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It’s two in the morning when Yoongi’s phone buzzes with the first notification. Then the second and, finally, the third. Yoongi sighs. Who the hell is sending him texts at this time of night? Probably Namjoon downing too many Sojus and wanting to unload his latest philosophical musing. 

In all honesty, Yoongi's outrage at being disturbed has little justification; he’s already fully awake anyway, working on his latest composition. Still, it’s the principle of the matter. 

He grabs his phone, surprised to find that the notifications aren’t from text messages but rather from the dating app that he hasn’t looked at for months. He’d almost forgotten it was still installed. He gets the odd message now and then. They tend to come from one of three categories: total crazies; guys who want to see what it’s like with an Asian dude (Yoongi’s skin crawls at the memories of those messages); or late night messages that clearly go out to any and every person on the site, asking if he’s down to fuck yet never referencing his name.

Given that it’s just gone 2am, Yoongi’s willing to bet it’s the latter, some horny fucker looking for an easy hook up. Yoongi opens the notifications just so that he can delete them, but he pauses when he realises that they are different sort of notifications. His brow furrows a little.

02:17 Tae liked your photo

02:17 Tae liked your photo

02:17 Tae liked your photo

Shit, Yoongi clearly guessed wrong; this guy must be firmly in the crazy camp. Yoongi knows this for a fact because there’s not much about his profile for anyone to ‘like’, particularly his photos. He supposes there’s one decent photo of him that he uploaded to the site, but the others- not so much. The second photo is of him looking royally pissed off and giving the finger to the camera. The last one doesn’t even have him in it, but is simply a photo of a bus shelter, desolate on an abandoned beach front. He thinks it looks good, quite arty if he does say so himself, even if Namjoon – of all people – declared it pretentious. 

Hoseok kept encouraging him to expand his photo selection because hyung, it’s like you’re not even trying. Yoongi didn’t want to break it to Hoseok that, yes, that’s exactly what he was doing. He’s had his heart battered enough times and the thought of actively putting himself out there to get the same treatment again just seems masochistic. He’s only on the site to fulfil some kind of mental checkbox, to assure himself that he is actually doing something about his love life – or total lack thereof. 

Yoongi’s about to click on this guy’s profile, just out of curiosity, but he’s stopped when a message immediately comes through. The frown on Yoongi’s face deepens; yep, definitely a crazy. He opens it with increasing wariness. Thankfully, it seems fairly mundane.




Yoongi blinks down at the phone screen. An exclamation mark and a smiley face? Even if he didn’t already know that this guy was certifiable, then this would certainly be enough to put him off. Hoseok may call it picky; Yoongi calls it knowing what he wants. There’s probably the perfect guy out there, waiting for Yoongi to meet one day. Probably.

He clicks through to the guy’s profile and he’s instantly taken aback. Firstly by the gorgeous man in the profile photo, secondly by the reams of information cluttering the page. There’s plenty of questions you can fill in on the site, an attempt to help you realise your compatibility with the other person. There’s the generic age, location, looking for boxes, but also space to write about your interests, favourite TV shows, music tastes… far too much detail, in Yoongi’s opinion. Yoongi has purposefully left every single box blank on his profile apart from the first three. Tae’s by contrast is an explosion of facts. 

Yoongi ignores all of that for now, clicking instead on Tae’s photos. It can’t hurt to have a look. He’s uploaded the maximum number of six pictures and Yoongi takes some time studying each one. The first one- his profile photo – is a simple headshot, just the guy smiling happily at the camera. He’s strikingly handsome and Yoongi spends possibly a little too long staring at it. Then there’s a photo of him messing about with friends, about to consume a huge slice of pizza. A cute picture of him hugging a dog, followed by one of him on the beach, unfortunately covered up in a loose t shirt and shorts. Not that Yoongi’s some kind of pervert but- well. It seems like he a nice body. Another fun photo with friends, dressed up for Halloween, and finally one of him in more formal attire. 

Yoongi looks a little too long as this one as well. This guy is flawless, stunning in a way that Yoongi’s only really ever seen in magazines, and something just feels- off. There’s no way that this guy is contacting Yoongi to pursue anything; not with his stark profile, devoid of information and three quite disappointing photos. Yoongi doesn’t get much time to contemplate it before another message comes through.


How was your day?

Yoongi purses his lips, nicely matching with his furrowed brow. The attractiveness of this man along with his apparent eagerness sets off alarm bells in Yoongi’s mind. This has got to be one of two things; either he’s being catfished and those are definitely not Tae’s photos (if that’s even his real name), or one of his friends has found his profile and is playing a prank by pretending to be a handsome stranger. He plumps for the second option, knowing exactly the sort of person who would find this hilarious. 


Jeongguk, is this you?


Um, no?

Who’s Jeongguk?

Yoongi sighs. Of course Jeongguk wouldn’t own up to it straight away. He needs to draw it out of him. He just needs the right bait. Yoongi grins; he’s got it.


Just some annoying dude with a tiny dick

Yoongi enjoys the pause that follows. There’s no way that Jeongguk would let that slide without some sort of retort. Yoongi’s a little surprised when one doesn't come.


I see

An ex?

Yoongi snorts with laughter at Tae's unintentionally humorous comment. He loves the kid dearly as a friend but the idea of dating Jeongguk is absurd. He decides that this probably isn't Jeongguk. He thinks of other friends it could be but he can't imagine any of them putting this much effort into creating such a full profile. Only Jeongguk would invest that amount time into pranking Yoongi.

Yoongi decides it must be option one then. This handsome guy, whoever he may be, has had his photos stolen to be used by the person now chatting to Yoongi. 


Hell no

Just a friend


Is this a catfish then?




This is a catfish 

<Tae has sent you a photo>

Yoongi clicks to open the attachment. A large picture of an actual catfish fills his screen. Yoongi looks at the fish and bites back a grin. He quickly types out a reply.


Nice Googling

But seriously 

Are you catfishing me?

There's a pause before Tae replies. Yoongi knows it's a pointless question - as though anyone would own up to that straight away. But it's worth a shot; showing that he's suspicious already might just scare this guy off. Or girl. Who knows who's behind the photos. Eventually a response comes through.


Yes I am

<Tae has sent you a photo>

Yoongi's heart plummets unexpectedly hard. He knew this would be the case of course, but having it revealed so fast, so bluntly- well, it's pretty damn depressing. He tentatively clicks to open the photo. He supposes it must be an image of what this person actually looks like. 

Yoongi opens the photo and immediately lets out a sharp burst of laughter. It's the same photo of the catfish but with Tae's head crudely cropped out of another photo and pasted on top. He's even drawn on little lines for the whiskers.



You have some amazing MS Paint skills 


And yet somehow I'm still single

Such a cruel world

Yoongi's laughter-creased face softens into a small smile. Is this guy really the one from the photos? It seems too unlikely. The universe isn't that kind.


So you're telling me that you just saw my profile and decided to message me



I was informed that's how dating sites work


But why

There's nothing remotely interesting on my profile 

Scratch that

There's NOTHING on my profile


It says you're 26 and looking for a relationship



That's all it takes?

Your standards are pretty low


OK like 

If you're not interested just say so

No need to be rude


Sorry I wasn't trying to offend you


Why did you message me of all people?


You seemed cool and mysterious

But now you just wanna talk about fish all the time so...


Not about fish

Catfishing is different


I dunno

A fish is a fish

Yoongi's really not sure if the guy is deliberately winding him up or if he genuinely has never heard of the phrase. He types out a reply, lips tugging up into the unexpected curve of a smile.


Not fish

A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances

To quote Urban Dictionary





I honestly didn't know that was a thing 

Sorry for sending you a photo of my face on a fish


Its OK

Made me laugh


:) :)


I also messaged because your photos were good





Your face is 9/10


Only 9/10?


I’m trying to play it cool


9/10 is playing it cool?



You’re obviously a 10

Yoongi blinks down at the screen, his lips tugging further up to deepen his smile. He still can’t quite believe that this guy can be for real, but he relishes the compliment anyway. He may not actively seek out praise, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make him preen a little at Tae’s comment. He’s not used to receiving it so outright; he was expecting some push back or a sarcastic remark instead. 


I think by telling me that you’re no longer playing it cool


Guess so


Seems I don’t have to play it cool anymore

Do you want to meet for a coffee sometime?

Yoongi suddenly goes cold, the smile fading from his lips. The idea of actually meeting up with anyone off this site is something he didn’t think he’d ever have to deal with. He thought he’d made his profile barren enough that no one would be interested in pursuing anything with him. Just being on the site was enough of an effort for him, and it got Hoseok off his back. 


Uh, isn’t that a bit quick?


What’s the point in spending ages chatting when we can just meet and see what happens

I think it’s always easier to get to know someone in person

Yoongi chews on his lower lip, reading Tae’s answer. He does admit, he likes the idea of not dragging things out, and he also likes Tae’s apparent straightforwardness. It still seems kind of sudden to him still but- Yoongi’s also curious. Something about this character intrigues him and he’d be keen to meet up just to see if this guy is really who he says he is.


Ok sure



Do you know Kaffeine

On Duke St?


Yes I do



Are you free this weekend?


I’m free Saturday afternoon

Busy in the evening though

Yoongi knows full well that his Saturday evening will consist of sitting around in sweatpants and eating take out, possibly with Jeongguk inviting himself over to get a free meal, but Tae doesn’t need to know that. Always good to have a get out plan for if the date goes terribly.


Cool :)

How about meeting at 2?



See you then I guess?


See you then 

:) :)

Yoongi tries to ignore the multiple smiley faces, along with the surge of butterflies that have appeared out of nowhere and settled in his stomach. He has a kind of date on Saturday. With an insanely handsome guy who also seems genuinely nice, if a little eager. 

Yoongi is hit by the horrid sensation that he might just be getting his hopes up. This will never end well.


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It’s way too fucking hot. Yoongi hovers outside of the coffee shop, trying to stop sweating so much. Seriously, the humidity today is ridiculous; it’s nothing at all to do with the nerves that seem to consume his entire being. 

It’s been ages since he was last on a first date. Hell, on a date in general. He smooths down the front of his t shirt for the hundredth time, standing on his toes and peering through the glass of the shop window. He can’t see anyone who looks like the guy from the site and he’s starting to worry yet again that he might actually have been catfished. He checks his watch. It’s dead on 2pm but he refuses to go in and be the first one waiting; always better to be fashionably late.

He shoves his hands into his jean pockets, scuffing his best sneakers against the ground. He wonders not for the first time if he’s dressed appropriately. He’s gone for light blue jeans, a loose, white v neck t shirt tucked into them, one or two rings on his fingers. He hopes it conveys laid back (yet not scruffy) vibes, but he honestly has no idea. He’d rather stick to all black but the weather has made that impossible.

He stands on his toes again, peering into the glass front, then over at the door. Still no sign of Tae. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have got his hopes up. He checks his phone. No app notifications. He sighs softly. Maybe he should just leave before it gets too embarrassing.


The voice behind him is deep but light with amusement. Yoongi spins round, startled by the sudden intrusion. He needs a few moments but when he finally takes in the man in front of him he can feel his eyes actually widening in surprise, like some cartoon character. 

It’s Tae, actually here, and somehow looking even better than in the photos. Yoongi hopes that he isn’t gaping. Tae smiles at him, easy and bright, and it isn’t really fair. How is Yoongi meant to form coherent sentences when he’s got this in front of him.

“Hi,” he eventually offers.

“I hope you’re not out here because you were planning on standing me up.”

“No,” Yoongi blurts out far too keenly. It just makes Tae smile wider.

“Good,” Tae grins. “So I thought as it’s such a beautiful day we could get the coffee to go? There’s a really nice park nearby - we can chat, get to know each other a bit?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Tae keeps grinning as they walk into the coffee shop. Yoongi glances at him out of the corner of his eye. He's a fair bit taller than Yoongi but Yoongi doesn't really mind. Most guys are. He's handsome in a breathtaking kind of way, looking stunning even in a fairly simple outfit of dark wash jeans and a striped t shirt, and Yoongi is in shock that this wasn't all an elaborate ruse. 

"So, do I get to know your full name?" Tae asks as they wait in line. "Or did your parents genuinely name you Gi."

"It's Yoongi."

"Yoongi," Tae echoes, nodding his approval. "Suits you."

Yoongi's not really sure if it does suit him or if Tae's just making conversation,  but he makes a noise of agreement nonetheless. 

"Is Tae your real name or-"

"It's short for Taehyung," he interrupts, smiling cheerily. Yoongi mulls the name over in his mind. It's a nice name and actually, yeah, it does kind of suit the other man, as dumb as that sounds.

Yoongi scans the board behind the counter, trying to decide on a coffee. It seems too hot for a coffee really but he goes with it. Taehyung orders first and Yoongi just watches, taking in the easy way that he interacts with the barista. His voice is a lot deeper than Yoongi expected, and the photos don't quite capture the wonderful way his face seems to light up as he speaks, the attention that gets focused on the person he's talking to. Yoongi's so distracted that he has to be prompted to place his own order and he panics at being caught staring.

"Um, an Americano please," he requests, ordering the first thing that comes to mind.

Taehyung grins at him, obviously pleased to have caught the enraptured way Yoongi was no doubt looking at him. He doesn't tease him for it though and Yoongi's immensely glad that he lets it slide. He was worried that this guy was going to be a total weirdo, and yet here Yoongi is giving off all the creepy vibes himself.

They wait for their orders, an awkward silence between them. Neither seems quite sure how to start the conversation, especially under the glare of the other customers and the baristas. They eventually take their drinks and head outside, leaving the merciful coolness of the air conditioning. It's a nice idea to go to the park, but Yoongi's slightly concerned about how much he's going to be sweating. Not the best first impression.

"You didn't want anything cooler?" Taehyung asks, nodding towards the steaming cup currently scalding Yoongi's fingers. "It's so warm today."

Yoongi's about to retort that Taehyung's the one who suggested coffee but then he notices that the other man is sipping on what looks to be an iced frappuccino. That would have been a far better choice.

"I can handle it," Yoongi says stupidly, as though talking about something much tougher than drinking a coffee. 

Taehyung just chuckles and shrugs lightly, taking a long sip of his drink through the plastic straw. Yoongi's eyes can't help but drop lower to watch the way his lips wrap around the straw, quickly snapping back up to meet Taehyung's gaze when he sees the younger grinning at the attention.

"So, have you always lived around here?" Taehyung asks, looking over at Yoongi as they stroll in the direction of the park. 

Yoongi's fingers feel too hot around the coffee cup and he's sure he can sense a bead of sweat already starting to trickle across his temple. Shit. Not only does he seem like a creepy staring guy, he's a sweaty one too. Taehyung must already be regretting this.

"Yeah, pretty much," Yoongi tells him. "I always thought I'd move away from here at some point but it's not happened yet."

"I know what you mean," Taehyung nods. "You can get a bit- stuck sometimes. But maybe you've just not found a good enough reason to leave yet."

Yoongi blinks a few times, nodding in agreement. A strange look flits across Taehyung's face momentarily before he seems to shake it off, expression becoming light and warm once again.

"What about you?" Yoongi asks. There's an interesting lilt to Taehyung's voice, one that makes Yoongi think that he perhaps isn't from here originally.

"Oh, I moved here for university," Taehyung explains. "And then I got a job and ended up staying. I'm from South Korea originally."

Ah, that explains it. Yoongi had guessed that he might have Korean heritage like himself, but he's surprised to find that he's moved to the US so recently. Yoongi's Korean is a little rusty but he decides to try it out anyway, a weak attempt to impress the other man. 

"Where in Korea are you from?" he asks, slipping awkwardly into Korean. It's a language he knows well but doesn't use very much, unless he's visiting his parents, so it doesn't flow quite as easily as he'd like. 

Taehyung's eyes widen in excitement, a large grin spreading across his face. It gives Yoongi an odd flutter in his stomach at producing such a reaction and he tries not to focus too much on the way Taehyung's eyes crinkle at the corners.

"I'm from a place called Daegu," Taehyung tells him. "Do you know it?"

Now it's Yoongi's eyes that are widening. Of all the places-

"Daegu?" Yoongi repeats and Taehyung nods, smiling at Yoongi's reaction. 

"You know it then?" Taehyung asks lightly.

"I was born in Daegu," Yoongi says. "My family moved here when I was a baby, but we still go back sometimes to see relatives."

"No way," Taehyung laughs. 

They spend the rest of the walk to the park talking about Daegu, shared places that they both remember. Yoongi talks about them with the nostalgia of childhood trips but Taehyung talks about them fondly, almost with a hint of longing. Yoongi gets the feeling that he very much misses his hometown. 

"This is so cool though," Taehyung says once they find a spot to sit in the park. "It's like I've got a little piece of home with me now."

And Yoongi thinks that's very forward, the barely concealed implication that Yoongi's going to be around enough for that. They've only just met and this is just a one time thing, fulfilling his date quota for the year and keeping Hoseok happy. But Taehyung smiles so genuinely that Yoongi just flushes slightly and looks down at the grass.

"So, how's the online dating thing going for you?" Yoongi asks when another somewhat awkward silence settles over them.

He's not hugely interested in the answer but it breaks the quiet, and provides a distraction from focusing on this relentless heat. The spot Taehyung's chosen to sit has zero shade. Yoongi can feel the strands of his hair going fluffy and there's a new bead of sweat rolling down his neck. Taehyung meanwhile still looks fucking flawless; how is he doing that?

"Ah, not great," Taehyung shrugs. "Half the guys don't actually show up and the other half you wish hadn't shown up."

Yoongi smiles a little, in sympathy but also in bemusement. Who the hell wouldn't show up to a date with this guy? 

"Some bad dates huh?"

"God, so many," Taehyung groans before taking a long sip of his drink. "Either they just want an quick fuck or they are nothing like their profile. At least you look how I expected."

"9/10?" Yoongi grins playfully, very aware of the fact he must look like a sweaty 5 at best right now.

Taehyung's gaze travels slowly over him as though appraising the elder. Yoongi suddenly feels like he's burning up in a way entirely unrelated to the sweltering temperature.“Well, you’re a bit shorter than I imagined-“

“Hey now-“

“But I’d still say a definite 10.”

Yoongi blinks a few times, trying to process such a compliment coming from the man in front of him. “I knew, it- everyone on that site is fucking crazy.”

Taehyung just laughs at this, teeth flashing white and brilliant. “Oh come on, stop being so modest. You know you’re hot.”

“Yeah ‘cause it’s like 100 degrees out here,” Yoongi replies, not knowing at all how to respond to this kind of flattery. Taehyung laughs again and Yoongi maybe kind of likes the sound. Likes it a lot.

“You know what I mean,” Taehyung grins, but then concern suddenly flits across his features. “Though you are looking kind of pink. Do you want to sit in the shade?”

Yoongi’s wonders if he should act tough and just sweat it out, but he feels way too hot, the sun and Taehyung’s attention and the ridiculous coffee all meshing together to make for one uncomfortable situation. “Yes please.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes good naturedly and stands up, heading over to a shady spot beneath a tree. Yoongi joins him and instantly feels a hundred times better without the sun’s rays beating down on him. He sits down and Taehyung sits cross-legged in front of him, and Yoongi could swear he’s a bit closer than he was when they sat down the first time. He tries not to focus on it.

“So, you’ve met a lot of crazy guys on the site then?” Taehyung asks, picking up on Yoongi's earlier comment.

“Well, not met,” Yoongi tells him. “You’re kind of the first person I’ve actually met up with.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says, blinking in surprise. “Have you not been on there for long?”

“Like, I dunno- a year maybe,” Yoongi shrugs.

“And I’m your first date?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “Are you super picky or something?”

