Hiya! School has been really annoying by existing so these probably won't be updated as regularly as my other stories (which you should totally check out).

This is a Vmin/Taemin story because they are so freaking adorable. WARNING: Contains bad language and reference to self-harm, drug and alcohol abuse and depression. Once again I didn't mean it to, but here we are. Enjoy

Soundlessly, Taehyung slid to the floor and cried. It wasn't just the stress of being on tour or the hate he kept getting, it was the sheer pleasure people seemed to take from putting him down. For fuck's sake, all he did was dye his hair.

He'd been an idol for a number of years now and been getting hate for oh so much longer, but this time around was hitting him hard.

The last thing he wanted to do was tell someone. He couldn't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable that kind of interaction would make him feel. Besides, if he let on that he wasn't okay, they might start to notice the other things. Like how much he was drinking. Like how he had stopped wearing t-shirts despite the hundred-degree heat. Like how he was just sitting in the dark, waiting insensibly for whatever he had taken to kick in.

His mind was blank and screaming at the same time. He wanted to stay there, surrounded by darkness, sitting against the cracked wall on the hard, tear-stained floor. He wanted to sit there until the world stopped spinning, until silence enveloped the Earth and he was the only one left.

Didn't he?

The darkest of thoughts passed through his head with no physical reaction from Taehyung. Yet when Jimin entered his mind, he had to bite his knuckles to stop himself from punching the wall.

The kid was insufferable: happy, kind, talented, funny, hot. Taehyung couldn't remember loving anyone more fervently. For years, he'd been telling himself that it would pass, that it was just a crush. It wasn't.

Taehyung felt utterly helpless around Jimin. He blushed harder, his stutter from when he was a kid seemed to resurface, his heart thumped so loudly he was afraid someone would hear. He didn't want any part of it, but he couldn't escape that smile.

It made everything so much more difficult. He made everything so much more difficult. It was Jimin's fault. He was just so fucking beautiful.

Salty, bitter tears continued to flood down Taehyung's cheeks, forming waterfalls of sadness down his jawbone. He had been crying silently since he had first entered his room, causing a throbbing pain in his head and throat. But as he sat clutching his knees, recalling death threats and hate messages, cursing the only person he had ever truly loved, Taehyung choked and began to sob raggedly, struggling to keep his cries inaudible.

He cried at the hopelessness of love. At the pointlessness of trying. At the ineffectiveness of drugs and alcohol. At the meaninglessness of life.

He tried to dry his swollen red eyes. He couldn't. He tried to stand. He couldn't. He tried to move. He couldn't. He was frozen, paralysed in an eternal state of heartbreak and pain.

A shard of light pierced the shadows.

Harsh fluorescent light invaded the darkness the room as Taehyung shied away from the open door like a vampire at sunrise. He could tell just from the shadows on the floor who the intruder was. And he was an intruder. Jimin was not welcome here.

"D-don't. Say. Anything." Taehyung warned, "Just sh-shut the door and leave me alone." He cringed externally at his stammer, wondering what all the money his parents had spent on speech therapy was for.

The shadows engulfed the room again as the door clicked shut on the room once more.

"What?!" A voice scared Taehyung and he would have jumped if not for the concoction of Absolut and Xanax in his bloodstream.

"What?! Taehyung what the hell are you talking about? How the hell do you expect me to leave you like this?" Jimin's voice was annoyed but still concerned. A killer combination for Taehyung's vulnerable mind. But Taehyung would show him that for anything.

"I don't care how, just do it," he hissed in return.

Jimin sighed heavily, burdened with the suffering of his friend. He dropped to the floor in defiance. "No. I'm staying. You don't have to talk to me, but I'm here for you, okay?"

Taehyung turned to him. Damn it, he was gorgeous. Dark eyes clouded with concern, clothes hanging loosely off his toned body, soft, tantalising lips, and utterly, 100% straight. Well done, Taehyung.

