Shadow - Taemin

"Again."

"Fuck you."

"I'd rather not have that image in my head thank you."

Jimin rolls his eyes from the floor that he was slammed on, again, before getting back to his feet. Yeosang is rolling his shoulders while stretching his hands covered by tape on the knuckles, making sure to not hurt himself or Jimin as they train.

Well more so Yeosang training Jimin on how to fight back properly.

The second the two got back to the penthouse, it was still too early to sleep. Jimin was just about to consider going over to Yoongi's to perhaps spare a few minutes, but then Yeosang told him to get dressed in comfortable clothes that they're going to practice.

Of course Jimin wanted to be stubborn but after Yeosang pointed out Jimin's weak muscles when attacking, Jimin was angrily changing his clothes to prove him wrong.

That never happened.

So now they're at the gym down stairs, the only two here since clearly a lot of people have things to do with their Friday nights, and Yeosang is getting a good few hits on Jimin.

To say Jimin is very skilled at blocking and dodging hits would be an understatement. They spent a good fifteen minutes of Yeosang just plainly trying to attack him and Jimin avoiding the hits, but that's until Yeosang spiked up his aggressive approach that ended up with Jimin literally being slammed to the wall with a punch.

From there that's how they trained with Yeosang teaching Jimin how to fight back, without being so unease.

"You rely on open body movements too much," Yeosang tells him as he held his palms up, letting Jimin punch them to get his core strength toughen up, "Flips, bends, jumps; Easily be put down if you can't manage yourself on ground."

Jimin hits Yeosang's palms harder with his taped knuckles, huffing before aggressively stopping to wipe the sweat dripping his forehead.

"And you rely too much on the ground while having all this muscle to be flexible on avoiding hits," Jimin puffs, stretching his hands by how they ached, "Maybe when you learn that, then I'll be open to kicking you across the face with much more confidence."

Now this made Yeosang smile, shivering a squirm from Jimin to the subtle gesture. It happened so sudden and so unexpected yet it looked so..... Gentle.

It was as though every strong muscle on Yeosang's face just loosened its bolts, making it melt into that beautiful smile on his face.

This is probably the second time Jimin has ever seen Yeosang smile since they've met, a genuine smile.

And it's weird.

"Maybe reach me first," Yeosang snickers, jabbing Jimin's head with his fingers, "Pretty boy."

Oh he's trying to get under Jimin's skin, definitely to piss him off.

He knows cute nicknames like that just riles Jimin up, and that much is obvious by how he instantly starts to swing his fist against Yeosang's palms in continuation.

Harder than before.

"You suck at pet names."

"I don't know, I think pretty boy suits you," Yeosang mocks, attempting a light punch but Jimin ducks and they proceed, "Since you think you're so pretty."

Jimin's eye is twitching now, his hits growing more and more aggressive, "Worse than Minnie."

Yeosang gaps his lips, twitching a grin, "You liked Minnie, didn't you?"

"No.shut.up."

"What's the matter, Minnie?" Yeosang continues to taunt, his grin twitching by how feverish Jimin is becoming, "You can't deny that perhaps a tiny little part of you grows feral when I call you Minnie. Isn't that right, pretty boy?"

Jimin snapped.

He grabs Yeosang's arm and easily jumps up, wrapping his legs around it and forces his body back, slamming both of them to the ground.

Yeosang screeches but Jimin holds a death grip to his hand while his legs held his body down in an arm lock, with just one move Jimin can snap it easily without a problem.

But he doesn't. He prefers not to.

"Listen to me you fucking smug asshole," Jimin heaves through his teeth, eyes murderously dark in absolute rage, "I know we may have to pull a fucking Bonnie and Clyde to save our asses but let me fucking remind you, I don't do clingy shit. Piss me off again and I will snap your whole fucking body without a problem! Do you understand or do I have to slowly drag each syllable out for you?"'

Yeosang mewls through his lips to find a way to escape but he couldn't, releasing a frustrated grunt before slamming his hand against the mat, "I get it! Fuck! My arm you tiny shit!"

And just like that Jimin let's him go, maybe a bit too roughly but not like he cares. He gets to his feet and storms to his bag and hauls it over his shoulder, marching out of this stupid gym.

"Where are you going?"

