Taehyung never liked smoking.
He hated the smell; he hated how the smoke felt as it entered your lungs. Or how much of a waste of time it was.
He never understood the kick out of it, or why it was even addictive in the first place.
He knew it had something to do with nicotine and all that bullshit- Taehyung just never liked smoking.
However, he found himself staring at Jimin as he took a drag of his cigarette.
The two sat on the rusted train tracks, staring off at the snowy environment surrounding them.
Jimin wasn't much of a smoker either, he only did when he had something on his mind. Taehyung's eyes followed Jimin's brown hair, down to his jaw and to his plump lips where smoke danced and drifted off.
Taehyung shuddered as a breeze flew past them, Jimin raising an eyebrow as he breathed out the smoke.
"You cold?" He asked.
"Kind of," Taehyung muttered, wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm. Jimin pulled off his white scarf, turning to wrap it around a flushing Taehyung's neck.
"I would appreciate 'A thank you,'" He chuckled after Taehyung just stared at Jimin.
His eyebrows shot up, nodding. "Thanks."
They both sat in silence for a minute or two, appreciating the comfortable silence they established for the past nine months since their meeting.
"This is weird..." Taehyung muttered, Jimin glancing over to Taehyung.
"How so?"
"I don't know. Maybe the fact we're- well, I'm not in class right now. This is my first time ditching you know!" Taehyung exclaimed.
"Okay then, nerd," Jimin giggled as he pushed up Taehyung's glasses that slipped off. "Two weeks ago was your birthday."
"Okay so?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well... I never gave you a present did I?" Jimin reached back, reaching into the bushes nearby. "And- well, you didn't celebrate it with anyone so- I just got you something okay?"
Jimin pulled out a high-quality camera, dusting off the top before handing it to an open-mouthed Taehyung.
"I know you like photography so... I saw this a few weeks ago and thought it could be acool birthday gift," Jimin smiled, giggling as he placed a finger under Taehyung's chin, pushing it upwards to shut Taehyung's mouth.
"You didn't steal it, did you?" Taehyung asked, lowering his eyebrows.
"What? No! No! Of course not, Tae! I know you don't like the stealing and the smoking and all the shit I get myself into but- I swear I got this with my money," Jimin exclaimed.
"That you stole...?" Taehyung mused.
"No!" Jimin lightly punched Taehyung's arm with a small laugh. "No. I don't think you know but I have a job. I get paid, and I used it for this."
Taehyung's eyes widened, pushing Jimin's hands away.
"What? If you used most of your money, why d'you spend it on me, you dumbass!" Taehyung gasped as he covered his mouth with his hand.
"That's cute," Jimin chuckled as he moved Taehyung's hand away. "I got it for you because I care, okay? Is that satisfactory? Or do you want me to 'write a six-page essay without using personal pronouns and must be typed in Times New Roman, size 12!'" Jimin mocked their English teacher which made Taehyung bubble.
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