Jimin didn't know why he'd bothered to dress up, considering he didn't care much about his appearance these days, but he'd somehow managed to put some effort into his outfit that night. He wore a red sweater that was torn a bit at the sides and a pair of dark blue ripped jeans, making him the perfect image of "cozy, but not too cozy".
After having been an idiot and cutting a section of his hair off, he'd taken the time to brush it flat on top of his head, hoping no one would notice. Luckily it wasn't very visible, but if you were looking closely, you could probably tell that a few strands were much shorter than the others. He was praying it wouldn't take long for them to grow back to normal length.
When Jimin had finally made it all the way over to Taehyung's apartment complex, he rang the doorbell, the palms of his hands starting to sweat. He'd been debating the entire walk there if this was a good idea or not, and his common sense was telling him to just avoid the pain and go back home. His heart, however, desperately wanted him to stay, and that he did. He'd never had much common sense anyways.
Taehyung opened the door, the warm light from his house reflecting off of his electric blue hair. Jimin nearly forgot how to breathe when Taehyung greeted him with his sparkling smile.
"You actually came," he gasped, staring Jimin up and down. This was the first time he'd actually agreed to be alone with Taehyung since the night he'd ended things between them. He was well-aware of how Jimin felt about him now, but they still hadn't discussed the matter, mainly because neither of them really knew how.
Taehyung was wearing a long-sleeved black and white striped t-shirt, which he had tucked into tight black jeans. Around his waist was a thin, black leather belt with a small buckle in the very center. Jimin couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten how stunning he always looked when he wasn't wearing his school uniform. Taehyung had to be from another planet, he was just so perfect.
"Yes," Jimin said, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and gazing at the concrete, "but I'll only be staying for a little bit-"
Taehyung quickly pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close against his chest and leaning his head against his. He rocked them back and forth for a few seconds, the huge smile on his face making it obvious how happy he was that Jimin hadn't rejected his call. Jimin buried his face in his shoulder, trying his hardest not to tear up. He hadn't known how much he'd missed hugging his best friend, and he was relieved that Taehyung actually seemed to miss him too. Just that fact alone was enough to make him extremely emotional.
"It's been a while," Taehyung laughed nervously, finally letting go of him. Jimin just nodded, feeling slightly disappointed that Taehyung's arms weren't still around him. He motioned for Jimin to step inside, which he did-- slowly. He immediately stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweater, suddenly feeling anxious as he became enveloped in Taehyung's familiar environment.
Taehyung's house really wasn't anything special. There were lots of pictures and other objects crammed into each corner, making the already small space feel even more confined. Piles of paper and other knick-knacks threatened to fall off the shelves at any given moment, and various different light bulbs hung from the ceiling, giving the room an orange glow. Some might have called it cozy, while others may have deemed it cluttered.
Taehyung took a seat on the red leather couch, where a bottle of wine and two glasses stood on the table in front of him. Jimin noted this, making a mental note not to drink more than a few sips. Holding his liquor was a skill that Jimin hadn't quite figured out how to master yet, and he couldn't let himself become drunk if he planned on waking up in his own bed the next morning.
"So why did you call me here?" Jimin asked him, taking a seat beside Taehyung. He didn't mean to sound so upfront, but he didn't feel like wasting any time. He wanted to know Taehyung's true intentions, that way he could think about how he wanted to respond to them.
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