They were so close it was almost unbearable. Every fibre in Taehyung's body wanted to take Jimin, claim him, conquer this anvil of longing that had been hanging over him for far too long. But all he could do was say,

"They're right. Every single one of them is right. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't act. I can barely speak properly. The sooner I accept that; the sooner I can leave." He sat back and stared into the blackness. A faint voice spoke beside him,

"Don't ever say that." It cracked, which got Taehyung's attention.

"Why are you upset? Why would you even care? It's true and that's that."

"Stop."

"Make me. Nothing else seems to work." Taehyung could tell Jimin was upset. He didn't care. Stop lying. Of course he cared. He wanted more than anything for Jimin to stay happy. But he wasn't.

"Taehyung, please stop being like this. I can't take it."

This made Taehyung laugh. "I'm sorry, am I annoying you, hyung? I apologise if 'being like this' is causing you so much trouble. I wouldn't want to make your life soooo much harder than it already is," he rolled his eyes, not that Jimin could tell. "Typical Jimin. Always the victim."

Jimin jumped to his feet. "Stop it!"

Taehyung followed. "Why?!"

Jimin looked like he wanted to rip his hair out. He looked at the floor, hands fidgeting. His whisper was a strange contrast from his outburst not five seconds ago.

"Because," he answered quietly, "you have no idea how hard it is, Taehyung, to feel the man you love push you away. To be able to taste his hatred of you. To hear him curse himself worse than he curses you."

Taehyung was silent. What the actual fuck? And suddenly all of his anger melted into sadness, regret and sorrow. But he couldn't speak. Whether it was the drugs taking hold of his system or the shock of Jimin's confession, Taehyung was unable to say anything.

Jimin angrily wiped a tear from his face with his sleeve. That had taken a lot. "I'm sorry, that was dumb. Just forget it. I'll go."

As he turned to leave, he felt a hand on his wrist. Instead of the confusion and fury that he was expecting, Taehyung's eyes were pleading. Whatever it cost, he couldn't let Jimin leave now. Not when he was so close.

They stared at each other. In less than a second, all memory of Taehyung's state and the argument shattered.

Jimin moved closer to Taehyung until he could feel his heartbeat with his chest. He could feel his hot breath on his neck. It smelled strongly of spirits, but he didn't care. They stood there, relishing the closeness. Taehyung ran his fingers lightly up Jimin's arm, sending shivers up the other man's spine.

Eventually, the tension became too much. They kissed with a violent passion that shook both of them to the bones. Taehyung pushed the smaller boy against the wall and broke the kiss momentarily to tear both of their shirts off

The feeling of Jimin's body under his was thrilling. He let his hands wander over his hyung's body, savouring his smooth skin, his toned abs down to the dip in the small of his back, which Taehyung soon learned was a very sensitive spot.

Jimin moved forward and pushed forward and lay both of them on Taehyung's bed, not daring to break the kiss for a second. He straddled his lover and continued the assault on his mouth. Despite the alcoholic overtones, his lips still tasted sweet, better than Jimin had ever dreamed.

The kiss deepened, both craving each other, fighting to become one. They had been without each other for far too long; they were making up for lost time.

Taehyung shuddered in ecstasy as his inamorato explored his mouth and body. He let down his defences and let the man rule his body completely. He felt Jimin's hands pull his head back to grant himself access to Taehyung's neck. As Jimin began to lick and suck on his dongsaeng's nape, Taehyung could only moan in bliss as Jimin worked to give him as much pleasure as possible.

Then Jimin stopped; Taehyung moaned again but in frustration. They looked deeply and lustfully into each other's eyes, out of breath. Jimin smirked.

"Don't you ever threaten to leave me again. I've got your back, Taehyung."

Taehyung smiled back. "You can have the rest of me if you want it…" he paused and bit his lip, "oppa."

Jimin's eyes widened. He reluctantly got up and moved to the door. Taehyung sat up on his elbows, curious. Jimin locked the door and turned around to face his partner.

"Oh you are so not going anywhere."