Find Me In the Dark
Written by: @Lunarelle
Summary:
Taehyung and Jimin have feelings. There's a hotel room. Fun happens.

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You flutter in the light
Like a butterfly
My fairy prince in the sun
Beautiful and sensual

Taehyung put his pen down and shook his head as he crumpled the paper he’d been writing on.

You have to stop this, he said to himself.

There was nothing that could ever happen between him and the one he was thinking about.

He laughed, the sound wholly without humor.

Had it been a woman, things might have been easier.

But he hadn’t been attracted to a woman in a long time. Not since he’d felt the first stirrings of lust for his best friend.

His best friend.

It was so cliché it was disgusting.

But Jimin was such a beautiful person that he hadn’t been able to help himself.

They were best friends. Soulmates. So strongly bonded that they’d made a pact to go into the military together and serve in the same branch so that they wouldn’t have to be separated.

The last time they’d been apart, he’d felt lost, even though he’d been with some of his other best friends. Something had been missing from his daily life. From his heart. He and Jimin had messaged each other every other day, and it had taken all of his self-control to not call him and beg him to drop his vacation plans and come home to him.

His phone vibrated and he picked it up, smiling, seeing a message from Jimin.

“Are you awake?” he was asking. “I can’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I’m awake. Wanna come over?” He sent the message and waited, hoping for a reply, but none came.

A minute later, however, there was a knock at his door.

Apprehensive, he went to open it, not ready in the slightest for what he would see there.

Jimin, wearing a plain white Balenciaga logo shirt, black sweatpants, and flip flops. The clothes had been tailored for him, so he looked breathtaking even in the simple outfit, his beauty knocking Taehyung sideways for a moment.

He swallowed.

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Jimin could hardly breathe. He’d battled with himself more and more over the past few months, reminding himself that no matter what he felt for his best friend, nothing could happen between them.

I want you to tell me your story, Tae.   Tell me everything.   Tell me that you want to share the rest of your life with me and that we will never leave each other.

Tell me that you love me.

“We match,” he said quietly, nodding to Taehyung’s black sweatpants and white Celine shirt.

Taehyung looked down at himself, then over at Jimin, “We do,” he said, smiling and moving aside to let him in.

Jimin stepped into the room, inhaling Taehyung’s scent as he walked by him. One of his fists was clenched tightly to keep himself from doing something drastic, something he wouldn’t be able to take back.

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

Taehyung nodded, “I was about to go to bed,” he said. “You’re welcome to stay here for the night if you want.”

Stay for the night? And sleep in Taehyung’s bed? He didn’t know if he’d be able to do that, but he couldn’t imagine leaving now that he was there. They’d slept in the same bed on countless occasions, though, there was no reason for this to be any different for either of them. “Thanks,” he said finally.

“How  come you can’t sleep? You looked so tired at dinner I thought you were going to pass out at the table.”

A shrug, “I have no idea. I could hardly stay awake earlier, and now my brain won’t shut itself off. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I know.” Taehyung turned off the overhead lights, only leaving the one by his nightstand on as he got into bed. He watched as Jimin got in as well, not getting close enough to touch him.

Jimin felt Taehyung’s eyes on him and almost smiled. He knew the drill when it came to sleeping in Taehyung’s bed: Taehyung had to hold something when he slept because he suffered from terrible nightmares. Generally, a pillow worked just fine, but he did better if he could hold someone as he slept.

“D’you want to hold me?” asked Jimin quietly.

There was gratefulness in Taehyung’s brown eyes. He’d woken up crying the previous morning, although he could hardly remember the nightmare he’d had. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you.” He turned off the light and scooted closer to Jimin, feeling him doing the same.

Jimin settled into Taehyung’s arms, closing his eyes. “Goodnight,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Jimin,” said Taehyung quietly, closing his eyes as well.

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Jimin awoke in the middle of the night with Taehyung wrapped around him like an octopus. Both of them were warm despite the air conditioning in the room, and he could definitely feel something hard pressing against his hip.

“Oh, my love,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against Taehyung’s temple. “You mean everything to me.” He kissed Taehyung’s forehead as softly as he could, forcing himself not to let his lips linger. “You’re my gravity. My center. My everything.”

Taehyung let out a small gasp that caused Jimin to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Jiminah…” he whispered.

In the dim light of the room, Jimin saw that Taehyung was awake. His heart gave a near-audible thump in his chest and he began to shake, part of him wanting to run while the rest of him couldn’t think about leaving Taehyung, not ever.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a trembling voice. “Did I wake you?”

Taehyung shook his head, “No. I… I got warm. Would you mind if I took off my pajama?”

“No, baby, go ahead.”

Jimin was glad that his bad eyesight kept him from seeing his soulmate clearly as he undressed. He knew him well enough as it was, and seeing his body outlined by the moonlight was enough to dry his throat.

“You’re warm, too, Minah.”

“Do you want me naked or something?” asked Jimin, not entirely joking.

“I don’t want you to get too hot, especially if I’m wrapped around you.”

Jimin felt his soulmate’s fingers on the hem of his shirt, pulling slightly. He took a deep breath and lifted his arms above his head, “Go ahead.”

Taehyung hesitated for only a second before he pulled off Jimin’s shirt, which was slightly damp. Jimin shivered, not only because of the cooler air hitting his skin, but because of the feel of Taehyung’s hand brushing against him.

“My sleeping shorts, too?” Jimin asked him.

Making a small sound in the back of his throat, Taehyung pulled those down Jimin’s legs. This time, Jimin didn’t hallucinate his soulmate’s touch over his thighs, then his calves. It was soft, like a ghost’s caress.

