MILKY TEA.

     JIMIN IS RUDELY awoken by the sound of car horns and shouting outside his apartment, a warm body next to him under the covers, all caramel skin and deep black hair styled into a mullet, and an arm around jimin's waist. he's naked under the covers, they both are; racking his mind for a name isn't that hard, because kim taehyung's possibly the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

the warm bodied boy turns over, hair in his eyes and lips puffy from kissing jimin ferociously the night before, and jimin can glimpse the skimpy skirt he'd been wearing, now discarded across the room. all the artistic inspiration jimin's been semi-lacking in the last week floods back into his body all at once, something akin to a cocaine rush coursing through his crimson veins as he jumps out of bed like he actually has somewhere to be, his notebook and pencil easily found even amongst all the rubble and debris of his life that litter his small apartment.

taehyung turns over, still enjoying a bit more than forty winks underneath jimin's soft sheets, hair splayed out onto his beautiful features, lips parted in breath. jimin quickly places the sketchbook down, a drawing idea blooming as he runs to the kitchen and puts the kettle onto the gas for tea, still stark bollock naked. he grabs his dressing gown ( most expensive thing he owns, £15 and warm as anything ), throws it haphazardly over his body, and rushes back to his bedroom, pulling a chair near the bed, hoping taehyung won't wake even with the sounds of a crooning diva emanating from jimin's record player, 'cause he needs music to accompany his art.

taehyung's body comes to life on jimin's sketchbook page, three different sketches becoming real before his hazel eyes: one of taehyung's hands gripping the bedsheets last night as jimin's body danced with his, the sounds that he was making coming back to the artist's mind and making him smirk; the second is taehyung's collarbones and neck leading up to his chin, marked up with jimin's lipmarks and lovebites, bruises on his beautiful caramel skin, and jimin remembers his whimpers, remembers how he pressed his fingernails into taehyung's thighs as he bit his neck and collarbones and painted him pretty; the third sketch is him now, laying on his side with a hand holding the sheet up to his face, eyes shut and hair prettily messed up, and jimin wants to kiss him.

the kettle boils in the kitchen, and jimin leaves to go make tea, hoping that taehyung likes his tea strong and sugary because he isn't about to wake him. hair mussed and an unlit cigarette between his lips as he returns to the bedroom with two cups of tea, nearly blanching when he sees that taehyung's awoken in the five minutes he left, and that he's holding jimin's sketchbook between his delicate, slim fingers, gently ghosting the page with his fingertips.

"hey," jimin says softly, closing the door behind him with his foot. taehyung goes deer in the headlights, all big big eyes, mouth in an o, and jimin chuckles, sitting back in the chair he'd dragged over. "no need to look shaken, love. have some tea."

taehyung takes it hesitantly, and jimin can't help but think that the boy seems like this is unusual, this amicable, caring moment after sex; it's fairly foreign to jimin, too, he'll admit, he doesn't make tea for just about anyone. but today, there's some sort of fire ignited in his chest, and he feels warm and happy and caring... so, he made tea.

"y-your drawings— they're gorgeous," taehyung's personality now is such a stark contrast to the flirty, confident mini-skirt wearing boy jimin had bought home last night; you could almost believe they're different people. maybe jimin slept with his identical twin? ( don't laugh, it's happened before ).

"oh, uh, thank you," jimin can't help but smile, picking the sketchbook back up. "yeah, i hope you don't mind — i like to draw beautiful people. and you're pretty."

taehyung hides his rosebud cheeks behind his mug, taking a sip of the steaming tea. "do you — um, do you draw people you sleep with?"

jimin blinks, wondering how on earth taehyung had figured it. he coughs, brushing his hand through his hair. "matter of fact, yeah. 's that bother you?"

taehyung's eyes are all big dinner plates, whites big and sparkling and wow, he's adorable. he shakes his head, tapping his fingers on the side of his mug. "n-no, no, not at all. it's just — my friend gene said you shag a lot of people. i dunno."

jimin laughs. "gene's like that. d'you want some bickies¹ with that tea?"