“No, just-“ Yoongi shrugs again and sighs, trailing off without much explanation. “Why, how many have you been on?”

“I dunno, like twenty or so-“

“Twenty?” Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to be incredulous. That’s his date quota used up ’til he’s 46. “That’s crazy.”

“Why’s it crazy to want a boyfriend?” Taehyung says softly, looking down a little sadly. “Isn’t that why you’re on there? Or are you just looking for a hook up too? That’s all anyone seems to want."

Yoongi swallows heavily. He often feels like boyfriends are more trouble than they’re worth. Sure he always had good times with his exes, but then there’s the inevitable break up, and getting to a point where you’re ready to start again just for it to all happen once more.

But he also thinks about how nice it was to know that someone cared about you, about all the small little romantic things they enjoyed together that no one other than his partner was to know about. About the connection and the intimacy that being in a couple brings.

“No I- yeah, of course I’d like that,” Yoongi replies quietly, feeling the weight of Taehyung’s gaze on him. “I just- I dunno. You really think you could find that online?”

“Why not?” Taehyung says. “Why’s it any less valid than meeting someone in a bar or whatever?”

“I guess,” Yoongi answers, offering a small smile just because Taehyung suddenly seems so low. He tries to think of some way to change the topic because he’s not sure how he’s managing to fuck this up already. “So, uh, hobbies?”

“Huh?” Taehyung looks slightly thrown by the abrupt change of conversation.

“Hobbies,” Yoongi repeats dumbly. “Do you have any?”

Taehyung’s brow furrows a little but then his face softens, and Yoongi feels a weird sense of relief. “I hang out with my friends mostly. Watch movies and stuff.” His features scrunch in concentration for a moment before lighting up in a way that makes Yoongi’s stomach jolt pleasantly. "Oh yeah, I’ve just started acting classes actually. They’re good fun.”

“Sounds cool,” Yoongi says, trying to encourage the conversation in a more positive direction. Hoseok would be so proud. “What made you decide to do that?”

“Oh, it was on my list,” Taehyung says dismissively, looking at Yoongi much more eagerly now. “How about you, what do you like to do?”

“Wait, what list?”

“Oh,” Taehyung says, face flushing a little. “It’s just- ah, this thing my friend Jimin made me do.”

“Go on,” Yoongi grins, enjoying seeing the other man looking flustered. “What’s on the list?”

Taehyung grins sheepishly back at him and Yoongi much prefers it to the morose look he was sporting a few minutes ago. “No, you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“I mean, yeah, probably,” Yoongi says. “But tell me anyway.”

Taehyung huffs and whacks Yoongi playfully on the knee. The light touch is about the most action Yoongi’s got from a guy in months but he decides not to mention it. Taehyung keeps grinning and there’s a wonderful tinge of pink on his cheeks that gives Yoongi another surprising flutter in his stomach. 

“Fine, just-“ Taehyung sighs and takes a deep, steadying breath. “I was seeing this guy for a long time. Like we moved over here together and stuff. And it all kind of-“ Taehyung pauses, chewing on his lip nervously for a moment. “It all ended and I was pretty cut up about it. But at the same time, I had changed a lot of myself for him and held myself back from stuff and-“

He breaks off, shaking his head and laughing awkwardly.

“Okay, shit, I’m doing the oversharing thing again, Jimin’s gonna kill me,” he chuckles, a little breathlessly.

“So, the list?” Yoongi prompts, trying to get him back on track despite finding his rambling oddly endearing. 

Yoongi can already tell that Taehyung is very different from the guys he normally dates; he’s a lot more bubbly and open and excitable. But it’s not entirely terrible, Yoongi thinks. Amongst all that he also seems straightforward and kind-hearted and sort of easy to be around.

“So Jimin suggested that I write out a list of like, everything that I want to do, big or small. You know, for me and not for someone else,” he explains, before shrugging, embarrassed. “Lame, I know. But it’s been good. It’s kind of- given me a focus again, I suppose. And I feel happier for it.”

“It’s not lame,” Yoongi tells him, even though he thinks maybe it is just a little bit. It sounds like the sort of thing that would be in one of his mom’s countless self help books that she borrows from Julie at the yoga club. He keeps all that to himself though. “So how many things have you ticked off so far?”

“Ah, a few,” Taehyung says bashfully, before admitting. “You kind of helped me tick one off actually.”


“Yeah, one was to ask someone out on a date,” Taehyung explains.

“Haven’t you been on twenty dates?” Yoongi asks lightly.

“Yes, well, they asked me out,” Taehyung replies. “Doesn’t count.”

“I hope you didn’t just ask me out to tick something off your list,” Yoongi teases. Not that he’d really mind. He’s only on the site to tick off his own romantic checkbox.

“No!” Taehyung immediately protests. “I just thought you were cool and good looking and- well, who doesn’t like a man who talks about fish.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes despite enjoying the offhand compliments that come his way. It’s a little unnerving but maybe he could get used to it. Taehyung just laughs again. 

“So anyway, enough about my list. What are your hobbies then?”

“Well, hanging out with friends too,” he says, just so that he doesn’t sound like a loner. “But my real love is music.”

“Like, listening to it or-“

“I, uh, I rap. Sometimes. You know, nothing huge or anything but-“

“You’re a rapper?” Taehyung grins. “That’s so awesome.”

“Kind of,” Yoongi shrugs. "I mean I perform now and then and have a few tracks. But nothing major."

“Could I listen to them?”

“Um, I guess,” Yoongi says, flustered. “I can send you a link sometime. If you want.”

“I’d like that,” Taehyung tells him and it seems so honest that Yoongi feels his cheeks get flushed once more. 

There’s a few moments of silence and Taehyung takes another long sip of his drink. Yoongi’s still yet to touch his coffee. Out of nowhere Taehyung reaches out, running his thumb over the two earrings in Yoongi’s ear. He jumps a little in shock at the sudden touch but Taehyung just keeps smiling, apparently finding this totally normal.

“Hey, these are cool,” he murmurs and Yoongi tries to keep his face impassive and his breathing steady as Taehyung fondles his earlobe. “Where did you get them pierced?”

“That tattoo parlour on Franklin Street,” Yoongi tells him, voice thankfully not coming out as flustered as he thought it might. “Why?”

Taehyung’s eyes light up in excitement, a look that makes Yoongi feel an unexpected wave of affection but also something like worry. Taehyung bites down on his lower lip and it takes every ounce of Yoongi’s willpower not to stare.

“Feel like helping me tick something else off?”

“This is the weirdest first date I’ve ever been on,” Yoongi mutters.

“Sounds like it’s the only first date you’ve ever been on.”

“Hey, I’ve been on plenty,” Yoongi retorts. “Well, a few. Just a long time ago.”

“Sure,” Taehyung huffs. “Now shut up and hold my hand.”

Yoongi stands there uselessly. Hold his hand? He suddenly feels clammy, like his hands are far too moist, but he doesn’t get much chance to worry as Taehyung impatiently grabs one. Taehyung’s hand is large in his own, fingers lacing together. Yoongi suddenly feels hotter than he did outside.

“It will only sting a little bit,” the woman with the needle reassures him. Taehyung scrunches his eyes tightly shut.

Yoongi feels a bit weird watching him so instead lets his gaze drift around the room, suddenly becoming interested in a display of tattoo designs on the wall. Anything to distract from the way Taehyung’s hand feels so soft and warm in his own. Sure, Taehyung’s only doing it to brace himself for impending pain but still- it’s kind of nice.

“Motherfucker,” Taehyung grits out and Yoongi loses all feeling in his fingers. That must be the needle going in then.

“Jesus, my fingers,” Yoongi grunts as Taehyung squeezes impossibly tighter.

“You said this wouldn’t hurt.”

“I said it would hurt a little,” Yoongi reminds him. “Big difference.”

“This is more than a little.”

“I mean you’re getting a needle shoved through your earlobe, did you really think it would be painless?”

Taehyung doesn’t reply to this, just whimpers pitifully as the woman fixes in the earring stud. She wipes at the skin with some antiseptic, Taehyung pulling in a sharp breath through his tightly pressed-together lips.

“Okay, all done,” she says. “Want to take a look?”

She holds out a small mirror in front of him and suddenly Taehyung’s face brightens, tilting his head this way and that as he checks out the new piercing. He smiles widely and looks up at Yoongi, who’s now very aware that they’re still holding hands despite the pain being over.

“What do you think?” he asks Yoongi, looking ridiculously happy. The flutter Yoongi felt earlier seems to become multiplied by a hundred.

“It looks good,” Yoongi tells him. Taehyung keeps on smiling.

It’s only when Taehyung goes to pay that he drops Yoongi’s hand. Taehyung’s chatting excitedly with the woman behind the counter, making her laugh about something. Yoongi becomes very interested in the tattoo designs again, standing out the way and looking at the intricate patterns on the wall.

“Getting a tattoo?” Taehyung asks, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. His eyes widen. “Or do you already have one?”

“No, I don’t have one,” Yoongi tells him, giving the woman a small nod of thanks as they exit the shop. She smiles back at him.

In the dark coolness of the parlour Yoongi had almost forgotten how jarringly bright and hot it is outside. He squints as they step into the sunshine. Yoongi’s not sure what to do now. It feels like a convenient point at which to end the date but, well, he kind of doesn’t want to.

He’s only spent a few hours, if that long, with Taehyung, and he’d maybe like to find out a little - or a lot - more about him. He feels like he’s only just begun to scratch the surface; he has no idea what the guy does for a living for god's sake. Has he got any siblings? Yoongi doesn't even know his views on Kumamon. All things that surely that warrant spending more time together.

They both hover awkwardly outside the store, Taehyung grinning at him with the silver stud glinting in his red and inflamed ear. He wets his lips and Yoongi clears his throat. He should just ask him for a drink. He should just do it. Taehyung’s still smiling at him and Yoongi goes for it.

“Do you want to maybe get a drink?” he asks, words coming out far too rushed for his liking. He pauses and tries to calm his speech down. “You know, if you’re free.”

Taehyung arches an eyebrow. “I thought you had plans.”

Shit. Yoongi totally forgot about his made up plans. He can’t backtrack on that now, he’ll look- untrustworthy or something. He groans inwardly. He’s going to have to pass up on a drink or few with Taehyung and instead spend his evening buying Jeongguk pizza and being forced to watch some fucking terrible action movie. 

“Oh, yeah, uh, I meant like- some other time?” Yoongi tries, hoping that it sounds casual enough, and what the fuck, did he just initiate a second date?

Taehyung breaks out into an impossibly wider smile. He obviously gets the implication but doesn’t comment on it. “Sure, that sounds great. Let me give you my number.”

Yoongi takes his phone out of his pocket and watches wordlessly as Taehyung enters his number. He calls himself so that he has Yoongi’s number too. He eventually hands it back over and Yoongi nods, not really wanting this to be over already but without any other option. 

“So,” Yoongi says.

“So,” Taehyung echoes. Yoongi stands there stupidly and Taehyung rolls his eyes kindly. He’s still smiling though. “See you soon.”

“Cool,” Yoongi says. “Good luck with your- ear.”

Yoongi could kick himself at the lame farewell but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. He simply smiles wider. He gives Yoongi a small wave goodbye before turning and heading down the street. Yoongi blinks as he watches him walk away before heading to catch his bus. 

It’s halfway through his journey home that a message buzzes through.


So what is the probability of the next date ending with a kiss?

Yoongi can’t stop the grin that breaks out across his face. He quickly presses his lips together to stop it getting too wide. Kissing Taehyung. Kissing Taehyung. Fuck, now it's all he can think of. He types out a reply before he gets too distracted.





And disappointingly low


I'm playing it cool


Good call

At least one of us should 

I'm gonna say 98%


Why not 100%


Because I may be missing an ear

And you'll be put off

This is the worst pain ever 



Acting classes must be paying off


"What's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing's wrong with it," Yoongi huffs as he walks into his lounge later on, not surprised at finding Jeongguk sprawled across his couch already.

"Yes there is," Jeongguk answers. "You're all like, smiley. Are you high?"

"Jeongguk, I haven't been high since I started college," he replies. "And who the fuck let you in?"


"Well, who the fuck let him in?" Yoongi sighs. Jeongguk shrugs, attention waning as he turns back to the TV that plays in the corner. 

"Oh hey," comes Hoseok's chirpy voice. "I used your spare key, hope that's okay. We thought we'd have all have guys night in but we've started early, and without you."

"Great," Yoongi mutters.

"Where were you anyway?" Hoseok enquires.


"With who?"

"No one."

Why the fuck are Yoongi's cheeks burning? Hoseok peers at him for a long time whilst Yoongi tries to act casual, both him and Jeongguk jumping when Hoseok suddenly exclaims,

"Oh my god!" He grins widely. "Were you on a date?"

Jeongguk sits up in sudden interest, eyes focused on Yoongi too. Yoongi sighs. He may as well get it over with.


"What kind of date finishes at 5pm?" Jeongguk snorts, but there's a note of affection too, buried deep but in there somewhere.

Yoongi doesn't get a chance to retaliate because Hoseok's dragging him down to sit on the couch, gazing at him expectantly.

"Go on," he grins. "We wanna hear all about it."

Yoongi groans and covers his face with his palms. He can't believe he gave up drinks with Taehyung for this. He feels his phone buzz again in his pocket with a new message and Yoongi allows a small smile to creep across his lips, hidden behind his hands.

"Okay. Fine. But get me a beer first."


Chapter Text


“What time are you meeting him?” 

“In an hour.”

Hoseok looks nervous, as though an hour is nearly not enough time to complete the twenty minute bus ride to campus. Yoongi tries to ignore him; he already feels nervous enough as it is.

“I still can’t believe you’re ditching Fast and Furious night to go and sit in a field,” Jeongguk interrupts. 

“Okay one, it is not just sitting in a field, it is an outdoor movie screening,” Yoongi begins calmly, ignoring the obvious eye roll from Jeongguk. “And two, I would be ditching this anyway, those movies are fucking awful.”

“Blasphemy,” Jeongguk gasps.

“It’s just a bunch of cars pointlessly driving around.”

“Dude, it is so not,” Jeongguk protests. “It’s about family and-“

“Okay, we are not getting into another argument about these movies,” Hoseok cuts in. “It’s Kook’s choice for movie night and we all have to deal with it.”

Hoseok makes a face like he very much does not want to deal with it, but clearly he has much more patience than Yoongi does. Jeongguk huffs.

“At least it’s not as bad as those depressing Eastern European movies about Communism Namjoon made us watch last time,” Jeongguk retorts, shuddering visibly at the memory.

“Well, excuse me for trying to bring a bit of intellectualism to movie night,” Namjoon sighs.

“Shouldn’t you really get going?” Hoseok suggests, looking at the clock in a panic. “You don’t want to be late.”

“Jesus, chill,” Namjoon tells him. “Yoongi’s the one who’s meant to be anxious here.”

“I just want it to go well for him,” Hoseok says earnestly. “This is the first guy he’s liked in ages.”

Yoongi is grateful that Hoseok is so supportive, really he is, but this talk is honestly not helping. Because, yeah, Yoongi does kind of like Taehyung. A lot more than he ever expected to. They’ve been texting back and forth since their first date a week ago now and Yoongi gets a weird feeling of giddiness every time his phone buzzes, like he’s some teenage schoolgirl with a crush. Earlier he spent an entire hour picking out an outfit for their second date tonight, stomach full of butterflies the whole time at the prospect of seeing Taehyung again.

It’s all very disconcerting and Yoongi would rather not focus on it too much. Unfortunately it’s unavoidable with these guys as his friends.

“All this guy seems to like doing is sitting in parks,” Jeongguk says. “First date, park. Second date, park. Like, mix it up a bit, bro.”

“Okay, but what about the ear piercing, that was exciting,” Hoseok tries. “And this evening is watching a movie outdoors together. I think it’s romantic.”

“I think it’s lame,” Jeongguk snorts. “I swear to god, if this guy starts pointing out star constellations to you, get the fuck out of there.”

“Okay oh wise one, where would you take someone out on a date then?” Namjoon asks.

“I dunno,” Jeongguk shrugs. “I normally just take girls to a club or something.”

“That sounds awful,” Yoongi tells him.

“How do you even hold a conversation?” Namjoon asks, appearing genuinely confused. Jeongguk just stares at him blankly. Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Okay never mind.”

Anyway,” Hoseok continues. “I’m sure it will be a really nice night, right Yoongi?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Yoongi mumbles, nerves building up worryingly fast inside of him. Luckily his tone comes out more blasé than anxious.

“What movie are you seeing?” Namjoon asks.

“I think it’s Alien,” Yoongi replies as though he’s not entirely sure, even though he knows it definitely is. He re-read the message from Taehyung asking if Yoongi wanted to see it with him about fifty times.

“Damn, how old is this guy?” Jeongguk says. “That movie is ancient.”

“It’s a classic,” Namjoon corrects. 

“Remember when we made Hobi watch Alien vs Predator,” Jeongguk recalls, immediately dissolving into a fit of giggles. It always stuns Yoongi how Jeongguk switches between moody and macho to sweet and silly so fast. He suddenly seems a lot more like the college kid he still is.

Hoseok pouts at the comment but it does bring a smile to both Yoongi and Namjoon’s faces. Yoongi still remembers the movie night well, grinning at the memory of Hoseok watching the majority of the film from behind the splayed fingers covering his face.

“Right, shouldn’t you really be going now?” Hoseok asks, part kindness, part trying to bring this conversation to a close.

“I can give you a ride if you want?” Jeongguk suggests. “I’m heading to the store to get beer and snacks anyway. I can drop you off after."

“Sure, thanks,” Yoongi blinks, wondering what exactly Jeongguk wants in return. 

Shouts of good luck! and have fun! follow Yoongi as he walks out the door of his apartment with Jeongguk. The butterflies in his stomach seem to return tenfold. He’s not quite sure why movie night is happening at his apartment even when he’s not actually there, but he’s learnt to stop questioning such things. He wanted to live alone as he likes his own space, however there always seems to be at least one of his friends hanging out there uninvited, his grumbles always getting roundly ignored. He maybe doesn’t entirely mind though. They can all be a pain in the ass in their individual ways, but he's kind of glad to have them around anyway. It’s nice to finally have a group of friends like that.

They stop off at a store en route to campus, Jeongguk stocking up on beer and Doritos, Yoongi spending far too long deliberating about what sort of wine Taehyung might like. Should he text and ask, or should he just act confident and bring his own choice? Fuck, what if Taehyung doesn’t even drink wine? Eventually he buys one of each, then a can of premixed spirits and a few beers too just in case as an alternative, along with some plastic cups.

“Have fun tonight,” Jeongguk tells him as he drops Yoongi off, and it sounds actually genuine. He’s not asked for any favours in return for the ride either, and Yoongi is stunned. Jeongguk gives him a small smile. “If he’s a dick, I can beat him up for you.”

“That won’t be necessary, but thanks all the same,” Yoongi tells him, appreciating the younger’s unique way of showing that deep down he cares. 

Jeongguk grins fully, teeth on show, before Yoongi unlocks the door and thumps it the right way with his elbow so that it actually opens. He climbs out, wandering slowly towards a spot near their agreed meeting point. It's a public event but being held on Yoongi's old campus, so he finds his way to the spot easily. He’s early, yet again, and so sits down on a bench, scrolling through his phone. He opens up the camera app once he’s checked his messages, giving himself a last look over. 

He’s plumped for black skinny jeans, a pale button up shirt and his leather jacket, a pair of sneakers on his feet. Yoongi has no idea how he’s meant to dress for something like this. At least the weather is a bit cooler for this date, the daytime humidity fading away into a fairly pleasant evening. The sky is a dusky pink over the campus grounds. It feels a little odd to be back here, a place Yoongi has fond memories of. He misses it, really, the easiness of college life. 

