[Summary]

The other members are busy doing stuff together and all Taehyung wants to do is cuddle someone in silence. Who's the best person to get just that from?

Or:

Where Taehyung realizes slowly but surely that he's totally in love with Yoongi.

Words: 11,226

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  It was late in the night, of course, when Taehyung had suddenly started to feel down.

  It could've been because of the rain that made him feel this way, or maybe it was just the feeling sinking in the moment that they had started filming. He didn't hate the feeling, but he also didn't like it.

  He felt drained; like all emotions had been swept from under his feet. Talking about it to anybody would just mean that he'd have to talk, which he doesn't really feel like doing right now.

  He's not tired, so he can't just sleep the feeling away and hope that tomorrow is better. If anything, he just wishes to cuddle someone in silence and let the feeling be drowned by that silence. Let it be swept away as well.

  The only problem is that all of the members are busy doing something either together or alone.

  They were filming In The Soop, so of course, they'd be busy. Thing is, the cameras had turned off about twenty minutes ago and everyone is still busy.

  Namjoon and Jimin are playing ping pong, which Taehyung seriously doesn't have the energy for. Seokjin was washing up for bed and Jungkook had already gone to bed after messing around some with Jimin.

  Jimin.

  Taehyung had searched for Jimin, wanting him to be the first choice of cuddling, but the man had already been caught by Namjoon, getting distracted, so he would probably be busy with that ping pong game for too long.

  Seokjin was going to sleep. Doesn't like to be bothered after he's already showered and is off to bed, so Taehyung didn't want to bother him.

  Hoseok had showered before Seokjin, and he would probably be first pick if he hadn't pushed Taehyung off of him already. Since they were sharing a room, he tried, but Hoseok wasn't up for it tonight.

  Yoongi...

  Where even is Yoongi?

  He sleeps in the camper van. Though he probably wouldn't be up for cuddling just as much as Hoseok, Taehyung still wonders what would happen if he gave it a try.

  If Yoongi doesn't like something, he pushes people away. However, there are times where he also wants affection. Taehyung doesn't know if tonight could be one of those nights, but he finds himself walking towards the camper before he can even second guess it.

  It's cold as he walks there, so he held onto his jacket and lightly knocked on the door, quick.

  "Come in."

  He almost misses Yoongi's words because of how low he spoke, but he caught it, thankfully.

  Almost immediately as he opens the door, he walks up the barely sturdy steps to the van and hurriedly closes the door as he steps in.

  "Need something?" Yoongi asks.

  Taehyung almost forgets why he's there upon seeing Yoongi sitting down at the little table, laptop and headphones set in front of him. Of course, he's working even now.

  And of course he's working so that Taehyung can't just sit and chill with him like he wanted to.

  "You gonna speak or..?"

  He blinks away his thoughts and realizes he's staring at the headphones in Yoongi's hands, probably from where he had taken them off just then.

  "Uh." Taehyung clears his throat. "Yeah. I just wanted to..."

  The seat next to Yoongi looks comfortable enough right about now. Who's to say that Taehyung needs a big, nice bed to cuddle someone? Or to even just relax?

  "Keep working, hyung," he answers as he shuffles forward, but Yoongi keeps his eyes on him, curious as to what he's doing.

  Taehyung sits where Yoongi isn't taking up space and he tries to be sly as he lifts his legs across the older and slips his hands around his waist, making himself comfortable in Yoongi's little environment.

  The older chuckles a bit, but lets him. That means he's fine with it. He's not pushing him away or anything. He seems to find it amusing, so Taehyung simply nuzzles into Yoongi's arm and leaves it at that.

  That's all he needs.

  And just like that, Taehyung gets exactly what he wants. Cuddles and silence. Just enough to not be alone.

  Yoongi puts his headphones back on and his free hand lays in his lap, which is covered by Taehyung's long limbs now, so they really just settle on Taehyung's lap.

  Instead of letting his own thoughts consume him, Taehyung peeks over at what Yoongi is working on. He can faintly hear the beats from the song— the song he had already shown Taehyung before, but it sounded a bit different from when he had first heard it.

  Only when Yoongi shifts a bit does Taehyung unwrap his arms from his waist, It was a bit awkward anyways, so he set his hands in his lap instead of bothering to cuddle, but he still rests his head on Yoongi, though.

  Yoongi seems to notice though because he glances down and grabs Taehyung's hand with his own free hand and starts to fiddle with his fingers. Doing so only encourages Taehyung to do so as well.

  He plays with Yoongi's fingers, though it seems more intimate now than just laying his head on his shoulder. But if Yoongi doesn't mind, then neither does Taehyung.

  It only takes about ten more minutes before Yoongi takes his headphones off again and sets them down on the table, but with doing so, he takes his hand away from Taehyung's.

  "Are you bored or something?" he asks the younger.

  Taehyung shakes his head no. "I just wanted to cuddle someone in silence." He watches as Yoongi presses save on his laptop, then closes it. "Did I bother you, hyung?"

  He willingly lifts his head from Yoongi, and the older shakes his head as well, then lifts his hand to Taehyung's face, fingering one of the curls out of his eyes so he can see better.

  "You didn't."

  Taehyung knows that's probably a lie, but he lets himself believe it.

  Yoongi clears his throat and shivers a bit. "It's raining outside now? Where's your coat at?"

  Coat? He didn't bring a coat. Then again, he thought that the rain wouldn't come back so soon or at all. His pajamas were supposed to be enough to keep him warm.

  "I didn't bring my coat."

  A chuckle comes from Yoongi. "Did you plan on sleeping in here tonight?" He nudges Taehyung off of him, to which the younger pouted at, but obeyed anyway.

  He didn't plan on staying with Yoongi tonight, no, but as he was about to open the door, Yoongi grabbed ahold of his wrist.

  "Wait," he tells him.

  Yoongi tugs him towards where the bed is, peeking up at it, then back at the younger.

  If they hadn't known each other for so many years, Taehyung would've questioned it, but this is his Yoongi hyung, so of course he pads towards the bed and crawls up to it.

  Yoongi follows him up onto the big bed, made from this morning, and he reaches for one of the pillows at the end, where he must have thrown them out of his way.

  A pillow is offered to Taehyung, as are the blankets as Yoongi raises them for him to get under. He does, basking in the silent gestures.

  This is what he wanted.

  Rain pouring, cold seeping in through the camper, blanket hugging him, and the quiet presence of another member with him.

  He tries to wrap his arms around Yoongi, but the older huffs and turns over, facing away from him. A small smile lifts Taehyung's lips, and he knows Yoongi doesn't seem to want to cuddle, but he still wraps his arms around him and pulls him in.

  This time, Yoongi lets him.

  Taehyung's body presses against Yoongi's and he almost instantly feels warm, but he doesn't know if it's because of body heat or if it's because his cheeks heat up at the fact that Yoongi is letting him cuddle him.

  He decided not to question it.

  Instead, he closes his eyes and lets the raindrops hitting the roof relax him. Lets his quiet cuddling begin again.

  But there's a problem with that now.

