What I Like About You • Vmin

three // nails

The sun had risen high up in the sky by the time the duo woke up. Taehyung stretched and his limbs creaked in all the places where Jimin's limbs were tangled with his.

Jimin made a noise of disapproval and pulled Taehyung closer to him. "Tae, stop moving so much. You're being unreasonable right now."

"I'm not being unreasonable, Jiminie," Taehyung laughed and sat up, Jimin still wrapped around him as if his life depended it. "It's almost 1 o'clock. I'm starving!"

Jimin fell off the bed when Taehyung got up. "Taehyungieee, my ass hurts," he whined when his friend left him on the floor.

Taehyung tried to suppress his laughter the best he could. He ran from the room as Jimin lunged at him, his feet carrying him into the living room only to trip themselves up, thus making Taehyung fall to the floor with a loud smack.

Jimin was on him in an instant, fingers digging and twisting into Taehyung's stomach. The poor boy couldn't escape, his giggles turning into the squeals and tears.

When Jimin finally let up, Taehyung laid motionless on the cold hardwood floor, his hunger long forgotten. That is, until his stomach bellowed like a boat.

With snacks strewn across the table and piping hot bowls of spicy ramen left to cool off, Jimin and Taehyung scrolled through the foreign dramas on Netflix. There was a movie Taehyung had been meaning to watch, and since his mother wasn't home, now proved to be the perfect time. There was no way he could suggest the movie to Jimin without it being weird, so he had to see if it caught Jimin's eye the way it had caught his.

It did.

"Taehyungie! What's that movie? That looks cool! What's it about?" Jimin was intrigued by the cover of the movie: two boys floating in water, bodies braced on either side of a log.

"Jongens," Taehyung incorrectly pronounced.

"Sonyeundeul," Jimin read and Taehyung gave him a look.

"I thought it was pronounced as boys in English?" Taehyung opened the movie description, the word Dutch making him feel slightly dumb. Jimin pleaded with Taehyung to let him watch it.

Taehyung did not deny.

As the movie came on and Sieger ran the track, Taehyung grabbed his forgotten noodles and fed himself. It was nearing 2 pm and his stomach felt as if it was eating itself.

Jimin finished his noodles slower than his friend. He was so caught up in reading the subtitles and watching the movie that he took small bites and chewed slowly so he could enjoy the odd way the Dutch words rolled off the tongue.

Halfway through the movie and silence, Taehyung suddenly blurted out, "he's totally hitting on you! Pay attention to stuff! Jesus Christ! He running backwards for you!"

Jimin swallowed a whole noodle, his fit of coughing forcing Taehyung to pause the movie and check on him. There was no more talking for a while.

"Fuck," Jimin whispered through a sniffle. "Why didn't he just break up with the girl? Such a dumbass!"

"Now Marc is sad and they'll lose the race," Taehyung wiped away a tear with the back of his hand.

"They were so happy! Kissing on the beach, sneaking around-"

"Sieger must hate himself."

The talking stopped once again, the tears did not. Sieger crossed the finish line. The team had won. Marc left the track and a broken Sieger.

"How do tears of sadness turn into tears of happiness?" Jimin used his shirt to dry his face, the same as Taehyung.

"I don't know, but that movie was emotionally draining," Taehyung admitted, words a bit nasaly.

Jimin was looking at Taehyung with puffy, red eyes. "You didn't feel uncomfortable?"

"Why would I?"

Jimin shrugged, eyeing Taehyung carefully before he stood from the sofa. "Want water?" Taehyung nodded.

When Jimin came back, Taehyung gulped down as much water he could before Jimin laid on the couch, his head resting on a squishy thigh. "Nails," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"Nails. I like a boy with nice nails. Nice, softish hands with nice, groomed nails."

Taehyung brought his arm across Jimin's chest, a position he just recently watched happen in the movie. I have nice nails, he thought.

And that he did.

"Tae! Baby, I'm home!"

Jimin nearly fell in an attempt to get to the other side of the couch.

"Welcome home," Taehyung called to his mother, the same mother that would not say another word to him until after she showered and was on her way out the door again. "Have fun, mom!"

"You too, sweety!"

That night, Taehyung put the garter belt on with the socks, admiring himself in the mirror. His legs looked slimmer, his waist looked accented. He couldn't deny how much he liked it. But he couldn't get caught in them, so he discarded them once again into his drawer before Jimin was once again snuggled up against him.

The warm feeling was back and stronger than ever. He would need to tell Jimin about his feelings someday.. but not this day. He still has seven days of Jimin left, he can wait.

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It's kind of funny to me how this isn't a very serious writing. Like I just slap some words down, do a few rounds of editing, them BAM I'm publishing. As for Years on Empty, I'm writing, revising, deleting, thinking of how to word my cute metaphors, rewriting, doing more revising, and THEN doing my editing rounds. I swear I'm a good writer I just don't feel like thinking of a whole plot because writing out a whole serious thing (like YoE) takes so much time :/ I want it to be light-hearted in every sense hehe~

++ I have like a million drafts, a few of which I've actually put thought into (for once)
Anyway, I found a diary based story and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading it. It's in first person because I despise writing in third person,, and because most of it consists of diary entries anyway. Interested?