At one minute to the 7pm Yoongi gets up and heads to their arranged meeting point, not wanting to appear too eager. He spots Taehyung straight away, casually looking at his phone with a hand in his jean pocket. Christ, this guy could seriously be a model. Yoongi has been wondering this last week if he’s been building up Taehyung too much in his mind but- nope, just as handsome as Yoongi remembers.


Taehyung looks up from his phone at Yoongi’s greeting, face instantly breaking out into a wonderful smile, and Yoongi’s heart thumps hard in his chest. God, he is so fucked.

“Hey,” Taehyung replies happily. His eyes scan quickly over Yoongi’s form. “You look good.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says, caught off-guard by the sudden compliment. “Thanks. You too.”

It’s certainly not a lie. Taehyung looks great, long legs clad in similar black jeans, a light denim jacket worn over a loose v neck t shirt that shows way too much collarbone to be good for Yoongi’s health. Taehyung just smiles at this, most likely used to getting compliments all day long. 

“Shall we head over?” Taehyung suggests. “I want to get a good spot.”

“Sure,” Yoongi shrugs.

Apparently a good spot for Taehyung is one right at the back behind everyone else, which is a little confusing to Yoongi but he goes with it. They spread out the blanket that Taehyung’s brought with him before settling down on it, Yoongi’s bag clinking with all the alcohol. Taehyung peers curiously inside before chuckling lightly.

“Jeez, you trying to get me drunk or what?” he grins.

“I just wasn’t sure what kind of wine you like,” Yoongi explains, lest he look like some creep trying to ply Taehyung with vast quantities of alcohol. “Then I wasn’t even sure if you liked wine, so- this is the result.”

Taehyung keeps grinning, reaching into the bag and pulling out the bottle of red wine.

“Luckily I do like wine,” he states. “Is red okay?”

“Great,” Yoongi nods.

“Where’s the corkscrew?”

Yoongi groans. “Shit, I knew I forgot something.”

Taehyung laughs properly at Yoongi’s admission and fuck, Yoongi had forgotten how nice it sounded. He grins sheepishly, feeling like a total idiot.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll find one.”

Taehyung springs up and starts wandering through the crowd, apparently scouting out some people who brought wine too, but had the foresight to bring a corkscrew as well. He seems to find a group at last, laughing and chatting with them for a while before jogging back over with corkscrew in hand. Yoongi envies his easy way with people a little, but he’s pleased that at least his efforts to supply the drinks won’t be a total waste.

Taehyung hands Yoongi the corkscrew and Yoongi uncorks the bottle before returning it to him, Taehyung chatting away with the group of people again whilst Yoongi pours them both some wine into the cheap plastic cups. Taehyung accepts his one eagerly as he sits down, bumping it jovially against Yoongi’s cup before taking a sip.

“So this should be cool, huh?” Taehyung says excitedly, nodding towards the large screen. 

“Yeah, should be,” Yoongi agrees. “I’ve not been to one of these before.”

“Me neither,” Taehyung comments.

“So is this one of the things from your list?” Yoongi asks curiously, taking a gulp of wine.

“Kind of,” Taehyung tells him. “I wanted to do something more like a drive in movie, you know, live out a childhood wish, but apparently those places aren’t around so much anymore. Clearly I grew up watching too many western movies.”

Yoongi nods in agreement, having forgotten for a moment that Taehyung didn’t grow up in the US like him. There are a few little odd twangs and occasional misplaced pauses in his speech, but really, it's easy to forget with the way he speaks so fluently.

“Well hopefully this will be good too,” Yoongi says. “Plus it’s a lot more comfortable than sitting in a car.”

“Mm,” Taehyung agrees before pausing. “No chance to make out in the back seat though.”

Taehyung casually takes a sip of his wine, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi as he does so. Yoongi thanks the heavens that he wasn’t taking a gulp of his drink right then, otherwise he may have choked. Seriously, he’s getting kind of worried about how he’s reacting around Taehyung. Never before has he been so flustered over the mention of something as minor as a kiss. Past Yoongi Min would be cringing right now. 

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” Yoongi replies, immensely pleased at how smooth he sounds despite a million fucking butterflies swarming inside of his chest. Taehyung doesn’t reply but Yoongi catches the way that his eyes sparkle mischievously over the rim of his cup.

"So Yoongi, I never found out last time, what do you do for work?" Taehyung asks, swiftly moving the conversation on. 

"Ah, nothing exciting. Work in an office, general admin stuff, " Yoongi shrugs. 

"What about the rapping?"

"That's not really in my job description," Yoongi replies playfully. "That's just for outside of work."

"Office worker by day, rapper by night," Taehyung muses. "You're like Superman or something."

"Wow, you really know how to boost a guy's ego," Yoongi replies, starting to feel a little more relaxed around the other. Must be the wine. Or perhaps the way that Taehyung looks genuinely interested in everything Yoongi has to say. Taehyung just grins.

"Do you ever listen to any Korean rap?" he asks.

"Uh, not really," Yoongi replies tentatively, feeling suddenly like he's insulted his heritage or something. He didn't even realise Korean rap was a thing.

"I think you might like it, there's some really good stuff out there. I'll send you some links," Taehyung tells him. "And then you can send me some links to your stuff."

"Cool," Yoongi says, though he feels awkward at the thought of sending Taehyung links to his own efforts. He attempts to change the conversation. "So what do you do?"

"I work for a finance company, doing risk analysis and stuff," Taehyung sighs. "It's really dull but it keeps me here and pays the bills. I'd really love to be a teacher though."

"Yeah?" Yoongi asks. "What grade?"

"First grade, maybe," he says softly. "That'd be really cool."

Yoongi thinks that spending his day surrounded by kids sounds more horrifying than cool, but he nods anyway. Taehyung seems so sincere about it that Yoongi doesn't want to ruin that.

"What makes you want to teach?"

"I dunno," Taehyung shrugs. "I guess I used to spend a lot of time with my brother and sister. It was always so amazing to teach them new things or help them understand something difficult. I'd like to be able to do that again."

Taehyung picks at a blade of grass, expression turned a little sad. It makes Yoongi's chest clench to see it.

"Are your family still in Daegu?" Yoongi asks and Taehyung nods.

 "Yeah. I talk them a lot over Skype and stuff though," he replies, attempting a small smile. Yoongi just nods in response. He's never even lived away from his hometown; he can't imagine what it must be like to live in a whole other country like Taehyung does. 

"Do you have any siblings?" Taehyung questions, clearly attempting his own change of conversation.

"Just one older brother. He lives out in California now though."

"Oh cool," Taehyung smiles, a touch happier. "I've always wanted to go there."

"Well, if you ever need a tour guide let me know - I've been there enough times by now to show you round."

Yoongi panics. Shit, did he actually imply that they could visit California together? Normally his brain to mouth filter is pretty damn effective, but Taehyung's presence appears to be continually rendering it obsolete. Taehyung simply smiles wider.

"I'll keep that in mind."

He keeps on grinning at Yoongi and the elder clears his throat slightly. 

"So, uh, have you seen this movie before?" Yoongi asks, abruptly changing tack. 

"Nah," Taehyung shrugs. "I tried to get Jimin to watch it with me once but he gets scared too easily."

"Sounds like my friend Hobi," Yoongi comments. 

"Yeah?" Taehyung smiles, taking the bottle of wine and topping up both their cups before asking playfully. "But you're totally fine with scary movies, right?"

"Course," Yoongi smirks confidently before taking a sip of his drink. Taehyung bites down a little on his lower lip. The sight draws Yoongi's gaze, hopefully not too obvious, but then Taehyung raises his cup to his mouth and Yoongi snaps back into the conversation. 

"So, is this the Jimin who inspired the infamous list?"

"The very same," Taehyung answers. 

"Do you know him from Daegu?" 

"No, I met him over here, pretty much on my first day of college at a mixer for international students," Taehyung explains. "We kind of hit it off straight away and have been friends since. We live together now actually."

"That's cool," Yoongi says. 

"Do you live with Hobi?" Taehyung asks, taking another sip of his wine.

"No, I live on my own," Yoongi replies. "Though it feels like Hobi lives there too half the time, along with the others."

"The others?"

"Oh, Namjoon and Jeongguk," he elaborates. "I know Joon and Hobi from college. Guk-  I can't really remember how he came along. Something to do with Hobi's dancing stuff I think."

"Hobi dances too?" Taehyung asks curiously. "Okay, I'm starting to think him and Jimin may be the same person."

"That depends," Yoongi begins. "Is Jimin disconcertingly cheerful and supportive at all times?"

Taehyung's brow creases slightly. "Um. Well, actually - yeah, kind of."

Taehyung and Yoongi stare at each other for a beat before breaking out into matching grins.

"Okay, now I'm genuinely worried."

"Right, well, what's Hobi's height? 'Cause Jimin's kind of short."

"What constitutes as short?"

Taehyung considers this a moment, grin turning more teasing in nature. "You know, about your height."

"Hey," Yoongi protests, smacking Taehyung lightly on his knee. Taehyung's grin pulls into a smirk at Yoongi's reaction, eyes shimmering.

"So go on then, is Hobi shorter or taller than you?"

Yoongi doesn't answer straight away, a long pause lingering before he finally huffs out a begrudged, "taller."

"Definitely not the same person as Jimin then."

"Glad we cleared that up," Yoongi nods, before adding lightly, "And I'm not short."

"Uh huh," Taehyung agrees airily, but sounding entirely unconvinced. 

He stretches his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his elbows, and Yoongi tries really hard not to stare at the graceful curve of his body, or the way an inch or so more collarbone gets displayed from how the fabric of his shirt now falls.

"Hobi's the one who convinced me to go on that dating site actually," Yoongi says, just for something to say to distract himself from the unfairly gorgeous man in front of him.

"Really?" Taehyung smiles. "I'll have to thank him."

Yoongi doesn't quite know what to say to that, but luckily the sound of the movie starting cuts through the silence. Taehyung's face lights up, turning to grin over in Yoongi's direction. Yoongi can't help but smile back at the excited expression gracing his features. 

Having already seen the movie at least twice before means that Yoongi doesn't need to pay much attention to the plot, and allows him plenty of moments to glance over at Taehyung. The younger watches the screen somewhat transfixed, and Yoongi can't help but let his gaze linger on the elegant features of Taehyung's face lit up perfectly by the distant screen. Yoongi takes another sip of his wine.

It's a little way into the story when the first big scare happens, and although not giving a huge reaction, Taehyung does visibly jolt in surprise. Yoongi snickers quietly but loud enough for the other to hear, and Taehyung throws a bashful grin in his direction. He sits upright, grabbing the wine and finishing off the bottle by emptying the rest between both their cups before shifting nearer to Yoongi.

Yoongi somehow finds it even more difficult than before to focus on the plot. Whereas stealing glances over at Taehyung had proved distracting, now it is the proximity of the younger that Yoongi is all too aware of. Every time Taehyung takes a sip of his wine his elbow brushes against Yoongi's arm and it makes Yoongi's stomach flip excitedly. One time Yoongi looks out of the corner of his eye at him, stomach doing a whole damn barrage of somersaults when he finds Taehyung glancing over at him too, both of them quickly looking away embarrassed at being caught.

"You know, I felt a bit like that after a big night out the other weekend," Yoongi drawls quietly by Taehyung's ear when the classic scene of an alien bursting out of a guy's stomach appears on screen. 

It draws out a low chuckle from Taehyung , but all Yoongi can really focus on is how Taehyung's hand comes to rest lightly on his knee as he laughs, but then doesn't move away afterwards.

Yoongi really has no idea quite where they've got to in the plot by a certain point, because all he can focus on is Taehyung's presence next to him, the sharp intakes of breath when someone makes an escape or the muttered "oh shit! each time the alien reappears. Yoongi takes another gulp of his wine, finishing the cup and placing it back down beside him.

"Hey," Taehyung says softly after a few more minutes pass, breath warm against Yoongi's jaw as he leans in to speak. "Do you remember that message I sent you last week?"

"Which one exactly?" Yoongi checks. "You sent quite a few."

"The one where I asked about our next date ending with a kiss."

Yoongi's stomach dips as though he's just walked off a step too quickly. He swallows thickly and nods, making sure to keep his eyes focused on the screen in front of them. 

"Yeah, I vaguely recall."

"Any chance we could bring that forward," Taehyung asks lowly. "To maybe- I dunno, now?

Yoongi tries his very best to keep looking forward. Tries his very best to hide the smile that pulls at his lips. Tries his very best to hide his eagerness at the suggestion. He fails on all counts. He turns his head to face Taehyung, who's smiling at him, teasing yet still warm. Yoongi notices the way that Taehyung's gaze drops almost imperceptibly to Yoongi's mouth, and his own gaze soon mirrors it.

When Yoongi leans in he finds Taehyung's lips easily, pressing soft and wonderful against his own. His eyes fall closed, sinking into the feeling of Taehyung's mouth against him. He still can't quite believe this is happening. Two weeks ago he'd near enough forgotten about the dating app installed on his phone, and now- he's here, on a second date and kissing someone as amazing as Taehyung.

He feels the slightest touch of Taehyung's tongue against his upper lip and Yoongi parts them willingly, allowing it to meet his own within the wet heat of their mouths. Yoongi lifts a hand up to Taehyung's neck, fingers rubbing lightly along the curve of muscle as the kiss deepens a little more. Taehyung's hand grips a bit tighter on Yoongi's knee, stroking gently through the denim of Yoongi's jeans.

Yoongi's hand slides up along Taehyung's neck, thumb running along the line of Taehyung's jaw. The air is filled with the sounds of the alien attacking another crew member as the movie plays on, but the unromantic backdrop doesn't even matter. All Yoongi can concentrate on is the way Taehyung occasionally lets a soft little whimper slip into the kiss or the way that he exhales heavily through his nose as their tongues slide slow and deep together.

Eventually they break apart, just enough for Yoongi to see the younger smiling happily at him before Taehyung captures his lips once more. Yoongi's mind vaguely registers that they're probably going to miss the end of the movie but he can't really find it within himself to care. He's suddenly immensely glad that Taehyung chose a spot right at the back like this.  

"So, what did you think of the movie?" Yoongi asks when the sound of the credits playing finally hits their ears. Taehyung blinks a few times as they break apart, a smile still creeping across his now slightly-swollen lips.

"Ten out of ten."

Yoongi grins. They slowly start gathering their stuff, letting the rest of the crowd filter out of the grounds ahead of them. They hover awkwardly behind. Yoongi just kind of wants to continue kissing Taehyung for the rest of the evening but he has a feeling campus security might start chasing them away soon so they both reluctantly follow everyone else.

"You want to share a taxi back?" Yoongi asks and Taehyung nods, immediately sitting down on a nearby bench. Yoongi opens up an app on his phone, getting Taehyung to tap in his address before adding his own afterwards. 

"I really enjoyed tonight," Taehyung says once Yoongi locks his phone again.

"I guess not getting a needle shoved through your ear this time is always a bonus," Yoongi comments, making Taehyung laugh softly. Taehyung subconsciously lifts a hand to fiddle with the earring, Yoongi watching as his slender fingers twist the metal stud. "It looks good, by the way," he adds.

"Thanks," Taehyung grins.

A few moments of silence settle over them, Yoongi eventually breaking it.

"So, you think we could do this again sometime?"

"Sure," Taehyung nods, still grinning. "I'd like that."

"Cool," Yoongi replies, nodding too.

He feels Taehyung shift a little closer to him and then suddenly soft lips are pressing insistently against his own once more. It's a sweeter kiss this time, not quite so deep and searching as before, more an opportunity to leave a lingering memory for each other until next time. Yoongi's phone buzzes in his pocket but he ignores it, much more keen on focusing on the way Taehyung's tongue glides slick and soft against his own.

Eventually the taxi pulls up, effectively breaking their kiss, and they both scramble into the back seats. Yoongi takes the moment to check his phone, snorting quietly as he does so.


things here got too fast, too furious

His message is followed up with a photo of both Namjoon and Jeongguk passed out asleep on the couch, a slice of pizza still somehow held in Jeongguk's hand. Yoongi shows it to Taehyung, who lets out a small burst of laughter.

"Looks like I missed out on a wild night."

"I'm sincerely sorry for tearing you away from that," Taehyung apologies with false levity.

The taxi soon pulls up outside a row of neat little houses, and Yoongi guesses that one of them must be where Taehyung and Jimin live. Taehyung taps his hand down on Yoongi's knee, smiling gently.

"This is me," he says. There's a short pause before he adds, "see you soon, yeah?"

"Sure," Yoongi grins. 

Taehyung leans in, pressing one last brief kiss to Yoongi's lips before getting out of the taxi. Yoongi's phone buzzes again and he takes it out, to see who it is but also partly so that he doesn't stare at Taehyung like a stalker as he heads into his house. 



Guk has awoken and wants to continue the marathon

how many of these movies are there?!


like 8 I think




don't worry, I'm on my way


Chapter Text

Yoongi scans the tables, the place thrumming with far too many people looking to forget about their days at work by making the most of the beautiful evening. Everyone looks way too warm in their formal suits and ties, and Yoongi feels a little shabby. He's dressed for work too but there is more of a smart casual policy in his office, so jeans and a shirt suffices. Coming to the business district for dinner means that Yoongi's surrounded by far more expensive suits than he's used to.


Yoongi swivels round at the sound of his name, the deep voice familiar. He smiles at the sound, smile getting bigger when he sees Taehyung waving wildly at him from a distant table. He picks his way through the crowd, feeling a bit weak when he gets closer to the younger. Taehyung's suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair but he still wears a crisp white shirt with a dark tie. The top button of the shirt has been undone and the tie loosened around his neck. Yoongi's poor heart isn't ready for this.

"Hey," Taehyung greets once Yoongi gets near enough.

"Hey," Yoongi echoes.

He hovers awkwardly. Is he supposed to kiss Taehyung in greeting? Sure they spent a good portion of last Saturday night making out but it's not like they've established that as a thing yet. He settles for awkwardly patting Taehyung on the shoulder before sitting down, causing Taehyung to laugh lightly.

"Nice evening huh?" Taehyung comments. "Thanks for asking to meet up."

"Thought it might motivate us to get through the day," Yoongi tells him.

"Well it did," Taehyung assures him, eyes sparkling.

Yoongi smiles, glad too of the unexpected chance to see Taehyung. They'd both been messaging back and forth at work complaining about their days - Yoongi about his snappy boss, Taehyung about a dull report he was working on. Yoongi had suggested getting dinner tonight and to his surprise Taehyung had seemed really keen.

"Did you get your report done?"

"Almost," Taehyung sighs. "Seriously, if I see one more graph about exchange rate fluctuations someone's gonna get hurt."

Yoongi can't really imagine someone as sweet as Taehyung hurting anyone but he murmurs his agreement nonetheless.

"Well there goes my next topic of conversation," Yoongi replies dryly, very much liking the way Taehyung's eyes crinkle at the corners as he laughs.

"Sorry," Taehyung apologises playfully. "How was the rest of your day? Did your boss calm down?"

"Yeah, eventually," Yoongi tells him. "Though then I had to deal with Ashley from Marketing for the rest of the day."

"Who's Ashley from Marketing?"

"You tell me," Yoongi sighs. "I've barely spoken three words to the girl since I joined the company, yet as soon as she found out I'm gay she's suddenly trying to be my new best friend. Keeps talking to me about what dress she should wear on a date and what my thoughts are on Tom Hiddleston. It's all a bit weird to be honest."

