It was fairly quiet in their apartment, the ceiling fan's quiet whir creating white noise. Jimin had been scrolling through his phone when Taehyung tapped his shoulder. He jumped, burying his phone in his jacket.
"Really, Jimin? You texting a girl or something?" There's a teasing lilt in his voice, and Jimin's cheeks flush.
"N-no, Tae, just wasn't planning on you seei-" Taehyung proceeded to jump over the couch, landing on Jimin and swiftly snatching his phone from him. Jimin panics, trying to get it back, but the younger pins him down easily, pressing his hand flat against Jimin's chest, and unlocking his phone with the other.
"Tae-Tae no, c'mon please don't look at that-" a low whistle from Taehyung interrupts Jimin.
"Really, Jimjam? And to think you never told me?" He scrolls through picture after picture of bruised necks and collarbones, Jimin's face getting redder every passing second.
"I-I was embarrassed, Taehyung, I didnt want to tell you abo..." his train of thought derailed the moment Taehyung's lips touched his neck. Used to the feeling, Jimin's head tips to the side, allowing Taehyung more access.
But then it changes.
Taehyung's taking Jimin's skin between his teeth gently, applying small amounts of pressure. Jimin makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat, his hand threading into Taehyung's hair. Taehyung knew every sensitive spot on the older's neck, and smiled inwardly as Jimin shivered under him, his face relaxed in pleasure. When he added suction to make bruises though, Jimin got rough, pulling Taehyung's hair roughly and sucking air in between clenched teeth. When Taehyung pulled back to admire his work, Jimin blushed, looking away.
"I should have told you sooner."
