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The moment the door shut closed, Taehyung was pushed against it, familiar hands already grappling at his silk shirt. He squeaked into his boyfriend’s mouth, grabbing his hands and holding them behind his back.
Jimin broke the kiss to glare at him, cheeks flushed from alcohol and lips red from the kisses he’d been stealing all night long. Taehyung couldn’t really blame him; he knew he looked amazing in the red silk shirt and tight-fitting black pants.
“We have to clean up.” Taehyung reminded, lips tilting up amusedly when Jimin frowned harder. His boyfriend attempted to break out of his grip but Taehyung’s hands were bigger and he could easily tighten his hold. “Baby.”
“Who cleans on their birthday? C’mon , wanna treat you right.” Jimin’s voice dropped into that low Busan register and Taehyung groaned, eyes running across the mess that their apartment had become.
They’d thrown a party for Taehyung’s 24th birthday, Jimin having stocked their fridge with all types of alcohol and food. Somehow, he had contacted all of Taehyung’s friends and had them come over, handing out party poppers and triangle hats that he forced them to keep on all night.
Taehyung had walked out of their shared bedroom, expecting a romantic dinner with some slow sex after, only to have his heart jump out of his throat. Of course, he’d made the best of it; he would never dislike time spent with his acting friends.
“Wow, Taehyungie, you expected a different kind of guest?” Seojoon teased, and Taehyung flushed, buttoning his shirt up so his chest wasn’t revealed.
“Ah, hyung...” Taehyung whined, head ducking with embarrassment as Jimin came up behind to cuddle him close. “How did you all arrange this?”
This was the balloons floating above their heads, cheesy messages of Happy Birthday! making Taehyung want to sink into the floor. He’d never made his birthday a big deal, only ever went out with his family when he was a child and later his friends in high school. Seojoon himself had on a silly triangle hat, the thin string digging into his smooth skin. Jimin’s hands slowly slipped away from his waist and then there was a hat sitting on Taehyung’s head as well, the string struggling over his nose and lips until they finally settled under his chin. Jimin ran in front of him to see, grinning with satisfaction and then dragging Taehyung down for a kiss on the cheek.
“Happy birthday, baby bear.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but grin fondly, pulling Jimin closer so he could kiss him. Seojoon had left respectfully, off to the side conversing with Namjoon. Taehyung had already spent the day with his members, practicing all morning before they’d gotten lunch at a barbecue place.
“When did you have time to do all this?” Taehyung asked, hands caressing Jimin’s sides as they embraced and spoke.
“Secret.” Jimin pressed a finger to Taehyung’s lips, winking cutely before he went off to annoy Yoongi. Taehyung watched him go for a few moments, smiling fondly when Yoongi scrunched his nose distastefully. He loved his members so much.
“Happy birthday, Taehyung-ah.” Seokjin fell against his back, arm bringing him into a chokehold as the two of them watched the party go on.
“Thanks, hyung. Did you help plan?” Their voices could stay low because Jimin was playing soft music; he knew Taehyung relaxed better when it was playing in the background.
“Of course! Who do you take me for? I’m the one that picked out this cute little hat you’re wearing.” Seokjin plucked at the fuzz ball on top of the purple triangle hat, muffling a laugh when he saw the childish Birthday Boy! printed out in rainbow.
Taehyung pouted at him and Seokjin flicked his chin, a wide grin spreading his pink lips. The two of them turned when a loud cheer sounded out, peeking around Namjoon to watch as Jimin downed a shot of what seemed to be vodka. Taehyung’s eyes fell to the table and he sighed when he saw two already empty shot glasses next to Jimin’s hand.
“Okay, give me one too.” Taehyung didn’t really know what he was doing, but he had decided that it was his birthday and it was time to try things out of his comfort zone.
Jimin glanced up at him with his eyebrows raised, forearm on the table and the other braced on his knee. Taehyung waited for his glass to be filled, ignoring Jungkook’s curious stare from the seat across Jimin’s.