"um, yeah, that'd be nice. got any hob nobs?" taehyung asks, and jimin scoffs; course he has hob nobs, what does he look like, an animal? he goes and grabs a half-finished packet from the cupboard, returning to the bedroom. taehyung looks more relaxed, the sheets falling off his bare torso, revealing a few black tattoos scattered on his skin that jimin hadn't noticed in the heat of the moment last night, spattering of freckles and moles adorning his skin like jewelry.

"thanks," taehyung says timidly, taking two biscuits, nursing the tea. jimin absentmindedly shades the knuckles on his drawing of taehyung's hands, his fingers long and adorned with rings. taehyung coughs slightly, and jimin looks up. "um, don't take this badly, like, but — why are you being so nice to me?"

jimin's eyes widen, looking at the boy with an almost motherly expression. people aren't nice to this boy? people aren't nice to that sweet, shy smile, that gentle voice, those pretty eyes and that endearing sarcasm that drips from him like honey? jimin blinks, his mouth opening slightly, then closing, like a goldfish. "p-people aren't nice to you, usually?"

taehyung shrugs, dunking his biscuit info the mug of tea. "i mean, i guess not... i mean, i'm just someone to shag, aren't i? kick me out of bed the next day 'n all that... i'm usually halfway home by now."

jimin can't believe what he's hearing.

"i don't really mind," taehyung says, but jimin can tell he does, he just doesn't know any different to this 'kicked out of bed in the morning' attitude people have towards him. "it's—it's just kinda weird, y'know? no one fucks you hard like that, 'nd then gives you tea and hob nobs in bed the next day... you get it."

jimin sighs, and abandons his sketchbook on the floor, getting onto the bed and sitting beside taehyung, who looks at him curiously, eyes sparkling. jimin takes his hand, intertwining their fingers like a knot. he lifts the hand gently to his mouth, and presses the softest of kisses to taehyung's gorgeous skin. "you're beautiful, you know?" he whispers, and taehyung's cheeks flush like blooming tulips. "so fucking beautiful. you don't deserve being treated like that."

jimin doesn't know what he's saying, why he's saying it, but something about this supposed no-strings-attached shag feels like a lot more than just that. he feels something in his chest, a certain fiery feeling that he just can't shake. he cups taehyung's cheek, brushes his thumb across the smooth skin, and pulls him close so their lips can meld together, and it's bonfire night, it's guy fawkes in flames on the top of the fire pile, it's gold and it's fireworks and it explosions. taehyung moans softly into jimin's lips when he sucks on taehyung's plush bottom lip, biting it with a smirk, his hands carving patterns into the skin of taehyung's shoulder blades, soft and careful. taehyung's made of porcelain, he's delicate as jimin's grandma's special china tea set, he should be locked away from the touch of dirty humans who could break his brittle bones and tear out his beautiful heart, he should be kept safe and away from prying, disgusting, perverted eyes that want nothing more than to defile him.

taehyung lies beneath him, and jimin thinks he's golden. he's a love song, he's elvis's can't help falling in love, he's all those good ol' fashioned loverboys freddie sings about, he's just pure gold in a city full of shit and jimin wants to drown himself in his kiss.

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written – 050519

BRIT VOCAB
¹bickies: slang for biscuits ( oh, and btw, if you don't know, hob nobs are DELICIOUS oaty biscuits if you get a chance TRY THEM )

AUTHOR'S NOTE
jimin with most of his hookups:

jimin with tae:

vmin are SOFT jimin is WHIPPED taehyung is PROBABLY CONFUSED and guess what's gonna happen next chapter
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also do y'all want more jeongguk cause he also part of this story and i wanna develop his character a LOT so uh yeah i love my smol irish kiddo

thank you for reading!!! can't believe we're at like 2k isn't that NUTS!!! thank you all sososoSO much!! i love you!!

— love, jace