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It's been exactly one week now since my mom discovered Taehyung sleeping in our house. In my room. In my bed. Next to me. Uninvited -- kind of.

Yeah. You can imagine what kind of shit fest that went down after that.

"Honey, I just wanted to announce that dad and I are going to-"

My eyes sprung open in horror when I heard her voice calling out for me after she casually flung the door open, completely oblivious to what she was about to witness.

With my heart pounding in fear, feeling each throb in my throat with every beat it took, I slowly lifted my head and met her eyes with mine. Her facial expression showed nothing but utter shookness, evident that she had no clue as to how she was going to process this situation. While Taehyung was still sleeping like a beheaded rock, completely unaware that he might get slaughtered in the last upcoming minutes of his life, mom and I just kept looking at each other in very painful silence. As her gaze rapidly shifted between me and the complete stranger of a boy in bed with me, I could see the gears starting to turn in her head.

In that moment I knew; we had been exposed.

I saw her draw one large breath, preparing her lungs and vocal cords for a major outburst. A regular teenager like me would've probably been frightened by the sight of their mother about to hydropump insults, swears and questioning what they had raised their child into.

But then again; my mother was your ordinary strict mother.

"Roberto, honey! You're not going to believe this! Our daughter has a boyfriend!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, in order to attract my dad up the stairs to join this awkward gathering. My dad's head poked into the room approximately two seconds after, not believing what mom had said until he saw it with his own two eyes. Since it was still dark in the room, they flick the lightswitch which naturally lit up the entire room -- and that's when Taehyung finally woke up, totally confused, his hair sticking up in every direction as if he'd been electrocuted. And boy, God knew he wish he were.

"Mother of God, you're right," dad breathed, seeming as if he was legitimately amazed by the view of his daughter in bed with a boy rather than fuming with rage, about to blow Taehyung's head off with a shotgun.

It kind of struck me now how weird my parents actually were.

Taehyung was as mute as a mouse sneaking into a house at midnight, probably wondering if this was a nightmare or actually happening. Sadly enough, it was more real than the chances for Jungkook to pass english class -- seriously, I have no idea how he was capable of only scoring four points out of one hundred on the last test we had.

"There actually is a boy there with her," dad said, a sudden grin crawled up his features as he put his hand out in front of my mom. I watched in confusion as my mom sighed while placing a 10,000 won cash in his waiting hand.

"What is even happening?" I said.

"Your mother and I made a bet, and I won!" dad snickered with bliss, not leaving me more enlightened than I had hoped.

"I just had a feeling that you were gay," mom said with a shrug. "It was his idea though."

Taehyung almost burst out laughing beside me at that. Me on the other hand, was mortified.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Well, you've always been surrounded by guys but you've always waved them off as friends. Plus you have all these posters of these feminine dudes on your walls. I thought you were at least bi," dad explains. And for each word he uttered, I had wanted to sink through the earth and combust into flames in its core -- in other words; die.

I literally can't believe this.

"Oh how rude of us!" mom suddenly exclaimed. First, I thought she had referred to how they had completely humiliated me in front of my love interest. But of course, I had too high expectations of them. "We haven't introduced ourselves to the guy!"

They both casually stepped into the room and walked up to the bed. To my surprise, Taehyung stood up totally unaffected with a wide smile.

"This wasn't really how I had imagined our first meeting would be like," he said with a chuckle. "Kim Taehyung. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Oh the pleasure is on our side. I'm Camilla, but please just call me Cam," mom said, shaking hands with Taehyung.

"Roberto," dad said. "Also just call me Rob."

Meanwhile Taehyung chatted along with my parents like they're his new besties, I sat on my bed thinking about what I ever did in my life that made me deserve to end up in this awkward, very humiliating situation. Why, Universe? Why?

"Anyways, it's time for dad and I to leave for a bit. We have some errands to take care of in town," mom said, clasping her hands together.

"So you two will have the whole house to yourselves," dad added with a wink -- and not a very subtle one at that. I facepalmed myself, exhaling deeply through my nose to release some of the intense cringe that had ignited in every nerve in my body.

"That's great, dad," I whispered painfully, forcing a smile at them.