  Of course, he wanted silence before, but now he feels like he has so much to say. He so badly wants to say something about how small Yoongi feels next to him, or how his heart feels warm as well, or how perfectly this bed and pillow smells like Yoongi— like Yoongi's scent is just drowning him right now.

  But then again, if he talks now, he's sure he'll ruin their cuddling— which he's glad that Yoongi is even allowing in the first place.

So, instead of speaking, he lets his thoughts consume him again.

Those dark thoughts.

Not dark. Felt.

He feels the darkness, but it's something he's learned to grow with as a part of him now. He's always had these moments, but today's thoughts rely on the pandemic and the way he can almost feel every raindrop outside, though he isn't outside in the rain.

Taehyung misses everything.

The fans, the stage, the loving warmth that fills him the moment he steps on stage, hearing those screams, those people in the audience saying "I love you" and "thank you" though they have no reason to thank him or to love him, yet they do. Always have.

But now, all he has is his thoughts. The memories. The feelings seep in again.

But as he thinks of the warmth that comes from ARMY, he can't help but notice a part of him feels that warmth right now, as he holds onto his tiny hyung, who is long gone by now, soft snores bringing Taehyung back to the real world.

Maybe the warmth is because Taehyung is used to sharing those feelings with the members. Together, they're always with ARMY together. Maybe it's because his mind drifts off to Yoongi, performing with him, on that big stage— what could've been.

Even so, there's only so much that Taehyung can do with that warmth.

He tightens his arms on the older and carefully scoots forward. The warmth becomes both of theirs as Taehyung presses up closer to Yoongi.

Yoongi's flat tummy moves up and down with every soft breath and Taehyung can feel it, with his hand resting on the white fabric of his t-shirt. He can feel how soft Yoongi is, too. Like a big, yet not so big teddy bear.

So Taehyung just hugs him.

He presses his nose into the back of Yoongi's neck, the tiny hair tickling his nose, but it seems so familiar. The woodsy scent, the touch, every little inch of warmth.

It all feels so familiar, yet he and Yoongi had never cuddled before in their life. Taehyung is glad that he came here now, because his lonely thoughts shift to thoughts about Yoongi, and it's a distraction.

It's a distraction that leads Taehyung to closing his eyes and finally resting. A distraction that's loud enough to drown out everything else, and Taehyung tells himself that it's because he easily gets distracted, but he knows that that's only half true.

He just loves cuddling Yoongi.

-

  Waking up had never felt so different. With the groggy feeling and dawn seeping in, making Taehyung hotter than he remembers being last night.

  Yoongi is in front of him and he still has his arms wrapped around him, except this time, the older had somehow turned over during the night, facing Taehyung now.

  Lips parted, uneven due to the back of his hand pressed up against his cheek, fingers curled into his palm. His lips were so pink, being opened like that, and his eyes were shut, eyelashes settled on his skin so gently. So peaceful and pretty as he sleeps soundlessly.

  Though he thought that just staring at the sleeping man would stop time, time seems to start flowing again as said man's eyes flutter open slowly, immediately locking eyes with Taehyung and furrowing his eyebrows.

  "Hm?" he questions, mouth finally closing from how he had been sleeping.

  Taehyung feels himself smile a bit at the way Yoongi seems to not care about distance and instead closes his eyes again.

  His hair falls towards his pillow and Taehyung nearly wants to reach out and play with it, but he doesn't.

  "Morning," he says instead.

  Yoongi groans at that. "It's hot."

  He pushed the white blanket off of him and Taehyung follows, not mentioning that it was probably because they were both in clothes, head to toe, and had been cuddled up just moments before.

  "Yeah."

  The younger sits up in the bed and doesn't hesitate to look back at Yoongi, who had already curled back up into his pillow.

  A short thought ran through Taehyung's mind, that he sort of wanted to run a hand through Yoongi's hair and tease him a bit, but the older looked so comfortable and his hair was messy and he looked so perfectly cute— he didn't want to mess with that.

  "You should go back to your room," Yoongi mumbles.

  Yeah, he probably should, but why, exactly?

  He decides not to question it. Instead of doing that, he rolls off of the bed and stretches out in the camper, ready to do just that; go back to his room, though he doesn't really want to. The camper bed was completely comfortable, but whatever.

  When he does leave, he doesn't say anything to Yoongi. He doesn't really have to, and he knows that even if he did, Yoongi probably wouldn't answer him back anyways.

  So, he goes back to his room.

  His bed is cold and it isn't big and comfortable like Yoongi's bed is, but it'll do for the remaining sleep he wanted to catch before they started their day.

  They would only be filming In The Soop for a few more days, so he wanted to make the most of it and didn't want to complain about being kicked out of the camper.

  He cuddled into his cold pillow and sighed, still sure not to wake Hoseok.

  The pillow smelled of— not Yoongi. It wasn't as pleasing anymore and he had nothing to distract him anymore. Of course, he was tired, but that doesn't mean that his mind will let him sleep now.

  Still, he closes his eyes and hopes for the best. Hopes he can rest a bit more, even without Yoongi in his arms.

-

"This song sounds so much like you."

A soft smile crept onto Taehyung's face at Yoongi's words. He knows the song is made specifically for him. Lyrics and all. Soft guitar, low notes, the melody.

He had been working on his mixtape and if there's anyone he's likely to go to for help, it's Yoongi. He didn't necessarily need help, but more like a little push.

"I like the first line," Yoongi speaks again as he fiddles with his computer— Taehyung had basically broken into his studio to show him the song. "It's very you, for sure. The angel part? Yeah. It's good, Tae."

For what seems like the first time ever, Taehyung smiles at the compliment. It's a huge compliment to hear that the song suits him like that because that's all Taehyung ever wants when he writes songs for himself.

So, hearing that makes him smile.

"How are your songs coming along, hyung?" he asks Yoongi, scooting forward a bit to peek at the computer mouse as it wanders across the screen aimlessly.

Yoongi just shrugs. "I had Jimin go over some lines recently, so I finally have a draft for this one song— Telepathy."

Telepathy, the song Yoongi had been working on while they were filming In The Soop. Of course, Taehyung wonders how it sounds now, but he doesn't want to bother Yoongi too much today. Even so, Yoongi unplugs his headphones and lets the song start through the speakers.

Again, Taehyung smiles.

The song sounds fun, like he wants to jump on it then and there. Almost perfect for his own voice, especially on that one part— the pre-chorus, which gets stuck in his head.

"You're so good at this, hyung."

Taehyung relaxes back into the couch and lets the music fill his ears. Yoongi stares at the desktop screen, not once looking back at the younger, but he leans back as well.

Taehyung wasn't lying about Yoongi being good at making music. He always makes things catchy while delivering a message, and it's either always soothing or always a bop. He doesn't know how he does it, but he swears that Yoongi has magical hands.

"It's practice," Yoongi chuckles, then finally turns to face Taehyung. "Why don't you put your song on the speaker?"

He stands up from his chair and turns his song off, then pulls a cord all the way to Taehyung as he sits on the couch next to him.

Taehyung stares at the cord for a second, a shy smile on his face as Yoongi holds it out.

"You sure?"