Jimin only flips him off and slams the door to the gym shut behind him. His body is running in adrenaline as he shoved past people, not giving a shit to the dirty glares as he goes to the elevator and uses the key to go to the stupid floor.

All he needs is a shower and to sleep because this frustration is going completely drive him insane.

Perhaps he could sleep on the couch since Yeosang is pissing him off this much.

Just as the doors to the elevator were about to close, a hand sticks in the middle and much to Jimin's complete annoyance it was Yeosang. He presses on the button for the door to close before anyone else could come in, and since they have a long way up to go, Yeosang angrily throws his bag on the floor and pins Jimin against the wall by the neck.

Hard.

It happened all so sudden that Jimin couldn't even manage to block it, and even if he couldn't he wouldn't try to hurt Yeosang like that.

He's not the enemy after all.

His parents would actually torture Jimin to death if they found out he was the cause to their son's broken arm, so another reason as to why Jimin only grips Yeosang's wrist with a strong glare to match his eyes.

Yeosang looks absolutely livid.

"Your attitude pisses me the fuck off," Yeosang growls every word out lowly and distastefully, his grip tightening on Jimin's neck that the had the other slightly gasping for air, "Just because we are here in this place doesn't mean you're safe, or I am safe alone. You are not just going to leave my side and expect me to not follow you like a pathetic bitch! WE ARE CHAINED TOGETHER JIMIN! WHEREVER YOU GO, I GO AND WHEREVER I GO, YOU GO. UNDERSTAND!"

Oh he's so pissed.

The veins are popping out of his neck, a raging red fills his skin and eyes as dark as a forest underneath the night sky. His patience is gone, and Jimin can clearly see just how all this is driving him crazy; From the hiding, the running, people after him, his parents, and now Jimin.

But he's right.

Wherever they go, they have to be together.

If Jimin dies, Joshua will be heartbroken.

If Yeosang dies, Jimin is going to receive a nice torturing session with his parents.

They both are not safe alone.

In the lobby someone could've been there and killed or kidnapped either of them on the spot, just to put the Oasis empire down.

Now is not the time to be fussy, even though Jimin is known for his grudge type of attitude, he can't have it here.

So with narrowed eyes, Jimin slowly let's go of Yeosang's wrist, keeping himself firmly on his ground.

"Don't tease me again, even if it's to piss me off to make me enhance my fighting, don't. I don't like it. If I don't do it to you, I expect the same in return," Jimin mutters between his lips, feeling the fingers on his neck loosening it's grip, "If we're going to be in each other's presence, those are my boundaries."

The steam sneering to both of their eyes is intense, but it's also not as stiff as before. Perhaps it's because they're discussing a serious matter, that's both important for Jimin and Yeosang to know.

And in some way, Yeosang appreciates that.

Glad Jimin is starting to show more of his self care than his selfish needs.

That's definitely an improvement.

Jimin suddenly presses himself more back against the wall when Yeosang leans towards his face, feeling more trapped than he already is by the close proximity.

To gather his dignity he lifts his head up and remains steady, keeping his facial expression firm.

"I don't like chasing after anyone," Yeosang mutters bitterly, his eyes still intensely gazing at Jimin, "I don't expect you to be nice, I honestly don't care about that. I may piss you off and get on your fucking nerves but don't you dare leave my side. Either if I storm off or you do, just stay present for the sake of my sanity. If something were to happen to you......."

Yeosang didn't finish. He couldn't finish.

It's almost as though the words were lost in the wind, finding no specific destination anymore or to be found again. It was strange seeing him not so composed, but now he just couldn't look at Jimin in the eye anymore.

Even when Jimin raised his hand and slowly guided his face back to him, Yeosang refused to look at him.

Yeosang may be unbothered by many things, but now with Jimin staying with him he gets paranoid every second he doesn't see Jimin by his side; fearing that he got taken or killed. This literally drives him crazy, and if anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't know how he would even face Joshua.

It's a lot of pressure, and Jimin is starting to see that worry clear in his facial expression.

So wordlessly Jimin just nuzzles their foreheads together, letting his eyes flutter close with his thumb gently caressing his cheekbone in hopes that's enough for him to relax since words just don't go so well with Jimin.

Officially Yeosang's hand is off Jimin's neck, trailing it up to cradle his cheek instead.

