cigarettes n' sex | vmin

cigar no. 4

"give me something to remember. "

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the night wasn't over. jimin's head cleared and he no longer saw in vivid colors but his body was buzzing.

yoongi had disappeared a long time ago leaving jimin by himself. and as for taehyung, he didn't know. one moment he was at the bar and the next he was gone.

Why did I even come out?

jimin internally groaned the red lights and smoldering music no longer looked appealing.
peeling himself from the bar stool jimin made his way out of the club elbowing more than a few people in the process.

the cool air licked at jimin's exposed skin. people were still lined up outside the door waiting to get in. shaking his head lightly jimin started off in the direction of his apartment.

yoongi had driven him here but since the older had disappeared he settled for walking. he needed to clear his head anyway.

nights like this jimin was left restless his mind going from one place to other. and he was entranced by his thoughts that he didn't notice a certain male slip beside him.

"Jimin."

jimin flinched his soul having almost left his body in a frenzy.

"what the fuck Taehyung?!"

taehyung gave him an apologetic smile tilting his head to the side.

"sorry but I did call your name like three times before that."

jimin muttered something under his breath before continuing his walk. taehyung walked right alongside him. it seemed to become a habit of them walking without saying anything.

the moon was full and bright illuminating the sidewalk before them. traces of alcohol still dwelled within jimin causing his head to spin a bit.

taehyung took no notice of this seeing as he was too busy blowing smoke past his lips.
it was quite enticing to watch really. the way he'd inhale deeply only to exhale extremely slow allowing the nicotine to cool his nerves.

his eyes looking the way they always did. void no true emotions filling them. it created an unsettling feeling in jimin's gut.

so, instead of jimin saying anything he just observed him. silver hair gleaming beautifully under the moonlight his forehead exposed because of the bandana.
long slender fingers held the cigarette up to his lips.

judging by the way they would occasionally twitch jimin could tell he'd once done something a little healthier with those hands.

Painter? No.

taehyung seemed like the type to appreciate art more so than create himself. then it came Jimin.

A writer.

the thought lingered in jimin's mind until they were standing right outside his apartment door.
fumbling to find his keys jimin opened the door almost tripping over his own feet.

luckily, taehyung was there to prevent a tragedic fall with a firm hand on his waist. the buzzing sensation Jimin was feeling earlier had returned. he let out a small 'thanks' doing his best to ignore his body.

though as soon as taehyung let go jimin found it hard to stand upright. it's not that Jimin couldn't hold his liquor because he could but it seemed his tolerance was so high that he only felt the effects hours later.

"Jimin are you okay?"

taehyung's deep voice sent a shiver down his spine. he really needed to get to his bed.
without answering jimin made his way to his room completely unaware that taehyung was right behind him with a worried look on his face.

and he had every right to be worried because right when jimin opened his door legs leading him straight to his bed. his face planted right atop his bed.

There's no way he can breathe like that.

taehyung stood at the door contemplating his next move. he remembers yoongi telling him that jimin had to be watched after he drunk.
he wasn't the crazy type but more of the lost type. last Yoongi left the male alone with a bottle of wine he ended up finding jimin five blocks away passed out on a park bench.

"Jimin..."

the said male made no moves. panic working its way up his spine taehyung worked quickly. he walked over to jimin being careful to turn him over. his face was flushed, lips parted, and hair a mess.

God.

in swift motions, taehyung had managed to strip the male of his clothes turning to find something more comfortable to wear. he rambled through a few drawers before finding a large gray shirt and black sweats.

putting the shirt on was easy but putting the pants on was proving to be difficult.

"Jimin."

jimin's eyes snapped open looking slightly confused.

"Tae?"

taehyung flinched at the nickname.

"why are you so far away?"

reaching out jimin grabbed taehyung by the hand pulling down into the bed. before he could even stop jimin had already pulled him close with his thigh thrown over taehyung's hip.

"it's okay to hold me taehyung. i promise I won't break."

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taehyung was first to wake up. jimin was still pushed up against his chest, thigh still hugging his hip.

a gnawing feeling was beginning to form in the back of taehyung's head. the warmth the smaller radiated was comforting addictive even and taehyung knew he couldn't be there when jimin woke up.

there was just something about him though that had taehyung thinking it wouldn't be so bad to feel.
his finger began to twitch and so he wasted no more removing himself from the warm bed.

he was sure to put on jimin's sweatpants before he left fearing he might have a heart attack without them.

it was weird really the way jimin accepted him so easily. sure, he'd witnessed the blackmail beforehand but even still jimin tried to make him feel welcomed.
it's just he was the one being difficult.

as soon as he stepped out in the balcony a cigarette was already wedged between his lips, his lighter not far behind.

"I promise I won't break."

How can you be so sure about that Jimin?