Yoongi simply rolls his eyes. "Yeah." He tucks his foot under his leg and leans back as Taehyung finally takes the cord.

Taehyung plugs the cord into his phone and then puts on the song, still kind of embarrassed to suddenly do so, but he knows the song is well enough to play out loud anyways.

The soft guitar plays and almost instantly, in the dim studio and with Yoongi sitting next to him, he feels the same warmth that he felt that night that he had cuddled up to Yoongi.

By the way Yoongi stares up at the ceiling, head tilted back and barely any expression on his face, Taehyung thinks that maybe Yoongi can feel the sort of vibes he wanted the song to convey. He leans his head onto the seat as well, but his eyes only watch Yoongi.

The way his neck is stretched back, his hair falling back, eyelids slow as he blinks. Yoongi seems to feel Taehyung's eyes on him, because he turns over, just like Taehyung, and lets his eyes fall onto his instead of the ceiling.

Taehyung almost wants to flinch and back away because of how close they suddenly feel, but he doesn't. Can't find a reason to shy away now, now that they're already listening to the soft melody and relaxing to it.

"It's pretty," Yoongi tells him.

He looks away, though, not one for eye contact, and he goes back to his original position, looking back up at the ceiling. Taehyung knows that Yoongi can still feel his eyes on him, but he doesn't care to look away.

"Yeah," he breathes out as the song comes to an end. Something about the way Yoongi seems so gentle and relaxed right now makes his lips curl up into another soft smile. "It's pretty," he repeats.

Though, as he watches Yoongi tug his pretty black hair behind his ear, Taehyung isn't so sure he's talking about the song at this point.

-

Okay.

Taehyung feels a bit different. In a good way or a bad way, he doesn't know, but he feels different and that's enough for him to be concerned about in the first place.

Yoongi.

After their latest album, Yoongi has been gone for a bit because of his shoulder surgery. When he told the group he'd be getting surgery, Taehyung almost immediately felt like something hit him— whiplash. He was hit right in the face.

Yoongi hyung won't be with us for a while.

The more it sinks in, the more Taehyung tells himself that everything is going to be fine. But, then again, the more it sinks in with time, the more Yoongi isn't there; performances, practices, at work, even at awards shows and in Run BTS episodes— it feels wrong.

Yoongi should be there.

He would make things feel lighter. Yoongi would've killed this interview question, he would've made this certain joke during this episode, he would love to be here to accept this main award. Everything.

They even performed an old song of theirs— I NEED U— Yoongi would've aced this performance and he's the one who starts the song. It just didn't feel right without him.

Nothing feels right without him.

And of course, that warmth that Taehyung had felt months ago— no, the warmth that he's always felt with Yoongi— it's gone. It feels cold now. Yoongi will come back, of course, but the feeling of Yoongi being gone...

It's like being alone on a stage, no audience, no ARMY, nothing but him.

There's no point in being there.

There's no point in performing and doing daily things without Yoongi there. BTS is seven. Not six. It just feels wrong without him.

But it's more than that.

Taehyung feels sad in a way. Sure, all of the other members miss Yoongi and all, but why does Taehyung feel so specifically down about the sudden change in the group?

Is it because Yoongi isn't here in the group or is it because Yoongi isn't here?

Is it only because Yoongi isn't with them to perform or is it also because Taehyung's warmth is gone? He wants that warmth back, but why? Why from him?

Taehyung could go to any member for that. Hell, he basically cuddles with Jimin and Seokjin like— all the time— so why does he want to be difficult and want Yoongi?

That's the problem, though.

He wants Yoongi.

Gosh, even now, as Taehyung is lying on his bed in the cold, he feels weird to admit it. He misses Yoongi, but it's because he wants Yoongi.

But, as he thinks to himself like that, the warmth does creep in again. The warmth that he feels every time in Yoongi's presence— it's a weird type of warmth that Taehyung, for so long, had no clue how to describe, but now, as he thinks about wanting Yoongi, he can almost identify exactly what the warmth is.

Almost.

Does he have a crush on Yoongi?

What is it? What is this warmth? It doesn't feel like a crush. Taehyung has had crushes before, and yes, he feels warm in his cheeks, but here, thinking about the warmth that comes with Yoongi, it's not in just his cheeks. It's all over.

His cheeks, his blood, his heart. Everything becomes warm, and he had never thought about it. He just thought it was love, in the way that he loves his members.

But, as he thinks about his love for Jungkook or his love for Hoseok, it's not the same. He doesn't get the same warmth from them.

Yoongi... thinking about the type of warmth he feels when he thinks of Yoongi makes Taehyung clench tightly onto his pillow. It makes him stare up at the ceiling in disbelief. It makes him fear what else he's never realized about himself.

He's afraid.

He's afraid to admit that warmth.

-

  Taehyung's problem with missing Yoongi didn't last too too long, though that's just what he's told. If you were to ask him, it lasted decades before Yoongi came back.

  "Hey," Yoongi chuckles as Jungkook lightly brushes at his shoulder. Taehyung watches from across the couch, just seeing the youngest with his wide eyes as he shoots his arms back to his side quickly. Yoongi chuckles again. "I feel fine, you don't have to treat me like a baby," he tells Jungkook.

  Taehyung understands Jungkook.

  He, too, wishes that Yoongi is comfortable. He wants to constantly check on him as well, but something about the interaction makes Taehyung feel a bit bittersweet.

  "Does it hurt?" Jungkook asks him.

  Yoongi shrugs.

  He claims that his shoulder feels fine, that it's been a while since the surgery and he's okay, but they had seen him struggle a bit here lately— Taehyung blames their job.

  Yoongi did seem to be getting better, but the members have noticed that he complains about his shoulder still, probably because he took it upon himself to start dancing again while he was still in the middle of recovery.

  "I'm fine."

  But those words aren't too convincing. None of them really buy it. Apparently Jungkook especially, because he goes back to gently rubbing— barely even touching his shoulder— but he's being careful.

  Taehyung wants to pull the younger away for whatever reason.

  "Let me see," Jimin says with a grin on his face as he sits on the other side of Yoongi. Taehyung looks away as the older wraps an arm around Yoongi. "Feeling good, hyung? Why's the maknae asking you this?"

  He hears Yoongi make a noise of disapproval. "I feel fine," he repeats.

  Taehyung tries to focus on the TV. A drama is playing right now, which he isn't really interested in, but he wants to distract himself from the weird tug he feels in his stomach.

  "You sure you feel fine? Have you been— ah, hyung," Jimin's words make Taehyung look over again, but as he does, he's met with Yoongi up and walking towards him.

  The older sits beside Taehyung and the weight of Yoongi next to him makes him smile.

  Yoongi came over here for protection.

  As Jimin follows him over, Taehyung holds out his hand to stop him. "Go away," he says. Jimin has that grin on his face still, but Taehyung doesn't let him come near Yoongi, pushing him away as he tried to annoy the older.

  "Ah, you're no fun."

  Taehyung shrugs. "We're tired. No time for fun right now."

  Yoongi simply nods in agreement.

  Usually, Jimin never gives up on annoying the members, but today, thankfully, Jungkook came up behind him and started pinching at him, earning his attention instead.

