Good morning, you're leaving,

I'll see you in the evening.

 

“Taetae!” Taehyung's eyes snapped open as two small hands wrapped themselves around his ankles, threatening to pull him off the top bunk. “Maybe I'll carry out my threat and actually drag you off the bed today.”

 

“No!” cried Taehyung in mock horror, kicking out in defense either way. He learned a long time ago not to underestimate Jimin. He climbed off the top bunk, lightly slapping the messy chocolate-brown hair falling over his best friend's forehead.

 

“Park Jimin, you're stupid, you're horrible and you're the reason I always wake up feeling scared for my life,” chided the purple-haired boy as he blinked, struggling to awaken himself.

 

Thuds echoed around the room as a certain person outside knocked furiously on the door. “Kim Taehyung, if you are not up, I swear to god, I will kill you! And deny you the privilege of breakfast!”

 

“Sorry, Jinnie hyung, I'm up! I'll be out!” called Taehyung, shooting Jimin an Oops look.

 

Receding footfalls informed the boys that the older boy had decided to make his way to bug the others. Jimin grinned at Taehyung, his hand ruffling the younger boy's purple mop. “And you're welcome.”

 

My best friend, ‘till the end,

My better half, no pretend.

 

“You, 95 line, one team.”

 

Jimin walked over to Taehyung's side, whining, “Must I? He's an attention seeker!”

 

“Speak for yourself,” shot back the younger, bumping his hip against Jimin's and throwing the brunette off balance. “You're the one who wants to be the constant center of attention.”

 

“You're a drama queen,” snapped the older, turning away from Taehyung, who grinned back, “... But at least I can act.”

 

“Keep arguing, guys, it's helping us,” called Jeongguk boredly.

 

“Excuse you !” huffed Jimin, turning back to face the purple-haired boy, who possessed equal amount of determined light in his dark brown orbs. “So are we going to win this or what ?” he asked, holding out his fist.

 

Jeongguk gulped. That fist bump had sealed his fate.

 

Our language is sacred,

No people try to solve it.

 

Jimin: “Remember, Tae?”

Translation: “Remember that absolutely embarrassing moment of yours that I'm bringing up now because I like watching your cringe?”

 

Taehyung: “Yeah, of course I remember! That was so funny!”

Translation: “ I'm going to kill you for this later. ”

 

Jimin: “Taehyung is fifth in order of coolness.”

Translation: “I know Taehyung well enough to say that he is nowhere in the top three, but I love him enough to not put him last. Also, I know a certain Jeon Jungkook that I need to wreck revenge upon.”

 

Taehyung: “Jimin had pretty much raised me”.

Translation: “I'm grateful and all, but that's not going to stop me from being the arse I am to him. It's a sibling thing.”

 

Jimin: “I hate you, Taehyung.”

Translation: “Yes, I really do hate you, Tae, but I also do not see the possibility of living in a world without you.”

 

Taehyung: “Jimin's a pain.”

Translation: “He's a pain I'm happy to have no choice but to put up with.”

 

We're klutzy, but so lucky,

That I always have you to catch me.

 

“I'm okay… No, I'm not, no, I'm not!” Taehyung clutched onto Jimin's shoulders, the older sighing in exasperation and muttering something about “the fifty-fourth time".

 

“Why are you even trying?” groaned Jimin, glaring vehemently at the yellow and green roller skates strapped onto Taehyung's feet.

 

“For a sense of accomplishment,” explained the younger, sitting down heavily. “Kim Taehyung does not give up on challenges.”

 

“Well, if Kim Taehyung didn't accept challenges in the first place, he wouldn't be getting blisters on his feet while hankering after the sense of accomplishment ,” complained the brunette, stumbling as said challenge-acceptor latched onto him once again.

 

“I'll get it right eventually. Help me out, won't you? Everyone else has refused,” pouted Taehyung, puffing out his cheeks and widening his eyes in attempt to use cuteness as a weapon.

 

“I'm always last-choiced,” grumbled Jimin, nodding to show his consent nevertheless. After another seventy attempts (or so it felt like to Jimin), Taehyung was finally able to balance himself in the skates, spinning little circles around the room in joy.

 

“Jiminie, Jiminie, look at me!” squealed the purple-haired boy as he skated between beds, waving his hands around in a way that reminded the older of Rap Monster's seaweed dance.