"And what are your thoughts on Tom Hiddleston?" Taehyung asks very seriously.

"He's okay," Yoongi shrugs.

"Wow, you have some high standards," Taehyung teases lightly. Yoongi just arches an eyebrow in a way that he hopes looks suave. Taehyung bites down on his lip and Yoongi hopes that means it might have worked.

"That does sound kinda crazy though," Taehyung continues. "Though I suppose getting a positive reaction to it isn't a bad thing. It's not like that so much in Daegu."

“Is it not so open over there?” Yoongi asks. 

“Not really,” Taehyung shakes his head. “Maybe in Seoul it’s a tiny bit more accepted but still- it’s not something you ever feel comfortable sharing with people.”

“That sucks,” Yoongi says. “I mean, it can be tough at times here too, but it’s mostly okay.”

The conversation breaks off as the waiter comes over to take their drinks order, handing both of them the food menu at the same time. Yoongi orders a beer and Taehyung goes for a vodka tonic. Yoongi scans over the list of food options.

“Do you parents know?” Yoongi asks curiously. “You know, that you’re gay?"

“Yeah,” Taehyung nods. “They were just a bit confused really to start off with. Like, it’s not something they were against, it just had never even crossed their minds that men might like other men. But they’ve always been pretty supportive.”

“That’s cool,” Yoongi smiles, strangely glad to hear it. The thought of anyone being anything but supportive of Taehyung just seems wrong, even more so the thought of his own parents turning against him.

“How about your parents?” Taehyung asks, nodding in thanks to the waiter as their drinks are brought over. 

“Yeah, they’re cool with it now. My mom was a bit upset at first ‘cos of all the stuff at school but she got over it.”

“The stuff at school?” 

“I, uh, got beaten up a lot for it,” Yoongi murmurs, suddenly very interested in the menu. He doesn’t really like reliving those times. He hated how weak he felt, how vulnerable. He feels the tips of his ears heat up and senses Taehyung’s gaze upon him.

“That’s awful,” Taehyung says, sounding genuinely hurt on Yoongi’s behalf, and it really doesn’t help the thumping of Yoongi’s heart.

“Ah, it was a long time ago now,” Yoongi shrugs. “Things were a lot better at college. People were a lot more accepting there and I made some good friends.”

“Namjoon and Hobi, right?” Taehyung checks.

“Yeah,” Yoongi smiles, looking up from the menu, pleased that Taehyung remembered. “Namjoon basically accosted me on campus to sign a petition about gay marriage rights one day and I haven’t been able to shake him off since.”

Taehyung chuckles at this. “And Hobi?”

“He knew Namjoon through this book group thing – though he didn’t stay part of it for long. Namjoon kept making them read all this obscure German literature and no one could ever figure out what the fuck the plot was meant to be.”

Taehyung laughs again and god, Yoongi really loves the sound of it. He drops his gaze back down to the menu, getting far too drawn in by Taehyung already.  Conversation moves onto the food choices, neither of them able to make their minds up. Eventually Yoongi settles on pasta and Taehyung opts for a cheeseburger.

“So Yoongi, I listened to those tracks you sent to me by the way,” Taehyung comments once they’ve given their orders to the waiter. “Or should I call you Suga from now on?"

“Yeah, don’t do that.” Yoongi flushes despite the dry tone.

He had felt a bit awkward sending his music to Taehyung, but the younger had kept asking and Yoongi didn’t want to seem rude so grudgingly sent through some links. He hadn’t heard anything back from Taehyung about them, so simply assumed that he wasn’t into it and was trying to spare Yoongi’s feelings.

“I don’t get why you were so reluctant to send them to me,” Taehyung says softly. “They were awesome.”

“You liked them?" Yoongi says, brow pinched together.

“Course I did,” Taehyung smiles. “You’re really talented.”

“Oh, thanks,” Yoongi replies, not quite sure how to handle the praise. “I liked those Korean tracks you sent me.”

“Cool,” Taehyung grins, taking a sip of his drink. There’s a long pause before Taehyung asks, “Do you think I’d suit red hair?”

Yoongi blinks a few times, surprised by the sudden change of topic. He narrows his eyes, examining Taehyung’s face, pretending as though he’s not already memorised exactly how Taehyung’s face looks. He shrugs.

“Uh, I guess. Why?”

“I was thinking of dying my hair,” Taehyung answers nonchalantly. He looks Yoongi over, his focused gaze making Yoongi feel warmer than he already is. “Have you ever dyed your hair?

“I lost a bet with Jeongguk once and had to dye it pink.”

“What!” Taehyung exclaims, loud enough that a few people from the surrounding tables turn to look at him. “No way. Photo evidence please.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and takes his phone out of his pocket, opening up his gallery. He has to scroll back quite a way before he finds the photos he’s looking for. He selects one where he deems his face acceptable and holds the phone out across the table. Taehyung’s eyes widen, grin breaking out across his face as he clutches the phone.

“Oh my god,” he laughs. “That’s crazy. It sort of really suits you though.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi says, trying to roll with the easy way that Taehyung dishes out compliments. He reaches out to take back his phone but Taehyung’s still grinning down at the screen. 

“Man, Jin would love this.”

“Who’s Jin?” 

“Oh, he’s my other roommate,” Taehyung tells him, eyes still transfixed on the photo of Yoongi. “He loves pink. Like, obsessed.”

“Well, if he wants to dye it pink, tell him it’s a bitch to maintain,” Yoongi informs him. “Much easier sticking to natural.”

Taehyung looks up from the phone, tilting his head to the side as though contemplating Yoongi. He reaches out, fingers running softly through the strands of Yoongi’s hair. 

“Yeah, I like it better like this anyway,” Taehyung smiles, and Yoongi feels like he’s just tripped off of the edge of a fucking cliff the way his stomach is swirling right now. 

“So, uh, red,” Yoongi says dumbly, and Taehyung’s smile deepens.

“Yeah,” he says. “Think it would suit me?”

“I think most colours would suit you.”

Taehyung’s smile grows even wider and Yoongi doesn’t quite regret the blurted out compliment as much as he thought he might. Taehyung’s cheeks flush a little pink and Yoongi feels a strange surge of pride at knowing that he’s the one to making the other blush this time.

“Cool,” Taehyung nods. “ You can help me dye it tonight then.”

“Wait, what?”

“No time like the present.”

Yoongi feels like he should protest a little more at the odd turn of events, but Taehyung looks so open and happy and fuck, Yoongi just kind of wants to keep him always looking like that. He swallows down the protest.

“Can I at least eat my pasta first?”


The closer they get to Taehyung’s house, the more excited Yoongi feels. They’ve never actually been properly alone together like this. They’ve always been somewhere public and the thought of it just being him and Taehyung in the house leaves Yoongi feeling a flustered mix of nerves and anticipation. Unless, of course, Taehyung’s roommates are there too. Then that’s a whole other level of nerves. He’s really not ready to meet any of Taehyung’s friends yet .

“Uh, is anyone going to be at the house?” Yoongi checks as their taxi turns onto a street that Yoongi vaguely recognises from the ride home last weekend. 

“Nope,” Taehyung says. “Just us.”

Something in his tone makes Yoongi swallow thickly. He nods, feeling the weight of Taehyung’s gaze on him. He meets Taehyung’s eyes with his own, instantly regretting it. They’re full of their usual warmth, but there’s something more fiery simmering there too. 

Taehyung gives him a quick tour of the place once they’re inside. There’s a small kitchen, a cluttered lounge. Taehyung excuses himself to go and change out of his suit into something more appropriate for hair dying. Yoongi looks around the lounge. There’s a wall full of photographs and Yoongi casts his gaze over them, wondering who of the people in these are Jimin and Jin. He also idly wonders if Taehyung’s ex is any of the photos, but walks away before he gets too weird about it.

There’s a load of Mario stuff dotted about, some random anime figurines too that Yoongi vaguely recognises. There’s an airer up with leggings and dancer-y looking stuff hanging out to dry that Yoongi assumes is Jimin’s. A pile of DVDs are stacked up by the side of the tiny television. It all looks kind of messy, but a lot more homely than Yoongi’s apartment.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Yoongi jolts at the sound of Taehyung’s voice. He turns around. Taehyung’s dressed in a loose navy t shirt and grey sweatpants, examining the box of hair dye in his hand. It’s unfair, really. No one should look that good in such casual clothes. Yoongi follows Taehyung into the cramped bathroom as the younger reads aloud the instructions. 

“Aren’t you meant to test the dye on a bit of your skin first?” Yoongi checks.

“I did that before,” Taehyung explains. “I was planning on dying it earlier this week but chickened out.”

“Are you really sure you want to do it now?” Yoongi asks, arching an eyebrow. “It’s a pretty big change.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” Taehyung nods eagerly.

After reading through the instructions fully Yoongi finally starts applying the dye to Taehyung’s hair, the younger perched on the edge of the bathtub. Fine strands of hair glide through Yoongi’s fingers as he works with the brush, and Yoongi tries to keep his breathing calm despite their very close proximity and the memory of what happened last time they were this close. He works methodically and quietly, not wanting to fuck this up and leave Taehyung with some sort of awful patchwork hair.

“Okay, it’s all covered,” Yoongi says, standing up and stretching out his back from where he’s been hunched over for so long. 

Taehyung stands up too, stepping over in front of the mirror, and tilting his head this way and that. 

“It will look better once it’s rinsed out,” Yoongi tells him. He grabs some tissue and hands it over. “Wipe off those smudges on your forehead.”

Yoongi nudges him to the side slightly so that he can get to the sink to wash his hands. He watches the red running down the drain as he gets off what he can. He’s so focused on cleaning his hands that he jumps a little when he feels a hand on either side of his waist, Taehyung carefully propping his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“So what’s next?” he asks lowly.

“Just waiting for the dye to set,” Yoongi tells him. 

He glances up, locking eyes with Taehyung in the mirror. It’s the first time he’s really seen the two of them together. Even though it’s an odd setting, Taehyung looking a bit wild with his hair painted in red and Yoongi looking formal in his work shirt still, Yoongi thinks that maybe they are kind of good together.

“So we’ve got some time to kill, huh?”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the way that Taehyung’s tongue darts out to lightly wet his lower lip. Taehyung’s gaze is still fixed on him in the mirror and Yoongi gets a nice buzz of confidence. He nods slowly, watching the small smile that travels across Taehyung’s mouth before positioning them so that Taehyung’s now the one standing against the counter, the backs of this thighs pressed against it.

Yoongi’s hands find their way to Taehyung’s sides, gripping gently as Taehyung’s hands run along his arms through the fabric of his shirt. Yoongi leans in and his fingers tighten slightly on Taehyung’s slender waist. The kiss starts off slow and gentle, familiarising themselves with the touch of each other’s lips once again. It’s not long, however, until Yoongi’s tongue is snaking past Taehyung’s lips, the kiss getting deeper and heavier.

Despite replaying their kisses from last weekend in his head so much over the past few days, it’s even better than Yoongi remembers it being. Their tongues glide easily together, taking their time as they slowly set about thoroughly exploring each other’s mouths. Yoongi presses his body in a little closer to Taehyung’s as they kiss, enjoying the feel of Taehyung’s firm chest against his own, revelling in the way Taehyung’s arms loop over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re an amazing kisser,” Taehyung murmurs against his lips before deepening the kiss once more.

The comment draws a low noise of approval from Yoongi’s throat, his fingers clutching harder onto Taehyung’s waist before rubbing his thumbs over Taehyung’s stomach. A soft whimper escapes Taehyung every so often, much louder now without the noise of a movie playing in the background, and it makes Yoongi’s stomach clench wonderfully. 

The kiss is a little needier than before, tongues sliding together wet and hot and intense. Yoongi feels one of Taehyung’s hands drop to his chest, fingertips slipping just beneath the collar of Yoongi’s shirt and stroking temptingly at the skin there. Yoongi moves one of his own hands onto the countertop behind Taehyung, the other tugging his hips closer.

Taehyung uses the moment to hop up onto the counter and Yoongi gets distinctly dizzy when he feels long legs hook around his waist. He lets the hand on Taehyung’s hip drop to his thigh, rubbing teasingly through the soft material of his sweatpants. Taehyung nips lightly at his lower lip before running his tongue along it, causing Yoongi to let out an almost inaudible groan, and he soon claims Taehyung’s mouth once more.

Yoongi feels the top button of his shirt get undone, Taehyung’s fingers slipping further inside trace over his clavicle, and he wonders just how much further this is going to go. Yoongi has no problem with casual sex - he’s indulged in it enough times - but this thing with Taehyung seems much more special. Yoongi feels like he needs more time to prepare, somehow, as dumb as that sounds.

He’s weak though, and when Taehyung’s legs tighten around his waist, Yoongi lets his hand on Taehyung’s thigh tug the younger even closer to him. Yoongi pulls away slightly, letting his lips ghost along Taehyung’s jaw, hearing the stuttered breaths that leave Taehyung at the action. Taehyung’s head turns, mouth back on Yoongi’s again and tongues meeting heavy and heated once more.

Yoongi has no idea how long they kiss for, but he knows that when the timer on his phone starts beeping it’s still not long enough. Taehyung whines softly into the kiss as Yoongi pulls away, switching off the incessant beeps.

“Can’t we just ignore it?” Taehyung protests.

Yoongi stares at him. At his red, well-kissed lips, the bob of his throat as he breathes heavily, the somewhat glazed look in his eyes. It takes every inch of Yoongi’s willpower to refuse and shake his head.

“No way, we need to rinse the dye off,” he says. “I don’t want to leave it on and your hair falls out or something.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung tries. “I own a lot of hats.”

Yoongi doesn’t justify that with a response, instead simply helps Taehyung down off the counter. He unhooks the shower head and motions for Taehyung to tip his head over the edge of the bathtub. The water runs over Yoongi’s fingers as he gets it to the rest temperature before standing off to the side and starting to rinse it through Taehyung’s hair.

The bathtub becomes a river of red and Yoongi’s hand gets even more coated in the dye as he makes sure that Taehyung’s hair gets properly rinsed. It takes a while, especially when Taehyung keeps impatiently lifting his head up trying to look at the result, but eventually the water starts running clear.

“Okay, I think it’s done.”

Yoongi hands him a towel, Taehyung rubbing it enthusiastically over his hair before looking in the mirror, large grin on his face. “Okay, I’m just gonna steal Jimin’s hairdryer and dry this off. Are you okay waiting in the lounge a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Yoongi nods. 

Yoongi wanders into the lounge after washing his hands, trying and failing to remove some of the red stains. He’ll attempt it again later back in his own apartment. He slumps down onto the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waits. At some point Yoongi becomes distracted by the sound of a key turning in the lock, a lock that sounds very much like the front door to this house.

“Uh, Taehyung?” Yoongi calls out, but it’s pointless over the noise of the hairdryer.

Yoongi just sits there uselessly, waiting for the moment that either Jimin or Jin walks in and suffers a heart attack from the sight of a stranger sitting on their couch. A man walks into the lounge, not immediately spotting Yoongi. The guy is fairly tall and is wearing a pink hoodie; Yoongi takes a wild guess that this is Jin. Jin finally turns around and clutches his chest dramatically when he does so, letting out an undignified yelp.

“Jesus,” he gasps, bending forward as he catches his breath. He looks up, eyes narrowing at Yoongi. “Who the hell are you?”

“Uh, I’m Yoongi?” he offers tentatively, as though not actually sure himself.

The few words seem to have a big impact. Jin straightens up, face immediately softening into something much more welcoming. He smiles widely and only now does Yoongi appreciate quite how good looking this guy is. He looks like one of the leads from those awful Korean dramas his mom watches.

“So you’re Yoongi, huh,” Jin says, walking over and offering his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jin. Tae hasn’t shut up about you-“

“Jin!” Taehyung exclaims, appearing in the doorway. “I thought you were out tonight?”

“Shit, what’s happened to your hair?” is Jin’s only response. 

Yoongi takes the moment to properly look at Taehyung. He’s dried his hair, the wild mess tamed compared to in the bathroom. He’s taken off the loose t shirt that ended up with stains on it, instead wearing a more fitted black top, though still in sweatpants. The red of his hair is bright, highlighting the golden tone of his skin and bringing out the deep brown of his eyes. Yoongi loved how Taehyung looked before but fuck, he looks an entirely new version of gorgeous now.

“I dyed it,” Taehyung replies simply. “Well, Yoongi did most of it.”

Jin looks incredulously back and forth between the pair of them, and Yoongi suddenly gets an odd feeling like he could well end up being an unwitting accomplice to plenty of Taehyung’s future spontaneous plans. He kind of likes the thought of that.

“I see,” Jin says, folding his arms.

“You don’t like it?” Taehyung asks, looking a little hurt, and Yoongi gets a strange want to smack Jin hard across the back of the head.

“You know what,” Jin sighs. “I think you should take your shirt off.”

“Huh?” Taehyung says, confused, whilst Yoongi splutters indignantly. The nerve of this guy. The urge to smack him around the head comes back ten times stronger.

“Because you are clearly too hot.”

Jin immediately dissolves into a fit of laughter and Taehyung huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck’s sake,” Taehyung mutters, shaking his head as he wanders over towards Yoongi who’s still sitting on the couch. Taehyung sits down next to him, smiling a little nervously. Jin’s laughter dies down and he leans over, ruffling Taehyung’s hair.

“Seriously, it looks good,” Jin tells him, a lot calmer now.

“Thanks,” Taehyung replies.

Jin seems to sense that maybe they want to be left alone, so starts muttering something about needing to take a shower. He gives Yoongi a small wave goodbye before leaving the room. It’s just Yoongi and Taehyung again then, Taehyung looking unusually anxious.

“Honestly, what do you think?” he asks almost shyly.


“Yep,” Taehyung nods, expression earnest.

“I think you look fucking amazing,” Yoongi tells him quietly, surprising himself a little with his own openness. 

Taehyung’s bashful smile soon morphs into a bright grin, Yoongi seeing it far too briefly before Taehyung leans in and kisses him. It’s a far sweeter kiss than before, staying chaste for a lot longer, and their tongues moving delicately together once their lips eventually part. Yoongi’s palm cups Taehyung’s jaw and Taehyung’s fingers curl gently into the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

“Thanks for helping me with it,” Taehyung murmurs quietly when they break apart.

“No problem,” Yoongi tells him. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I do,” Taehyung nods.

He leans in and kisses Yoongi again, Yoongi’s heart still pounding despite the relatively slow, tame pace of the kiss this time. His fingers tangle in Taehyung’s newly dyed hair, stroking lazily through the strands whilst Taehyung’s fingertips rub along the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“Can I see you again soon?” Taehyung asks when Yoongi finally draws on that minuscule ounce of responsibility inside him that reminds him of all the laundry he needs to do tonight in order to actually have something to wear to work tomorrow.

“‘’course,” Yoongi agrees easily. “Are you free this weekend?” 

“I’m not, sorry,” Taehyung sighs. “Jimin’s got this dance show that I’m going to for moral support. One night next week?”

“Sounds good,” Yoongi nods, pressing one last lingering kiss against Taehyung’s lips before he leaves.


"Where the hell have you been?”

“I went for dinner with Taehyung after work,” Yoongi says, slightly perturbed by the presence of both Hoseok and Jeongguk in his apartment yet again. Or more accurately, perturbed that he no longer finds it unusual. "I wasn't aware I had to get my schedule approved by you two."

“What, and then after dinner you killed him?” Hoseok asks. "Am I going to be on one of those True Crime shows as friend of the murderer?"

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Hoseok nods towards Yoongi’s hands, which are still stained red from the dye.