"We'll see you two lovebirds later then! Taehyung, you're joining us for dinner tonight, right?"

My mouth fell open in dread. I was just about to come up with an excuse for him when he just..

"Of course, I'd love to."

"Perfect! Bye now! And oh, don't forget to use protection!"

And with that, they slammed the door after themselves, which had allowed me to finally bury my burning face into my pillow and wheeze out in agony.

Please, end me now.

And that's how my parents met Taehyung for the first time.

It's been a week since that day but I still cringe uncontrollably at the memories as if it happened yesterday. Though, I was incredibly grateful that my parents are different, to say the least. They love having Taehyung around and they didn't mind him staying the night at all -- which he did basically every other day. This meant that I didn't have to lie about sleeping at Areum's place anymore, because they think that Tae is my boyfriend.

Yeah, that one actually hurts a bit since we haven't properly talked about it, we just went with the flow because it was less complicated that way. Which means that we haven't really made it official yet. Thinking about the entire situation, I begin to wonder if it really was less complicated that way. Heck, I don't even know anymore.

We'll talk about it eventually, when we both feel ready for it. I guess..

Taehyung's low mumble breaks me out of my deep thinking, per usual making all my worries about our relationship disappear. I feel his lips softly tickle the skin on my shoulders as a result of him placing soft kisses here and there, immediately causing my lips to curve into a smile.

"Won't you get tired of waking up like this if we keep spending every night together?" I ask him in a joking tone, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"Are you crazy? And miss cuddling you every morning and marking every inch of your body with my lips? Not a chance."

I giggle at that, smiling even wider. He really does love kissing the most 'interesting' parts of my body, for some reason.

"Sorry to ruin your dreams now but we gotta keep the cuddles short this morning, I have to get up a little earlier," I say while playing with his hand, tracing the lines on his palm with my nails

"Why?"

"Jimin's picking me up at eleven, we're studying today."

Taehyung goes completely still after that, silence falling upon us for a good ten seconds.

"You and Jimin will what?"

"Study. Don't tell me you didn't know? We openly talked about it during lunch three days ago."

"I assumed Baekhyun and the others would be there too, not that you two would be alone!"

"What's the deal? We've studied a couple of times before."

"What? When!"

Slightly irritated, but mostly curious, I slightly turn around to look him in the eyes. "Taehyung, are you jealous?"

In an instant, his eyes divert from mine while a frown takes over his features.

".. No," he mutters, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Aww you don't have to worry, he and I just pretended to date one time. I promise there's nothing more than that," I coo, enjoying teasing him a little too much.

I feel his grip around me tighten as he pulls me closer to his body.

"Good. You're mine."

I laugh at how damn adorable he is right now. I turn around to face him, looking straight into his eyes. "All yours," I murmur softly before enveloping his lips with mine. He doesn't waste a single second to kiss me back, pulling my body towards his. With our lips still attached to each other, his back aligns flat on the bed as he pulls my body over his. My knees rests on either side of his hips, hands cupping his cheeks as I deepen the kiss, allowing our tongues to play with each other. I feel his hands gently squeeze my thighs, sending shivers through my skin as they slowly trace a path up to my butt before delivering the next squeeze on the cheeks. A low, sensuous moan rumbles in his throat at the contact, which instantly causes the lower part of my stomach to twist in a sinful manner. He tightens his grip slightly, pulling me closer to his hips, completely closing the small space between our groins. His action caused my core to practically grind against his manhood.

I could feel him. She could definitely feel him. Affectionate tingles courses through my body as he buck his hips up once more, creating further sinful friction between our cores.

He was hard. He was most definitely hard.

Before this could escalate into something in the lines of Fifty Shades of Grey, I withdraw my lips from his and lift my body upwards to create some space between us. I arch one of my eyebrows as I watch the dazed boy underneath me with a serious expression, while he just looks at me with a pout on his slightly swollen lips.

"Damn you, why did you stop?" he whines frustratingly, puffing his cheeks to appear annoyed with me, to which I roll my eyes at.

"You know why. Now come on, we have to eat breakfast before Jimin arrives," I say, planting one featherly kiss on his bottom lip.