 

Jimin, the look of a proud parent on his face, clapped in response, his features stretching into a tired grin. “Maybe tomorrow we'll go to the park nearby and see if you can do a little more than just going in circles.”

 

“I don't mind going in circles,” shrugged Taehyung, braking to a stop. “After all, the earth is round.”

 

“You're so weird.” Jimin raised a hand to his forehead, worrying for the younger boy's sanity. “You're lucky I still love you.”

 

We're partners in crime,

You're stuck with me your whole life.

 

Taehyung raised his head ever so slightly, just enough to see whether the boy in the bed on the opposite side of the room was asleep. Receiving his confirmation, he leaned off the top bunk, clicking his tongue slightly to get Jimin's attention.

 

The boy in the lower bunk got up slowly, so as to not cause the bed to creak, and signaled to the face peering at him from the bunk above.

 

The purple-haired boy clambered down quickly, settling next to his best friend, who pulled out the laptop that he had been hiding under his covers.

 

Propping the device up on some pillows near the head of the bunk, Jimin whispered, “Got the split-input?”

 

“Like I'd forget,” scoffed Taehyung, handing over what looked like a three-legged tarantula. He giggled quietly, throwing a glance at the sleeping frame in the bed opposite. “We should sneak this into Hobi hyung's bed sometime, and see him freak out.”

 

Jimin plugged the split-input into the laptop, smiling as he amused himself with that thought. He placed a CD of what they had dubbed The Forbidden Movie into the ejected drive, “Let's finish this.”

 

There had been a time, while all seven of them had been trainees, when the older four had gone for a movie, only to come back and forbid the curious maknaes from ever watching that movie. Taehyung and Jimin had never forgotten that humiliation of being addressed as children, even when they were only a year younger. Every time they had dared to bring up the idea of watching it, the hyung line had shot down the idea, until the 95 line finally came up with a bright idea: to watch the movie without their hyungs’ permission. Tonight had been their chance. Their chance to finally watch The Forbidden Movie and end that parasitic curiosity once and for all.

 

Taehyung plugged the sets of headphones into the two different jacks, placing one over his own ears while handing the other pair over to the brunette. Pressing play on the movie, both boys sat engrossed, the excessive gore scenes sending Jimin burying his head in the shoulder of the younger boy, who watched all of it with a morbid fascination. Towards the end of the movie, Taehyung discovered that Jimin had fallen asleep on his shoulder, his entire body weight resting on the younger boy. Once the movie was over, the purple-haired boy removed both his and Jimin's headphones and kept them to the side.Being the Taehyung he was, he forgot to shut down the computer and climb up to his own bunk, and so when he woke up in the morning to five angry faces, he could do nothing but grin sheepishly.

 

Looking over at Jimin, who was just opening his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face, the younger boy laughed. “Don't mean to burst your bubble, but I think we might be in trouble.”

 

Jimin chuckled, shrugging slightly. “I think it was worth it.”

 

So different, out of our minds,

From the planet that's hard to find.

Every second, every day.

 

The others are out. I'm in the house with a water gun similar to the one next to this note. Whoever gets wet first buys dinner. Also, let's ignore how wrong that sounded.

 

—Taehyung

 

Jimin gripped the gun, shaking. One jump-scare would be enough to throw him, and he knew Taehyung knew that.

 

Shallow breaths barely touched Jimin's lungs as he stood frozen. He wasn't going to go search the house for Taehyung. He knew better.

 

He heard a small shuffling behind him and let loose a shriek, shooting blindly. At the same time, he felt the pierce of liquid hitting his shirt.

 

The light flicked on, revealing Taehyung and Jimin with identical evidences of water gun shooting on their shirts.

 

“I shot you first!” yelled the younger, while Jimin raised his voice to top his. “No way!”

 

“Did so.”

 

“Did not.”

 

“Did so .”

 

“Did not .”

 

“Did SO!”

 

“Did NOT!”

 

“DID SO!”

 

“DID NOT!”

 

Jimin pressed the trigger angrily, a cup on the dining table bearing the brunt of his attack, falling to the floor and shattering.

 

“Wasn't that Seokjin hyung's favourite mug?” asked the purple-haired boy, clapping a hand to his mouth, the evil satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “You're in trouble .”