“I always thought you had a serial killer vibe, Yoongi,” Jeongguk tells him, not even taking his eyes off the show playing on the TV.

“Thanks,” Yoongi replies dryly. “And no, I didn’t kill Taehyung. I helped him dye his hair.”

“You two have some, uh, interesting dates,” Hoseok says trying as always to put his positive spin on things.

“You banged him yet?” Jeongguk asks bluntly.

"Get out of my apartment.”

“Let me stay here tonight,” Jeongguk sighs. “My roommate is a dick.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes before feeling suddenly magnanimous. “Fine. But you can do my laundry for me.”

“Fine, whatever,” Jeongguk – surprisingly – agrees.

“Jeez, your roommate must be bad,” Hoseok comments. 

Jeongguk shrugs, getting up and walking into the kitchen, helping himself to a drink from the fridge en route. Hoseok and Yoongi exchange a bemused look. Yoongi kind of wants to ask more but he knows that Jeongguk closes off if pushed too much, so he leaves it for the moment. He moves over to the couch, slumping down. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket, taking it out and suppressing a smile when he sees Taehyung's name.


thanks for helping me out tonight

with the hair stuff

and you know

the really awesome kissing


always happy to help

with both those things

though the second is preferable


glad we agree ;)

anyway I'm about to go to bed

up early for World's Dullest Report: The Sequel

sweet dreams

The next message is a photo, Taehyung holding his phone out above him as he lays in bed. He's wearing a faded t shirt with what looks like a Pokemon on the front, red hair splayed out on the pillow as he gives a closed mouth smile to the camera. He looks a painfully endearing mixture of cute and sexy, and it makes Yoongi's chest swoop wildly. 

Yoongi struggles with sleep that night, mind filled with too many thoughts of what it might be like to fall asleep next to Taehyung instead of an empty space. 

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“I feel like it’s saying something very profound,” Taehyung muses. “But I have no idea what.”

Yoongi chuckles lightly, taking in the large canvas in front of him, full of a flurry of colourful brushstrokes. He feels clueless too, not particularly learned about art. He could talk about music for days; about why a certain sound works better than another, how particular melodies stir certain emotions, why an arrangement makes such a difference to what the piece tries to convey. With paintings, though, he’s lost.

“I thought you were the art expert here,” Yoongi says.

“I just wanted an excuse to see you,” Taehyung replies in that easy way that has Yoongi’s stomach performing somersaults. “I never claimed to know anything about art, I just like looking at it, y'know, the feeling you get. And I thought this exhibit could be cool.”

“It is,” Yoongi assures him. He shrugs. “And you can see me whenever, you know. We don’t have to do something special each time.”

“I know,” Taehyung smiles, brilliant and wide. 

Yoongi smiles back, a little more bashfully, deliberately turning his attention back onto the painting in front of them. Yoongi doesn’t really care what he does with Taehyung, so long as he gets to see him. He enjoyed meeting up with the younger over a coffee last week just as much as he’s enjoying the more planned-out activity today. To be honest he’s still just a little in awe that Taehyung continues to want to spend time with him; the fact that they’re now on their fifth date is a bit mind-blowing to Yoongi.

“You know, Jin used to be one of those life models,” Taehyung comments as they wander into the next room. 

“What, he had a class full of people draw him naked?” Yoongi checks, just to make sure he’s understood correctly.

“Yeah,” Taehyung chuckles. “Multiple times. I think he kind of enjoyed the attention.”

“I’m sure he gets plenty of attention anyway,” Yoongi says, before realising how his comment sounds. Taehyung arches an eyebrow. 

“I hope you’re not just using me to get to my roommate,” Taehyung chides teasingly, corner of his lips tugged into a smirk.

“No, of course not,” Yoongi replies, slightly flustered. “I just meant-“

“I get what you meant,” Taehyung laughs lightly. “Everyone knows Jin’s a good looking guy. Unfortunately including Jin. I think I caught him blowing himself a kiss in the mirror the other day.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Yoongi grins. “He’d get on well with Guk. He’s always flexing his biceps at his own reflection.”

“Damn,” Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head incredulously. 

“Does Jin still do the modelling?” Yoongi asks. 

“Nah. He only started because he had a crush on one of the guys in the class and thought it would be a good way to get his attention.”

“That’s pretty forward.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees. “They dated for a while, but after they broke up Jin found it a bit weird to keep getting naked in front of him.”

“Fair enough,” Yoongi nods. “So is Jin gay too then?”

“He swings both ways,” Taehyung explains. “So long as someone can put up with his awful jokes, they’re in. Gender’s pretty unimportant.”

“Cool,” Yoongi replies. He pauses for a moment, wondering whether to ask. “And, uh, how about Jimin?”

It’s not that Yoongi’s jealous or anything stupid like that. But so many of Taehyung’s stories and most of his days feature the as yet unknown quantity that is Jimin, and Yoongi is just a little curious is all. Especially after Jimin was in a photo that Taehyung sent the other day, and Yoongi’s heart had plummeted particularly hard after seeing how handsome this guy was.

“Nah, he’s straight,” Taehyung says casually, already focused on another painting and completely unaware of how Yoongi maybe suddenly feels a hundred times lighter. “Why, you interested in him too?”

“Shut up,” Yoongi huffs, giving Taehyung a gentle thump on his arm that makes the younger laugh. “Just wondered.”

Taehyung’s gaze scans around the room before settling on a painting that apparently takes his interest. Yoongi is so transfixed by the way that Taehyung’s eyes light up over the artwork that it takes him a few moments to register that Taehyung’s fingers have laced through his own.

He follows Taehyung over to the painting, swallowing thickly as he glances down to see their hands clasped together. Taehyung doesn’t comment on the action and so neither does Yoongi. He just hopes to god that his hand isn’t too clammy and tries his best to act natural. Taehyung pauses, gaze intently focused on the painting and Yoongi feels like his own gaze is stuck on Taehyung. 

They wander around the rest of the exhibition with hands linked like that and Yoongi feels an odd little wave of enjoyment at knowing that anyone here knows that he is with Taehyung. It’s kind of a nice feeling.

On their way out of the gallery there’s someone handing out flyers. Yoongi does his usual attempt to avoid any sort of unnecessary interaction with a stranger but Taehyung seems instantly drawn in their direction, dragging Yoongi over too and immediately taking one of the flyers.

“Oh, awesome,” he grins, looking down at the piece of paper in his hand.

Yoongi peers down too. It’s advertising a drawing class here at the gallery, and in his opinion it sounds very much the opposite of awesome. Taehyung however is already grinning enthusiastically at him. Yoongi gets a sinking feeling.

“Can we go to this?” he asks eagerly.

“Um,” Yoongi begins, furrowing his brow, unable to think of an immediate reason not to. The girl handing out the flyers seems to sense his discomfort at the idea.

“It’s bring your own wine,” she explains, as though the promise of alcohol might soften the deal for Yoongi. “We feel it makes for a more relaxed atmosphere.”

“It won’t make my drawing any better,” Yoongi mutters.

“Everyone there is a beginner,” she adds, clearly out for some commission on this. Taehyung looks at Yoongi hopefully and squeezes his hand a little tighter. Yoongi already feels his resolve weakening. 

“Can we think about it?” Yoongi asks.

“Sure,” the girl says, looking a touch disappointed. “Our website’s on there, you can book a space online.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung replies before promising. “We’ll look later.”

“Great,” she says. “Hope to see you there!”

“You don’t think this sounds fun?” Taehyung asks as they walk out of the gallery into the warmth of the late afternoon sun. 

“My art skills are pretty non-existent,” Yoongi explains.

“So are mine,” Taehyung tries. Yoongi’s dubious. He feels like Taehyung will be one of those people who claim that they’re terrible but are actually amazing. “It’s just for fun.”

Taehyung smiles at Yoongi, soft and hopeful, brown eyes large, and Yoongi realises just how screwed he really is. He’s never going to be able to say no to that face. Taehyung swings their joined hands between them and Yoongi sighs quietly

“When is it?”

Taehyung beams, looking down at the flyer again. “Next Friday.”

“Fine,” Yoongi huffs. “Book it.”

Taehyung’s smile grows impossibly wider. “I’ll book it when I get home.”

Taehyung suddenly pulls sharply on Yoongi’s hand, tugging him over to the side. Yoongi stumbles after Taehyung, crashing into his chest. He only gets a moment to steady himself before Taehyung’s mouth is on his. 

Taehyung’s lips are hot and insistent against his own. Yoongi’s mouth parts easily when he feels the teasing lick of Taehyung’s tongue over his pressed together lips. One of his hands stays linked with Taehyung’s whilst the other curls around the back of his neck as their tongues meet slickly. Yoongi only half realises that they’re in broad daylight in the middle of the sidewalk, but he couldn’t really care less. 

“What was that for?” Yoongi asks when they break apart, ignoring the mildly scandalised look of an elderly woman walking past them. 

“For indulging me,” Taehyung shrugs. “And ‘cause you’re hot.”

Yoongi bites down on his lower lip, looking away before he smiles too widely. He tugs lightly on Taehyung’s hand, starting the slow walk to the bus stop together.

“So what are you doing this evening?” Taehyung asks. They’d made today’s date an afternoon one, both of them already busy tonight.

“Got the guys over.”

“Aren’t the guys always over?” Taehyung asks playfully.

“Pretty much,” Yoongi agrees. “But tonight they’re bringing beer at least. How about you?”

“Ah, I’ve got dinner plans,” Taehyung says. “Should be fun."

Something twists harshly in Yoongi’s chest. Dinner plans? Even though he hasn’t said so, it could very well be with another guy. Although Yoongi’s kind of been hoping that they’re heading towards something a bit more serious, they’ve never explicitly agreed that and they’re not exactly officially together. Shit, what if Taehyung’s seeing other guys in addition to Yoongi? 

“Who’s that with?” 

“Just Jin and Jimin, and one of Jimin’s friends,” Taehyung smiles. “Jin loves cooking for us, and there’s no way I’m gonna stop him.”

The bile that Yoongi felt rising in his throat suddenly disappears and an immense wave of relief floods through him. God, he needs to calm the fuck down. Yet as much as he’s been trying not to get too invested in- whatever this is, Yoongi is failing miserably. He likes Taehyung. Likes him a hell of a lot. He just prays that Taehyung feels anything like the same way about him.

“Sounds like a good friend to have,” Yoongi comments before launching into a story about the time Namjoon almost burnt down his kitchen trying to make noodles. Taehyung laughs almost the whole way through and Yoongi’s heart thumps happily, and yep, he’s definitely screwed.


“What the fuck,” Yoongi mutters as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He can hear the thumping bass of music from his speakers in the lounge, the laughter and chatter of three all too familiar voices thrown into the mix too. He toes off his shoes before walking into the fray.

“Hey Yoongi,” Namjoon greets casually as though Yoongi is the guest, not him.

Yoongi’s eyes narrow at the familiar beat of the track playing, soon spying the source as his own laptop. Shit, he really needs to start locking that thing. Then again, maybe he should start double locking his front door instead.

“Who gave you permission to go on my laptop?” he huffs at Jeongguk, who grins happily over at him from his spot on the floor next to it. He’s scrolling through Yoongi’s iTunes, brow furrowed as he looks at the screen.

“I mean, if you leave it unlocked, that’s pretty much giving me permission,” he shrugs lightly, as though it’s no big deal. "Also you may or may not want to check your Facebook status later. You've made some pretty bold statements this last hour."

Yoongi groans, running his palms over his face and wondering what he ever did to deserve the presence of these three in his life.

“How was your date?” Hoseok asks quickly, grabbing a beer from the large pack and handing it to Yoongi. Yoongi grudgingly accepts it, taking a large swig.

“Good,” he says, before adding pointedly. “Nice to experience a bit of culture now and again.”

“Hey, I’m very cultural,” Jeongguk protests.

“Cultured,” Namjoon corrects. “And no you’re not. Yesterday you genuinely referred to an Avicii track as a modern masterpiece.”

“I’m glad you had a nice time,” Hoseok smiles, ignoring the chat of Namjoon and Jeongguk. “When do we get to meet this guy? I still don’t even know what he looks like.”

“I bet he’s horrific looking, that’s why you won’t show us a photo,” Jeongguk muses aloud, not for the first time.

“No he’s not,” Yoongi sighs before adding, “and anyway, looks aren’t everything.”

“Knew it,” Jeongguk replies, as though Yoongi’s comment has just confirmed his suspicions. 

“Guk, you're really not helping our cause here," Hoseok sighs before trying a new tack with Yoongi. "Can we meet him if we don't bring this one along?"

“Hey!” Jeongguk protests. “I want to meet him too. I want to see who’s got Yoongi all weird and smiley this last month. It’s unnerving- but kinda cute.”

Beneath Jeongguk’s jibe there’s the faintest trace of warmth, the younger throwing a sweet smile in Yoongi’s direction to show that he is genuinely interested in meeting Taehyung, and not just as a means to tease Yoongi further. Yoongi gives a long look to each of them as though considering. He takes a deep breath in.


“Can we at least see a picture?” Hoseok asks. “You know, just to confirm that he actually exists.”

“Jeez, have a little faith in me. I’ve not quite got to the stage of inventing imaginary boyfriends yet,” Yoongi retorts, eyes widening slightly as he realises what he’s just said. Unfortunately the other three notice too, immediately all getting large grins on their faces.

“He’s your boyfriend now?” Namjoon says, cheeks dimpling as he smiles.

“It’s just a turn of phrase,” Yoongi replies tonelessly, wishing that his cheeks weren’t so fucking hot right now. “We’re just dating.

“Uh huh,” Jeongguk smirks. “But you want him to be your boyfriend right?”

“Christ, are we in third grade or something?” Yoongi huffs, deliberately avoiding answering the question. 

Because yeah, he’d kind of love it Taehyung was his boyfriend. It’s such a stupid thing, really, the need to define something like that but- well, he sort of wants to. The awful surge of fear that swirled in his gut when he thought that Taehyung might possibly be dating other people earlier today was just horrible. Yoongi’s not about to bring it up though; the last thing he wants to do is scare Taehyung off.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” Namjoon grins.

“God, you guys are fucking annoying,” Yoongi groans.

“We’ll stop questioning you if you show us a photo,” Hoseok offers mischievously, and Yoongi feels mildly betrayed. Hoseok is meant to always be on his side.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll show you a picture if it will get you guys to shut up,” he relents. 

All three of them look way too excited, Jeongguk springing up from his spot on the floor to join the others crowding around Yoongi. It’s a little unnerving that they’re all so invested, but Yoongi feels the tiniest bit touched too.

“Okay, okay, let me find one first,” he mutters.

“Yeah, scroll past any dick pics please,” Jeongguk tells him. “I don’t need to be seeing any of that.”

“Well, I didn’t need to be seeing yours either, and yet I still had to endure that horror,” Hoseok recounts miserably. 

Yoongi chuckles at the memory, recalling the time when Jeongguk accidentally sent an explicit photo of himself to Hoseok after clicking on his name rather than the Holly it was actually intended for. Yoongi had been with Hoseok at the moment he received it, watching as Hoseok instinctively threw his phone across the room with a loud shriek upon opening the message. Jeongguk stays quiet at that.

Yoongi finds a suitable photo and he very much hopes that Taehyung won’t mind it being shown to the others. It’s a selfie that Taehyung sent him from a night out, glass raised in one hand and a familiar boxy grin on his face. Yoongi remembers receiving it, not quite believing his luck that he had such a gorgeous guy sending him photos. He hands over his phone.

“Wow,” Namjoon mutters.

“Shit, Yoongi, he’s hot,” Hoseok adds.

“Yeah, he actually is,” Jeongguk concedes, a look of obvious surprise on his face.

“Okay, right, enough,” Yoongi says, reaching out to grab his phone back. “Now you’ve seen him.”

As much as he’s glad that his friends are of the same opinion as him regarding how attractive Taehyung is, it feels a little weird too. There’s a lot more to Taehyung than just his looks and he kind of wants to tell them all that, but he’s not about to start waxing lyrical about Taehyung’s wonderful personality. He can’t deal with the teasing that would bring right now. He takes back his phone and shoves it into his pocket, cheeks feeling a little hot from their praise for Taehyung.

The current track finishes and a new song starts up, making them all pause in their conversation. A heavy beat courses through the room, Korean words flowing through the speakers. Everyone’s faces scrunch up, confused by the music.

“What is this?” Namjoon asks curiously.

“It’s just some rapper from Korea,” Yoongi mumbles, embarrassed from the fact that it’s obvious who must have recommended this track to him. “You can skip to the next one if you-“

“No, I quite like it,” Namjoon tells him, nodding his head along to the tune.  

Jeongguk purses his lips together, letting the song play on a little longer before giving his opinion. He takes a long gulp of his beer as he listens. Eventually a smile crosses his lips.

“This is cool,” he agrees, before adding a completely unnecessary. “South Korea, represent!”

“Guk, have you ever even been to Korea?” Hoseok asks.

“I don’t need to have been there, I can still hype up my country,” Jeongguk replies.

“Your country ,” Namjoon repeats blankly. “Can you even understand any of the lyrics?”

“Course I can,” he answers haughtily.

“What’s he rapping about then?” Hoseok asks, eyes glinting.

“I mean, it’s more about the feel of song,” Jeongguk huffs.

“You know, I always forget that Guk can’t speak Korean,” Yoongi grins, quickly slipping into his second language.

“Same,” Hoseok replies, switching to Korean too. “I love how annoyed he gets.”

“Can you send me the link to this track?” Namjoon asks, the question similarly asked in Korean as well. “It’s pretty good.”

“Guys, stop doing that,” Jeongguk whines. 

Yoongi just chuckles at Jeongguk’s frustrated expression. Out of the four of them Jeongguk’s the only one who wasn’t raised speaking two languages, and the three take great pleasure in using it to their advantage every now and again. Jeongguk’s not an easy guy to wind up, but making him feel out of the loop is a failsafe way to do it.

“Ah, this is too fun,” Hoseok grins, still sticking to Korean.

Jeongguk looks between the three of them, trying to work out some plan of attack. His gaze lingers on Namjoon and his eyes light up a little, obviously having thought of something.

“Joon, stop that or I’m gonna tell the guy in the bookstore that you’ve never actually read War and Peace, you just looked up the plot on Wikipedia to impress him.”

Namjoon’s face pales slightly and he looks over at the other two with a panicked expression. He clears his throat slightly. Yoongi rolls his eyes. He knows that Namjoon’s been harbouring a small crush on the guy in their local bookstore for a month or two now, but he didn’t quite realise the efforts he’d gone to.

“Okay guys, lets be considerate of Guk,” Namjoon suggests, and Jeongguk smirks triumphantly.

“I’m pretty sure that guy’s got a girlfriend anyway,” Hoseok tells Namjoon kindly. 

“They always do,” Namjoon sighs. “Why can’t I find a Taehyung of my own?”

“Because you want things to happen organically and refuse to join a dating site,” Hoseok points out. “You need to get with the times.”

You’re not on one,” Namjoon counters. 

“That’s because I’m happy being single right now,” Hoseok tells him. “The ladies are going to have to wait for the chance to be the next Mrs Jung.”

“I don’t know how the female population is coping with such a terrible loss,” Yoongi comments.

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping them satisfied,” Jeongguk retorts cockily, grinning and arching an eyebrow.

“Strange,” Yoongi replies. “I don’t know where you find the time to be satisfying all these ladies given that you seem to be hanging out here all the time.”

Namjoon chuckles at this and Jeongguk flushes slightly, jutting his chin out defiantly. He’s about say something in response when Hoseok cuts him off.

“Can we change topic?” he suggests. “I don’t need to endure another night of listening to the details of Guk’s sex life.”

