New Newer Rules

13 - Marry Me

Rule 3: Don't get attached.

"Well!"

Taehyung is startled awake, wrapped in Jimin's blankets from where he'd fallen asleep in Jimin's bed for a nap earlier. Jimin throws his jacket furiously against the wall before flopping face down on his bed, horizontal to Taehyung.

"What?" Taehyung says, disoriented. "What happened? Who am I killing?"

Jimin pushes himself up with a sigh, his eyes rimmed red. "Hoseok and I are done."

"Holy shit." Taehyung kicks off his blankets, all but throws himself into Jimin's arms to drag him into an embrace. "Wait- were you two ever together?"

"No." Jimin snuggles against Taehyung's neck. "I'm just tired of him being a dense motherfucker.He was fucking one of the pledges when I came over and didn't understand why I was annoyed."

"I hate to say it, Chim, but you didn't set any boundaries," Taehyung says quietly.

"Fuck off," Jimin groans. "Whose side are you on?"

"The side that gets your ass eaten whenever you want."

"That would be your side."

"I've done my time eating your ass."

"Point taken." With great effort, Jimin sits up and rolls off the bed, siting in a heap on the floor. "Am I an idiot for wanting him?"

Taehyung doesn't say anything for a moment, draping blankets around Jimin's form on the floor. He still remembers their first year of university, when Hoseok and Jimin had met and Jimin had been absolutely enamored. Taehyung had been the one to urge Jimin to pursue, but he hadn't exactly meant for them to fall into a pseudo FWB relationship. If he'd known it would lead to this- Jimin sad
and confused and doubting himself on the floor- he would have been more serious in urging Jimin to confess.

"Do you remember what you said when I wanted to call Jiae?"

"Yeah."

"This is the exact opposite of that."
Jimin frowns, glancing up at him. "I don't get it."

"She wasn't good for me and going back to her wouldn't do me any good. That's not true for you and Hoseok." Taehyung struggles to find proper words, slides off the bed to sit at Jimin's side. "Youlike him a lot, anyone can see that. You're not an idiot, but if he ever hurts you again I won't hesitateto kick his ass."

Jimin laughs, weakly, but he isn't crying and Taehyung considers that a victory. "Yeah, well. I'm not speaking to him right now."

"Understandable."

"But!" Jimin stands, rifling through his jacket where it had fallen to the floor in a heap. He drags out a small baggie, waving it with a grin. "I grabbed the last of his good weed when I left."

"I thought you quit that shit."

"Special circumstance."

"How much you got?"

Jimin opens the bag, holding it to his face to breathe in deeply. "Enough for the weekend. AndMonday. Maybe Tuesday if I skip class."

"Ugh." Taehyung hasn't been high in a pretty long while, the last time he'd woken up naked withJimin in the student center.
"Dude, you gonna get high with me or not?"

"I'm always high on your love, bro."

"Bro."

"My shit's still in my desk."

"Nice!" Jimin whirls around, grabbing the paper and lighters from a drawer. Then he settles next toTaehyung on the floor, clearing out a space and grabbing a folder from under his bed to roll a couplejoints on. "Hey, what you said about having done your time eating my ass..."

Taehyung offers Jimin the first hit, rolling another while he starts it off. "What about it?"

"How serious?"

Taehyung sighs. Jimin's pulling out his best puppy eyes, the kind Taehyung hasn't been able to refuse since they were five and Jimin always managed to convince Taehyung to give him the good chalk to draw with. "Completely serious."

"What if I pull the heartbreak card?"

Sneaking a hit from the joint perched in Jimin's fingers, Taehyung lets out an exasperated stream of smoke. "Fine."

"Wait- really?"

"Take your fucking pants off, Jimin."

"Marry me."

"Later. Get naked."

Jimin's got his pants off in the next breath.