 

“Well, you were the one who brought water guns into the house in the first place!” retorted the older, jabbing a finger at Taehyung as the younger gaped speechlessly. “Hey, if I'm going down, you're going down with me.”

 

The two stared at the remains of the Mario mug until Taehyung finally spoke. “So we just blame it on Namjoon hyung, then?”

 

Jimin shrugged, nodding slightly. “Like usual, I guess.”

 

You and me together,

Take on the world forever.

 

“Jimin.”

 

“No.”

 

“Jiminie.”

 

“No.”

 

“Chimchiminie.”

 

“ No. ”

 

Taehyung stared at the older boy, whose eyes remained fixed on the page of the book he was reading, though obviously unmoving. The purple-haired boy sat down on the couch over which his best friend was stretched out. “I said I'm sorry.”

 

“You don't mean that,” came the reply that fixed a frown on the younger boy's face. “Of course I mean that! Don't be like this, it was just a bracelet.”

 

“My favourite bracelet,” corrected Jimin, closing the book and glaring at Taehyung, who protested, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it! Besides, you have a whole closet of other accessories, yeah?”

 

“Is that supposed to help?” inquired the brunette, rolling his eyes and getting up. “You're not forgiven, Taehyung.” The younger boy, who was sick of the three-hour long arguing, tackled Jimin in a last ditch attempt to receive forgiveness.

 

The older boy tensed against Taehyung's touch, finding himself unable to move with the sudden new attachment around his waist. He tried to take a step forward, but Taehyung's knees were planted firmly on the ground, denying Jimin the privilege of locomotion.

 

“Let me go!” whined the brunette, trying to wriggle out of Taehyung's strong grip.

 

“Forgive me,” demanded the younger boy, looking up at Jimin, his face half-hidden in the thick fabric of the older boy's sweatshirt.

 

“No.”

 

“But you love me.”

 

“No.”

 

Taehyung smiled. “But you do love me.”

 

“No.”

 

“Please, please, please, Jiminie, I promise I won't ever touch your accessories again!” The younger boy bounced up and down a bit, causing the brunette to release a giggle. “Promise?”

 

“Yes. Am I forgiven?” grinned Taehyung, slightly releasing his grip on Jimin, who laughed. “Forgiven for what?”

 

“For throwing your bracelet out a window and watching it get run over a truck.” The purple-haired boy figured that since he was forgiven, it'd be okay to bring it up without a hint of remorse. The spasm of anger that flitted across Jimin’s face prompted Taehyung to quickly add, “...which was horrible and will never happen again.”

 

“You’re forgiven for that,“ nodded the brunette. “But you're not forgiven for possessing the ability of getting me to forgive you.”

 

I know all your secrets,

And I promise you I'm going to keep 'em.

 

“ Jung Hoseok? ” repeated Jimin for the nth time, with a tone just as disbelieving as the first time. The brunette stared at his grinning best friend, the fact still refusing to sink in.

 

“Hoseokie hyung likes you. Jung Hoseok likes Kim Taehyung. Taeseok is real.” Jimin's expression resembled one of a man who had recently been struck across the face with a hammer.

 

“Well, it's not real yet, but I'm expecting him to tell me any day soon.” Taehyung bounced up and down on his heels in suppressed anticipation.

 

“Yah, Tae, this is great! My best friend's gonna have a boyfriend!” squealed the older, punching the purple-haired boy playfully.

 

Said future boyfriend walked into the room, and their conversation got abruptly cut off. Taehyung and Jimin froze, the older whispering through the corner of his mouth, “Act natural.”

 

The rapper had his back to the two, who hurriedly picked up random items around them to cover up for the sudden silence.

 

Hoseok picked a notebook up from his bedside table and turned around to find his roommates sprawled out on the lower bunk, Jimin on his phone and Taehyung reading.

 

“Whatcha doing, Tae?” asked the oldest curiously.

 

“Reading, hyung,” said Taehyung, feeling like he was pointing out the obvious.

 

“Can you explain why the book is being held upside down, then?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow and the younger boy blushed, the red clashing with his purple hair. “I guess it's just more interesting that way.”

 

“If you say so,” grinned the rapper, walking out of the room.

 

“Oh, you two are so in love,” gushed the brunette, nudging Taehyung, who muttered, the embarrassment eminent in his tone, “Shut up.”

