limerence (n) the state of being infatuated with another person.

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It's windy today. Jimin's sitting on one of the two chairs out in the balcony.

Summer's approaching, so the slight wind that's dancing around is also a bit warm, giving off flashes of lazy mornings and hot evenings, together with Taehyung.

Speaking of Taehyung, he's currently running his hands on Jimin's shoulders, silently massaging him around. He's just woken up, but this is something he always does. It's the first thing he does when he wakes.

The second thing he does? Kiss Jimin, of course.

Before he can though, Jimin places a hand on Taehyung's chest, signaling him to stop. Taehyung raises a sleepy eyebrow at him in question and pouts.

Jimin raises an eyebrow back, in challenge. "You haven't brushed your teeth, have you?"

Taehyung whines. "But-"

Jimin cuts him off without a second thought. "Nope. Not gonna happen." He raises his arm up, pointing at their bathroom. "Go wash up," Jimin gets up, walking back inside and towards their kitchen.

Taehyung frowns. "And then?"

"and then we can kiss." Jimin winks at him. "And while you're washing, I think I'll make us some pancakes for breakfast. What do you say?" He smiles.

Taehyung swallows the dried spit in his throat. "Yes."

"Yes to what, baby?"

"Both." Hearing Jimin chuckle, he sprints to the bathroom. Jimin swears Taehyung just made a new personal record.

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When Taehyung comes out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips which is definitely going to fall —Jimin thinks— and another one in hand, wiping away at his wet hair, the first thing he witnesses is Jimin stashing the freshly made pancakes on two separate plates. They have purple stars on them, Taehyung's favorites.

Jimin's squeezing huge amounts of hot Nutella in between the pancakes, sticking them together in infinite deliciousness. Taehyung's fondness skyrockets through the roof. Their roof.

"Hey."

"Hi." Jimin smiles warmly at him. "Come have breakfast with me?" He asks sweetly, eyes tilted upwards in expectancy.

Taehyung giggles, crossing the living room in quick steps and stopping to stand next to Jimin, wrapping an arm around his waist only to lay a small kiss on the side of his forehead, to which Jimin closes his eyes to savor the moment. "Always."

When Jimin opens his eyes, Taehyung has left his hair towel onto the counter, some of his hair still dripping wet. He takes the towel, signaling Taehyung to bow down a bit and once he does, Jimin wraps it around his head in tactful moves.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Great, now I look like those grandmas who put way too rollers on their hair to curl it."

Jimin stares at Taehyung's hand's attempt at trying to take the towel off his head, so he swats it away. "Oh shush. Less talking, more eating."

Taehyung smiles, giddy. "You promised me something, though." He towers above Jimin, nosying the pulse point in his neck before laying a soft kiss on his left collarbone.

Jimin looks away. "I don't remember promising you anything."

Taehyung cups Jimin's chin softly, slowly turning his head around to look at him. He caresses his cheek, knowing that that is Jimin's weak spot. "I do. And it had something to do with my mouth on yours."

Jimin reddens up immediately, side-eyeing Taehyung. He raises his hand, pushing the pink strands out of his face. "Well, then."

He gets up, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck and pulling them closer. Taehyung's hands get on Jimin's waist, automatically. It's a game of cat and mouse. Who will give in first; who will 'lose'.

It's Taehyung. It's always Taehyung. Every second that passes without kissing Jimin when he could be doing exactly that, makes Taehyung feel as if he'll lose his damn mind.

Not that Jimin is any better, no. Never. He's practically asking for it. Plump, glossy lips open just right and on display, and those tiny breaths Jimin takes when he knows what's about to happen. It all pushes Taehyung right to the edge.

It's a very dangerous game, if you ask Jimin. It doesn't always look pretty, no. Sometimes, when there's danger near, things start to go downhill. Usually, at least. In their current... situation, it'll mostly cost them some new furniture. At other times, some extremely expensive items that can't be rebought easily.

When Taehyung gives him wine, Jimin gives back champagne.

He feels like he's flying.

Everything is too much, but very wonderfully so. Taehyung's tongue does magic, dancing around like that with Jimin's. There's moaning, some pulling at blue strands, hands trying so desperately to find purchase on feverish skin.

Fever. That could be the word to describe their relationship. A never ending high, no antidote. Not that anybody asked for one...

In the end, neither loses. In fact, both win.

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Link for AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42486084/chapters/106711938#workskin