“Happy birthday.” Yoongi patted Taehyung’s shoulder before he handed the glass over. The whole room was buzzing quietly, watching as Taehyung gripped the glass. He looked down and met Jimin’s intense stare, raising an eyebrow. His stomach tumbled when Jimin smirked at him, sitting back in the chair and allowing his legs to manspread.
Taehyung didn’t tear his eyes away as he raised the glass to his lips, licking them before he had to close his eyes and down the creamy liquid.
He set the glass down and swallowed harshly, feeling hands slapping his back and Namjoon’s loud laugh somewhere behind him. Taehyung was only focused on one person; his boyfriend sat with a small smile, head tilting when Taehyung met his eyes. He nodded and then Jimin was standing, shouting random gibberish as he took Taehyung’s hand and yanked him to their bathroom. He was pretty sure Seojoon yelled something about hickies. Before Taehyung could turn to ask him, he was pulled into the dark bathroom.
He turned the light on with a click , blinking hazily as his boyfriend fixed his hair in the mirror. Taehyung reached out to help him but just ended up keeping his hand there, fingers curling into the blonde hair.
“You good, Tae?” Jimin glanced up to the mirror, hands braced on the marble counter as Taehyung stared at his hair. He didn’t reply, only shifting closer to fix both of his hands intoit, twisting and turning until it resembled a bird’s nest.
Taehyung pulled his hands away to turn Jimin around, back against the sink so he could press against his boyfriend’s chest. His hands went up again to play but Jimin’s hands gripped his wrists, bringing them down between their chests.
“Kiss me.” Jimin tilted his chin up and Taehyung followed, pressing a soft kiss to his plush lips. Taehyung switched their hands, wrapping around Jimin’s wrists to bring them behind his own head. Jimin hummed, smiling against Taehyung’s lips as they kissed slow and soft. Vodka always made Taehyung a little more pliant, a little more shy, a little more cute.
Soon enough, Jimin took control of the kiss, fingers tangling into Taehyung’s black, curly hair. Taehyung’s lips parted and Jimin licked into his mouth, tasting of vodka and Coca Cola. Taehyung fell against him, fingers curling against the edge of the counter as Jimin kissed him dizzy.
“Fuck, baby.” Jimin pulled away with a pop, thumb rubbing Taehyung’s bottom lip with glazed eyes. “Are you having fun? Liking the party?” Jimin asked, eyes still stuck on the way his thumb pressed into the softness.
“Mhm. Like this more, though.” Taehyung mumbled against Jimin’s thumb, licking the pad of it before he dipped down to continue kissing his boyfriend. “Do you think they’ll care if we never go out?”
Jimin pulled away to laugh, eyes squinting sweetly. Taehyung whined and nosed into his neck, pressing soft kisses there until Jimin was gasping and pulling his head away.
“No hickes, stupid.”
“It’s my birthday.”
“And we’re BTS.”
Taehyung pouted and Jimin squished his cheeks, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pushing him away. He squeezed Taehyung’s ass, slapping it once before going back out to everyone else.
Taehyung stared at himself in the mirror, touching his lips as he felt the phantom press of Jimin’s hot lips. Happy birthday to me, bitches.
Now, they were picking up the hats that Jimin had lovingly thrown on everyone, said man muttering under his breath while Taehyung tried not to laugh.
“Jimin-ah, I’ll do the dishes okay?” Apparently that was a bad thing to say to angry, pouty Jimin, because he immediately frowned and placed the glasses down with a slam.
“It’s your fucking birthday, I’ll do the dishes, you go to sleep. We have a flight tomorrow.” Taehyung blinked and pouted mockingly, tossing the hats onto the sofa.
“Aw, how sweet of my baby to say.” Jimin grumbled some more, arms crossed as he glared down at the mass of dishes in the sink. Really, it didn’t matter too much because this was Taehyung’s spare apartment. After their performance, they would be extremely busy and only go back to the shared place with the rest of the members. He could probably call a maid in to keep everything clean.