  Somehow, the two survived. Jimin got distracted with the youngest and they went off to go to the company together to work out and work some.

  Beside Taehyung, Yoongi looks like he's contemplating going as well. Taehyung can tell. He isn't even paying attention to the TV.

  "Are you going to go to work too, hyung?" Taehyung asks.

  But Yoongi shakes his head, eyes still unfocused on anything in particular.

  "Then what do you plan on doing?"

  Almost before he's done asking, Yoongi takes his phone out of his pocket and— something odd happens.

  Yoongi lifts his legs up and over Taehyung's lap and he pulls his knees up to Taehyung's chest, lying his head right next to Taehyung's on the couch, and he pulls his phone to his face. He has no expression, his phone seeming to distract him from showing anything.

  The younger blinks upon having Yoongi curl up into his lap like that, but he feels that warmth creep in again and suddenly he places his hesitant hands down on Yoongi's knees.

  His legs curl in more and he ignores Taehyung's question, but Taehyung doesn't care. Something about the way Yoongi has chosen this way to cuddle with him makes him wonder— this is the exact way Taehyung had come up to him when he wanted to cuddle in silence, months ago. Last year now.

  So, instead of questioning it, Taehyung starts to gently rub at Yoongi's clothed legs, the pajamas he's wearing feeling soft on his palm.

  Yoongi curls more into the couch, his phone probably blinding him with how close it is to his face, but Taehyung just bites back a smile and he lays his head back and closes his eyes.

  Like this, he thinks Yoongi is cuter than ever. Cuddly, small in his arms.

  As much as he wants to tell Yoongi how cute he is, he wouldn't. Not unless it was in a less intimate moment. Right now, if he says it, he'll make things extremely weird. Plus, Yoongi probably wants silence and Taehyung doesn't want to ruin that, because Yoongi never ruined that for him when he wanted it.

  Instead, he rubs circles against Yoongi's legs and lets the older relax. After all, he deserves that much.

Taehyung would just have to ignore that warm feeling in his heart as he does so.

-

  Taehyung almost started biting his nails but ended up pinching uncontrollably at his lips— his bottom lip, mostly.

  He was alone in his apartment and as usual, his mind started to bring thought upon thoughts, making his head swirl because yet again, he was alone. But...

  He's alone in his bedroom and the thoughts that come to his mind are not your ordinary "what am I going to do today" thoughts. These thoughts were much different.

  Not so innocent.

  Taehyung tried so, so hard not to think about a certain person, though. Thoughts like that come normally to him, and it can come to anyone really, but his mind just kept drifting to the person he kept trying to ignore in that way.

  He already felt guilty upon realizing his feelings for Yoongi, but he seriously can't ignore wanting to think about him in such situations. They're supposed to only be innocent thoughts, but he can't help it when it comes down to it.

  The thought of having Yoongi under his hold just makes something itch in him.

  Having Yoongi like that seems like such a sin, but the more those thoughts consume him, the more it seems normal to have.

  He's never been so innocent, the way people think. Of course, he has thoughts like this.

  But about Yoongi..?

  It seems almost unfair. Unfair, that his mind has kept these thoughts locked up for so long, and unfair, how good it feels to think them. To think of Yoongi in that way.

  There's no going back now, Taehyung thinks, as he's already thinking of so many scenarios in his head. He lets it consume him. Lets himself finally accept the fact that he seriously likes Yoongi in every way possible. Even in the naughty ways.

  He accepts it.

-

  "What are you looking at?"

  Taehyung focuses on the person in front of him, Yoongi, and he realizes that he's just been staring at him for a bit now.

  He shakes his head and turns back to Yoongi's computer screen, to the files, to the music he had been working on.

  "Sorry," he mutters out as he realizes that Yoongi asked him a question. "Just a bit distracted. Don't worry."

  But Yoongi looks at him, really looks. Taehyung tries to ignore it, but the older raises an eyebrow just before chuckling.

  Taehyung was distracted in the worst way possible right now. He was supposed to be working on music with Yoongi, but he's alone with him in the studio and his mind keeps being filled with dirty thoughts again— this time because Yoongi is here with him.

  He never went back after he started.

  Those dirty thoughts keep him up at night, sometimes. He can't not think about Yoongi. He can't stop wanting him and it's affecting him in too many ways now, but he can't stop it.

  Not even ten minutes into their session, Taehyung was thinking about how perfectly Yoongi would bend over the desk. That's how corrupt he's gotten.

  Just now, he was staring at Yoongi's lips; soft, so pink, so kissable.

  He needs to stop before it goes elsewhere, but now that he has a new train of thought, it hasn't stop choo-chooing in his damn mind.

  "You sure you're okay?" Yoongi asks.

  No.

  "Of course."

  Yoongi tilts his head and something in his eyes shines when he looks at Taehyung. Realistically, Taehyung knows it's the light from the computer screen, but he wants to believe it's also curiosity.

  "You're so distracted lately." Yoongi leans back in his chair and kicks aimlessly at Taehyung's feet, making the younger's heart stop beating for a moment. "You sure you're okay? You can tell hyung if something's wrong."

  It's that.

  That's the thing that makes the warmth hit Taehyung like a truck yet again.

  "I'm fine, really, hyung." He doesn't want to lie, but if he knew the truth, Yoongi would hate him for it. So, he lies.

  But Yoongi tilts his head again to find the younger's eyes. "Are you sure? It's not because of PTD, is it? People will love the song. You don't have to worry about that."

  Taehyung almost wants to frown, to hold Yoongi tight and tell him no, that he feels less nervous about Permission To Dance than he does about liking him.

  "It's not that," he says.

  Though it was supposed to make Yoongi feel better, the older frowns at him. "You're worried about something else, then?"

  Taehyung curses himself. He should've just lied and said that yes, it's because he's nervous about their song release. But now he's passed the option and he can't go back, and Yoongi is still asking him what's wrong.

  "It's- It's nothing, really."

  "Do you not trust me?" Yoongi asks, then turns his head away. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." His head falls a bit and he laughs at himself, but Taehyung can hear the tone of the laugh; it's deflated.

  Without a second thought, he lifts his hands to Yoongi's cheeks and lifts the older's head, making him look back at him.

  "I do trust you, hyung," he mutters, not caring that Yoongi is pouting so cutely back at him, wondering why Taehyung felt the need to cup his cheeks. "I trust you," he repeats.

  Yoongi's pout softens and he simply looks back at Taehyung, having the younger hold his face like this. "Okay," he whispers, a smile making its way to his face, but Taehyung's hand squishes it together and he laughs, heart melting at the sight.

  The older laughs too, but he pulls his head away and looks back at the screen.

  "Let's get back to work."

-

  Taehyung walks in to see something that he probably shouldn't have.

He broke the charger to his phone, not knowing how. So, in a way to make conversation, he of course asks Yoongi if he can borrow his charger just for a bit. The older tells him yes, to come and get it later, but Taehyung doesn't want any later. He's greedy to even be in Yoongi's presence.

So, he walks to Yoongi's room with confidence as he's got an excuse to go into Yoongi's room and see him even for just a split second.