It's funny how vocally they're not comforting type of people but they just somehow know how to make each other feel better, even without words. Their actions speak for themselves, almost as though they were fueling each other with energy to feel calm with wordless gestures to not make it feel so real.

Ironic how the one person who gets under their nerves are the only ones who are able to calm it down.

Truth is there's no telling where the two of them stand at this point, but they'd rather not even question it.

They have more important things to worry about after all.

Their complicated, whatever this is, can wait.

The elevator was a floor away from the penthouse suite and the intimate moment became too much. So boldly Yeosang cranes Jimin's face up and gently clasps their lips together.

It happened so smoothly and gently that Jimin didn't even feel tense by it at all. If anything he melted right into it, just as he always does.

This felt as though they were back outside the hallway all over again because they didn't just feel lust, they felt this type of tenderness that just felt so intoxicating to dig more into it. Just to discover what it is about their lips touching that makes that sizzling spark vibrate all over their bodies.

Especially their hearts.

No matter how many times Jimin has tried to find some sense to it, he couldn't.

But he liked the way it made him feel, almost alive.

He felt alive, odd how a single kiss can do just that.

It lasted until the bell rings and Yeosang pulls away, leaving the two to just stare at one another as the doors open behind them.

It took a bit of Yeosang's self motivation and Jimin shocked eyes to peel himself off Jimin and walk out of the elevator, with the other exhaling heavily but following behind him down the hallway and back into the suite.

The two didn't say anything. They knew if they were to open their mouths now, this would only cause a boiling fight and that's something neither of them are in the mood to do right now.

So Yeosang goes to the kitchen while Jimin goes to the bedroom, getting his towel and clothes ready to shower. Fortunately for him the bathroom is connected to the bedroom, so he didn't have to have an awkward encounter with Yeosang within this process.

Maybe Jimin stayed under the water a bit longer than he hoped, but that definitely is because of how he was jerking himself off while placing a hand to his mouth to not be so loud.

Guess fingering himself in the middle of the night would be too awkward, especially now, so mind as well ease this tension already in the bathroom. It wasn't really helping that he kept thinking of the other male staying in this same place, letting his imagination run to wild thoughts that the point Jimin had to bite his palm to hold back his moans.

He's so sexually frustrated that it hurts.

A lot.

Shit, Namjoon didn't even help distracting his mind and that says a lot.

Finally he's managed to release his load and clean himself up enough, he gets out of the shower and unfortunately puts clothes on.

Just for Yeosang's sake.

Hopefully he wouldn't mind the laced panties though, not like he'll see them now either way.

Once Jimin was done, he gets out of the bathroom and halts in his steps upon seeing Yeosang sitting patiently on the king sized mattress. He's on his phone and didn't even spare a look at Jimin when the other walked out of the bathroom, only moves past him and closes the door behind him.

Well..... This really did just got insanely awkward.

Well what did they expect honestly?

Jimin only sighs to the empty room as he adjusts his oversized black shirt to tug it lower down his bare legs, unable to handle sleeping in pants, and goes to brush his hair before diving into the silk sheets of the bed and takes his phone out.

Of course, multiple messages are displayed on his phone.

A couple from Yoongi.

One from Namjoon apologizing for what happened earlier.

Another from Seokjin wanting another round.

Hoseok inviting him to go to a bar, knowing perfectly well how that'll end up.

Not one from Joshua since he's probably busy, not like that's ever a problem.

Just the same shit.

Fuck! Jimin should get a new fucking number.

Annoyedly he slams his phone against the wall, obviously not breaking it, and snuggles to the pillow. Even if he's not tired, he just closes his eyes in hopes the world fades away slowly.

That reality will eventually fade away because he can't take more of this.

Sometimes talking to people isn't exactly something Jimin likes to do all of the time, just like now he likes to be alone and be in his own world without disturbance.

Sadly thy never happens.

It felt like an alarm just flickered off because the second the water from the bathroom shuts off, Jimin shoots his eyes open with his back to the door.

Yeosang is done.

Here comes the moment of truth.

Hearing the door creaking behind him isn't exactly something he enjoys listening to, but after all he hears is the sound of ruffling and suddenly the lights are flickers off. The bed dips to the other far end, still close enough for Jimin to feel it, and then it was just silent.

