Your Lover's Hair

8. february sixth

A knocking on our front door woke both me and Jimin from our sleep. I ended up sleeping in his room that night, and I insisted that I would go check it out. I looked through the peephole, and it was none other than a tear-stained Min Yoongi.

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked, faking like I didn't recognize him.

"Yeah," he sniffled, "Is Jimin home? Can I come inside?"

"I guess so," I replied as he stormed in and sat at our kitchen table. I joined him. There was a lovey post-it note from him to me stuck the the table, and I crumbled it up before he noticed.
"Jimin's asleep," I added.

"Sorry I came by so suddenly," Yoongi apologized.

"Yeah," I said halfheartedly, "What brought you here?"

"Hoseok was a mistake," Yoongi cried, "I miss Jimin, so much. I'm gonna bring him home."

My ears went red.

"Well, I can take the message for him if you want," I said, quietly sizing him up, "But, he had a pretty long night, and I'm sure he's too tired to function."

"Where's his room?" Yoongi asked aggressively, standing up with a demeanor that I expected to be taller than me (he wasn't).

"Leave your number, and I'll have him call you," I said, trying to stay calm.

"Let me talk to my boyfriend!" he shouted as I heard Jimin stir in his room, "Where is he? Who do you think you are?"

"Shut up!" I demanded, "He's sleeping—and he's not your boyfriend."

"I don't know what you think you mean to him, but I want you to know that he'd leave you for me in a second!" Yoongi yelled.

"You'd be surprised," a voice echoed from the end of the hall. It was Jimin, and he was storming up to us.
"Go home, Yoongi!" Jimin shouted in his face, "You made up your mind with me when you kicked me out and brought a new guy into my party. Get. Out."

"You're coming home," Yoongi said, grabbing his arm, "Whether you want to or not."

"I have a new boyfriend, Yoongi," Jimin said, snapping his arm back and shoving Yoongi towards the door, "So leave. He's taller than you, and stronger than you, and he cares about me more than you ever have. And if you lay a finger on him I swear to god—"

With that, before he could say anything else stupid, I grabbed him and kissed him. Right in front of Yoongi. Sure, that was more idiotic than anything Jimin would have said, but, it sure made Yoongi leave.

"Get out. Leave him alone," I demanded.

And Yoongi left. And that was the toughest thing I'd ever done.

♂

February 6th

Dearest,
Sure, I never expected our first kiss to be that melodramatic—but we definitely got our point across to Yoongi. And no, Jimin is not really my boyfriend. It was a spur of the moment excuse (that happened to be extremely believable). He kissed me again, after we saw that Yoongi was out of our building. It felt so casual to kiss him. I'd do it again, if he'd let me—which I'm almost sure he would. I need to get better at kissing first. Is there such thing as a kissing exercise? Or will I need a trainer? There are the things I wonder about.

Yours, Taehyung.