𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•My Princess•]

Ship; Vmin

Dom // Taehyung
Sub // Jimin

This was supposed to be short and sweet, but I kinda went crazy, and then went a little poetic on you guys... Oops.

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The small red fluorescent light on his bedside table is killing his eyes, as he stares into it, for the third time that night. Music booms from the other room, from down the hallway. 

Taehyung sighs, covering his head with a pillow, squeezing the corners of the case in anger. 

The music, by now, has become familiar, because it's what Jimin does, every, single, night. Dance practice. Taehyung questions it, because his roommate is already perfect at dancing, he doesn't know how all this practice could really make it better than what it already is. Tonight, the music is still playing loud, a little later than usual, and when he actually processes what time it is, he groans, muffled by the pillow over his head.

The song ends, and he holds his breath, praying that it's finally over. But the beat starts up again, and he swears he'll play this song at Jimin's funeral, over and over. He knows Jungkook, the other roommate across the hall, is probably sleeping soundly through the noise, which he feels is completely unfair.

He launches the pillow off his face, aching fatigue taking over his body as he stands, cold creeping into his once warm skin. His shirt is off, and all he has on is some sweatpants, so this arm hair is standing on end as he steps out of the room. He crosses his arms, to try and bring back some warmth, the song getting louder as he gets closer to the living room.

All the furniture is pushed to the side, and as Taehyung stands in the entryway to the usually window lit room, the night sky is all that could be seen. And Jimin stands right in the middle, hardwood floor under his socks, white tights and a long gray t-shirt that covers his hips. It swung around, the slightly baggy shirt bouncing with every movement Jimin made. 

And every movement he made, Taehyung watched.

It was a sight. Because even with sweat clinging to his clothes and dripping down his forehead, mussing up his hair, Taehyung can't help but feel all the worries from before slipping away. No fatigue, no cold, he's wide awake and warm, so warm he feels like a heat lamp. The only sense of cold he has, is the chill that runs over his back when Jimin bends, hip slightly pushed out, arms flung above his head. It only lasted for about a second, before he was onto the next step, but it had already sent Taehyung's mind to sinful places.

Then the song is nearing it's end, as he watches the dance slow and end as well. He hears a soft gasp, and that's when he looks up, to where the smaller is looking at him wide eyed. He has a water bottle in hand, and he's covering his mouth as he swallows the sip of water he must have been drinking, a drop dripping down his chin. He wipes it frantically.

His face gets hilariously red as he slowly sets his water bottle on the end table.

"What are you d-doing?"

His mind goes a little blank, heart hammering as he sees sweat drip down his collarbone.

"Well, I was trying to sleep."

Jimin smiles.

"Oh, sorry."

His eyes slant, and his cheeks turn pink, when he looks down. His shirt is just barely covering the indent that makes Taehyung's throat go dry.

"I, um-"

Tae's breathing is deep, rough, foggy, like he wasn't really in focus right now. His eyes stayed trained on Jimin's eyes. A hesitant and red face is staring back at him.