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graciouskoo · 5 years ago

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ships in the night

vmin

canon compliant

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my first fic i’ve ever posted!

taehyung, truthfully, had always been a little bit afraid of the world. he used to look around with big, kind eyes, always eager to learn, but always scared of knowing too much. he’d never known how to dream. he was always too scared to let himself hope for great things.

and then, he met jimin. jimin who was the same age as taehyung, who had chubby cheeks but a muscular body. jimin, who’s eyes could change in a split second, who’s laughter was infections and quickly became taehyung’s favorite sound.

it had been so easy to love jimin. to want to wake up and want to talk to him before doing anything else. taehyung had never had a best friend. he was so lucky jimin was his first one. they would wake up, put on their uniforms and go to school together. they would get to the practice room and dance and sing and sweat together. they would get back to the dorms in the early hours of the morning and lay in bed together - the same bed- and hold hands while they whispered secrets to each other. jimin would dry tae’s silent tears, and taehyung would hug jimin so tight he drowned his scary thoughts for a while until he fell asleep.

between those restless nights and the days of laughter, taehyung learned how to dream. and he dreamed so much, so big. he dreamed of making it, of becoming a singer with his brothers by his side. he dreamed of doing art, painting and photographing and being recognized for it. he dreamed of all of this, jimin always by his side, offering warm hugs and gentle caresses when the world became to much an taehyung needed to be grounded. jimin who was so bright, so smart. jimin who taehyung loved like no one before him.

one night, a year into their careers, taehyung crawled into jimin’s bed, laced their fingers together and took a deep breath.

“do you think we’ll make it?” he asked. he’d asked this question a million times before, always avoiding jimin’s eyes.

“i know we’ll make it,” jimin answered, without skipping a beat. he grabbed taehyung’s chin gently with his free hand and looked into his eyes. “i promise you we’ll make it taehyung-ah.”

“how can you be so sure?” taehyung questioned again. jimin rolled his eyes fondly and scoffed lightly.

“because we’re together. all seven of us have worked so hard, we’ve come so far. and because, taehyungie, i have you, and you have me.”

“and that’s enough?” taehyung pressed again.

“it’s everything, tae. it’s all we need. all i need.” jimin replied with finality. he squeezed taehyung’s hand and looked at him with a glint in his eyes taehyung couldn’t really read before looking away. he rested his head against taehyung’s chest, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost immediately. taehyung was glad, because it meant he didn’t feel his heart hammering mysteriously in his chest.

as it turns out, jimin was right. jimin is always right, taehyung has learned, even when he isn’t. they’d made it, together. they’d practiced and performed and recorded and cried of happiness and pain on repeat for years. they’d laughed so much but they’d also fought so hard. jimin was petty and taehyung was proud, and they would push each other to the limit until they were both red in the face and crying in anger and frustration. sometimes, the arguments were so bad, they’d have to leave the dorm all day and another member (usually seokjin) would have to mediate until one of them gave out and apologized. granted, it was usually jimin, but tae would always cry in the end too, apologizing and claiming he didn’t mean what he said.

that’s how it was for years, always taehyung and jimin. jimin and taehyung. until, one day, taehyung got an acting gig. he was so happy, so exited to do something different, to challenge himself and do this right. he sat his members down with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes shining, claiming he had to make a big announcement. they’d been so exited for him, especially seokjin, who gave him a warm hug and wiggled him in his arms, telling him he was so eager to see his dongsaeng act, live on his dream. taehyung, admittedly a little embarrassed but ultimately satisfied with the response, turned to jimin, prepared to receive the bone crushing hug that would probably make him fall on his butt. when their gazes met though, all of taehyung’s hopes came crashing down. jimin was smiling lightly, the kind of smile that didn’t meet his eyes that he sometimes gave reporters and rude interviewers, but never taehyung. until now.

“congratulations, taehyung-ah. i’m sure you’ll do great,” he said, his voice tight, before he excused himself to do something.

taehyung was frozen for a second. silence fell upon the living room, everyone sensing the tension.

“okay, what do you say we go get some food to celebrate, taehyung-ah? hyung’s treat,” yoongi said, putting his hand on tae’s shoulder and squeezing. he accepted numbly, and sat down the entire dinner thinking about jimin’s reaction.

when they got home, taehyung crawled into jimin’s bed, following their usual routine. this time, jimin didn’t turn around to acknowledge him. he didn’t give up, and spooned his small best friend before speaking quietly.