 

“Clever comeback. Take you how long to come up with that again?” teased Jimin, enjoying himself.

 

“Oh, no time at all. I just copied my stupid bunkmate,” shrugged the younger.

 

“I'm the only one with a stupid bunkmate!” protested Jimin, his mouth dropping open into a perfect offended 'o’.

 

“Yes, but to put up with stupidity, you'd have to be stupid yourself,” reminded Taehyung, stretching back out on the bed.

 

Jimin pondered on the logic for a couple seconds, then shrugged. “Fair enough, I guess.”

 

I'll be there when

you are feeling clueless.

 

“Hoseokie hyung!” Jimin rolled his eyes at the yell that originated from the living room, wondering what happened to the times Taehyung used to call for him .

 

Don't get him wrong, Jimin wasn't jealous . He was really, really, really happy for Taehyung and Hoseok. He was happy that that mess of a hyung had got himself together enough to confess to the purple-haired boy, and he was happy to see Taehyung happy.

 

He just wished Taehyung was still his best friend.

 

Ever since Taeseok had happened, Jimin lost the privilege of threatening to pull Taehyung of the top bunk, seeing as the younger had adopted the habit of sleeping in the other bed on the other side of their room.

 

Ever since Taeseok had happened, Jimin had lost his game partner, seeing as the other members loved Taeseok as much as he did and put the two on the same team.

 

Ever since Taeseok had happened, Jimin had lost the ability to tell Taehyung shamelessly that he loved him without feeling like he was betraying someone, despite how platonically he meant it.

 

Ever since Taeseok had happened, Jimin had stopped hearing the random squeals of “Jiminie!” which he had once deemed as annoying, but loved to hear for the happiness behind the tone made him feel loved, feel wanted .

 

Ever since Taeseok had happened, Jimin had lost Taehyung, his best friend.

 

Last night's fansign? That had been the last straw. Taehyung switched places so he could sit next to Hoseok, and Jimin was left sitting next to Jeongguk. Under any other circumstances, he would have been grinning his Jeon-Jeongguk-obsessed off, but the fury and hurt he felt left him to do nothing but mechanically go through the motions to get through those painful three hours.

 

Thoughts swirled around Jimin, suffocating him. He put down his phone and buried his head in his hands, willing himself not to cry.

 

“Have you seen Hoseokie hyung?” Taehyung burst in through the bedroom door, and the brunette looked up in surprise.

 

The tears on Jimin's face made Taehyung freeze, his heart dropping at a million miles per hour. Nothing ever hurt him more than to see Jimin cry. He rushed over to sit next to the older.

 

“Jiminie?” The concern in the younger's tone set off a fresh wave of anguish as the brunette buried his head in Taehyung's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

 

The purple-haired boy held the older tight, wondering what had set Jimin off this bad. “Jiminie. Jiminie. Chimchim. Chimchiminie,” he whispered, his deep voice doing everything but soothe the crying boy.

 

Jimin took in deep gulps of air, trying to pull himself together. Taehyung struggled to make sense of the stream of incoherent sentences flowing out of the older boy's mouth. All he could decipher was one word. You.

 

“Jimin. Park Jimin.” Taehyung straightened up slightly, shifting Jimin's head so it rested on his shoulder. “Can you calm down a bit and tell me what the matter is?”

 

“I'm sorry,” choked out the brunette. “Never mind me, I just—”

 

“You just sobbed your heart out, and I want to know why,” reminded the younger, his tone firm.

 

“I just... I'm being stupid, it's not a big deal.” Jimin made to get up, but Taehyung pulled him back down. “It's not not a big deal , okay? I want to know who did this. You don't get set off that easily.”

 

“You want to know who did this?” growled Jimin, a sudden wave of anger taking over his senses. “My best friend would.”

 

“I am your best friend!” Taehyung felt offended on so many levels. Who else was holding Jimin while he was crying like a baby?

 

“Oh yeah, well, maybe if you still were, maybe if I still mattered, I wouldn't be in this state !” Then as suddenly as the anger had arrived, it receded, and Jimin clapped his hand to his mouth.

 

“You think I don't think you matter anymore?” asked the purple-haired boy, his tone softening and slightly hurt. “You think I'm not your best friend anymore?”

 

Jimin didn't say anything to contradict the statement, and Taehyung frowned. “Jimin.”

