Bts Fairytale OneShots (BoyxBoy)

Touch [vmin]

Holding a living being in my arms. I can feel him I can roam his body. We share the same breath, the hot thick musk of his colone infusing my nose and blurring my conscious. His deep words sinking into my ears and becoming husky whispers. The small wet sound his kisses made on my skin. He can feel me, feel my face heat up as he holds me tighter and leaves small bruises on my neck. The weak moans of satisfaction that leave my subtle plump lips. As I wrap my legs around his torso and lace my small hands through his dark hair. My head sinking into the matters as his body engulfs mine. The heat and sweat making the atmosphere humid. Not helping my flushed face. He can have me, his lips thin, full, fitting perfectly between mine as they move in sync.

"Dont leave me Taehyung..." a breathless plea that leaves my mouth when he parts our lips and sucks near my earlobe. His grip around my torso strengthening. His hot breath whispering sweet words that make me melt.

"Beautiful, sweet, cute, lovable Jimin. Why would I ever leave someone I love so much?" He whispered moving his head and locking our lips again. If I could become one with him I'd be willing. I needed him. All of him, he was warm, he was love. My love. That's the night we discovered we weren't human. The closer our bodies and minds became. The more near a transformation would be. This became the most prominent when we both woke up the next morning a single differnt person.

I... we? Yawned and ran our fingers through our hair? Looking down at a single pair of hands afterward. Both of us seeing the same thing. Breathing the same air, through the same nose.

"Jimin? Taehyung?" Both of us feeling stressed as our names spoken by the two of us came out of the same mouth. My legs... no our legs moving and swinging over the bed. Walking through the morning sun lit room into the bathroom and turning on the light. We gazed into the mirror and saw someone that wasn't us. Well it was us, both of us into one person. Our faces our bodies, were one. We were looking at us but not us individually. 'What do we do?' Taehyung asked me without muttering a single word, that's the same way I answered him. 'I don't know.' We were both shocked however we both accepted what had happened. We moved in sync with our decisions and managed to get out of the house wearing my jeans and one of Taehyungs hoodies. We went to a cafe we frequently ate at and ordered something.

"Alright, and can I get a name for the order sir." We both panicked a bit and spoke at once lucky it made a name.

"Taehmin."

The women smiled and wrote it down on the order slip. Then we moved out of the way, finding a place to sit and wait for our order. This was fine, it seemed so normal. So right, we were the up most content. Until a girl came and sat across the table. She studied the two of us for a moment and grinned.

"Hey, my names Jisoo, my freind over there thinks your cute." She stated before pointing her perfectly prim and slender finger over to a shy blond in the corner. Taehyung found this worrying, and he let me know. However I found it slightly amusing. I spoke out before Taehyung had the opportunity.

"Oh really?" The girl nodded and Taehyung stepped in. "Because we're. I mean I am not interested, I have a partner." I wanted the opportunity to have fun however he didn't. For the first time since we had woken up I was beginning to think this had been a bad thing. We both blew off the whole situation, when our name. Names? We're called and we got our order and left. We decided to go and simply sit for a little while, alone on a park bench.

'Why did you have to step in I was having fun.'

'Thats not fun. Did you really need her to entertain you. When we are both in the same body today.'

'Well maybe we shouldn't of been because I can't even think freely with you'

'You don't mean that.'

'I do your suffocating me'

That sudden moment I felt myself as I wasn't with him anymore. Instead we both were wearing our own clothes be was across from me.

"I'm going home." He said and left the cup of coffee on the bench as he walked away. I felt my stomach fall to my knees. My arms tense and I was sick. I was alone, empty. I never had felt so alone in my entire existence. I wanted to scream his name to come back. But I couldn't, he was so far away. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Like half of me had been ripped off.

I went back home, he wasn't there like he had promised. He was gone, his clothes, his books. All of it, it was gone. I called him and he didn't answer. I felt weaker and weaker as the days passed. Until finally he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Taehyung let me talk this out please."

"This number dosent belong to a Taehyung, I'm sorry sir."

They hung up, I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at my phone. Which lit up surprisingly with a new number.

"Hello," I answered the phone anxiously.

"Is this Park Jimin?"

"Yes!"

"This is the mental health clinic on 5th avenue. You haven't attended any psychotherapy sessions since you have been released from the clinic last month."

"Excuse me what are you talking about?"

"Mr. Park, you suffer from DID. As well as an eating disorder. You haven't shown up to any of your appointments."

I hung up the phone.

I fogot I wrote this and goddam. Idk that was a lot though.