There was nothing wrong in playing around with his boyfriend, though.
“Is my Jiminie gonna take care of me? Gonna make sure I’m well rested? Gonna do everything for me because he’s such a wonderful, amazing boyfriend?” Taehyung whispered, hugging Jimin from behind and smiling as the man sunk into his hold.
“ Stop. ” Jimin whispered, cheeks darkening at Taehyung’s praises. He knew he was being made fun of but Jimin couldn’t help the satisfied tug in his chest, preening when Taehyung kissed his temple.
“Let’s just go to bed, okay? I’ll call someone tomorrow.” Taehyung wheedled, rubbing Jimin’s stomach under his shirt, drawing patterns until Jimin was about to fall asleep in his arms. “Cmon, sleepy time for Jiminie.”
Jimin made a face at the phrase but didn’t protest, slugging along next to his boyfriend until they were dressed down and under the covers.
“Thank you for doing all this.” Taehyung thumbed over Jimin’s rosy cheek, the two of them well covered by the comforter on Taehyung’s king sized bed.
“Mm, of course, you’re my best friend.” Jimin’s hand squirmed out to pat Taehyung’s hair, slowly slipping down to stop at his chest. Jimin didn’t like sleeping with shirts but Taehyung felt a little too exposed after that one time Seokjin’s mother had woken him up and seen him shirtless. Still, Jimin was ever an opportunist and simply slipped the shirt up until it reached Taehyung’s neck, small hand caressing all over as he fell asleep. Taehyung hummed and pulled him closer, fingers gripping at Jimin’s soft waist as they fell asleep.
“You nervous for tomorrow?” Taehyung asked and Jimin’s eyes blinked open, lips pursing in thought.
“A little, yeah, it’s a really big show right?” When Taehyung nodded, Jimin continued, “We’ve practiced lots though and hopefully some army will be there to cheer us on.”
“Yeah, I hope there’s at least some of our armys.” Taehyung sighed, burrowing into Jimin’s chest as Jimin caressed his hair softly.
“Taetae, you’ll do great. I’m right next to you, always.” Taehyung nodded, taking a few deep breaths before kissing Jimin’s chest in thanks. Jimin kissed his head and then they were asleep.
—
“Taehyung! Can you grab the suntan lotion?” Hoseok yelled from below and Taehyung turned in circles, still half-asleep as he attempted to figure out what he needed.
“Huh?” He shouted back, already having forgotten what Hoseok asked for. “Isn’t it winter there?”
They were heading to LA for the New Year’s show they had to do in Times Square tonight. The managers had given them a briefing, one that Taehyung had mostly slept through but he did remember that they would have rehearsal in the afternoon and only an hour to rest before having to get ready for the big performance.
Taehyung’s stomach lurched at the thought and he sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. He wondered when he would stop feeling anxious about performing. He could only hope that their fans would be cheering them on at home.
“Yo. Hoseokie hyung is paranoid so he wants the suntan lotion.” Jungkook poked his head in and Taehyung turned around, nodding but still not listening. “How was yesterday, by the way?”
“What d’ya mean?” Taehyung’s voice was hoarse from sleep and he tucked his hands into his loose khaki pants.
“Y’know, are you okay with flying today?” Taehyung frowned and tilted his head, confused. “Your ass, Taehyung. Is your ass okay?”
Taehyung gaped for a few moments, finally awake now with Jungkook staring at him worriedly.
“Jungkook, what the fuck?” Taehyung pushed at Jungkook’s shoulder, stuck between feeling embarrassed and wanting to laugh.
“It’s an honest concern!” Jungkook grinned, throwing his hands up when Taehyung advanced with a fake angry expression.
“Thanks for asking but you don’t have to worry. We are an innocent couple that do no such things.”
“Who’s an innocent couple?” Jimin walked into Taehyung’s room, an arm slipping around his waist before the hand fell to pat at his ass.
Jungkook only stared at him meaningfully and Taehyung rolled his eyes, shoving him out of the room.