 

“Please, don't, Tae. I just… Never mind.” Jimin turned around, walking to the door. He felt two arms wrap firmly around him as Taehyung suddenly hugged him from behind. “Bull, Jiminie, what have you been smoking? You're always going to be my best friend.”

 

The brunette turned and Taehyung placed his hands on the older's shoulders. “I'm sorry, I have been ignoring you lately. I've been a crappy friend. I lose my head sometimes, but I promise you, you're always going to be my best friend, and I'm always going to love you, no matter how much of a pain in the neck you decide to be.”

 

“Really?” asked Jimin, fresh tears springing to his eyes, only with a different emotion accompanying them.

 

Taehyung held out his large pinky and wrapped it around Jimin's small one. “I promise.”

 

You and me, oh yeah,

We're seamless.

 

Kim Taehyung,

a.k.a: Taetae, Taebae, Baeptae, The One I'm Hotter Than, The One Who's Almost As Awesome As Me, , My Slightly Insane-er Half, My Best Friend

 

Let me say this. I'm not getting cheesy here. Let me just walk down memory lane.

 

Park Jimin thought it would just be another normal day in the life of a trainee. But then a certain new trainee walked in He went by the name of Kim Taehyung.

 

If I'd known that we'd turn out to be like this one day, would I have walked away? Most likely.

 

Kidding!

 

But seriously Tae, can you imagine how different our lives would have been if we'd never met? You wouldn't have someone to carry you around piggyback wherever you went. I wouldn't have someone to constantly remind that though they're taller, I'm still older. Okay, well, I have Jeongguk, but hey, he's the only person I have no resistance on, so chances are… Where am I going with this?

 

Right, I'm glad. I'm glad that I found someone as crazy and messed up as me. I wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything, despite the fact that you routinely seem to misplace things I own. You ditzy idiot, you're going to have to pay for all that stuff.

 

One day.

 

Weirdest moment of our friendship? The moment when both of us decided to come out and tell each other that we were gay. God, that weird synchronisation.

 

One might find it weird it that we're best friends who haven't fallen for each other. That's the beauty of it all. We don't have to be in a freaking relationship when our friendship is much higher than that. We don't have to be in a freaking relationship to appreciate each other for the weird human beings we are.

 

We're just...us. I guess that's way more than enough.

 

, that got cheesy.

 

I love you, . Happy birthday! :D

 

P.S. We're going to be best friends forever because you already know too much. °-°

 

You're right by my side,

Wherever I need you.

 

Jimin was not happy to be the only sober one there.

 

The clock neared midnight and Jimin began wishing he had never told Namjoon and Seokjin that he could handle the three who were currently on his hands.

 

Jimin knew things weren't going to end well the moment Hoseok had brought a couple bottles of beer to celebrate the commencement of their latest break, that they'd earned after a couple months of touring. Jungkook was sent to his room by Eomma Jin immediately, owing to the fact that he was still too young to drink.

 

Namjoon had said no the second he laid eyes on the bottles, excusing himself to his room. Jin had taken two sips, which were apparently enough to cause him a really bad headache. Seokjin had excused himself as well after Jimin had assured him that he'd take care of the other three. The other three had gone a little overboard.

 

A little overboard being an understatement.

 

Hoseok danced around the room on tipsy feet, shrieking in horror when he accidentally broke a glass. He clung onto Jimin as the younger cleaned the glass up, muttering curses left, right and centre. Finally, all energy run out, Hoseok collapsed on the couch, and Jimin heaved a sigh of relief as he carried the older to their dorm. One down, two to go.

 

The brunette sat in between Taehyung and Yoongi, willing his patience to sustain until the moment he could tuck these two in as well. He could feel a headache coming on, and he wanted to make sure those two were safe before he tucked them in.

 

Those two being himself and Seokjin, the roommates who had to deal with them , Yoongi and Taehyung.

 

“Are you guys done yet?” Jimin asked tiredly, as Yoongi told yet another bad joke that made Taehyung burst out laughing.

 

“Fi’e mo’ minis, Jiminimini, fi’e mo’ minis, an’ then I'll get weady fo’ school, I pwomise!” whined Taehyung, making Jimin want to throttle him. At the same time, the brunette knew that both Taehyung and Yoongi could get extremely violent if they weren't allowed to have their fi’e mo’ minis , and he wasn't strong enough to just carry them kicking and screaming to their beds.