As he walks into the room though, that split second freezes when he sees Yoongi standing at the end of his bed, laundry being taken care of, but a pair of black lace panties in the older's hand, as if it was nothing.

Taehyung frowns upon seeing Yoongi's back turned to him, but he frowns even deeper once he realizes that Yoongi has a pair of someone's panties in his hands.

Immediately, he thinks Yoongi is seeing someone, which almost instantly makes his shoulders drop in defeat.

"Hyung?"

Shocked, Yoongi turns around, not having realized that anyone was behind him. He tucks the panties behind him.

  "Tae—" Yoongi puts the lace back in the basket and points over to his bedside table, where Taehyung doesn't even care to look. "The charger. 's over there."

  He rubs at his neck as if he's embarrassed and Taehyung can tell, by the way his head drops, that he is. But Taehyung is too focused on the pang in his heart to even say anything to him.

  If it were anyone else right now, they'd probably poke and tease at Yoongi, questioning where he got those from, but Taehyung doesn't have the strength to even pretend to want to know who owns those— other than Yoongi, now.

  Taehyung goes for the charger instead, ignoring it all. Ignoring the sinking of his heart, ignoring the fact that he should've known Yoongi sleeps with people— hell, he knows some of the members do that— but the only difference is that Taehyung wouldn't feel his heart sink if he knew any of the others had a pair of someone's panties in their laundry.

  Is Yoongi seeing someone?

  Of course, he doesn't bring himself to ask, but he does bring himself to get the charger and mutter a quick "thanks" before leaving fast. He didn't want to be in that room now, though he was the one who purposely texted Yoongi, wanting to merely see the older, because this stupid feeling of his has gotten out of hand.

  He likes Yoongi.

  He likes him, and now he's feeling a disgusting knot in his stomach knowing that Yoongi is doing all the naughty things that he had fantasized about with someone else.

  It's dumb, he knows, but whoever owns those pair of panties, whoever is sleeping with Min Yoongi can drown in dog water for all he cares. That's his hyung. That's his Yoongi.

  Realistically, Yoongi isn't his. He's selfish for even thinking that way, but he doesn't care to be selfish every once in a while because he knows that he can be perfect for Yoongi. He knows he's romantic and affectionate and that he can be an amazing boyfriend.

  The only problem is whether Yoongi would want him like that or not. Judging by what he just saw, Taehyung doesn't know if that will ever be an option.

  He takes Yoongi's charger as a piece of him, though Taehyung already feels like a piece of him is already there in his heart, but he takes the charger and keeps his mouth shut.

  There's no need in embarrassing himself today or ever because there's no way Yoongi would want him in that way. He knew that when he first started to realize his feelings for Yoongi.

  So, he keeps his mouth shut.

-

  Yoongi hadn't had anybody over at the dorms. Not that Taehyung was watching and waiting or anything. Just— Yoongi hasn't had any company over, and that's that.

  Taehyung shouldn't be so caught up in his own head like this. He shouldn't be so worried about Yoongi's sex life. That's too personal in like— every way possible. But he can't help but wonder if he's being treated well.

  At this point, Taehyung sighs to himself and accepts defeat before it actually hits him.

  He loves Yoongi. He's in love with Yoongi— and he realized probably all too late, but with the thought always crossing his mind, whether Yoongi is doing okay right now, if he's ate dinner yet, if he's stretched out and taken care of himself, or if he's feeling okay today— Yoongi must feel loved at all times, yet Taehyung doubts some bitch with her black lace panties is loving him the right way.

  It's not fair.

  And it's not fair that as Taehyung is sulking to himself in his room, that he hears a knock, soon followed by the opening of his door. Not fair that it's Yoongi who appears, inviting himself into the younger's room.

  "Hey," he calls out. Probably because Taehyung was zoned out, but it gets Taehyung's attention, focusing finally on who had entered his room.

  "Hi, hyung."

  Though he felt like shit, the fact that Yoongi was standing in front of him right now made him feel lighter. He doesn't know if he hates that feeling or if he loves it all too well.

  "You tired?" Yoongi asks as he walks towards Taehyung.

Taehyung is lying on his bed, feeling pulled down into a state of being in the middle of sad and tired; he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the way he feels, even with Yoongi's warmth now, because he knows the warmth is just something he'll have to let go of one day.

Of course, Taehyung is tired.

He's tired of everything. "Why do you ask?"

The older invites himself to sit on the edge of Taehyung's bed. He shrugs, but Taehyung knows better. Knows Yoongi doesn't just ask questions with no meanings. As Yoongi starts to crawl up next to him, he knows for sure that Yoongi must have something on his mind.

"Why?" he tries again, and Yoongi only plops down onto the pillow next to him.

"You're full of questions, huh?"

Taehyung huffs. "Says you." He turns onto his side, facing the older. "Are you tired, hyung?"

Another shrug. Yoongi then turned over onto his back, always trying his best to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm not tired," he answers, "You seem distracted lately, so I thought I'd come and see what you're doing. Haven't seen you since- since you came to get my charger."

Distracted. Guess you could say that.

"Did you come in here to talk to me or did you come in here to get your charger back?" Taehyung chuckles as Yoongi's nose scrunches up in denial.

"Both," the older laughs a bit as well but covers his smile with his hand. His eyes sparkle, though the light is off, and he looks so pretty like that, laughing, lying down next to Taehyung, but Taehyung ignores the warmth in his heart as he watches.

He reaches over onto his bedside table and unplugs the charger, then presents it to the older, who gently takes it.

The room is quiet, but they don't seem to mind, letting it take over their conversation.

Taehyung tries to ignore his thoughts as they start flowing in, but he can't help but want to be nosy now that he's got Yoongi right there in front of him. He's too curious for his own good.

"Are you seeing someone, hyung?"

Yoongi's brows furrow, then he glances back at Taehyung, now turned over onto the bed again— the bed that Taehyung suddenly wants to melt into and die in for even asking.

"What makes you think that?" Yoongi chuckles. His laugh is more light than before, a hint of amusement hidden behind it.

Taehyung shrugs this time. "I don't know. You had- uh- a pair of panties in your laundry, so I guess I just thought that you're seeing someone, right?"

Yoongi is no longer laughing, instead he shuts his mouth and looks away again.

"Oh."

The younger pulls his pillow further into himself, trying not to scream to himself as he feels his heartbeat thump thump thump quick in his chest, waiting for a simple answer.

Yoongi turns to him and frowns, which isn't what Taehyung wants. He wants Yoongi to laugh and say it's a joke, or those were a gift from ARMY or something.

Instead, the older sighs.

"They're mine."

Taehyung rolls his eyes and huffs out in frustration. Obviously, they're Yoongi's now, but that's not what he wanted to know.

"So are you seeing someone?" he asks, this time more wanting than the first time.

Yoongi turns to him again, eyebrows furrowed as he scans his face. "What?" he asks, but soon after, his mouth drops. "Wait, no. Taehyung, the panties are mine."

Yeah, they're his.

They're ... his.

Taehyung blinks in confusion as he interprets the sentence differently, the way Yoongi seems to intend.

