jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f o r t y f i v e .

  Jimin closed the door behind him, walking pass the chaos of his kitchen - that was left deserted after their fight. He walked into his bedroom, opening the shades and pressing a switch on his wall. The laptops and desktops on the large desk beside the bed all turned on and began to calibrate.

Seokjin followed behind, crossing his arms. "... Why are we here?"

Jimin bit his lip, pulling out his desk chair and sitting in it. As soon as he logged into his laptop, a notification rings again. "I know how to find him faster."

"What?" Seokjin immediately walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder to lean closer. "... Kim Seokjin located- Are you fucking serious?"

Jimin grabs a notepad and rushes to write the coordinates down on paper. "I was worried about your safety when we were dating. I wanted to make sure where you were while I was gone, so I made you wear that ring. It helped me know where you were at all times when I couldn't be there with you. I knew you stopped wearing it when the tracker went offline, it only activated from heat detection from skin. You might've just found Namjoon, if he's still wearing that ring."

"You stalked me even while we were dating?" Seokjin said angrily. "I can't believe you! I seriously can't-"

Jimin turned his head, quickly grabbing Seokjin's wrist to pull him forward. He pressed his lips against his again, making him instantly silence him. Trying to hold him there, feeling a small sense of hope as Seokjin slightly gives in. The room filled with the sounds of soft pecks till another notification ding erupted the silence.

Jimin pulls away, clicking onto the notification. "... He must've taken off the ring, it says it went offline around 3AM. We can still check the area. Today or tonight. Whenever you want to."

"... Tonight, let's go tonight," Seokjin says. "If the others want to come, they can."

"Alright," Jimin exited out of the notification, getting up from the chair only to be grabbed and suddenly stumbled onto the bed. His back hit the soft duvet, and his hair fell over his eyes. His wrists pinned down. "... I see you've stopped being modest."

"... I didn't want to talk about us because it pains me too much," Seokjin murmurs.

"... Hm, how?"

Seokjin leaned down, brushing a thumb across Jimin's lips. His breath fans Jimin's ear, "... The morning kisses," he murmurs. His fingertips trail down to Jimin's chest, "The cuddles, the hugs. The closeness whenever we were together."

Jimin's breath hitched when those warm hands were placed on the sides of his thighs. "The dates," Seokjin continues before letting go. "Everything you were when you weren't focus on work. The person you were when you weren't sitting at your computer all day, acting like a real boyfriend."

Jimin grabbed his wrists again, pulling his gaze back up to his. "You can have me, you don't have to reminisce. T-Take all you want from me, I don't care."

Jimin cupped his cheek.

"... Just think about me right now."

[unedited]