 

So all he could do was wait it out.

 

Yoongi patted Jimin clumsily on the head. “You so ci-yoot, Jimin, sittin’ an’ wai’in’ fo’ us.”

 

Jimin glared darkly. “Like I have a choice .”

 

Yoongi took Jimin's face in his hands, but the younger pushed them away. “Don' be li’e dat, you know you lo’e me,” the redhead giggled, squishing his flushed cheek against Jimin's shoulder. “Go owt wi’ me, why dontchu?”

 

“Ask me that when you're sober and maybe I'll consider it,” grumbled Jimin, ruffling the older boy's hair nevertheless.

 

Taehyung plucked Jimin's hand off Yoongi's head, narrowing his eyes at the older. “Hey, tha’s mah bes’ fwiend. You don' jus’ go owt wi’ him wi’out passin’ mah tes’ to see whethe’ you wo’thy.”

 

Jimin wanted to open his mouth to protest that he never got to put Hoseok to a test, but he figured it would make no sense, considering no sense was what Taehyung possessed at that moment.

 

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “Wha’ gives you da autho’ity? I'm betta tha’ you a’ errthing, bu’ he's still fwiends wi’ you. So why can't he go owt wi’ me?”

 

“Well, you can’t rap yo’ pa’t in Cyphe’ pa’t thwee a’ well a’ I can,” said Taehyung simply. Jimin's eyes widened. Drunk Taehyung. Drunk Yoongi. Cypher-off. The house would come down.

 

Jimin stepped between Taehyung and Yoongi, both of whom got to their feet. The oldest had a murderous look on his face. “Ho’. Da’e. You.”

 

Yoongi was unsteady, but still somehow managed to get himself into a position to launch himself at the youngest. Jimin caught him in midair, struggling to keep his hold as the redhead tried to strangle Taehyung from around him.

 

In a desperate attempt to distract the rapper, Jimin kissed him, taking Yoongi completely by surprise. Half of Jimin was screaming at himself for even having thought of this, while the other half advised him to go on with it, because hopefully, it would all be forgotten in the morning.

 

The kiss over with, Yoongi snuggled his head into the crook of Jimin's neck, sighing contently, the younger faintly amused at this idiot of a hyung that he had to deal with. Jimin turned to face a shell-shocked Taehyung, and he put a finger to his lips. Even through the drunken haze, the purple-haired boy understood the seriousness in the older's eyes and nodded, mimicking the motion and placing his hand over his mouth.

 

He carried Yoongi to his dorm, the older falling asleep as soon as Jimin placed him on his bed. Jimin pulled the sheets up to Yoongi's chin, simulataneously cursing and thanking him for the whole drunk spectacle, which he figured had a funny side to it that they would see years from now. Many, many years.

 

Jimin returned to the living room to find that Taehyung hadn't moved an inch since he left. The older sighed, picking Taehyung up. “Come on, best friend, let's get you to bed.”

 

The younger poked Jimin's cheek clumsily. “Yo’re a goo’ fwiend, Jiminimini. I do rap betta tha’ Suga hyun’, ye’?”

 

“Sure, you do,” grunted Jimin, the boy’s weight making his legs feel like they were made of cement.

 

“I no tell hyung you say dat,” giggled Taehyung sleepily, his eyes drooping. “I no’ sleepee, I swea—” Jimin thanked every star of his as soft snores filled his eardrums.

 

Taehyung woke up the next day with a splitting headache, only to find someone had already placed a wet cloth on his forehead. That exact same someone was seated by the edge of his bunk, scrolling through his phone.

 

Seeing Taehyung blink blearily, Jimin grinned. “Morning, . You missed breakfast. And lunch. And half the day.”

 

“How much did I miss? I don't remember . Catch me up, will you?” requested the younger, his vision triple.

 

“Well, you, Hoseokie hyung and Yoongi hyung got drunk as hell and I had to supervise your asses until you got tired and crashed. Oh, and you said you rapped better than Yoongi hyung,” explained Jimin nonchalantly.

 

Taehyung clapped a hand to his mouth. “How am I still alive?”

 

“I really don't know,” said Jimin breezily, intending to bury the tale of his rescue under the folds of time forever. “I saved your .”

 

“Oh my god, Jiminie,” groaned the younger, leaning deeper into his pillow. “Please stop me next time I ever decide to drink.”