Oh.

Oh... Fuck.

Something in Taehyung clicks at the realization. First, relief. Yoongi isn't seeing anyone. Great. Second, shock. Those panties are Yoongi's. Yoongi wears them.

His body— his entire body is hit with goosebumps, a shiver running down the lower part of his spine at the thought.

"You—" Taehyung stops himself as he notices that Yoongi is frowning and avoiding eye contact. "Oh. I- I didn't mean to just assume anything, hyung. I bet—" He nearly chokes on his words, but he clears his throat. "I bet they look good on you, hyung."

His cheeks heat up and he clenches his fist as he thinks about Yoongi wearing those black lace panties, and fuck, it may have been a mistake to think about it with him right here next to him, because he feels it rush straight to a place that should've been avoided.

Yoongi sits up on the bed and turns to him, starting to pick at the blanket. Taehyung follows, sitting up and waiting for Yoongi to say something.

"You think so?" he finally asks.

God, Taehyung wants to throw his head back, the sweet tone in Yoongi's voice making him want to scream hell yeah.

As if to make things so much worse, Yoongi tugs at the pajama pants resting on his skin, pulling the hem down and revealing a dark blue color— lace— he's showing Taehyung his fucking lace panties.

"I'm wearing some right now," he announces as if Taehyung hadn't gotten that much by now.

His throat feels dry, but he swallows anyway. "It's very pretty, hyung."

Their eyes meet for a split second before Yoongi averts his eyes and lets go of his pants, covering the panties back up.

"Thank you," he says as he looks away. There's a faint redness to his ears and Taehyung clenches his fists, finding it so cruel that Yoongi is blushing, wearing those pretty panties, sitting on his bed, and he's not in Taehyung's arms right now.

"Hyung—"

A loud alarm suddenly goes off, causing both of them to jump at the disturbance. It's Yoongi who quickly takes out his phone and presses a button, turning off the awful noise.

He looks back up at the younger. "I have a meeting to go to."

Okay. Fuck.

"Go on," Taehyung tells him even if he doesn't want Yoongi to leave.

When Yoongi does take off, he's in a hurry, and Taehyung notices that maybe Yoongi hadn't meant to stay in here with him for too long, but he's glad he did now. Even if he's now going to think about those lace panties for the rest of— probably this entire week.

-

Taehyung's mind is freaking relentless after he figures out that Yoongi wears cute lace panties around just whenever.

If his dirty thoughts weren't enough for him already, now he can't stop thinking about that fact— how Yoongi would look without those damn sweatpants covering him.

He knows that the older's skin would look so pretty in contrast to the pretty colors, the lace pressed against the skin just so tight to his private area. Taehyung knows that he'd look so good, but he also knows that he'll never know how it is to its full extent, and fuck, that sucks.

They hadn't spoken about it since then, but now when he sees Yoongi, he can't help but picture that taunting image— undressing Yoongi so slow, like unwrapping a present, and he'd reveal those panties.

He'd run his fingers down Yoongi's sides, taking in the glory of it all. Soft skin, meeting the lace, his own long fingers curling under it and teasingly tugging at it.

At this point, he thinks about how Yoongi would react as well. Wonders if he would be quiet and remain calm about it all or if he'd be so turned on that he'd squirm under Taehyung's hold, whine and moan as the younger does it.

"—with us, Taehyung-ah?"

Taehyung blinks as his name is called. "Huh?" he questions instantly, throat dry as he swallows away his ideas, which were being interrupted by Hoseok.

"I said," the older tsks, "we're going to work. Do you want to come with us or are you going later?"

He looks around, Jungkook and Jin standing behind Hoseok. "Oh, uh, I'll go later. Go ahead and go," he tells them. Hoseok nods and the three turn away, leaving without any further questions.

As they leave, Taehyung sinks down into the couch, frowning as he notices that he was caught up in his head once again.

"You sure you're fine?"

He jumps, the voice coming out of nowhere, but now that he thinks about it, the reason he had started having such thoughts in the first place was because Yoongi was just sitting on the other side of the couch.

"Yeah." He straightens up on the couch. Yoongi gave him an odd look, but he ignored it. "I'm good. You sort of scared me, though."

Yoongi lightly laughs at him. "Yeah, I see that. You're still distracted, though."

"I don't mean to be."

"Well." Yoongi shrugs. "I asked you why you were distracted last time and you didn't answer me so I just figured... Unless you were only concerned about my clothing choices," he jokes, but Taehyung freezes.

He shakes his head in denial. "No. Of course not. It's fine, really. I always get distracted like this."

"No, Jungkook does."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "And what does Jungkook have to do with this conversation, hyung?"

It's slight, but Taehyung can see that Yoongi pouts. Perhaps his tone had come off as a bit rude, but it's only because...

Why?

Because Yoongi is mentioning someone else instead of him? Pathetic.

"Sorry," he's quick to speak.

Yoongi picks up the string that's attached to his sweatpants and starts to play with it. "It's okay." He purses his lips, then looks up at Taehyung. "I'm gonna go make some lunch. Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No."

Yoongi nods at Taehyung's words, then stands up from the couch and starts to walk towards the kitchen.

Taehyung soon follows him as well, deciding to watch as he makes lunch for them. The more Yoongi so kindly does things for him, as usual, Taehyung feels that damn warmth in his heart. Love.

He's just too in love with—

"Ah! Shit!" Yoongi slings his hand back and curses more, ignoring Taehyung's wide eyes of confusion as he shakes his hand back and forth, blowing at it.

Taehyung stands there like a fool, only watching as Yoongi frowns. "Hyung? What happened?"

Yoongi clenches his free hand around his shirt and he holds up the hand he was wildly throwing around.

"Stupid pan burned me." His lips were set in a pout as he blew on his finger.

The younger, upon hearing that Yoongi burned himself, walks up to him and takes his wrist, pulling him towards the sink and turning it on. Yoongi doesn't question it, only lets Taehyung run cold water onto his finger, which had a little red spot on it now.

"Do you want me to kill the stupid pan for you?" Taehyung questions.

Yoongi's shoulders drop, tenseness fading away at Taehyung's words. "Yes."

Instead of murdering a pan, Taehyung brings Yoongi's wet finger up and, as if not thinking at all, as if treating Yoongi like an absolute baby, he presses a kiss to Yoongi's finger.

"Stupid pan," he repeats in a hushed tone.

He glances back at Yoongi, the older already having his eyes settled back on him.

He stops what he's doing and gazes back at Yoongi as well. The meat that Yoongi had put in the pan was cooking, sizzling behind them, but Taehyung wasn't focused on that.

Yoongi.

Yoongi, with a pout set on his lips and his eyes glowing under the light, a bit watery from the burn, he assumes, but still pretty nonetheless. He wants nothing more than to kiss that pout away and make it all better.

"Tae.."

Taehyung snaps back into reality; reality being that he's staring down at Yoongi's lips and found himself rubbing circles on Yoongi's backhand with his thumb.

He lets go of Yoongi's hand, but almost immediately after doing so, Yoongi's hands find a different home, straight up and into Taehyung's hair, pulling him down.

