Picture Perfect | Vmin

11 | The Quiet

3:04

Tae's POV

Tae guided Jimin down the carpeted hallway, the younger's (Jimin) feet shuffling loudly. Inserting his key, he pressed on the door handle. The door clicked softly and swung open to reveal a modest but luxurious home. Outside, the rain pattered gently upon the glass window as an expressionless gray sky gazed down on the city. Jimin wordlessly stepped inside and made a beeline to the couch, sprawling across it haphazardly. The older quietly closed the door and latched it, removing his shoes before stepping onto the plush rug. As he looked down, wet sock prints could be seen leading to the living room making the photographer's lips twitch upward. He flicked on the lightswitch as light flooded the cold apartment. Moving to the kitchen, Tae rested his hands on the cold countertops, wincing slightly at the sudden, cold, contact. "Would you like anything to drink?" he asked.

"A hot chocolate would be nice," Jimin mumbled from the couch, his small body hidden by the sofa's backrest.

"Sounds good."

Taehyung quietly made hot chocolate for both of them. The only sounds filling the apartment was the occasional clinking of a spoon and the melody of rain hitting the glass.

Taking the pot off the stove, Tae poured the steaming liquid into two cups, one for each of them, and padded softly toward the younger who was lying facedown on the couch, still in his soaked clothes.

Taehyung sat down next to the model and handed him his cup. "Here."

Jimin turned his head and accepted the mug silently, his gaze hollow.

Noticing the younger was still in his wet clothes, Taehyung stood up from his crouching position. "Stay right here. I'll go grab you some dry clothes."

Setting his own mug on the table, he quietly walked to his bedroom.

As soon as Tae stepped inside the bedroom, he was greeted with an icy blast of air. It was freezing. The AC hummed faintly as Tae walked over to his desk, finding the remote, and turned it off.

The photographer wandered to the other side of his closet and randomly grabbed one of his many large hoodies. Searching for a pair of dry pants, he opened multiple drawers, each one containing watches, ties, and cufflinks among many other accessories. Even though each drawer was organized neatly, he could never find his stuff.

He finally found a pair of Adidas jogging pants and snatched a pair of fuzzy socks from a separate drawer, figuring he could spare one of (at least) 50 pairs.

Taehyung walked over to Jimin, the model lying lifelessly on the couch. "I brought some clothes for you. Here." The older murmured, holding the clothes in his outstretched hand to offer it to the younger.

"Thank you," Jimin mumbled, and without warning, proceeded to strip right there, on the couch.

Color rose to Taehyung's cheeks, and he immediately turned his back to Jimin to give him some privacy.

"Uh─ would changing in the bathroom be easier or...?" Taehyung asked with his back still turned. He had to admit, he was slightly flustered at the sight of the half-naked male.

"No, here's fine."

"Ah-oh, alright."

The telltale sounds of rustling clothing could be heard, and then, "you can turn around now."

Taehyung turned around to see Jimin only wearing the oversized hoodie, foregoing pants. His wet clothes lay discarded on the floor. At least the hoodie was long enough to cover his lean legs, the older thought. Fighting to keep the blush from rising to his cheeks, he stood there, awkwardly, suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands. Silence, save for the pattering of the rain, filled the apartment.

Taehyung knelt down cautiously. Noticing the model's eyes starting to droop, he asked, "how about we move you to a bed?"

Jimin nodded in agreement, too sleepy to say anything.

The photographer gingerly slid his hands under the younger's knees and back, and carried him bridal-style to the bedroom.

Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, and Tae gazed upon the small male in his arms. He looked so much younger when he slept, all lines of worry and sadness disappearing. He looked peaceful. He looked his age. People at the age of 24 should be happy and carefree, he thought. This male, however, carried a certain heaviness within him. Although Tae had only recently met him, he could sense it. Whether that be the way the model's smile never quite met his eyes, or how he always looked exhausted, it was obvious there was something that dragged him down.

Now asleep in Tae's arms, peace settled over Jimin' features, and the photographer quirked a small smile.

He is beautiful.

Smiling quietly, the older set the younger on the bed gently, careful not to hurt him. Jimin snored lightly as he was put down, and Taehyung chuckled softly, surveying the other male with a fond expression. Peeling back the blankets, he lifted Jimin's legs over them and placed thick blankets over them. Lifting the younger's head, he slid a fluffy pillow under it and after a lingering look, quietly exited the room. 

A/N: Sorry if this feels a little rushed/forced. I've been in a writing slump :T

I swear this looked longer when I wrote it >->

Word count: 839