Text Me Not 🌀 kth // pjm

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"Good morning." whispered the smaller in a soft tone, his anxiety releasing from the presence of the younger.

He suddenly caressed the younger's cheek, wanting to do it more than ever. The younger appeared to blush lightly because of it, giving more confidence to the smaller, who played with the younger's ear ticklishly as a next move.

The younger melted under the smaller's magic fingers, and he was almost drifting back to sleep, until the smaller stopped.

The younger whined and cuddled closer to the smaller's warm embrace. "More." He whispered in the crook of the smaller's neck, his hot breath tickling his skin.

The smaller looked in front of him wide eyed, slightly confused, his hand smoothly sliding in through the younger's blue messy hair. "More what?"

"Touch... ear..." He muffled quietly, his lips lingering on the smaller's torso in a strange angle.

The smaller smiled proudly before obeying to the younger's order, lifting his right hand up to his left ear, playing with it in the exact same way he did earlier. Pulling his lobule slightly, which made the younger giggle. He smiled.

Growwwl

Jimin didn't know how to stop himself from squealing. That was so cute!

Taehyung was hungry.

Jimin tried to get out of his strong arms so he could make both of them breakfast, but he failed disappointingly.

He pouted cutely. "Let me go."

"Nope."

"Please?"

"Still no."

"Imma make breakfast."

"You're enough."

Growwwwwwl

"Taehyung."

"Okay." He said, finally letting go of the smaller. He felt the bed lighten, realizing he had stood up.

Taehyung sat up on the bed, crossing his legs. He rubbed his eyes with a small pout before opening his eyes, just to find Jimin's naked back facing him.

The smaller bent down in front of him, probably to pick up his boxers, giving a chance for Taehyung to admire his cutely round, tiny butt cups.

He smirked. "Nice ass." He called out, making the smaller yelp in embarrassment, and put on his boxers quickly.

On his way out, he tripped to the pile of his clothes, "Aish!" wanting to get out as fast as possible, not wanting Taehyung to see the tomato he was. The last thing he heard before rushing out of his bedroom was Taehyung's wholehearted laughter, which was showing off his boxy smile. The smaller couldn't help but smile and blush even more at the thought that he was the one who caused Taehyung to laugh.

The younger rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He brushed his teeth and took a warm shower. He got out, a towel wrapped around his waist as he looked at himself in the mirror.

There were red tiny marks on his neck and collarbone. On his jawline and soft tummy.

He blushed.

With a trembling hand, he caressed the ones that were made on his neck. He hissed a bit because of the slight pain, remembering how he got those afterwards, from his last night's lover.

He could feel little butterflies making their ways to his tummy, and it was compellingly odd how he easily showed them the right way to get in. 

He shook the feeling just for the good of his own heart, before making his way to his bedroom again, after he had dried himself off completely, finding an asleep Taehyung, laying on his back with his arms and legs wide open like a fat panda, only the sheet covering specific places. His lips were parted slightly again, and tiny snores came out, making Jimin giggle in awe of how cute of a sight the blue haired boy was when he was sleeping.

He got dressed in something simple. He put on a grey hoodie and a pair of black shorts that reached to his knees.

(A/N: pls imagine the black shorts, thank you 😊)

He quietly got out of the bedroom, thanking the god that the door didn't crack to wake up the younger.

He walked to the kitchen, and looked around, trying to decide what he should make for breakfast.

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