Before he understands what's happening, Yoongi's lips are connected to his.

Everything stops. The sizzling of the meat turns into the sizzling of Taehyung's entire body, Yoongi's lips against his being the cause of it all— and he wonders if he's dreaming, or if he should do something back.

Something screams to do the latter, to not question it, so he doesn't question it and instead he shuts his eyes tight and pulls Yoongi in by his waist, letting his lips part.

Yoongi's lips part as well, except he releases a sigh against Taehyung's lips, pulling him in closer and gripping tight onto the younger's hair as he kisses him.

Taehyung doesn't know what's happening, but he pushes Yoongi against the kitchen counter and pulls him closer as well, pressing their bodies together and warming at the sound of a small moan slipping Yoongi's lips.

"Fuck."

He holds tight onto Yoongi's waist and pushes his tongue through, through Yoongi's lips and into his mouth, entering and tasting, the taste of the fruity drink that Yoongi had been drinking earlier.

His feet feel awkward as he steps forward, but his body is on fire, wanting more and more, so he takes it. He takes Yoongi's mouth and nearly devours the older, every inch being explored and taken care of without question.

Yoongi is small against the counter, but Taehyung likes it— no, he loves it that way. Always wanted to feel the smaller under his hold, and now here they are, Taehyung taking advantage of the moment.

"Mm." Yoongi soon pulls away and Taehyung doesn't want it to happen, but he lets it. "Gotta turn off the food, Tae."

At that, Taehyung backs away, hands still on Yoongi's waist, but now he furrows his eyebrows at him. He doesn't give a damn about that food.

Yoongi laughs though and pushes his hands away. He leaves Taehyung's side to turn off the stove, but even after that's done, Taehyung stands in confusion.

"I'm sorry, what just happened?"

It's Yoongi who lowers his head."I- I don't know," he says as he scratches behind his ear, as he does when he's nervous. "I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Taehyung laughs out loud, thick and almost sarcastic. "Are you kidding me? Uncomfortable? You're kissing me and you think I'm uncomfortable?"

"Well." Yoongi shrugs. "Yeah..?"

Taehyung leans against the counter for this one. Uncomfortable? Is he kidding, for real? Is any of this even real? Had Taehyung just imagined all of this again? One of his weird fantasies playing through?

"You just kissed me," he tells himself. "Why?"

"I'm sorry."

He tilts his head at Yoongi. "Why are you saying sorry? Why did you do it?"

"I'm sorry."

Taehyung sighs. "You're not answering my question, hyung."

Yoongi pushes the pan away from the hot stove, clearly trying to avoid eye contact again. This time, Taehyung doesn't allow that. He, with full confidence, walks up to Yoongi and cups his cheek, startling the older back into the counter again.

"I said, why?"

"Why—" Yoongi tries to look away, but he can only let his face fall into Taehyung's palm, his cheek soft in his hand. "I- I said I'm sorry. I know you didn't want to, I just-"

Taehyung leans forward and presses his lips to Yoongi's again, gentle as he also feels the older soften into the kiss. Wanting his Yoongi hyung to calm into it, which he does.

When Taehyung pulls away, he smiles at Yoongi. "You take too long to answer, hyung."

A pout forms on Yoongi's lips. "I wanted to kiss you—" yeah, he's gathered that much, "—for like three years now."

Taehyung's eyes widen.

"Three— huh?"

"Yeah." Yoongi chuckles, not amused, but nervous. "I'm sorry."

Taehyung kisses the closest thing to him, which is Yoongi's cheek. "Stop apologizing. Please."

"I— Okay," Yoongi mutters.

"Three years," Taehyung sighs. "I can't believe that even for a second, hyung. Why didn't you tell me before?"

Another chuckle leaves Yoongi. "What? Like you would've kissed me if I told you? No way. Besides, I didn't just want to kiss you. I- I like you. Shit, I'm sorry I'm making this even weirder."

Taehyung's heart gets all warm and suddenly he feels like he'll never let that warmth go. If Yoongi is telling him this, if this isn't a dream, then this is probably the happiest day of his life.

He leans in and presses his lips to Yoongi's again, cupping his cheeks and ignoring the sound of confusion that leaves him.

"Hyung," he breathes out as he releases the kiss. "I told you to stop apologizing." He brushes his thumb across Yoongi's cheek. "You don't have to apologize, baby."

The name causes Yoongi's hips to buck forward, straight into Taehyung. "Tae," he whines out, but Taehyung smiles.

"I like you too," he finally admits.

Yoongi's eyes widen, but he doesn't get to say anything before Taehyung attaches their lips yet again.

This time, Yoongi loosens up in his hold, like jelly as Taehyung sucks at his bottom lip. He holds onto Taehyung's shoulders as the younger tilts his head, as he pulls Yoongi in by the back of his neck.

When Yoongi pushes up against Taehyung's crotch, Taehyung groans, then pushes up against him as well, the counter anchoring Yoongi's hips as he grinds against him.

"Ah— Tae..." Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and throws his head back.

Taehyung takes it as a sign to continue, so he does just that, pulling Yoongi in by his hips and pressing them together, hearing the older suck in air through his teeth.

He's growing hard against his pants and he can feel Yoongi against his sweatpants as well, but the thought of Yoongi's panties come to his mind and he immediately grows harder, having those dirty thoughts do him well for once.

He groans, then nuzzles up against Yoongi's neck and starts kissing, sucking, biting at his skin as they press up against each other. Yoongi tilts his head so he can have more access and it only makes Taehyung groan more as he licks and kisses him.

"Please."

Taehyung pulls away, not in any condition to decline Yoongi's whine. He grabs at Yoongi's hand and tugs him away from the counter, heading straight for Yoongi's room— he doesn't know why, he just went for whichever room was closer.

When they get in there, Yoongi shuts the door and instantly goes to take his shirt off, quick to strip his upper body. Taehyung sits on the edge of the bed and watches, waits, wanting the older to go at his own pace.

Yoongi does. He sets a quick pace. He unties his sweatpants and pulls them down, leaving Taehyung with the sight of black panties— the ones from the laundry that day— and Taehyung hums in approval, too hard against his pants.

"Hyung."

Yoongi tilts his head and he tries to look innocent, but Taehyung can see that smirk creeping onto his face.

"I knew you'd like these," he says as he walks to Taehyung and crawls up into his lap. He straddles him, all skin presented just for Taehyung. "Wanted to look pretty for you, Taehyungie," he whispers into his ear.

All Taehyung can do is wrap his arms around Yoongi's waist and hold. "You're so pretty," he tells him, then brings him in for another kiss.

Yoongi kisses back, quick to have their tongues met again. Taehyung's hands relax, slowly falling to the lace. He tugs at it, pulling the fabric tighter against Yoongi's skin, having the older hum against his lips.

His hands roam, both reaching down to Yoongi's ass and grabbing, spreading his cheeks apart, because he's thought too much about this moment before, and it's always his favorite. Wanting to do just this.

He pulls his asscheeks apart and pushes his middle fingers towards the center, where Yoongi's hole is, and he begins circling around, causing Yoongi to pull away from their kiss.