“Agreed,” Namjoon nods.

A new track comes through the speakers, a much clubbier one this time. Yoongi’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out, trying to hold back an obvious smile when he sees it’s from Taehyung.


Ok all booked

Next Friday get ready to get your Mozart on

Hang on

I mean Monet

:) :)

There’s some hollering from Hoseok, apparently very much enjoying the new song. He grabs Jeongguk by the wrist, forcing him to start dancing despite the grumpy look on his face. Hoseok starts shimmying at him and it’s brings the faintest of smiles to Jeongguk’s lips. Yoongi shakes his head in amusement before typing out a message on his phone.


can’t wait 

He doesn’t get to see the response because suddenly he’s been dragged over into the fray too. It’s clear amongst the four of them that Jeongguk and Hoseok are the dancers, both of them moving fluidly to the music, but it doesn’t really matter. Jeongguk starts laughing as he dances, Namjoon breaking out some kind of robot move, and it makes Yoongi laugh too. 

“Yoongi, do your twerking!” Hoseok requests.

God, his friends are idiots, but he kind of loves them anyway. Yoongi rolls his eyes and does as requested.


Taehyung smiles as soon as he sees Yoongi approaching, and Yoongi can’t help but smile back happily too. It’s only been a week since he last saw Taehyung, and they’ve been texting back and forth during the days in-between, but his heart still feels like it fucking skips when he sees the younger. Yoongi’s dated plenty before, but no one’s ever made him feel quite so disconcertingly giddy as Taehyung does.

“Hey,” Taehyung greets, planting a small kiss on Yoongi’s lips.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, before adding pointlessly, “I’ve got wine.”

He holds up the bottle and Taehyung chuckles softly. “Good. You ready to discover our hidden talents?”

“Mine are very deeply hidden.”

Taehyung grins, taking hold of Yoongi’s hand and pulling him into the gallery. There’s a clamour of noise coming from a small room, someone sitting at a desk in front of it with a list of names.

“Here for the drawing workshop?” the lady asks.

“Yep,” Taehyung nods. “Taehyung Kim and Yoongi Min.”

She scans down the list, finding their names and scribbling them out. She gives them a brief overview of the night, pointing out where the paper and pencils are and suggesting that they find somewhere to sit. Taehyung almost bounces into the room and Yoongi has to suppress a grin at the sight.

The class starts with a brief introduction to some of the key points along with many assurances that everyone is a beginner and to not take it too seriously. Yoongi spends most of the introduction uncorking the wine and making sure that his and Taehyung’s plastic glasses are full.

They all have paper in front of them and end up drawing a few test sketches, trying out some different techniques as instructed by the teacher. Yoongi’s attempts are all pretty bad. He glances over at Taehyung’s paper and is oddly pleased to see that Taehyung is actually just as terrible at drawing as he implied.

In all honesty the class is nowhere near as painful as Yoongi imagined it might be. The teacher is engaging and witty, keeping the guidance simple and easy to follow but without sounding like he's teaching a bunch of kids. They sketch a couple of still life things - the classic fruit bowl selection being presented at one point - and Yoongi's attempts deteriorate further with the more wine that he drinks. 

The culmination of the class comes with learning some techniques for sketching facial features, practiced from a large photo projected on the wall. Yoongi's piece of paper ends up covered with a bizarre array of floating eyes, noses and mouths as he practices. It rounds off with a challenge of sketching the person next to you. The girl next to Taehyung looks pretty keen on pairing up with him but Taehyung's already situated himself right in front of Yoongi before she has a chance to say anything.

Yoongi's concentration was already dipping from the amount of wine he's consumed and the fact that they've been at this for almost three hours. But all interest in drawing completely disappears now. He's got a solid five minutes of just staring at Taehyung's face under the guise of art, and Yoongi could be perfectly content to simply sit and look. 

Taehyung rests the end of his pencil between his lips as he looks down thoughtfully and it makes a low heat flow through Yoongi, especially with the way that he catches sight of Taehyung's tongue against the end every so often. The edges of Taehyung's lips are curved upwards, as though he knows very well how much Yoongi is staring. 

"Come on, get drawing," Taehyung chides, tapping Yoongi's piece of paper with his pencil. "Make me look good though."

Yoongi starts to attempt a sketch but it's hopeless. Taehyung's nose ends up way too high on his face and his mouth is very lopsided. Every time Yoongi glances up he meets Taehyung's eyes as he does the same, and it makes Yoongi's stomach swoop wonderfully. 

"Okay one minute left!"

The teacher's call seems to set something off in Taehyung. He glances down at his piece of paper, then to Yoongi, then back at the paper. He starts laughing, teeth on show and genuine tears forming in the corner of his eyes. His laughter is quiet but it makes his body shake and he struggles for breath. Even though Yoongi has no idea what Taehyung's finding so hilarious, just the sight of him in hysterics makes Yoongi laugh too. 

Eventually they're instructed to show their partners their work. There's an eruption of noise as everyone starts showing off their efforts to each other.

"You first," Taehyung tells Yoongi breathlessly.

Yoongi turns around the sheet of paper. Taehyung stares blankly for a moment or two before suddenly bursting into laughter again. 

"You don't think it looks like you?" Yoongi asks playfully through his own laughter. 

"God, I hope not," Taehyung says. "What's wrong with my nose?"

"Artistic licence," Yoongi replies smoothly. "Go on, show me yours."

Taehyung's hands are trembling from laughter as he slowly turns around the sheet of paper. An actual tear rolls down Taehyung's cheek. Yoongi grabs the drawing, inspecting it closer as he dissolves into his own bout of breathless laughter. He can see that Taehyung has tried, really he has, but it's quite possibly one of the worst drawings that Yoongi's ever seen. 

"I don't- what even is this? I don't even look human."

"I told you I was bad at drawing," Taehyung reminds him.

"I didn't realise quite how bad," Yoongi grins.

Taehyung wipes at the corner of his eye, trying to calm himself down. Yoongi can't stop smiling, still amused by the frankly terrible portrait of himself, and from just how happy Taehyung looks right now. Yoongi kind of really enjoys seeing it.

By the time they're walking out of the gallery they've just about regained their composure, though Taehyung's still clutching onto Yoongi's arm and grinning. He hands Yoongi the drawing that he's taken with him.

"A gift for you."

"You know what, I'm flattered but you keep it," Yoongi chuckles. 

"I'm offended," Taehyung teases. "This could be worth millions one day."

"You're right," Yoongi agrees solemnly. "I'll take it."

"Hang on, let me get a photo of it first," Taehyung requests. 

They stop walking for a moment and Yoongi holds it out so that Taehyung can take a close up picture on his phone. He looks down at his phone screen and nods, looking pleased with the result.

"Awesome. If anyone asks to see a photo of my boyfriend now I'm totally showing them this," he laughs. 

Yoongi blinks a few times, feeling like his breath has got caught in his throat. Did he just hear Taehyung right? He swallows hard, lowering the piece of paper and staring at Taehyung, stunned.

"Boyfriend?" he repeats quietly.

Taehyung's happy expression disappears, his face falling as he looks at Yoongi. He presses his lips together, the lightness suddenly fading from his features. 

"Oh," he says softly. "Right. Sorry, I just thought we were kind of-" He trails off, shrugging with forced nonchalance. "If you just want to keep it casual-"

"I don't want that," Yoongi cuts in quickly.

Taehyung's lips part, in surprise and a little in confusion. A tentative smile edges its way onto them, as though he's not sure whether Yoongi's being honest or not. 

"So- what do you want?"

"Y'know, what you said before," Yoongi grins.

He feels Taehyung pull on his arm, bringing him over to stand in front of a shuttered up building. There's a quiet clatter of metal as Taehyung's back hits against it, Yoongi's chest pressing into Taehyung's. Yoongi folds up the drawing and slips it into his back pocket, hands free to rest on the younger's waist.

Taehyung smiles at him, eyes flickering with something more lustful than before ,though still mixed in with their usual soft warmth. Yoongi takes a moment to appreciate the heat of Taehyung's gaze before leaning in and covering Taehyung's mouth with his own. He feels Taehyung's palms splay against his chest as Taehyung kisses back.

Taehyung lets out a soft sigh as Yoongi's tongue slips inside, gliding slow, smooth and wet against Taehyung's. Yoongi presses his body closer against Taehyung's as he feels fingers tangle lightly in the strands of his hair. Yoongi's not sure what it is exactly- the buzz of wine, the thrill of their earlier laughter, the wonderful knowledge that this is now his boyfriend that Yoongi's kissing.

Yoongi can't pin it down precisely but he knows that whatever it is makes him kiss a little more urgently, a little more needily, tongue curling around Taehyung's and causing the fingers in Yoongi's hair to tighten slightly. Yoongi's grip gets firmer too, tugging Taehyung's hips more against his own.

"Fuck," he breathes into the kiss when he feels the minute but still obvious movement of Taehyung's crotch grinding ever so slightly against his own. It's enough though; enough to send a wave of heat through the elder and enough to rock his own hips forward in response.

A quiet little moan escapes Taehyung, soon swallowed by the kiss. One of Yoongi's hands staying gripping Taehyung's waist as the other rubs slow but firm along his side through the material of his shirt. Yoongi's feeling dizzy, getting lost in the way that their tongues roll together, deep and deliberate in the heat of their mouths.

Eventually Taehyung pulls away and his gaze catches Yoongi's, both of them watching each other intently. Their breathing is loud, heavy, the pair both worked up from the intensity of the kiss. Yoongi squeezes Taehyung's side, fingertips digging in.

"I kind of want to invite you back to mine but Jimin and Jin are gonna be there so-" Taehyung says lowly, letting the implication of the rest of that sentence hang in the air.

"You've got your own room though, right?" Yoongi teases, enjoying the way that Taehyung's eyes shimmer at his comment.

"I do," Taehyung replies, voice still low. He leans in, drawing Yoongi into one more kiss before answering, words murmured against Yoongi's lips. "But I don't think I'll be able to stay quiet. Might get a bit awkward."

Fuck. Yoongi's going to die and cause of death will be Taehyung Kim. He pulls away, tipping his head back and blinking up at the night sky in an attempt to calm himself down briefly. He considers inviting Taehyung back to his place instead but he has a strange feeling that Jeongguk's going to be there, and Yoongi definitely does not need him knowing anything about his sex life.

"I think Guk's at mine too," Yoongi sighs, leaning forward and resting his forehead on Taehyung's shoulder. 

"Well, this sucks," Taehyung says lightly, a quiet laugh slipping from his lips too.

"That's an understatement," Yoongi replies, lifting his head up and sharing a disappointed look with Taehyung. 

He considers texting Jeongguk and asking him to leave, but he gets the feeling that the younger is having some problems with his roommate right now and doesn't quite have to heart to send him away. No matter how unbelievably enticing Taehyung may look right now.

"Next time maybe," Taehyung says softly.

"Definitely," Yoongi tells him, leaning in and capturing his lips in a slower, calmer kiss this time. 

The kiss is softer, more delicate, but there's something more intense simmering beneath it, the knowledge that both of them want- need - more than this right now. Yoongi brings his hands to cup Taehyung's jaw, a tender touch but also a way to stop him from running his hands over the younger too much. Taehyung's arms wrap around his back, keeping him close.

Taehyung tastes of mint and red wine and something Yoongi's coming to know as distinctly Taehyung. Yoongi can't get enough of it. He has no idea how long they kiss for, but he knows that when they pull apart eventually they're both breathless and Taehyung's lips look a little puffy- and still a lot alluring.

"Come on, lets get some coffee," Taehyung sighs, as though it's clearly not his first choice of activity. He pulls out a folded scrap of paper from his pocket and a stolen pencil. "I can practice drawing you again."

It's not quite the ending to their night that Yoongi had envisioned. But when he's sitting in a booth drinking coffee opposite Taehyung, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he intensely concentrates on his sketch of the elder, red hair falling into his face as he works, Yoongi finds that he doesn't really mind at all.


Chapter Text

"A rave?"

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow, looking over at Yoongi suspiciously. He's been sprawled out on Yoongi's couch all night, only stirring when Yoongi shuffled through from his bedroom and sat on him to eat his breakfast, a polite way of telling the younger to get out. Jeongguk's never been good at hints though, or just chooses to ignore them, so instead Yoongi tells him about a conversation he had with Taehyung over coffee yesterday.

"Yeah, apparently there's some big event this Saturday. Do you know anything about it?"

Taehyung had been full of excitement yesterday when telling Yoongi that Jimin had heard from a guy at his dance class about some rave happening at the weekend. And apparently dancing the night away at one of these things covered in neon is on that damn list of Taehyung's. Yoongi, of course, somehow found himself agreeing to go. His inability to say no to Taehyung is kind of worrying.

"Yeah, I know about it," Jeongguk smirks. "I'm surprised you do though."

"I have many sides to me, young Guk," Yoongi says wearily. "So like, is it legit?"

"As in?"

"As in is this some illegal shit that's gonna be raided by the police and get Taehyung deported back to Korea, or is it an actual organised thing?"

Jeongguk grins a little at this. "I mean, the illegal ones are normally the best ones..."

"Guk-" Yoongi says sternly.

"Yo, chill," Jeongguk laughs. "The one you're talking about is totally cool. You even have to buy tickets to it, that's how lame it is. It's more like a rave experience than the real deal. You know, an excuse for hot girls to post photos of themselves in glowpaint on Instagram. Your boyfriend is safe."

"Okay," Yoongi nods, suddenly feeling a lot more relaxed about this whole thing. Although he's still dreading the prospect of spending the whole night stuck in a room with a bunch of sweaty people dancing to the same repetitive beat. Although if there's a sweaty Taehyung, maybe it'll be worth it.

"So are Joon and Hobi coming too?"

Yoongi freezes. "What do you mean too?"

"I'm coming, right? This is an invite?"

"It is most definitely not," Yoongi tells him. "Anyway, I thought you said it was lame."

"I did," Jeongguk agrees. "But I also said there would be hot girls and glowpaint. You need to listen more, dude."


"Look, I know when and where it is. You don't invite me, I'll just go anyway," Jeongguk says, grinning deviously. "What's better, knowing where I am or the element of surprise?"

"But you can meet hot girls anywhere," Yoongi protests. "Why do you have to go to this?"

"True," Jeongguk nods smugly. "But I really wanna meet Taehyung. We all do."

Yoongi sighs, defeated. He supposes Taehyung will have to meet them all at some point. At least this way the music drowns out any awkward conversation and they can disappear into crowd if necessary.

Yoongi chews a little on his lower lip, hoping that Taehyung will be okay with the others coming along too. Knowing Taehyung he’s sure it will be fine, but he figures it's probably best to check. He gets out his phone.



Is it ok if my friends maybe come with us on Saturday?

A seperate notification flashes on his phone. His group chat with the others, the awfully named #SQUAD courtesy of Jeongguk, is now showing a new message. Yoongi reluctantly opens it, even though he’s sitting right by the younger.


Yo guys

Rave this Saturday with me and Yoongs

You in?


Yoongi’s agreed to go?


He’s the one who suggested it


Is he feeling ok?


Taehyung’s gonna be there


Ah ok

Makes sense now

Count me in


I’ll get the glow sticks

Yoongi huffs, standing up to take his empty cereal bowl into the kitchen. He rinses the bowl out in the sink before wandering into his bedroom to grab his wallet. His phone buzzes as he walks into the room.


Of course 

More the merrier

I’ll invite Jin and Jimin too!

So excited :)

Yoongi’s stomach flips pleasantly at level of excitement from Taehyung, before twisting more nervously at the mention of Jin and Jimin joining too. He’s not too fussed about Jin – the guy seemed pretty much okay in the brief moment that Yoongi met him. Jimin, however, is someone clearly very important to Taehyung and Yoongi wants to make a good impression. He’s not sure how easy that will be in a room full of people including his own friends.



Have a good day at work


You too :)

Roll on Saturday!


“Nope. No way.”

“Oh come on Yoongi,” Hoseok wheedles. “You need to be letting your inhibitions go tonight.”

“And why must that involve leather?” Yoongi grunts. “I wore those as part of a Halloween outfit. They are never meant to be worn again.”

“But why not?” Hoseok whines. “Everyone said how good your ass looked in them!”

“Did they?”

“Well, I did,” Hoseok shrugs. “Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“Not really.”

Yoongi glares down at the offending items laid out on his bed. When he asked for Hoseok’s help in choosing an outfit for tonight he should have guessed something like this would happen. Hoseok sighs, loud and exaggerated, before yelling,

“Guk, come here!”

Jeongguk wanders lazily into Yoongi’s bedroom, eyes fixed on his phone. He glances up at the leather pants and neon top laid out on Yoongi’s bed and the dismayed look on Yoongi’s face, and immediately breaks out into a grin.

“Definitely wear them.”

“Sorry, I’m not taking fashion advice from this,” Yoongi huffs, motioning vaguely in Jeongguk’s direction. 

“It’s a rave, bro,” Jeongguk tells him, sounding bored by the criticism. “It’s the look.”

Yoongi looks warily over at the younger. He’s wearing a bright purple muscle tee, the loose fabric seeming to be showing more skin than what it covers. The words EAT SLEEP RAVE REPEAT are emblazoned across the front in clashing lime green letters and his arms are adorned with tons of bright bracelets.

“Fucking dumb look,” Yoongi mutters half-heartedly, right now more concerned with the outfit Hoseok’s trying to get him into than with insulting Jeongguk. 

“Just try the outfit on,” Hoseok prompts. “If you really hate it, you don’t have to wear it. But just try it first, please.”

Yoongi stares down at the clothes and gives in. "I’ll try the pants on, but I draw the line at that mesh top.”

“Fine,” Hoseok concedes. “That was a long shot anyway.” 

Yoongi walks over to his closet and takes out a plain black t shirt. It draws immediate noises of complaint from the other two.

“You can’t go to a rave in all black!” Jeongguk protests. 

“Look, you want me to try on these pants or not?” Yoongi argues. 

He pushes past them and walks towards the bathroom. Namjoon hovers outside his room, drawn over by all the commotion.

“I don’t know why the two straight guys are the ones giving fashion advice here,” Hoseok complains. “Shouldn’t it be the other way round.”

“I don’t approve of that kind of stereotyping,” Namjoon declares seriously.

“If I ever let Joon dress me, you know something’s gone very wrong in my life,” Jeongguk comments. 

“Just because you don’t understand someone’s style doesn’t mean it’s bad-“ Namjoon begins.

Yoongi blocks them out, closing the bathroom door and getting dressed in the outfit. He pulls on the v neck t shirt first. It’s not too loose, not too tight, just fitted enough to be acceptable. He then pulls on the dreaded leather pants, tucking the shirt into them before buttoning them up.

He can’t quite tell what he looks like in the tiny bathroom mirror so wanders back out and into his bedroom. He’s meet with a loud wolf whistle from Jeongguk and Hoseok grins widely.

“See, Yoongi, they look good."

Yoongi walks over to his full length mirror, checking himself out. Okay, he doesn’t actually look as terrible as he thought. And his ass does look kind of good. He fiddles with the silver rings on his fingers, uncomfortable under all the attention. 

“Now for the eyeliner," Hoseok notes gleefully.

“Jesus Hobi, I haven’t worn eyeliner since college. I’m too old for that shit.”

“You’re twenty-six Yoongi, not a grandpa,” Hoseok challenges, rolling his eyes.

“He is kinda like a grandpa,” Jeongguk grins cheekily.

Just for that comment, Yoongi allows Hoseok to hand him the eyeliner.


