoseok know what he wanted to know. Taehyung doesn't want Jimin to leave. No matter how urgent the matter is. It's never enough for these two idiots.

"I’ll be there, Hyung, just give me a minute", Jimin yawns out the reply, sleepily patting Taehyung's tummy.

"You better, or I’m dragging you out in your pajamas", Hoseok teases because Jimin was still unsuccessful in forcing his eyelids open.

Hoseok shakes his head with a chuckle and steps out, closing the door behind him. Jimin exhales, ready to get up, but Taehyung tugs at his wrist. This has him turn around to peer at Taehyung's messy hair, sleepy soft face that has the most gentle shade of pink. An endearing sight.