He sighed.

"Come on Tae, please. I trust you with this, i want it to be you."Jimin pleaded, slightly bouncing on Taehyung's lap and god did Taehyung have a hard time controlling himself.

Taehyung didn't look at Jimin's puppy eyes, looking down and rubbing his eyes, trying not to think of how much he was torn between tearing Jimin to pieces for hurting him so bad or just full on crying because of the pain.

"Are you sure you want to do this? with me?" Taehyung asked as he looked back at Jimin, one side of him hoping he would say yes and the other hoping the opposite to prevent his heart from breaking even further.

"Positive." Jimin said, giving Taehyung that look he had registered as 'don't fuck with jimin if he had that look of determination in his eyes'.

Taehyung sighted one last time.

"Have you ever even kissed anyone?" He asked, eyes darting down to Jimin's lips without him realising.

Jimin bit his lip, shaking his head, feeling a little ashamed as his shoulders drooped.

"It's fine." Taehyung said as he brought Jimin a little closer to him by pulling his hips. "Don't be ashamed." He added, rubbing Jimin's bottom lip with his thumb, parting it slightly.

"I'll teach you." Taehyung murmured, one of his hands leaving his lip to bring Jimin's chin up slightly, voice somehow becoming smooth and dropping a few octaves. "just follow my lead."

Jimin blushed, he didn't exactly know why, but right there, he felt sexualy attracted to Taehyung, his bestfriend.

He had never felt anything close to that since now, the younger had always been just a brother, but now he was straddling him, Taehyung looking so hot with his red hair and dark eyes and that beautiful pair of lips slowly inching closer to his own.

Taehyung closed his eyes, tilting his head then lowly pressing his lips to Jimin's fuller ones.

Fireworks immediately erupted in his broken heart, as well as butterflies fluttering freely in his stomach, he had kissed so many people before, had gone much further an just this light peck they were sharing, yet he never in his life had he ever felt so moved.

The hand that was on Jimin's hips suddenly tightened its grip, the other sliding to Jimin's cheek.

He had imagined this moment so many times in his head, he had dreamed about it for the past six years.

A/N:

 don't hate Jimin too much :)