So they are sleeping together, great.

Jimin couldn't sleep now.

Judging by Yeosang's breathing, that's not a sleeping pattern, he's still awake.

Most likely looking up at the ceiling.

Neither of them could say anything, and it's one of those times where words aren't even needed.

Yet somewhat necessary.

"Can't sleep?"

It's strange to think of Yeosang initiating a conversation like this, but it was definitely breaking a bit of the evident tension in the air between them.

Jimin gulps thickly and slowly turns to his other side, seeing how Yeosang is facing the ceiling intently.

Guess he knows him a bit too much.

"No," Jimin says quietly, letting his eyes fall to the black sheets, "Kinda hard to when there's a target over my head."

Yeosang didn't say anything instantly, but he does slowly turn to his side too to meet Jimin's line of sight.

"Man, you must be regretting your birthday tremendously."

"Oh without a doubt."

And just like that, through the darkness of the night with the moon peaking through the curtains, they could see each other's small smiles.

Even if they couldn't see it properly, it was still there. The memory of that day Jimin met this boy, filled with a lot of baggage and has only caused him nothing but trouble.

Yet he has managed to do something many he failed to do.

Make Jimin smile.

It's been a while since Jimin has smiled before, and did it feel..... Nice.

Sure they're making fun of their situation now, but there's nothing much to do besides that in order to give light into the darkness.

And that light was the small flame glowing between them from inside their souls, that they have tried hard to block with shadows to not reveal the life slowly being brought back into their lives.

That only has only blossomed the more they linger onto each other.

It felt warm, they both felt warm. Somehow the space between them was growing more and more smaller until they were face to face, now seeing their eyes much more perfectly.

It has became such a strange habit for Yeosang to just touch Jimin in some way. It's almost as though his body reacts before his mind could even catch up, letting that fragile need for physical contact glow on its own. That's the only explanation for it since his hand once again found Jimin's cheek, loving the way the side of Jimin's face fits so perfectly against his hand.

Even his palm is warm against Jimin's skin, unable to help himself from closing his eyes and let's his full lips gently peck his hand.

Yeosang only continues to rub Jimin's skin with his thumb, almost in as though he's protecting him in a small gesture, making Jimin even feel a shiver run down his spine by the strange delicacy of this moment alone.

They're never this delicate and it's strange to say the least.

In a good way.

Jimin is not use to this type of tenderness, it almost feels foreign, but in a way it's like his body enjoys it.

To have someone make him feel vulnerable or delicate, just with a simple touch and not works.

Have someone make him feel strong yet vulnerable, a balance of the two and to still feel that it's okay to express it.

When Jimin gently opened his eyes again, he couldn't help himself from placing a hand over Yeosang's hand against his cheek before gulping thickly.

"Would it be too much to ask of you to kiss me again?"

Yeosang stares intently to Jimin's lips now but then slowly looks back to him, tugging a frown to his own mouth.

"I don't..... I don't do night stands Jimin-"

"Not that," Jimin whispers and leans up, just so their faces are close, "Just kiss me. We don't have to do anything more."

Yeosang is clearly restraining himself back just by how his hand drops from Jimin's face and to his side, gripping his hip a bit too tightly in almost a way to keep himself grounded.

And he slowly shakes his head, "I won't control myself Minnie," His breathe hitches the second he said that, "I mean Jimin, sorry-fuck, you're not letting me think properly."

That's just Jimin's charm, seducing.

Getting into someone's head and fucking up with their thoughts, almost manipulative but in a lustful way.

That's the thing Jimin didn't want; he didn't want Yeosang to be manipulated by Jimin's seductive nature.

If something happens Jimin didn't want to have to try in order for it to happen, he wants it to happen naturally, where they want each other without restraint.

Without pushing or attempting anything, just a natural pull of desire for each other.

So Jimin only wraps his arms around his neck, laying his face against chest with a heavy exhale, slowly closing his eyes.

"Don't worry, I can wait," Jimin murmurs quietly, letting himself frown to Yeosang's natural scent, "Just so you know, I'm done playing. This isn't about winning or losing, pride or satisfaction for me anymore. If I want to have sex with you it's because I want you and I desire for you. I may hate your guts but my guts clearly wants you. I believe the only way this tension will stop is if we just get it over with. I've thought about that often, but it's easier said than done."