"Fuck," he whines as his head falls onto Taehyung's shoulder. He pushes his ass back and it's all Taehyung can do to not turn Yoongi over right then and there.

"So pretty for me," he mutters as he circles the lace against Yoongi's rim.

Yoongi starts to rock his hips to the feeling, small moans leaving his mouth. He distracts himself though, starting to place kisses onto Taehyung's neck as he touches him.

Taehyung groans a little too loud as Yoongi's hand find his pants and starts to palm him. His head falls back and he almost forgets what he's doing, pushing his fingers a little too harsh against Yoongi's hole, but the older only moans at the contact.

"Lube, baby. Where's it at?"

Yoongi is fast to get off of his lap, to go to his bedside table and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

As he's getting those out, Taehyung takes his shirt off and throws it on the floor, not a care in the world. When Yoongi gets on the middle of his bed and lays on his back, he feels a bit lightheaded, but he pushes through it and unbuttons his pants anyways.

He takes off his underwear with his pants and bites back a smile as Yoongi's eyes roll back, his eyes closing and hips bucking at the sight of what's under the underwear.

He takes the lube and teases Yoongi a bit, kissing around the hem of his panties and pressing the cold bottle against his skin.

"Today please," Yoongi whines, and so Taehyung wastes no more time, starting with two fingers since his hyung decided to be bratty.

He pushes the panties off of him and preps him, fingers disappearing with every thrust into his ass. Yoongi's clenching onto a pillow, huffing out with every touch.

Taehyung curls his fingers up and Yoongi moans out, his legs wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer. The younger stops moving and looks up at him.

"D-Don't stop— Fuck—"

Yoongi's back arches as Taehyung starts again quicker, the sound of his hand smacking against Yoongi's ass making his cock twitch. He goes harder against Yoongi, knowing he's hit that spot right on, knowing that Yoongi's pants and moans have meanings.

"Please, please..."

He stops again but this time Yoongi's whine goes unnoticed because Taehyung is too busy putting the condom on.

When it's on, he lines up to Yoongi's hole and glances up at him. "You sure?" The glare that comes from Yoongi only makes him chuckle. "I didn't hear you..?" Yoongi's cock leaks and Taehyung hums, leaning in closer. "Let me hear you, pretty baby."

Yoongi's head turns and he whines as his cock twitches again. "Yes. Please, Taehyungie. Want it. Want you."

Taehyung is throbbing too much to keep toying with him, so he pushes into him slowly, nails digging into Yoongi's thigh as he holds him, as Yoongi clenches around him.

He gave it to him like that, with Yoongi begging for more, mewling as Taehyung started thrusting into him. Yoongi's legs circled around him and Taehyung leaned into him, body ghosted above his as he started fucking into him.

Skin smacking, dangerously loud, the slick sound of lube making Taehyung feel dirtier than ever, but glad that it's at least with Yoongi under his hold.

Yoongi's moans were louder, though, which Taehyung hadn't honestly expected, but it sounds like music to his ears with every thrust, having Yoongi moan his name or a soft "more, more, more" on his lips as Taehyung thrusts against his prostate.

He feels the moment Yoongi clenches around him, and it's when Taehyung grabs ahold of Yoongi's cock and twists his fist around his head. It doesn't take long before he's arching his back and parting his lips in a silenced moan.

Yoongi comes all over his stomach and Taehyung's hands. His back is still arched, stuck as he continues being fucked, like he's still coming even after.

Taehyung almost feels like growling as Yoongi's hole closes tight around him.

"Fuck." He snaps his hips, sweaty and hot as he continues fucking into Yoongi. "So fucking good. So good, baby."

His thrusts snap harder as he comes into the condom, groaning as he's never felt so satisfied before, like this.

As Yoongi deflates into the mattress, Taehyung pulls out of him.

Yoongi closes his eyes and lays there with his hands to his side like he's sleeping. He's so pretty, so calm now that he's came.

Taehyung pulls the condom off of himself and searches for the little trashcan under the bedside table.

"We can talk about this tomorrow?" Yoongi's voice is a bit higher than usual. Maybe he's a bit more high than usual. "I have wipes in the drawer."

Taehyung listens. He gets the wipes out and immediately starts to wipe the older down, trying not to be so giddy as he realizes that Yoongi has a relaxed smile on his face.

He wipes them both off and he lays next to Yoongi, who pulls the blanket over the both of them. Yoongi nuzzles into Taehyung's chest and for what feels like the first time, Taehyung feels his warmth being shared instead of merely given.

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"Hey..."

There's a heavy feeling on him and it's hot because he can feel how stuffy it is. It's too damn hot in this room.

"Taehyung~"

Without a second thought, Taehyung opens his eyes as he hears Yoongi's voice. As he starts to notice familiar furniture, he realizes he's in Yoongi's bedroom. Things start to come back to him and he smiles, noticing that Yoongi is trying to wake him up.

He's on his side, how he had slept, and Yoongi is on top of him, apparently, because the older chuckles above him.

"We were supposed to go to work," Yoongi says. "We fell asleep. Wake up."

Taehyung flips over, the older not moving a bit on top of him, but instead smiling down at Taehyung as he straddles his tummy.

"Hi," he says.

Taehyung closes his eyes. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Yoongi chuckles.

He feels lips meet his chest, but Taehyung simply lifts his hands and holds onto Yoongi, basking in the glory of morning kisses— it's not morning— but it's kisses, still.

"Hyung~" It's his turn to whine and pout.

Yoongi laughs against his skin and pulls away. "You know, I liked it when you were calling me baby. Where'd that go?"

"Baby." Taehyung opens his eyes and meets Yoongi's. "Hi, baby. Why are you waking me up?"

"Because you didn't eat earlier and it's dinner time now. Get up."

Taehyung groans as Yoongi slips off of him. His stomach growls, though, and Yoongi is right. He hadn't eaten yet today.

"Mm," he hums as he sits up. The older tries to leave the bed, but Taehyung pulls him back and wraps his arms around his waist. "Baby..."

Yoongi hums as well.

Taehyung holds onto the fabric of Yoongi's shirt, which he had no clue when returned on him, but as he feels Yoongi's wet hair press against his neck, he guesses the older already took a shower.

"Let's go on a date, hyung."

A date that will serve them food as well. It's a two-in-one package deal.

"Then go get dressed." Yoongi laughs lightly into Taehyung's hold. "You can't go naked. Get up, you brat."

Taehyung presses a kiss to the back of Yoongi's neck and lets him go. But before Yoongi crawls off of the bed, he turns around and quickly kisses Taehyung's cheek, obviously as clingy as the younger right now.

"You're cute, baby," Taehyung mutters.

He's feeling great, like he's in heaven as Yoongi playfully smacks his thigh. He knows it's a form of trying to draw away Taehyung from the blush on his cheeks. "Get up, you dork, or no date for you."

"Yeah right," Taehyung lets out, but he's wide awake by those words. As if Yoongi tries to make his statement more serious, he crosses his arms.

"Well? You coming or what?"

Taehyung grins wide back at him. "As if that's even a question."

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the end

according to past mai, i didnt edit this fic 😶 the more you know

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