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12:48 a.m.

[ THIRTEEN ]

TEAHYVNG + PRKJMN ...

      AS SOON as taehyung's deep, husky voice effortlessly entered jimin's heated ears, he felt as if he had just heard the voice of an angel. it was gorgeous; jimin could indisputably tell that taehyung was becoming sheepish, but that aspect only added on and made his voice sound even more irresistible—if possible.

jimin became slightly self-conscious, as the distinguishing range of their voices were near opposites. he often thought of his own voice as childish and immature, and hearing taehyung's envying voice just solidified his opinion.

"h-hey," he stammers. all he wants to do is shove his accumulated sweaty palms into his face to shield himself from his imminent embarrassment. a sudden low, soft chuckle echoes from the other end, intervening with jimin's sulking, forcing him to refocus his attention to the other male.

"you're so cute."

jimin, undoubtedly, has a deep, crimson red heavily dusting his puffy cheeks. he was beyond grateful that his bedroom was practically pitch black—the only light source that brightened his room just barely was a small, pleasant scented candle.

"u-um, thanks," he responds, though the detectable, unwanted cracking in his overwhelmed voice gave away his largely flattered state. taehyung only lets out another chortle. jimin's pillow was appearing rather inviting for him to scream in.

"so," the other begins, starling jimin a bit. "tell me a story." as the demanding words leave taehyung's mouth, jimin arcs an eyebrow evidentially.

"what?" his oblivious reply is laced with genuine confusion, as it pours out of jimin's mouth absentmindedly.

"i didn't stutter. tell me a story—it can be anything."

"why would you want to hear a story from me?"

taehyung gives an exasperated sigh. "i just—i want to listen to your voice," he admits. jimin remains unmoving, unexpectedly dumbfounded by the insignificant confession—though it was a heavy burden for the other.

his mouth is ajar, but free from words. he's urging himself to respectively thank taehyung, but he's too shocked by the blatant compliment blanketing over the sincere words. sooner or later, the anticipating words escape his mouth decisively.

"you get embarrassed quite easily, don't you?" still unable to function his mouth willingly, jimin only emits a satisfied 'mm' sound knowingly.

"okay, i'll tell you a story instead." jimin exhales a large, relieved breath he didn't even regard he'd been holding. gently placing his head into the center of his small palms, he listens attentively to taehyung's tranquil voice, discarding the information of the story.