"Uh.. I kind of have to take care of something first," he mumbles, looking away from me. I avert my eyes to his crotch, seeing that the bulge was indeed still present through his boxers.

I let out a chuckle before climbing out of the bed, gesturing to the bathroom door with an amused grin.

"Knock yourself out."

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Weeb.

"Who are you texting so much?" Jimin asks beside me, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Just an annoying person that refuses to leave me alone," I reply with a playful eye roll.

"Aww is it a boy?" he coos teasingly, nudging my shoulder with his.

"I don't know, maybeee."

"Oh, so there is someone? How long?"

"Honestly, I don't know," I breathe as I stand up from the chair. I make my way to the bed and plop down on it, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted.

It was starting to get to me again; all the emotions, everything Taehyung momentarily makes me forget. My bubble is about to burst. I can't let it burst in front of Jimin.

I suddenly feel the bed sink down just above my head, which made me open my eyes. Jimin's upside down face is what my eyes find once my eyelids fluttered open, his body hovering above me. My brain is too tired to process anything at the moment so I'm just silently watching him as if I'm in a trance, or drunk.

I don't even register that he starts closing the gap between us until I feel his lips on mine.

What the hell.

My brain commences total panic mode. All sort of signals overwhelms my systems, screaming at me to do something. That this is wrong.

But I do nothing.

Instead I can feel my lips eventually starting to move with his.

How can he look sweet and taste sweet? Only Jimin.

Bruh, what are you doing?

I never know what I'm doing.

Maybe this will ring a bell... Taehyung!

Oh shit. Taehyung.

I want to break the kiss, I want to feel guilty. But... at the same time I don't.

Why would I feel guilty? We're not together. He doesn't want to talk about us. He want us to be a secret. We will never be like Areum and Hoseok; like a normal couple. I'm probably just a temporary fling to him, just like everyone else were.

Am I, though?

Oh god, what have I let myself into?

After trying to clean up the mess that is my mind, I managed to dig up some sense and get a grip over myself. I softly place my hands on his shoulders and carefully push him away, finally breaking our kiss.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. But I can't," I murmur quietly, sitting up on the bed to look at him properly. "I do like you a lot, but only as a friend."

Jimin is just staring at me for a moment, his face completely expressionless. But he didn't appear sad, instead he seemed curious -- as if he had expected me to react this way.

He smiles softly. "To be completely honest with you, Blue," he sighs, pausing for dramatic effect. "I feel the same."

This made me raise my eyebrows in confusion at him, even though I kind of had suspected that. Sure, Jimin and I are pretty close but I never felt the charge in the air between us like it was with Taehyung. Also, his kiss didn't send me to heaven and back.

I was still confused, though. "Then why?" I ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, smirking mysteriously. "It was just to prove something."

Now I'm really confused. "Prove what?"

"Everything has its time, Blue. You'll see," is all he says, and I have honestly just given up at this point to understand what he was trying to tell me.

"Hey," he says softly, making me lift my head up to meet his warm gaze. "It was because of that guy, wasn't it?"

I could feel my walls starting to crumble bit by bit, much like a dam about to burst.

I eventually nod slowly, but no words came out of me.

"Are you sure this guy is treating you right? You look like you want to combust."

I could feel how the tears fought to break loose, even making me struggle to remain collected. It was so incredibly tempting to tell him. So tempting.

As my bottom lip starts to quiver, I suddenly feel my body being pressed against something soft -- Jimin's body. He puts his arms around me in a comforting embrace.

"You can trust me, Blue," he then murmurs, so soft and quiet it was almost inaudible.

Then I told him. With my tears cascading down my cheeks and soaking into his sweater, I told him everything. And he listened to every single word I said with his arms around me protectively, soothingly.

And that's what I've needed this entire time; someone that will just listen.

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What even was this chapter.

Ganbare = (Japanese, for you good people who aren't weebs like moi)

a triangle-drama thingy will * happen just because Blue and Jimin kissed. You'll see why in the upcoming chapters, trust me on this one and don't jump to any sudden conclusions. Though,

It's past 1 am and I'm in reality too tired to analyze if this chapter is decent or not, but I'm too damn eager to post it so I'll probably check it tomorrow. Though, I will fix this chapter up sometime in the future, but it will do for now.