As they stand outside the front door of Taehyung’s house, Yoongi feels a little like he’s going to throw up. It’s bad enough that his friends are meeting Taehyung, but the fact that they’re all meeting Taehyung’s friends too – it’s starting to feel like a bit much. Jin is driving everyone to the place later, but Taehyung suggested some pre-drinks at theirs first so that they can all get to know each other without the distraction of the loud music and crowds. Exactly the sort of thing Yoongi was trying to avoid. 

It’s Jin who opens the door. He’s got a pink top on again but this time it’s sleeveless, showcasing long and toned arms. His hair is messy but in a carefully styled way, He smiles widely, lips a little pinker than Yoongi remembers, and they shine with some sort of lip balm. 

“Holy shit,” Namjoon blurts out, brain to mouth filter clearly not working, and Yoongi internally cringes. Jin doesn’t seem to mind however, face brightening at Namjoon’s outburst.

“Hi Jin,” Yoongi says awkwardly before pointing at each of his friends in turn. “This is Hobi, Jeongguk, and Namjoon.”

Namjoon immediately stumbles forward to shake his hand in greeting. Jin keeps smiling like a movie star, pulling Namjoon in for a hug instead. Yoongi gets the worrying feeling that the bookstore guy has suddenly been knocked from the top spot of Namjoon’s crush list. Jin gives the others a hug in greeting too, including Yoongi, before ushering them all inside.

There’s noise from the lounge, the sound of an unknown EDM track playing through the speakers along with the chatter of two voices. Yoongi instantly recognises the deep rumble of Taehyung's along with a lighter voice he assumes must be Jimin. The wave of nausea returns.

Jin leads them all into the lounge. Taehyung’s sitting on the couch with a guy sat next to him, arm draped around Taehyung's shoulders. Shit, the guy looks just as handsome as he did in the photo Yoongi had seen previously. Maybe even more so. He has a sharp jawline, intense eyes framed in black. Silvery hair falls across his forehead and he lifts a hand up to sweep it back. Yoongi notices the way Jimin’s fingers tighten slightly on Taehyung’s shoulder and a horrible surge of inadequacy courses through the elder.

Taehyung’s eyes widen almost comically when he spots Yoongi, mouth gaping as his irises sparkle wonderfully. It’s almost enough to distract from the way that Jimin’s eyes narrow slightly, focused solely on Yoongi. Taehyung springs up from the couch, flinging his arms around Yoongi and pressing a kiss to his lips. Yoongi can feel his cheeks burning, very much aware of his friends looking on in amusement.

“Fuck, Yoongi, you look great,” he grins.

“Oh, thanks,” Yoongi says uselessly.

He’s about to try to compliment Taehyung in return but the younger’s attention is immediately on the other three. He smiles happily.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Taehyung.”

They all make their introductions, politely shaking hands, smiles all round. After Taehyung’s found out each of their names he turns, pointing over in the direction of the couch.

“Everyone, this is Jimin,” he introduces.

Jimin stands up, face now a picture of sweetness. He smiles widely, eyes crescenting slightly as he walks over to them. He shakes hands with all of them, though Yoongi swears that his hand gets squeezed far tighter than any of the others.

Jin suddenly appears holding four shots, two balanced in each hand. He hands one out to each of the four newcomers, giving Namjoon a small wink when handing his over, and Yoongi’s pretty sure that if Namjoon was a cartoon character there would be hearts in his eyes right about now.

“Shots already?” Hoseok laughs.

“Awesome,” Jeongguk grins. He downs his quickly, bicep flexing with the motion. 

Yoongi notices Jimin glance at him curiously out of the corner of his eye. Yoongi knows that Jeongguk probably looks like the sort of person you’d want to avoid on a night out, but Yoongi also knows that he has a heart of gold and a huge soft side. Yoongi hopes that Jimin doesn’t get the wrong impression of him.

“You can’t turn up to a party sober,” Taehyung explains, finger held up in the air as though making a very serious point.

“Well, some of us have to,” Jin sighs dramatically, though it’s said playfully.

“Thanks again for driving,” Hoseok says, the other three nodding in agreement.

“No problem,” Jin smiles. “I’ve got an audition tomorrow anyway, so I need to look my best.”

“Audition for what?” Namjoon asks.

Jimin and Taehyung appear to have already lost interest, and Jin smiles happily at Namjoon’s question. He steps nearer to him, apparently eager to tell Namjoon all about whatever he’s auditioning for. Namjoon looks like he's more than ready to listen to anything that Jin has to say.

“Right, proper drinks guys,” Taehyung announces. “What can I get you all?”

They all place their orders, Taehyung heading over to the kitchen and Jimin following, leaving Yoongi, Hoseok and Jeongguk on their own. Hoseok shakes his head, bewildered.

“Christ, where the fuck did these guys meet, a model agency?” he mutters, looking over in the direction of Taehyung and his roommates. 

Yoongi’s inclined to agree; the three of them are all kind of unfairly good looking, though of course in Yoongi's opinion Taehyung is by far the most handsome. He’s looking especially good tonight, even with the weird tie dye t shirt he’s wearing. Yoongi can forgive it when it's matched with such tight black jeans. His red hair is swept back from his forehead with a bandana, which Yoongi would mock relentlessly if worn by anyone else, but kind of loves on Taehyung.

“I think Joon’s in love,” Jeongguk grins.

He nods over to where Namjoon is listening to Jin, hanging onto every word and nodding eagerly at whatever Jin is saying. Something makes Jin laugh and Namjoon bursts out laughing too. Jimin and Taehyung walk past them on their way back, Jimin scrunching up his face in confusion.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard something genuinely laugh at one of Jin’s jokes before,” he muses, handing Jeongguk and Hoseok a drink.

Taehyung passes Yoongi a drink before coming to stand beside him, arm sliding easily around his waist. Yoongi turns his head slightly to look at Taehyung, who’s smiling warmly at him. His eyes shimmer, full of excitement. 

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hey,” Yoongi replies, voice similarly soft, unable to take his eyes off of Taehyung’s.

“Oh god,” Jeongguk mutters in mild disgust. “I did not sign up for this all evening."

Yoongi looks over to see Jeongguk’s distressed expression, Hoseok smiling happily behind him. Jimin just gazes over curiously and Yoongi can’t really read what he’s thinking. 

Taehyung bites down on his lip, letting out a small embarrassed chuckle. Yoongi wants to give Jeongguk a smack round the head for his comment, but it seems to make Jimin laugh lightly so he lets it drop.

“So Jimin, what do you do?” Hoseok asks, seeming to sense Yoongi’s discomfort.

Yoongi feels like he’s the one who should be making the effort to initiate conversation and get to know Jimin, but he’s stuck as to what to say without coming across awkward. He lets Hoseok take the lead.

“Oh, I work in a coffee shop in town,” he says. “And I dance. I’d like to dance full time but, well, the pay isn't exactly amazing.”

“You dance?” Hoseok grins. “Me and Guk do too.”

“Oh really?” Jimin’s face lights up. “What sort of dancing?”

“Hiphop influenced stuff mainly. I’m hoping to become a choreographer full time soon,” Hoseok explains.

“I really like hiphop stuff too,” Jeongguk adds. “It's how I met Hobi actually, through a dance class.”

Yoongi can feel Taehyung’s arm squeeze his side enthusiastically, clearly happy to see their friends getting along. It is sort of nice, Yoongi supposes, though he still feels far too nervous to get excited about it just yet.

“Cool,” Jimin nods. “I do more contemporary dance and ballet, but it's fun doing hiphop stuff sometimes.”

“Awesome,” Hoseok says. “Well, if you ever feel like messing around with some routines or anything sometime, let us know.”

“Will do,” Jimin nods. He looks over in Yoongi’s direction, gaze hardening slightly. “Do you dance too, Yoongi?”

“Uh, no,” he admits, bringing an abrupt end to the conversation and feeling like he’s just killed the jovial mood. Shit. “But I watch these guys a lot at shows and stuff,” he adds, trying to think of something to make him sound a little more involved.

Jimin nods as though contemplating the answer. “So, what do you do then?”

“I work in an office,” Yoongi says, suddenly feeling like his answer is very boring. “Just admin stuff, you know. Do some filing, get yelled at by my boss, that kind of stuff.”

“Uh huh,” Jimin replies, arching an eyebrow, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“You rap too,” Taehyung interjects excitably. 

“Oh, I haven’t done that in ages,” Yoongi protests. Which is true, although he’s felt a little more inspired to work on some unfinished tracks recently. None are quite up to scratch yet though.

“Ah yes, Taetae played me some of your tracks,” Jimin says.

Yoongi only has a moment to register the cutesy nickname for Taehyung before it sinks in exactly what Jimin’s told him. He swivels his head round to face Taehyung, whose cheeks have turned a deep shade of pink.

“You did what?” Yoongi asks, embarrassed. 

When he raps it’s a different version of himself, a persona for songs and stage. It’s not exactly the way he would have liked for Jimin to be introduced to him. Oh fuck, there are so many lyrics that he wants Jimin to unhear right now. God, did he send Taehyung the track where he raps about his oral sex skills? He sincerely hopes not.

“Yeah, Yoongi’s an awesome rapper,” Jeongguk smiles, sounding genuine as he does so, and Yoongi appreciates that Jeongguk’s gone for praise rather than an insult. “It’s like, crazy seeing him on stage.”

“You should come next time!” Hoseok suggests enthusiastically.

“I really don’t think-“

“Oh my god, yes,” Taehyung grins, cutting off Yoongi's protest. “I’d love to see you perform.”

“I don’t know-“

“I can be your groupie,” Taehyung adds, making the others laugh, although Yoongi’s distinctly aware of the weight of Jimin’s gaze on him. 

“So, uh, Jimin, Taehyung said you’re from Korea too,” Yoongi says, hugely keen to change the topic of conversation. 

“Yep,” Jimin nods curtly. “I’m from Busan originally, but I’ve been here for five years or so now, same as Tae."

“I’m from Busan too!” Jeongguk cuts in excitedly.

“Really?” Jimin smiles, looking interested.

“Well, I mean, my grandparents were,” he admits, a little less enthusiastically. “I’ve never been outside the US.” Jimin laughs sweetly.

Namjoon and Jin choose that moment to join the conversation. It splits into two; Jimin, Jeongguk and Hoseok chatting away excitedly about dance stuff, whilst Taehyung asks Namjoon plenty of questions about his life, remembering loads of a little facts that Yoongi’s mentioned about Namjoon that make the two of them flush.

“Your drink’s getting low,” Taehyung points out, tapping his index finger against Yoongi’s nearly empty glass. He peers into his own. “And mine.”

“I’ll get some more,” Jimin offers, somehow hearing Taehyung’s comment despite being involved in a separate conversation. “Maybe Yoongi could help me.”

Something in Jimin’s tone implies that Yoongi doesn’t have much choice in the matter. Taehyung looks pointedly over at Jimin, something like a warning passing unspoken between them that makes Yoongi feel rather uncomfortable. They’re obviously very close, five years of friendship greatly outweighing the connection Yoongi has built with Taehyung so far. 

“Vodka tonic please,” Taehyung says to Yoongi, hold on his waist tightening briefly before adding in a whisper, “ignore Jimin if he gets weird. He means well.”

Yoongi barely has a moment to process the strange comment before Taehyung presses a small kiss to the spot below his ear and sends him on his way. Yoongi tentatively follows Jimin into the small kitchen, clutching both his and Taehyung’s glasses in his hands.

Jimin’s already pouring a drink when Yoongi steps into the kitchen. Yoongi takes a moment to size him up. He’s probably about Yoongi’s height, toned arms and top of his sculpted chest on show in his ridiculous tight-fitting neon vest. He’s muscular – not quite at Jeongguk’s level, but enough that he could probably beat Yoongi up if he so wishes. Yoongi hopes that’s not his intentions, though the continued cool demeanour towards anyone but Yoongi seems to say otherwise.

“So,” Jimin begins, turning around and folding his arms over his chest. “You and Tae, huh?”

“Yep, me and Tae,” he repeats, making sure to stand up straight. If this Jimin guy doesn’t like him for some reason, fine, but Yoongi isn’t about to show that it's affecting him like it is.

Jimin’s eyes narrow as he scans Yoongi, as though trying to work something out. He holds Yoongi’s gaze and Yoongi just stands there, and it’s all getting a bit weird.

"He really likes you, you know,” Jimin states.

“Oh,” Yoongi says, surprised by the comment and unsure what to say. “Cool.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow further. “No, it is not cool,” he replies with a slight sneer. “It’s a fucking privilege. He’s an amazing person.”

“I know that,” Yoongi retorts, thoroughly confused by what’s going on. He pauses, trying to figure something out. “ Do you- do you like him or something? ‘cause I’m picking up that you’re not particularly keen on me.”

“Look, I just-“ Jimin begins, before shaking his head. “Tae’s a really wonderful person. He’s kind and sweet, and when he likes someone, he really fucking likes them. And some people take advantage of that. Treat him like dirt ‘cos they know he’ll stick around anyway.”

“Christ, what the fuck do you think of me?” Yoongi replies, trying to keep the anger out of his voice and failing. “I’m sorry but we’ve literally just met, and you’re accusing me of-“

“I’m not accusing you of anything,” Jimin interrupts. He pauses and sighs, face softening slightly. “I just- I just worry about him. I can’t stand the thought of him getting hurt again.”

Yoongi wets his lips, understanding a little more. It still doesn’t justify Jimin’s rough tone with him though. “You referring to his ex?” Yoongi clarifies.

“He’s mentioned him?” Jimin asks.

“I mean, he briefly mentioned someone but didn’t really go into detail,” Yoongi explains. Jimin looks conflicted, like he wants to say something. Yoongi jumps in before him. “Look, I’ve got no idea about his past or what happened. But I care about him. I care about him a lot. I know it’s early still but- well, I appreciate how lucky I am to have him. You're right, he's- he's really amazing.”

Yoongi’s a little surprised by this own confession. He knows that Taehyung’s come to mean a lot to him over the last two months, but he’s not actually voiced anything like that out loud to him, let alone to a relative stranger.

Jimin keeps staring at him, holding his gaze steady before eventually muttering, “Okay.” He looks down, seeming slightly embarrassed, and bites down on his lip. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so weird, just-“

“It’s fine. You’re looking out for your friend, I get it,” Yoongi says quietly.

An awkward silence settles over the pair of them. Jimin clears his throat.

“So, uh, I liked your songs,” Jimin randomly says.

“Oh. Thanks.” 

Yoongi blinks a few times at the abrupt turn of conversation. Jimin offers a small smile, this clearly being his way of apologising for his heavy-handed attempt at looking out for Taehyung. He lets out a soft chuckle. 

“I know Tae’s very much looking forward to finding out more about your tongue technology.”

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans, running a palm over his face. “I was hoping I didn’t send that one.”

Jimin’s smile grows wider and Yoongi smiles bashfully. 

The evening becomes a lot easier after that, the knowledge of some sort of acceptance from Jimin taking a huge weight from Yoongi’s shoulders. Everyone seems to be getting along easily and the whole time Taehyung’s attached to Yoongi’s side, solid and reassuring. More and more drinks flow, and by a certain point Jin starts rounding them all up lest they get too drunk before even reaching the party.

“Just a little bit on your arms,” Taehyung pleads once they’re all crammed into Jin’s station wagon. “You can’t be the only one not glowing. Please?”

Yoongi looks at Taehyung who’s squeezed in next to him. There are dots of neon paint on his temples and and they crease when he smiles so widely that his eyes crinkle, absurdly keen to get the paint on Yoongi.

“Fine,” Yoongi relents, letting Taehyung take hold of his forearm and start daubing some unknown design on his skin. 

Jeongguk makes a whipping motion from the backseat which makes Hoseok shake his head and Jimin burst into laughter. Yoongi doesn’t get to see what Namjoon’s reaction is, because Jin asked Namjoon to sit up front with him, and Namjoon probably couldn’t give a fuck about anything else in the world right now.

Once inside the huge warehouse building it’s just as bad as Yoongi imagined. There are people everywhere and the music is the relentless repetitive noise that Jeongguk often likes to listen to. He appears in his element, immediately jumping up and down and trying to drag them all in the direction of the bar.

More shots get downed and Yoongi’s feeling enough of a buzz that he’s enjoying it despite it really not being his scene. Though maybe that has something to do with the fact that Taehyung’s currently wrapped around his back, arms looped over his chest as they watch the crowd. Taehyung  keeps excitedly swaying them both to the beat and Yoongi lets him.

“Dude, has your friend taken something?” Jeongguk asks Taehyung, looking slightly concerned. Jimin is currently clinging onto Jin’s arm as they shout out a conversation over the music, whilst his other hand plays distractedly with Jin’s fingers.

“Which friend?” Taehyung asks, as though it’s not immediately obvious. 

“Uh, Jimin,” Jeongguk replies.

“Oh no, he’s fine,” Taehyung says. “He’s just a bit touchy-feely sometimes, especially after a few drinks.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment any further. 

“Come on, lets dance,” Hoseok suggests. 

Yoongi can feel Taehyung near enough bouncing in anticipation behind him and so follows Hoseok into the crowd, Taehyung still latched onto his back the whole time. Yoongi’s not a big fan of dancing in public. It’s not that he’s particularly bad, but given he’s with trained dancers most of the time, it can be a little intimidating.

“Hey, where’s Namjoon and Jin?” Taehyung asks, looking around in search of them.

“Ah, Namjoon starting discussing politics and Jin was pretending like he knew what the fuck he was talking about. I got the hell out of there,” Jimin explains.

“Who discusses politics at a rave?” Taehyung ponders aloud.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi, Hoseok and Jeongguk answer in unison, making Taehyung and Jimin laugh. 

The dance floor is heaving, full of people everywhere, and it makes it less awkward at least for dancing. Jeongguk keeps looking around, clearly on the look out for some attractive girls. Taehyung’s suddenly in front of Yoongi, grinning wildly. His hair flops messily over the bandana and the glowing paint on his face is a little smudged, but fuck, he looks beautiful. 

Yoongi’s hands automatically find their way to Taehyung’s waist, tugging him closer as long arms get wrapped around Yoongi’s shoulders. Yoongi is acutely aware of the proximity of his friends but he tries his hardest to push those thoughts aside and focus on Taehyung. It takes a little while but eventually they find a rhythm together, and Yoongi is pleasantly surprised to find that Taehyung is a much better dancer than he is an artist.

“You having fun?” Taehyung asks, leaning in so that his mouth presses against Yoongi’s ear.

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods. “You?”

Taehyung’s brilliant smile is all the answer Yoongi needs. The strobe lights flash behind him, highlighting the stunning features of his face. Everything feels the tiniest bit hazy from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed, but Taehyung stands out in full focus for Yoongi. He feels like he can’t tear his eyes away.

“Hey, Jimin knows that Guk’s straight, right?” 

Hoseok’s voice cuts through the moment, snapping Yoongi’s attention back to the present. Taehyung snorts lightly and nods.

“Sure,” he shrugs. “Jimin’s straight too.”

“You sure about that?” Hoseok asks, arching an eyebrow.

Yoongi follows his gaze, holding back a burst of laughter. Jeongguk's standing still, hands hanging awkwardly by his sides as Jimin dances up against him- although Yoongi feels like grinding might be a more accurate term. Jeongguk’s looking around helplessly, as though unsure what to do.

Taehyung follows Hoseok’s gaze too, watching for a moment before shrugging again. He smiles at Hoseok. 

“Yeah, Jimin’s straight,” he repeats. “But he’s also a total flirt. If something is immobile long enough, he’s gonna start dancing on it.”