Just by the pounding heart beating against Yeosang's chest, Jimin could easily tell how affected he got by those words of honesty. It's been a while since Jimin has made this conclusion and it feels better letting it out rather than holding it in.

Good thing Yeosang didn't freeze on the spot as Jimin expected of him to do, instead he was rather comfortable by the position because he slowly wraps his arms around Jimin's waist with fingertips gliding against his skin from underneath the shirt.

His hand is still so warm and rough against Jimin delicate skin, and the goosebumps he left behind as a trail was clearly evident by his touch.

Jimin found himself liking this a bit too much.

"I see your point," Yeosang quietly agrees, more so hesitantly because that's definitely a first, "But Jimin...... I'm just not that type of person anymore. If we have sex than you're the only person I want to do it with, and I want the same in return. I have stopped with the flings a long time ago, now I just need someone to stay. Not like I'm asking for commitment but just..... I don't know because I don't even know where we stand."

Ah this talk.....

Jimin hates this type of talk....

A frown twitches his lips to his words and pulls away to look at his face, "I can't promise you that Yeosang..... I can't handle commitment or the feeling as though I'm committed to someone."

"I'm not asking you to date me Jimin," Yeosang sighs out tiredly, nuzzling their foreheads back together, "I just...... If I do it with someone I want to be sure that they'll stay in my life now; Whether it be as friends, partners, enemies, etc. I've had people come and go, but no one to genuinely stay. Your world runs too fast, and knowing me I won't be able to handle myself from ripping someone's head off if I see you fucking someone when we have fucked before. That's just the way I am because the second my dick goes inside you, you're mine. And I know you're not ready for that."

In some way Jimin can see where Yeosang is coming from. He's close to a helpless romantic in a way, but more possessive. If he starts something with someone, he wants it to only be with that one person. Having sex may not be a big deal for Jimin but for Yeosang he wants to be intimate with someone who he knows won't leave and he can trust to want only him.

That they can be satisfied with only him, and not abandon his heart.

Exactly what Jimin is an expert on; Leaving.

They're just so different.

No matter how badly they want to attack each other to fill their desires, they're just not meant for that. It's only going to lead with both of them being in pain somehow.

They have both been through enough pain to deal with more.

So Jimin tells himself this over and over again, suppressing his urges before slowly nodding.

"You're right. Who am I thinking? This tension is getting to my head," Jimin says quietly and slowly pulls away completely, looking awkwardly at him one last time before turning around so his back is to Yeosang, "Stay in your side."

"Jimin-"

"This doesn't change anything," Jimin huffs, closing his eyes, "Fuck off."

He doesn't have to keep his eyes open to see Yeosang's eye roll, shuffling so his back is to him as well.

"Such a stubborn ass."

"Prick."

"Asshole."

"Bastard."

"Fucker."

"I can't fucking stand you!" Jimin growls irritatingly now, "Can you just shut up and stop fighting me!"

"Can you stop initiating a fight!"

Jimin has to grip the sheets tightly to hold himself back from swinging his fists to the other male beside him, keeping his eyes closed instead.

The air is back to being silent and after a few moments he can hear a few grunts, that followed by a heavy sigh and an annoyed huff.

"Look.... I'm sorry," Well that's a first, "When you give me attitude it pisses me off. I can't help but snap back," Yeosang says sincerely but quietly, fueling Jimin to relax slowly on the bed.

Since when did they get this emotional? It's not like Jimin cares, he's doesn't get butt hurt by it when someone tells him off, but he's not use to an apology.

Either they're growing too soft or too weak.

Whatever it is, should be cut down immediately.

That's why Jimin snuggles on the pillow much more comfortably, trying not to let his heart feel warm, "Just sleep, please."

Nothing more was said after that, but in some way both of them were able to sleep much more peacefully than they have ever before in years.

Despite their strong holds against their pillows, wishing it was just a body to cling onto so the world can fade away completely for a night.

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A/N:
Recently I got a new dog and to say I have been sleep deprived would be an understatement.

I feel like a mother.

So if I haven't updated more often, I've been taking care of my dog. And classes starts tomorrow so updating will probably less frequent.

Ahh summer was nice while it lasted haha

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