“why aren’t you happy for me?” and okay, maybe that wasn’t the best way to word it, but taehyung was a little hurt, sue him.

“i am happy for you tae. i’m so proud. i’m just- i’ll miss you yeah?” he answered, his voice cracking at the end.

“i’m not going anywhere jimin, it’s just a few weeks of filming, and then everything will go back to normal,” taehyung tried to console him.

jimin didn’t reply. he turned his head lightly to look at taehyung, smiled softly, and turned back around to sleep. he laced his and taehyung’s fingers together and squeezed harder then usual.

they were different after that. taehyung was busy and tired, and jimin was cranky. the acting world was much scarier than taehyung had anticipated, and he was so grateful to his hyungs who’d helped him get around and taught him tricks. he found himself meeting new people all the time, making connections, hanging out with his cast. he saw jimin and his members only during practice, because when he got back to the dorms he was always too tired and all he could do was sleep.

even then, taehyung would find himself thinking about jimin all the time. he thought about him when something funny happened on set and he wanted to tell him about it, when he went somewhere and immediately thought he wanted to take jimin with him. even with all the people he met, jimin was still taehyung’s best friend. the person he loved most.

when filming ended and taehyung went back to his normal schedule, jimin seemed to go back to who he was before. the light in his eyes was back and his eyes sparkled. he clung to taehyung more than usual, but he had no complaints. the other members, especially jungkook, would look at them with a certain smugness that taehyung didn’t like and would often scoff at, his cheeks burning in embarrassment even if he didn’t know why.

a few more years passed, and taehyung forgot about that period in his life where jimin wasn’t with him, ignoring the hollow feeling he would get whenever he thought about it. they got big in the west, and went on a few world tours that felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from. jimin and taehyung were still jimin and taehyung, as happy and close as always, even if lately, taehyung had been feeling this weird feeling in his belly lately every time jimin smiled at him and held his hand tightly. he ignored it for the most part, because jimin had always made him feel warm and safe. they were on a world tour, he had other things to focus on and other feelings to invest his thoughts in.

that excuse- because taehyung would find out later that it was totally an excuse- didn’t work anymore when they went on their break. all of a sudden, after years of not leaving each others side, jimin was on the other side of the world, strolling through the streets of paris and walking around hawaiian islands, this time without taehyung. he went on a trip with his hyungs on a boat, and still couldn’t stop thinking about jimin. when the sun went down and he laid on the pope of the boat, looking up at the sky filled with stars because there was no pollution, all he could think about was his best friend. his soulmate. he missed him so much, it hurt so bad. he wanted to talk to him everyday, all the time. he wanted to fly out to paris to be with him. to eat ice cream and take funny pictures in front of the murals.

taehyung didn’t call. he couldn’t explain why, he just didn’t.

when they came back from their break and went to new zealand to film bon voyage, taehyung felt like he was on cloud nine, because it was them again. it was them playing around in the snow, and cooking together while acting out a drama and climbing mountains while jimin rambled cutely. it was the best vacation of his life, even if he was exhausted all the time.

they came back and things got even better. jimin surprised him one day with a song he’d written himself. it was about them. it was for them. taehyung couldn’t help but tear up at the lyrics. “hello my alien,” jimin wrote. he remembered how much he’d cried about people calling him that, making him feel so left out, so uncomfortable in his own skin. jimin had dried his tears, held his face in his tiny hands and kissed his forehead softly.

“my little alien. that’s what i love the most about you, you know? you’re unlike anyone i’ve ever met. i’m so lucky to have you,” jimin had said. he had no idea. taehyung was the lucky one.

they had fun leaving each other little messages while they recorded the song, always giggling in anticipation to see what dumb joke the other had recorded the previous day.

when the song was finished, taehyung laid in his bed and listened to it for hours, tears streaming down his face the entire time.

he loved jimin. he loved him so much for so long, it was so easy to not notice that he was in love with him. that he always had been. jimin was his best friend, the brightest person he’d ever met. the one he wanted to be with always. the realization felt like soothing lotion on a bad sunburn, healing an ache that had been there for years but that taehyung had diligently ignored.

he woke up the next day and wrote the song in 20 minutes. “sweet night”, he called it. when he finished, he started at the lyrics he had typed furiously into the notes of his phone and cried again. he was afraid, but ultimately, he was so in love. he knew jimin would never push him away even if he didn’t feel the same. suddenly energized, he headed to the studio to record the melody he had in his mind.

the song was far from over, still needing backing vocals and a more polished guitar, but it was just what taehyung needed. he saved the file in his phone and headed back to the apartment.

jimin was in the living room when taehyung got back, and before he said anything, he grabbed his hand and led him to his room.