A minute later, they found themselves in each other’s arms again with only the top sheet over their bodies. Taehyung mouthed at his neck, unable to help himself from seeking comfort in him.

“Tae,” he whispered. “We need to sleep. We have to rehearse for the show tomorrow.”

“I heard you, you know.”

Jimin turned his head, his nose brushing gently over Taehyung’s, “Yeah, I figured you had.”

Taehyung angled his head and leaned forward, catching Jimin’s lips with his in a soft kiss.

“Taehyungie…”

“Just for a little while. Please? I need you.”

Jimin’s mind was reeling. Taehyung had kissed him. It had happened before, completely by accident, their lips touching when they played around. But this, this had been deliberate. His Taehyung, his soulmate, his everything… had kissed him.

“You need me?” he repeated.

“And I know you need me, too.”

Jimin couldn’t deny that. He definitely wanted to be with Taehyung in every possible way. He’d dreamed it, had written hidden songs about it, but he never thought that his feelings would ever be reciprocated.

“It doesn’t have to count,” continued Taehyung. His fingers itched to roam down Jimin’s body, but he forced himself to keep steady. “We can just do it tonight, in the dark, and nobody will know. We won’t talk about it in the morning or anything.”

“Do… it? I’m gonna need you to clarify what you mean.”

Instead of speaking, Taehyung leaned forward again, kissing Jimin a second time. His soulmate didn’t resist, keeping his lips soft and opening his mouth when he felt Taehyung’s tongue.

Both of them gasped, and before Jimin knew what he was doing, he was pulling Taehyung closer, over his own body. The kiss deepened.

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As clouds hid the moon and the light all but disappeared, the two men explored each other by touch and taste.

Wrapped around Taehyung’s body, Jimin tried to keep his moans quiet as pleasure sparked up and down his spine and down to his toes. Taehyung’s thrusts were gentle, as though he couldn’t bear to move his pelvis away from Jimin’s, needing to stay connected as much as possible. Jimin undulated beneath him, squeezing him tightly, making him see a thousand and one new stars.

“Oh… Minah, baby, I don’t want to come yet…”

“You can always come again,” says Jimin, trying to hold back a moan. “Deeper, please, Tae-yah, deeper.”

Taehyung kissed him, “I’m balls-deep inside you, love. Am I not big enough?”

Jimin would have laughed, but Taehyung chose that moment to change the angle of his thrusts, hitting his prostate directly. He began to cry out, quite unable to help himself despite knowing that Seokjin’s room was right next to theirs.

“Oh… fuck, Tae-yah, you’re going to make me come… you’re going to make me come!”

“Do it, Jiminah. Come for me.”

Shaking his head, Jimin tried to hang on, wanting it to last. Now that he was with Taehyung, with Taehyung, he couldn’t imagine the two of them not doing this again for the rest of their lives. It was too good, too perfect, too… everything.

His orgasm came over him, refusing to remain at bay. His cock released streams of liquid white between their bodies just as Taehyung came deep inside him, muffling his cries against Jimin’s lips.

It was lightning coursing through their veins. Sensations unlike anything either of them had ever felt before. Bliss, yes, but the final and sweet release of something pent up for years.

Breathing heavily, Taehyung eased himself out of Jimin and rolled off of him.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “That was new.”

Jimin swallowed. He was incapable of speaking, his eyes closed as he attempted to come to terms with what had just happened.

He and Taehyung had made love. It hadn’t just been a fantasy whispered in his mind. It had been real, and it had been good. So good.

Amazing.

“What are you thinking about?”

“We just had sex…”

“Yeah, Minah, we did.”

Jimin licked his lips, the taste of Taehyung still lingering there, “And it doesn’t freak you out?”

”Should it?”

“Taehyungie…”

“It doesn’t freak me out because I love you, you know I do.”

“I love you, too, that’s not an issue…”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I think I made how I felt about this kind of clear.”

“And yet you’re freaking out over it.”

Jimin disentangled himself from Taehyung’s body and slipped out of bed. “We had sex. You were inside me!”

“And you loved it.” Taehyung got up and turned on the light, “You wanted me, Minah, or you wouldn’t have come here.”

“I didn’t come here for sex, though.”

“No, I didn’t say you did. But it happened, and I’m not ashamed of it.”

“You said it didn’t count in the dark.”

“Do you want it to count?”

“Tae—.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t regret what we did.”

“Come here, Jiminah.”

Jimin shook his head, backing away from Taehyung. His heart was beating too fast and it was making him shake and his head was fuzzy and he and Taehyung had just made love and—.

Taehyung stood and walked to him, not stopping until he had pinned him against the wall., “Minie, that is not what I asked you. Do. You. Want. It. To. Count?”

“I…” Jimin took a deep breath and crushed his trembling lips against Taehyung’s as a tear ran down his cheek. Taehyung pulled him close, kissing him back softly and rubbing his sides.

“Why are you crying?”

Jimin shook his head and kissed Taehyung again, his hand trailing down to touch his inner thigh. “I want it to count,” he whispered.

Taehyung pulled away briefly to look at him, “Then it counts.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. What, you thought you and I were going to make love only once? How well do you know me, baby?”

“I n-never thought you’d w-want to… then suddenly we were, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Jiminah. You found me.” He brought Jimin to the bed and grabbed his phone, chuckling at the message he saw there.

Seokjin: I love you both, I really do, but if you don’t stop moaning right now I’m going to kill you. Let me sleep!
“Does that mean we can’t make love again?” asked Jimin, wiping at his eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes were sparkling, “No. But it does mean you’ll need to be quiet during this round.”

Jimin began to grin, “Challenge accepted.”

The End

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