Your Lover's Hair

3. december twenty-sixth

December 26th

Dearest,
He is home from celebrating the holidays with his family. He only left for a few days, but strangely, it felt like an eternity. I never left the apartment, but if Jimin asks, I'll just tell him I went to mom and dad's. He's been talking about wanting to throw a New Years Eve party. He asked my permission, and I said yes—although I hate parties, and I hate strangers, and I hate noise. I figured just this once would be fine. It's odd that I can't say 'no' to him. He speaks so compellingly, and with so much conviction. Jimin is an awfully persuasive guy, and I'm clearly a lot less stubborn than I thought.
I've also started doing that thing I do... You know, when I fancy someone. But now I'm doing it to Jimin: noticing oddly specific quirks—like the way he puts the smallest of his small fingers into his tea to check if it's too hot to drink. It always is too hot, and when he snaps his hand out, droplets of hibiscus fly onto my face. It's charming, but I don't sit across from him at breakfast anymore.

Yours, Taehyung.

♂

"I'm home!" I heard Jimin shout through my headphones.

"I'm playing video games!" I shouted back as I heard Jimin chuckle from much closer behind me.

"I got you a Christmas present," he said smoothly, lifting my left headphone away from my ear, and then snapping it back quickly as I winced.
"It's on the table!" he began to yell again.

"Great minds think alike," I said back, as he picked up a second controller, and situated himself on the opposite side of the couch, "Your gift is in your bedroom."

"Oo!" Jimin squealed as he took off running down the hall, and I chased after him. He opened his bedroom door, and an, "Awe!" escaped his throat so quickly that it seemed involuntary.
"My gift to you is SHIT now!" Jimin screamed as he ran to the foot of his bed, and picked up the kitten curled atop it.

"When you get drunk you rant about Yoongi never letting you get a cat. I figured that you probably wanted one," I shrugged, putting a hand on the back of my neck and blushing.

"I will name him Kiwi, and Kiwi will be my best friend," Jimin said smugly, as he laid on the bed beside his new orange companion, "Thank you, Taehyung," he smiled, "This is so thoughtful."

"No problem," I chuckled shyly, "I'm gonna get mine off of the table and open it in here, if it's alright."

"You're welcome to," Jimin insisted as I left his room and returned just moments later with a bag on my arm.

"It's heavy," I noted as I took out the mountain of tissue paper and threw it onto his bed. The cat pounced onto it, causing Jimin to squeal.

"I hope you like it as much as I like mine," Jimin smiled, "I could kiss you for this!"

"What?" I asked subconsciously.

"Oh, nothing."

"I do love them," I exclaimed, pulling a pair of Doc Martens out of the bag and shouting, "You're crazy! These are so expensive, Jimin! I can't take these!"

"Well you have to! I can't return them now!"

"I mean, I totally am keeping them, but how did you know?"

"Whenever that guy Namjoon is over, he roasts the shit out of your shoes, and then you start talking about how you're saving for Docs. So, I cut out the middle part—and now you have Docs!"

"Thank you so much," I smiled, looking at the shoes and then Jimin, who had the kitten lying on his chest, "This is amazing."

"Amazing people deserve amazing gifts," he said suavely, as I rushed out of the room blushing like a madman.