Jimin sat on the toilet, his pants up and his hands bouncing up and down on his knee that he shook from being nervous. He knew that if he done this in class, his fangs would pop up out of nowhere and that wouldn't be good at all.
He bottom lip bled as he bit on it, his hand pushing his hair back, a habit the girls swooned over. He mind flashed back to when he was in the classroom, and he picked at the black nail polish that was a contrast against his skin.
Kim Taehyung
He somehow always got Jimin to feel different. And he didn't know how to explain it, but it was like Taehyung held a rope that connected to Jimin's heart and Tae didn't even know it. His aloof behavior warmed Jimin's non existent soul, and whenever Taehyung invited Jimin to his house, he would run his tongue over his teeth, wishing he could have a taste of his blood that he know would be sweet and pure.
He looked at the time on his phone and seen he was already gone from class for 5 minutes, and he needed to get back. He flushed the toilet, despite him not using it, and went to the sink, washing his hands, and fixing the eyeliner that was a little smeared.
He had to look good for Taehyung.
Clearing his throat, he twisted the rings on his finger, and walked back to class, entering the room, seeing the teacher left them free time and hearing his best friend's voice.
"Jimin, can you come over today? I got a new game and I thought we could play it." Taehyung's box smile lit up Jimin's sad and lonely world.
"If you want me to. But that means we also have to do homework, knowing you won't do it." Jimin said knowingly, and Taehyung laughed.
How lovely that sound is.
"Fine, fine. But then you owe me your weekend."
"Fine." Jimin ran his hand through his red hair again, hearing the girls whisper.
"Walk home with me?" Taehyung asked.
"Of course." Jimin smiled, and Taehyung stared at his lips.
Taehyung would never admit it, well, maybe he would, but he wished Jimin would let him give his a kiss, in a non homo way. Is that no homo? He pondered the question as he grabbed his backpack, leaving their last class of the day. He stared at Jimin as they walked, wondering if he said "Hey Jimin, no homo, but can I kiss your lips?" He laughed at himself. Who says that?
Jimin blushed lightly when he noticed how long Taehyung was staring at him. His side pressed into Taehyung's, his hands brushing against his. Taehyung took it as Jimin wanted to hold his hand, so he intertwined their fingers, pulling Jimin out of the front door. This made Jimin even more heated. He kept his mouth closed as he tried to calm himself down, his fangs threatening to peak out.
"You wanna stop by the store? We could get snacks and drinks." Taehyung asked and Jimin shook his head, thinking it would give him time so he could stop his fangs from popping out and losing the boy he needed.
"Let's go then!" Taehyung smiled, squeezing Jimin's hand tighter. He really wasn't helping the situation.
"I'll get drinks." Jimin pushed out, and Tae nodded letting go of his hand.
Jimin walked to the aisle with drinks and breathed slowly, pinching his wrist. His fangs slowly faded and then vanished, and he sighed with relief, his hand on his chest.
He turned and grabbed several drinks, seeing as he now had to spend the weekend with Tae, which he was an idiot to agree to, so he knew he was gonna be there long. He walked and found the snack aisle, seeing Taehyung so intent on picking out a good snack.
"Well Jimin likes chocolate. Chocolates good." He mumbled to himself and Jimin softly giggled, his hand touching Taehyung's shoulder.
"Whatever you pick will be fine TaeTae." Jimin said, smiling wide and Taehyung decided he liked when only it was him and Jimin.
Because when Jimin was around others, he played a character. A cold, dark, flirtatious character. But now, he was soft, flustered and loving just like how Taehyung liked it. No, not liked it. Loved it.
They picked our their snacks, Jimin feeling hungry but not for chocolate. His eyes trailed to Taehyung's neck, and he could hear Taehyung's soft heartbeat, making a light beat that Jimin nodded his head to.
Taehyung noticed his little quirks. The way every now and then Jimin would bite his lip hard enough to bleed but he never winced. How Jimin would stare at his neck, then would start bobbing his head. Or the way Jimin would disappear for a few hours and then be back.
They made it to Tae's house, which wasn't far from Jimin's. They had been friends since the age of 6. Taehyung remembered one time where he got a paper cut and Jimin sucked on his finger, telling him that his mom said saliva fixes wounds. Jimin always helped Taehyung, so it was hard to leave his side. They were polar opposites but extremely loyal to each other.
Tae said hello to his mother who smiled and rushed out the door, saying she would be at the hotel with his father.
That's why he invited me over.
Taehyung was always a sneaky kid, but he was good at it. And they were always harmless things. Jimin sat on the couch, laying his head back and feeling a thirst that needed to be quenched.
"TaeTae, I gotta go to my house to get my clothes. Do you mind waiting for me?" Jimin asked as he stood up.
"Can't I come with you?" Taehyung asked as he dropped their bags off in the kitchen.
"No, it's okay. I'll be back soon." Jimin flicked Taehyung's forehead, walking out, leaving his bag to Taehyung knew he would be back.
Tae sighed and sat on the counter like a puppy, waiting for it's owner to come back and pet them.
