#vminfic

"Your face is red," Jimin says, leaning even closer. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Y-Yes!" Taehyung squeaks unnaturally high, scrambling away from Jimin. His heart can't take anymore.

“I need to die, like right now, Hobi,” Jimin whines into the cotton of Hoseok’s shirt.

Jimin doesn’t even need to hear the “Why?” to spill.

“Tae-Professor Kim, he found out I snuck into his lecture,” Jimin whimpers, voice high-pitched.

“I-uh wanted to-buy the painting.” Taehyung stuttered upon the sight of the painter. He is smaller than him, but with very good physique, not to mention he’s got eyes Taehyung has never seen anything like it.

“Daddy,” he says now, and he looks close to tears already, pout fixed on his face and eyes cast down, “I’m mad at you.”

“Why, angel?” Taehyung asks, smoothing Jimin’s hair down and bringing him closer all at once.

“You make me so crazy in just seconds” Jimin whined and buried his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “How’d I get so lucky, huh? That I’m your boyfriend?”

“You stole my paper and got your Park Jimins all over my Kim Taehyungs. The rest is history” 

The guy sweeps his thumb over Taehyung's lips, and Taehyung keeps his shudder suppressed.

"I'll see you then, Kim Taehyung," says the guy. He withdraws and stands up to walk away, just like that.

“Oh, I see,” Taehyung grinned after studying Jimin’s expression for quite a while. He squinted a little, suddenly looking a bit predatory. “You’re attracted to me.”

“W-what? No!” Jimin untangled himself from Taehyung’s grip as fast as possible.