Your Blush Is My Favorite || vmin

you made a home for me

taehyung remembers the exact moment he decided he was going to marry park jimin.

he's known for years that one day, he was going to marry him. but he remembers the exact moment he promised himself he'd be that mans husband until death due them part.

it wasn't more than two years ago, their junior year of college gradually coming to an end.

there were two things in life park jimin put above anything else. kim taehyung and dance.

so when he wasn't busy smiling fondly at taehyung's childish actions, whispering sweet nothings against the soft of his skin, sharing passionate kisses for no other reason than because he loved him limitlessly, he was dancing. he was dancing because, while taehyung would always be his first home, dance was his second.

jimin hated nothing more than neglecting his homes. most mornings found him pressing a soft kiss to taehyung's temple, gently slipping from his embrace as he whined quietly for jimin to go back to sleep. he'd only smile, so in love and enraptured with his sleepy boyfriend and whisper, "go to sleep, taehyungie."

taehyung's bleary eyes stared at him sleepily. he didn't ask why jimin woke up every day at 5am just to drive to his studio and dance. he didn't ask because it wasn't just dancing to jimin. it was his home.

instead, he closed his heavy eyes and allowed his arms to slip away from jimin. his voice felt raw, slurred with sleep, "be home before 9?" jimin pressed another kiss to his temple.

he was home at 8.

they'd been laying in bed that night, bodies lazy and ready for sleep. still, they shared in quiet voices of simple things that came to mind. and when they ran out of the simple things, they were left in a comfortable silence.

jimin was mindlessly soothing little circles onto taehyung's stomach when he heard his words echo in the dark room. "do you love dance more than me?" it was plain curiosity, jimin knew. not a question that's been lingering in his mind, not something he's been pondering over, just- curiosity. so instead of getting upset that maybe he hadn't shown taehyung how much he loved him, he silently guided his way into taehyung's lap.

he watched as the youngers eyes opened once he cupped his cheeks. "stupid," he'd mumbled fondly, "you'll always be my favorite home." he painted a thousands words on taehyung's lips when he kissed his so softly. a promise.

taehyung hadn't said it back, he never did. but when he leaned up for another kiss, he was positive it said everything he didn't. i love you, you're my favorite person, you're my home too.

jimin had cupped his face again, rubbing the apple of his cheeks with his thumbs. "dance makes me feel so happy, taehyung." and he knew this. he knew how happy dance made jimin. "i feel so light when i'm dancing. i feel confident and so assured when i'm up on stage. dancing makes me feel safe."

he sighed through a small smile, "but it also makes me feel insecure. sometimes i get so angry with dancing, i get so upset, that i can't be in the studio anymore. it feels like i'm being locked outside with no way back in." taehyung had opened his mouth, ready to spill praise after praise of how utterly amazing he thought jimin was, how beautiful he looked when dancing, but jimin had kissed him silent.

"with you i feel so happy and loved. you make me feel so many things, taehyung-ah. i don't have to worry about things when i'm with you." jimin couldn't tell you his favorite thing about taehyung. he didn't know himself. but jimin could write a book, a series, of how much he loved taehyung. "i get angry and upset with you too. at rare times i feel locked outside." taehyung frowned deeply. "but then you're there, you're always there with our key in hand, ready to let me back inside."