Leather jackets were just one thing that defined someone of a bike gang along with their symbol. Their attitude only came along with the experience and some can have personality traits that don't give away they're part of a heavy armed gang or some will simply look terrifying.
To Jimin, Taehyung looked the part but didn't really play the part. A kind soul who wanted nothing more than to spoil he's boyfriend, protect him and keep him happy.
The two were out in the dark streets, moon bringing light to the void night, time really not acknowledged by the two as they were enveloped in their conversation. Well lack of. The silence was never awkward between the two, not even when they had first locked eyes. It was a Friday night, work wasn't one to worry about to Jimin the next morning so no heavy thoughts really lingered like on usual days without Taehyungs arm securely around him.
A deep sigh warmed Jimins chest as he leaned closer to his taller boyfriend, inhaling his scent and admiring how the water perfectly in the most imperfect way mirrored the moon, so full and bright. A beautiful perk of summer is always the clouds never show and it was like the mind of humans, so clouded that when you're able to breathe, you've escaped the toxic reality.
There was many things Jimin loved about Taehyung, his quirky traits, stupid puns and toned figure but there was one thing that prevailed, his smoking habit. Even if he surprisingly looked as badass as they come, it had Jimin scrunching his nose in disgust as he heaved out an annoyed sigh moving up to sit straight. Taehyung was well aware about how much Jimin hates the habit of smoking and it always left him grinning with wicked thoughts itching in his mind. He'd never actually take action until he looked over at Jimin who looked so out of place in such a lonley area of the city where of course his gang would hang.
He had his bottom lip between his teeth chopping away the dry skin falling off those plump lips. It made Taehyung run his tongue over his own lips in a silent plea for Jimin to do the same. He tasted the bitter cigarette residue, snaking his lips, he brought back that same cigarette back between his lips and inhaled deeply. In the process, in one swift movement, he nudged Jimin, moved the cigarette from sight and once Jimin turned to him, he blew that smoke right at him.
Flinching back, Jimin closed his eyes, held his breath and froze. Once he regained himself, he slowly, very cautiously opened his eyes, however, before he could those bitter tasting lips pressed against his. The same are tugged tighter, pulling him closer. Taehyung tasted the sweet vanilla flavour mixed with strawberries on Jimins lips and it had him sighing into the kiss, is had his pressing his tongue against Jimins shut lips to which he opened.
Even if Jimin cringed at the taste he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through his body, the way he felt so safe in Taehyungs arms.
A leather jacket labels those who wear them as hard heavy strong mean people but to Jimin a leather jacket was the complete opposite. Taehyungs leather jacket.
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Did you miss me?
Well hello, and Merry Christmas.
Please enjoy this very rushed one shot I did at the gym.
Good bye for now and enjoy your holidays. Make 2019 another good year!