“At least bring Hoseok hyung’s lotion!” Jimin raised his eyebrows curiously, glancing up at Taehyung before rushing off behind Jungkook. Taehyung stretched his arms up above his head, yawning loudly before he followed the other two downstairs.
Namjoon was looking at something on his phone, Yoongi was sleeping on his shoulder, and Seokjin was staring up at the ceiling with his airpods in. Jimin and Jungkook were sitting on each others’ laps as always, looking at something on Jimin’s phone.
Taehyung sat next to Seokjin, plugging his own airpods in so he could tune out the managers talking outside. There were no cameras yet, thankfully, he was awfully exhausted to have a camera in his face at the moment.
Seokjin nudged his arm and Taehyung mumbled, nudging him back. Seokjin nudged him again and Taehyung sighed, eyes opening to see Hoseok frowning down at his suitcase.
“Triangle mouth.” Seokjin whispered and Taehyung snorted, watching with interest as Hoseok’s jaw locked and then he glanced over to the rest of their standing suitcases. They had small suitcases this time since it was only for a day; they’d be taking the private jet because of how crazy New York City’s airport always was.
“Did you guys pack ramen?” Hoseok asked and Namjoon looked up, glancing around and nodding, unsure.
“Tae, didn’t you buy some last week?”
“Jungkook and I ate them all when we were gaming.” Jungkook looked up at his name, grinning adorably and nodding. Jimin ruffled his hair fondly, pulling him into a side hug on the armchair they were sharing.
“Hobi-ah, it’s for a day, we can buy some if needed.” Yoongi waved his hand and Hoseok’s mouth pulled into a triangle again. “Stop pouting, I can see it even though my eyes are closed.” That made Hoseok laugh, frustration melting away as he held onto his fanny pack and lifted his suitcase to stand vertically.
“Hey, are you guys ready?” Manager Sejin pokes his head in, broad shoulders well highlighted under the thin black sweater he wore. A puffed black jacket hung over his arm and Taehyung looked away to meet Jimin’s eyes. Jimin smiled at him and Taehyung smiled back.
—
Taehyung was very much not ready.
It was a thought that slipped in effortlessly, pushed past the clouds of fuzziness from when Jimin had tugged him closeduring interviews, and further past the pride when he heard their fans cheering BTS throughout the venue.
He took a deep breath in, adjusting his mic as the stylists did their finishing touches. Taehyung caught Namjoon’s eyes across the dressing room and attempted a smile. Namjoon frowned and mouthed something but the stylist tilted Taehyung’s head before he could understand. Turned out it didn’t matter, because Namjoon came bumbling over, dragging the both of them down on a leather couch and away from the cameras. Hoseok and Jimin were blowing their cheeks out, jogging in place and giggling.
“What’s bothering you?” Taehyung honestly appreciated his hyung a lot for this. He knew that Namjoon wasn’t the most affectionate with touches like himself, but he would forever admire how Namjoon always came to the rescue with his words.
“Just nervous, hyung, don’t worry.” Taehyung leaned down, touching his toes in a lame stretch. He just couldn’t make eye contact with Namjoon, and it seemed like the man understood because he fell back against the couch.
“You’re one of the best dancers on this team- shut up, you are. Armys scream over your voice even when you’re just coughing.” Taehyung groaned at that, ignoring Namjoon’s happy laugh next to him. “Nah, but seriously, you have nothing to be scared about. You’re an amazing performer, Tae.” Namjoon patted his shoulder, leaning forward with a kind smile.
Taehyung pouted and then fell over into Namjoon, curling long arms around his waist. Namjoon coughed awkwardly, looking around for help while Taehyung tried to quell the surge of admiration for his leader.
“Thanks, Namjoonie hyung.” Namjoon nodded, cheeks dusted pink from embarrassment before gladly allowing Taehyung to skip away towards the snacks.
“What a good leader, hm?” Yoongi turned and peeked an eye open, smirking when Namjoon flushed bright red and shoved at him.