 

“I decided that the moment you said Yoongi hyung told the most amazing jokes.” Jimin shook his head, cringing yet again at the memories.

 

“Thanks a freaking ton, Jiminie,” sighed Taehyung, closing his eyes. He opened them suddenly, a grin breaking through his face. “And I won't tell anyone that you kissed a drunk Yoongi hyung.”

 

Through the hardest times,

I'll be there for you

And the crack of dawn,

When the moon is gone,

I won't be hard to find.

 

Taehyung pushed open the door to the gym, sighing. “Ji-effing-min.”

 

Sprawled out on the bench press was the boy, too tired to even argue with the way he was addressed.

 

The younger crossed the room in a few hurried large strides. He crossed his arms, glaring at Jimin's pitiable frame. “You're driving yourself to death again.”

 

“For your information, I've never felt more alive,” said Jimin quietly, the lie more than a little obvious.

 

“You're a pushover. One minute you take a break to eat, and then suddenly you're back to working out, because the ARMYs want your abs back. I've never seen a bigger idiot, and that's coming from me ,” growled the younger, evidently livid at his best friend.

 

“Well, maybe I want abs myself!” protested Jimin weakly, shifting his gaze away from Taehyung's burning glare. “So what if I'm doing this for the ARMYs? They're important to us!”

 

“If they actually cared for us, they'd let your abs go. They just seem to think you swallow a pill or something and your abs magically appear! You keep driving yourself to the edge of disappearing! Stop it already!” Taehyung's voice rose a few notches, and Jimin flinched. “Keep it down, will you? It's three in the morning.”

 

“Do you even hear yourself?! It's three in the morning and you're working out, when you should be sleeping! I've barely seen you the last four days, and my bet’s that you haven't eaten for that long either, have you?” The purple-haired boy kept his voice steadfastly loud.

 

Jimin remained silent, and Taehyung sighed for about the thirtieth time that night. “Come on, we're going home.” The brunette let out a weak sound of protest, but the younger shook his head. “No, I said we're going home.”

 

Jimin frowned, then mouthed an “Okay”, figuring there was no point in arguing with Taehyung, who nodded firmly, turning around.

 

“Taehyung?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I can't get up.”

 

The younger groaned, struggling to pick Jimin up. “Jesus Christ, your shirt is soaked, and I can feel your ribs through your shirt. I am forbidding you from working for abs every again.”

 

Jimin chuckled quietly, before spotting the look of utter seriousness on Taehyung's face. “No, seriously. If you worked yourself out, who would I annoy? You're staying around. You have no choice.” Taehyung pushed the exit open, the cold air hitting them both by surprise. “Tae, did you bother to bring jackets at all?”

 

“Well, actually, no. The moment I woke up for my usual three AM snack and found out you weren't there, I just took the car and drove here,” shrugged the younger. “I'm just going to make a run for it.”

 

Panting slightly with the added weight, Taehyung sprinted across the empty parking lot, wrenching the left door open and pushing Jimin in. He circled the car, then getting in himself.

 

“Where are you going? The dorm’s that way,” pointed out Jimin.

 

Taehyung didn't answer, simply turning into the drive-through of the first 24-hour McDonald's joint he could find. Jimin gaped as Taehyung passed him three large bags that had been given to him through the window.

 

Taehyung parked the car in the parking lot, opening the bags and pulling out a huge amount of burgers and fries. “We're not leaving until you're eat all of this.”

 

“But you paid last time as well! I owe you one!” Taehyung pushed a burger into the hands of the older. “Just eat and we'll call it square. Seeing you eat will be reward enough.”

 

Jimin rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of Taehyung's statement, sinking his teeth into a burger and only then realising exactly how hungry he was. Within twenty minutes, all the food there was demolished, Taehyung's three AM quota fulfilled as well.

 

Jimin leaned against Taehyung, sighing contently, the light back in his eyes. “Thank you, that feels universes better. Where would I be without you, Tae?”

 

Taehyung ruffled Jimin's sweaty hair before withdrawing his hand in disgust and wiping it on his sweatpants. He laughed. “I frankly don't want to know, and I frankly don't care. All that matters is that we've got each other now, and I'm hoping that never changes.”

 

‘Cause you and me, oh yeah,

We're seamless.