“taehyung, what’s going o-“ jimin started but was cut short abruptly when taehyung spoke.

“i wrote you a song. i want you to listen to it and be honest with me and tell me what you think, okay?” he rushed through the words, out of breath. he was more nervous than he thought, the palms of his hands and temple sweating profusely.

“i’m always honest with you taehyungie. come on, play it,” jimin replied and jumped a little in excitement.

taehyung presses play without think about it too much in case he wanted to chicken out. he regretted it the second jimin’s eyes teared up when taehyung’s singing stared.

“jiminie, what-“

“shh silly, let me hear,” jimin said sternly ignoring the tears in his eyes.

the more time passed, the stronger jimin’s crying got, and taehyung could only take so much before he started crying too, his confidence gone, now replaced with anxiety that made its way into his belly and stayed there.

when the song ended, they were both quiet for a minute until jimin spoke.

“is this for me? or someone else?”

“it’s for you,” taehyung replied immediately. “i mean, i wrote it for you. but it’s okay if you don’t- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.”

“and how do you feel?” jimin asked, his lower lip wobbling. taehyung wanted to throw up.

“what? i mean you heard,” he said.

“no i didn’t. you said you wanted to pull me closer. you said you felt more. i need to hear it taehyung. how do you feel?” they were both crying now, and taehyung felt so lost.

“i’m in love with you, jimin. i think i always have been, but like i said, you don’t have to reciprocate,” he said and jimin let out a sob. he punched taehyung in the arm, but it has no real malice behind it.

“you fool. kim taehyung. you stupid, stupid man,” jimin said and taehyung felt his heart fall out of his chest. he started to move away but jimin held on to him. “it took you so long. god, taehyung, i’ve been waiting so long.”

“what?” taehyung asked dumbly because he didn’t expect this.

“i told myself i was going to wait until you were ready but i didn’t think it was going to take seven fucking years,” jimin continued and taehyung wanted to scream.

“what do you mean seven years? are you saying you feel the same?” taehyung asked, his voice vulnerable and broken.

“of course i feel the same, tae. i’ve always been in love with you, but i knew you needed time. i knew you had to be the one to realize. i just. i love you so much, i’m so happy,” he said, his tears subsiding. taehyung, however, couldn’t stop crying. jimin took him into his arms and kissed his hair softly.

“i’m so sorry jimin. i’m so sorry you had to wait so long. oh my god, the people i dated, i’m so sorry, jimin. i’m so sorry.” jimin hushed him softly.

“my baby. my taehyung. please don’t feel guilty. i’ve always been yours. i always will be. please don’t cry, sweet boy, i love you so,” he said and taehyung took a few deep breaths before he could calm down.

when he finally stopped crying, he raised his head and cupped jimin’s face with his hand. jimin’s breath hitched, blush covering the cheeks taehyung loved so much. he couldn’t help but smile.

“can i kiss you, please?” he said and jimin swallowed visibly, nodding.

they’re lips met, and jimin let out a little whimper that had taehyung whimpering in return. they kissed sweetly, chastely, until jimin broke out in a smile and they were giggling into the kiss, taehyung feeling warm all over, the fear he’d always carried with him in his chest slowly finally dissolving.

“you know, i’m so lucky. this was worth the wait. you were with every second i had to wait. i love you.” jimin said.

“i love you more,” he said. i’m the lucky one, taehyung thought, not for the first time, as he leaned in to kiss jimin again, and again and again, until there was nothing on his mind but jimin’s lips on his. everything else was underwater, and taehyung was in love.

#bts #vmin #bts fluff #friends to lovers #canon compliant #kim taehyung #park jimin #sweet night #vmin fic #vmin oneshot

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