“I just said the truth.”
“Mm. Good job, Namjoon.” Yoongi closed his eyes again, a small smile still teasing at his lips as he listened to their stage on repeat. He was mentally practicing as usual.
Namjoon smiled at the praise and rubbed his hands together, glancing back at Yoongi one last time before going off to see what Jungkook was doing.
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Taehyung was tugged back stage by strong hands, the staff suffocating his sweaty form as they unpatched his mic and someone pulled his suit jacket off. He was left in a green, patterned button up that had begun to stick against his chest in some places.
There was random gibberish spoken that Taehyung could place as english, only recognizing random words through the loud chaos. Something about quick and cameras and the time.
Fuck, the time.
Taehyung lifted his wrist, tilting his watch this way and that way in an attempt to catch the time in the dark hallways he was being led through. He could hear the insane cheers outside, Times Square buzzing with excitement for the new year.
“V!” Taehyung turned to the noise, a flood of relief washing through him when he saw one of the managers. She rushed him through another curtain, and then they were on the ground, the countdown ticking as his heart beat out of his chest.
30.
“Manager-nim, do you know where Jimin is?” There was a white cop standing next to him when Taehyung turned however, and he offered a polite smile to the confused man before rushing around him. He heard a yell, and then there was someone grabbing his arm, pulling him away from the crowd and back towards the dark sidewalks.
“Taehyung-ssi, please don’t run off like that again.” Taehyung shrugged the words away, a mad sense of anxiety crawling up his throat when he heard the number.
15.
“Manager, where’s Jimin?” He has no idea how he’d even gotten separated from the rest of the members. How the hell he was alone when he had followed Jungkook off the stage and had seen him trading his mic in as well.
“Why are you out in the cold? Come inside, warm up.”
10.
“No, no, please where’s Jimin? Where are the rest of the members?” Taehyung swallowed the thorns down, feeling upset with himself for acting this way. He couldn’t help it though, he just had to be with the rest of his second family. He had to be with his Jimin.
“Taehyung-ssi, calm down. They’re just over there.” The man carefully maneuvered through the security and staff, glancing back worriedly every time Taehyung stiffened.
5.
Taehyung’s heart lurched and he chewed at his lip, the unfamiliar city and people only serving to heighten his anxiety. Finally, through the shiny lights of Times Square, he glimpsed his members all huddled together. He pulled his own coat tighter around himself, following the manager as the number counted down.
4.
Jimin turned around in a circle in an attempt to find him, a worried frown pulling at his lips while the other members tried calling him. He hadn’t gotten his phone back after the performance though, so it was useless.
3.
“Jimin.” Taehyung called out and he could see the relief that washed over his boyfriend. Jimin pulled him into their circle, hands warm under his gloves and immediately pulling at the collar of Taehyung’s jacket so he was properly covered.
“Where did you go? We’ve been searching all night,”
2.
“And it’s a foreign city, what if something happened to you? Jungkook almost started crying, the poor baby.” The members pushed in closer, shouting along to the numbers. Taehyung could only focus on Jimin though, eyes intense as he watched Jimin stress and worry over him.
1.
“What about me huh? You have to welcome 2020 with all of us! With me! Always keep your phone on you-“
“Happy new year!” The noise was deafening around them and Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore. He swooped in, surrounded by the members hugging, and kissed Jimin square in the mouth. Taehyung’s gloveless hands were cold where they pressed to Jimin’s flushed cheeks, sweat still dripping from his hair under the cute, blue beanie. Taehyung licked at his plush lips, swallowing the moan with ease as Jimin scrambled to take hold of his jacket.
Taehyung pulled away with a slick pop and grinned, exhilaration pumping through his veins as the members yelled and screeched around them. Hoseok’s hand dug into his hair, a kiss being pressed into his head as they hugged and celebrated the new year. Jimin licked his lips dazedly and then flushed pink, small hands finding Taehyung’s to intertwine them with a smile.
Happy new year, my love.