Jeongguk catches them looking over, eyes communicating a silent plea for assistance that they all decide to ignore. Hoseok’s eyes seem to catch something over Yoongi’s shoulder and he gives a large wave.

“Hey, mind if I ditch you for a few minutes?” he checks. “One of the girls from my dance class is over there.”

“Course,” Yoongi nods.

Hoseok bounds off in the direction of the girl, Jeongguk’s eyes following him dejectedly as he does so. Yoongi gets a glimpse of Jimin leaning in to say something in Jeongguk’s ear before he feels slender fingers against his jaw, Taehyung tilting his head just slightly before bringing their lips together.

The kiss gets hot and heavy far quicker than Yoongi expected, though he supposes it was bound to happen. Despite their promises of invites back to each others places after their drawing class, both their schedules had become unusually busy, the pair only managing to fit in a meet up at a coffee shop between their art class and tonight. 

With his eyes closed Yoongi is acutely aware of everything about Taehyung. Of the solid press of his body against Yoongi’s; of the subtle grind of their hips together; of Taehyung’s fingers roaming over Yoongi’s shoulder blades through his shirt. He tightens his hold on Taehyung’s waist, pulling him even closer. The music is too loud for Yoongi to hear it, but he can feel the rumble of a groan escape Taehyung’s throat.

Taehyung’s tongue wraps around his own, rolling them together wet and slick, kissing so hot, so deep, that Yoongi has no doubt that it must look a little obscene. Yoongi can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed though, even if he has a horrible feeling that Jeongguk’s seeing more than he needs to right now. The kiss is passionate and their bodies move together to the beat of the music so fluidly that Yoongi’s head is spinning. 

It’s only when he feels the hard line of Taehyung’s arousal press against him that Yoongi pulls away, suddenly very aware of being in public. He drags his lips along Taehyung’s jaw, stopping just below his ear.

“Stay at mine tonight,” he says lowly.

He feels the shiver run through Taehyung’s body from his words, hears the sharp intake of breath despite the loud bass pounding around them. Taehyung nods eagerly.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Taehyung murmurs, and Yoongi feels distinctly dizzy.

He’s about to pull Taehyung back in for another kiss but Hoseok reappears, looking a little like he wants to leave again, having clearly interrupted an intimate moment. 

“How’s your friend?” Taehyung asks, blinking a few times in an apparent attempt to get rid of the haziness that seems to have settled over him from all the kissing.

“She’s good,” Hoseok nods. “Unfortunately so is her boyfriend who just showed up.”

“Ouch,” Taehyung grimaces, mouth pulled into a tight line in sympathy.

“I’ll survive,” he laughs, before his brow furrows. “What happened here?”

Yoongi follows his gaze, eyes widening in surprise. Jimin’s still grinding up on Jeongguk but Jeongguk now seems to be doing the same back. It’s clear that they’re both dancers, hips rolling together smooth and easy as they dance. Despite the sexiness of their dancing, their faces are full of humour, Jimin’s head currently tipped back in laughter at something Jeongguk’s said.

It’s kind of surprising to see Jeongguk dancing like that with a guy rather than a girl, but he seems to be having fun. There’s nothing in either of their expressions to suggest anything more than simply a shared enjoyment of dancing and Yoongi’s glad that they’re getting on so well. At least if Jeongguk’s made a good impression on Jimin then that can only bode well for Yoongi’s standing.

At some point later Namjoon and Jin appear, Namjoon looking momentarily confused by the sight of Jeongguk and Jimin dancing together before shrugging it off. Jimin heads off in search of a bathroom, giving Jeongguk a quick pat on the ass before disappearing into the crowd. It makes the youngest flush, especially when Jin gives him an exaggerated wink before breaking into loud laughter.

“Looks like you’re getting lucky tonight,” Hoseok teases, slinging an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders.

“Shut up,” Jeongguk huffs, playfully shrugging off Hoseok’s arm and rolling his eyes. “It’s just dancing. More fun than watching these two making out. ”

“What, you don’t like to watch?” Taehyung says, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously, barely suppressing his laughter.

“It’s Yoongi,” Jeongguk replies, as though that’s enough explanation. 

And really it is. Yoongi certainly has no interest in ever witnessing any of his friends making out with someone. Taehyung just lets out his laughter at Jeongguk’s distressed face.

Jimin returns after a while, instantly back at Jeongguk's side and excitedly telling him something that makes Jeongguk grin. Yoongi feels two arms sliding around his waist from behind, Taehyung holding him close as his chin rests on Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi reaches back, hands resting on Taehyung’s hips, and it makes the younger nip lightly at a spot on his neck.

Yoongi’s not sure how much time passes as all seven of them dance, everyone at varying stages of drunkenness. Yoongi isn’t actually sure what time this is meant to go until. Taehyung had just vaguely said all night, which wasn’t entirely helpful. 

At some point Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon slip away under the guise of getting more drinks. However Yoongi spots Jin and Namjoon sitting down on some makeshift benches to chat, and he’s sure he sees Hoseok talking to an unknown but very pretty girl in a different area of the dancefloor.

Jimin and Jeongguk start dancing with two girls nearby, both ladies dressed in some of the skimpiest outfits Yoongi’s witnessed away from a beach setting, and Taehyung and Yoongi make sure to give them some space. 

Somehow Yoongi ends up behind Taehyung in the process, fingers now running across the hard plane of Taehyung’s stomach over his t shirt. He mouths at the crook of his neck as they dance pressed close together. Yoongi's eyes fall shut for a few moments, getting lost in the thumping of the music and the taste of Taehyung beneath his lips.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung says eventually, tipping his head back against Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Yeah baby?” he replies, the name slipping out from the alcohol loosening his lips. He kind of likes it though, and the small whine that comes from Taehyung indicates that he might just like it too.

“Take me home?”

Yoongi’s fingers tighten in the fabric of Taehyung's shirt, letting out a low exhale of breath against Taehyung’s neck. He nods, slow but deliberate.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to Taehyung’s neck. “Fuck, yeah, okay.”

He pulls away from Taehyung, Taehyung immediately taking hold of his hand. He beckons Jimin over with his free hand, the other man scurrying over. He crosses his arms over his chest, pretending to look stern.

“Let me guess – you guys are leaving,” he smirks.

“Uh, kind of,” Taehyung smiles sheepishly. “I’m gonna stay at Yoongi’s tonight.”

“Honestly, you invite us all out here, and then you leave us." Jimin rolls his eyes, but he gives Taehyung an unwaveringly fond look all the same. He breaks into a soft smile. “Well, have fun. Be safe, all of that.”

“Oh god,” Taehyung says, embarrassed. 

Jimin turns to look at Yoongi, chewing on his lip and offering a small but sincere smile. “Hopefully I’ll see you soon Yoongi.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Yoongi replies, returning the smile. 

Jimin gives them one last look, Taehyung receiving a small squeeze of his arm, before Jimin heads back over to Jeongguk and the two girls. Yoongi’s not told Jeongguk what’s happening but it’s clear that he’s guessed. He gives Yoongi an obvious wink, and Yoongi doesn’t hang around to see the lewd gesture he's about to make. 

There’s a slight chill in the air when they come out of the building, and Yoongi wraps a warming arm around Taehyung while opening up the taxi app on his phone. The oppressive humidity of a month or two ago is starting to fade and Yoongi is more than glad of it. They sit down on a low wall to wait. Taehyung leans in, head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder as he nudges Yoongi’s neck with the tip of his nose.

"Okay, our car will be here in a few minutes," Yoongi says before locking his phone.

He twists his head to look down at Taehyung, who smiles affectionately back at him. Yoongi's stomach dips, suddenly full of anticipation, a small amount of nerves and a large amount of fondness. He leans down, pressing his lips to the younger's, enjoying the soft sigh that flutters against him in response. 

"So, did you enjoy your first ever rave?" Yoongi smiles as they pull apart just enough to allow them to speak. Taehyung grins, nodding slightly.

"I did," he replies, grin melting into something much closer to a smirk. It makes Yoongi's stomach dip dangerously again, that ever-present feeling of falling that he seems to get so often around Taehyung. "I think I'm gonna enjoy the after party even more though."

Yoongi bites down on his lower lip and Taehyung keeps smirking, eyes locked on each other, and it's only the loud beep of the car horn that eventually alerts the two of them to the fact that their taxi has arrived.


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Yoongi fumbles with the keys, taking at least two attempts before he manages to open his door. In his defence, he's got Taehyung draped over his back, lips working at a spot on his neck, and it's proving rather distracting. They spent the entire taxi ride back here making out, kisses full of promise and anticipation, and now that they're so close to being alone it's making Yoongi giddy with desire.

They stumble inside, Yoongi chucking his keys on the small table before Taehyung's mouth is on his, hot and insistent. Yoongi's hands lift to cup Taehyung's jaw and Taehyung's fingers curl around Yoongi's waist, tugging the elder tight against him. He starts walking backwards, bringing Yoongi with him through the door to the lounge. Yoongi pulls away to switch on a light, lips immediately latching onto Taehyung's neck. 

"This isn't your bedroom," Taehyung mumbles, looking around. 

Yoongi chuckles against him, moving away to lead him into the right room but Taehyung just tightens his grip, instead guiding Yoongi towards the couch instead. They both topple onto it, Yoongi ending up on top of Taehyung. Taehyung's hands run over Yoongi's back, groaning softly into the kiss as Yoongi grinds down into him.

Yoongi slips a hand underneath Taehyung's top, feeling the smooth skin of his side as their tongues roll together wetly, exploring smooth and deep. Taehyung seems to take this as a cue, his own hands untucking Yoongi's t shirt and fingers tracing along the curve of his spine. Yoongi arches into the touch, letting out a soft moan as they kiss.

"Mm, take it off," Yoongi murmurs, wanting to feel more of Taehyung against him.

Taehyung does as asked, pulling up the fabric until Yoongi has to sit up a little to bring his t shirt off fully, letting it crumple to the floor. He stays sat up, straddling Taehyung's hips. He grips the edge of Taehyung's hideous tie dye top, pulling it off too and throwing it to the floor next to his own. 

Yoongi takes a moment to look at Taehyung, taking in the the way the younger smiles up at him, full of desire, but so soft and open too. It makes Yoongi's chest tighten. Taehyung wets his lips lightly, fingertips trailing along Yoongi’s thighs. 

The pace slows somewhat, no longer quite so furious but still heavy with need, with an obvious want for each other. Yoongi reaches out, splaying his hands against the smooth plane of Taehyung’s abdomen. Taehyung is slender, toned, but with a softness around the edges. Yoongi runs his hands further up until they reach the jut of Taehyung’s collarbones, exploring the skin beneath his palms.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Yoongi whispers, swiping his thumbs over Taehyung’s nipples and loving the way that he curves his body up into the touch.

Yoongi’s about to lean down, the need to kiss Taehyung become too insistent, but instead Taehyung sits up, arms circling around Yoongi so that they’re chest to chest. Taehyung’s skin is warm, his body solid against Yoongi’s, and it’s an amazing feeling.

Taehyung leans in, nipping at the dip of Yoongi’s throat before trailing his lips off to the side. He works the sensitive skin just below Yoongi’s jaw, and Yoongi gets the feeling that he’s going to be left with a few marks for the guys to tease him relentlessly about. He’ll worry about that later though, because right now all he can focus on is the feel of Taehyung’s mouth, and the way his hand slips down to press against Yoongi’s crotch.

“Wanna feel you,” he hears Taehyung murmur.

Yoongi takes in a sharp breath at his words, dizzy with the way that Taehyung’s fingers start fumbling with the buttons of his leather pants. He manages to get them undone, inching the material as far down his thighs as he can manage, which isn’t very far at all.

“God, these things are tight,” Taehyung mutters before chuckling lowly.

“They make my ass look good though, right?” Yoongi replies teasingly. 

Taehyung grins, reaching a hand round and squeezing Yoongi’s ass hard, making Yoongi yelp. “Definitely.”

Yoongi grins too, reaching his fingers around the nape of Taehyung’s neck and leaning in for a kiss. Taehyung’s lips are soft and Yoongi feels like he can never get tired of feeling them against his own. His mind instantly goes to how they would feel elsewhere and he tries to shake the image off. He’s already worked up enough as it is.

He slips his tongue past Taehyung’s parted lips, enjoying the contented noise that leaves Taehyung as he does so. He flicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, hand sliding up into Taehyung’s hair before tilting his head and deepening the kiss. It’s slow and deep and wonderful, and Yoongi can’t quite believe how lucky he’s got to have someone like Taehyung in his life.

Taehyung eventually pulls away, forehead resting against Yoongi’s. He’s panting lightly, and so is Yoongi, something not helped when Yoongi feels the brush of Taehyung’s fingertips over his underwear. His breath hitches as Taehyung traces the outline of his cock through the fabric. He’s embarrassingly hard already, wet spot already forming on the light material.

He glances up at Taehyung, foreheads still pressed together. Taehyung’s looking down, following the path of his fingers with such concentration that Yoongi would almost find it cute, if it wasn’t for how much he’s focused on how Taehyung’s fingers might feel without the barrier of his underwear.

Luckily Taehyung seems to be having similar thoughts. He breathes out shakily as he slips his fingers either side of Yoongi’s waistband, slowly inching down the material. Taehyung lets out a soft whimper as Yoongi’s cock is freed, the sound doing nothing to quell the ache that Yoongi feels in his lower body right now.

“Shit, Yoongi,” Taehyung whispers.

He’s still looking down almost reverently, biting down on his lower lip. Yoongi can’t deny he enjoys the little ego boost. It may be unwarranted – Yoongi knows he’s pretty average, although maybe a little thicker than some – but he revels in the praise anyway, enjoying the way that Taehyung looks at his cock like he’s never wanted something more.

“Touch me,” Yoongi breathes out.  "Please."

Taehyung does just that, wrapping his long fingers around Yoongi and fuck, it’s heavenly. Yoongi lets out a low groan, his head tipping back and jaw going slack. He can feel Taehyung’s breath hot against his throat as he trails wet, open mouthed kisses along it’s curve.

“Yes,” he pants, “Fuck, Tae.”

Taehyung’s mouth finds his own once again, the kiss becoming a little sloppier but still amazing. It’s good, so fucking good, to finally have Taehyung touch him like this. It’s been on his mind a lot lately-  how this might be, how this might feel - and it’s even better than he imagined. Taehyung’s hand is large, gripping firmly as he strokes along Yoongi’s length.

He seems to skip any teasing, hand moving eager and fast on Yoongi, and the elder can’t say that he minds in the slightest. Maybe some other time they can take it slow, but right now they’re both a little overcome with the need for each other. Yoongi keeps trying to reach down for the zipper of Taehyung’s jeans but Taehyung continually bats his hand away.

Taehyung’s hand moves quick, a little rough but not too much. He stops every so often, thumb smearing through the precome and coating Yoongi’s cock to allow for his hand to glide slickly along the elder’s length. Yoongi can feel that familiar heaviness starting to gather in the pit of his stomach and his hips start rocking into Taehyung’s fist, meeting his strokes.

Yoongi mouths along Taehyung’s neck, gripping onto his shoulder as he pants harshly, getting closer and closer. Shit, it’s really way too soon, but Yoongi’s waited a long time for this and it’s all becoming a bit too much. 

“Yes, baby, fuck, just like that, like that,” Yoongi mumbles, burying his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck when it all builds to a point that he can’t focus on anything but the feel of his hand on him.

“God, Yoongi, wanna feel you come,” Taehyung sighs.

That’s all it takes for Yoongi to snap, gasping loudly as he comes, a wave of immense pleasure soaring through him. It's good, fuck, it's so good. Yoongi can hear Taehyung's heavy breathing, taste the bitter tang of his sweat beneath his lips, and it does nothing to lessen the wonderful feeling of contentment now filling him. Taehyung keeps stroking him until Yoongi has to still his movements with a firm hand around his wrist, far too sensitive for any more.

Eventually Yoongi pulls away, forehead sticking slightly to Taehyung’s neck with the thin sheen of sweat covering them both. He looks at the younger, blinking, dazed, a few times. Taehyung smiles at him, pleased and happy and fond, and it makes something twist in Yoongi’s chest.

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, being on the receiving end of such an affectionate look from Taehyung becoming almost too much. He gets up, standing on shaky legs and hitching up his underwear and pants, not bothering to zip them up.

“I’m just gonna find a towel.”

When he comes back into the lounge Taehyung has shifted, now resting so that his back is against the back of the couch and his feet are planted on the floor. He’s sitting very still and careful in an almost comical way, given that there are drops of come covering his stomach that he's trying not to disturb. Yoongi swallows thickly at the sight, taking a moment just to stare before Taehyung clears his throat with a bashful grin and brings him back into the present.

Yoongi stumbles over, tenderly cleaning him up before tossing the towel to the floor. Taehyung’s arms encircle his waist, pulling Yoongi down to straddle his lap. They kiss, softer than before but still with an underlying urgency, and Yoongi is very much aware that Taehyung is still hard and hasn’t been touched yet.

“Okay, I know this is really unsexy,” Yoongi murmurs against his lips. “But are you clean?”


Yoongi pulls back, Taehyung blinking at him. His gaze is clouded, still clearly in the thick fog of arousal, and Yoongi feels a small stab of pride at managing to get Taehyung in that state. He smiles, dipping his head and nipping at Taehyung’s lower lip.

“Like, have you been tested lately?”

Taehyung blinks again, fresh understanding now bringing a little focus to his eyes, and he nods. 

“Yeah, a few months ago,” he says, before clarifying with an, “all good. And I’ve not been with anyone else since.”

“Okay, good,” Yoongi grins, not giving Taehyung a chance to realise what’s happening before he slips off of Taehyung’s lap, dropping to kneel on the floor in front of him. “Same.”

Taehyung just nods dumbly, eyes widening as Yoongi reaches forward to swiftly tug down the zipper of Taehyung’s jeans. He pulls them down gradually over his thighs, the tight material not allowing for fast movement. He finally gets them over his calves and off his ankles before casting them aside.

“And you had the nerve to tell me that my pants were tight,” Yoongi says after inching the denim down. 

Taehyung laughs at this, a little breathlessly, and runs a hand through his hair. He’s still wearing that bandana and huh, really not a look Yoongi ever thought he would have enjoyed, but shit, he kind of loves it.

“Whatever. I saw you checking out my ass in them.”

Taehyung grins mischievously and Yoongi can’t help but grin back. He runs his hands slowly up Taehyung’s thighs, fingers slipping just slightly beneath the legs of his underwear. 

“No comment.”

Taehyung laughs again, the sound getting caught on a soft gasp as Yoongi moves up one hand to rub smoothly over his cock through the material of his underwear. The fabric is red like Taehyung’s hair and Yoongi has a weird feeling that Taehyung’s matched them on purpose, but he doesn’t ask. He becomes far too distracted by pressing more firmly against Taehyung’s crotch, drawing another breathy sound out of him.

Yoongi kneels up, dipping down so that his face hovers just above Taehyung’s underwear. His breath fans over the material hotly, making Taehyung’s thighs quiver restlessly. There’s a damp patch growing darker that Yoongi leans in and presses his lips to, feeling the outline of Taehyung’s cock beneath them. A low whine escapes Taehyung, legs shifting again.

He slowly mouths his way down the hardening length, greatly enjoying the way that Taehyung’s breathing descends into heavy panting. Yoongi’s fingertips tease the hem of his underwear, sneaking just beneath the edges.

“Yoongi,” he whimpers.

Yoongi notices that his hands are pressed firmly into the couch, knuckles almost going white, and Yoongi decides to take pity on him. He pulls his mouth away, letting his fingers drip beneath the waistband of Taehyung’s underwear and carefully lowering it down.

Taehyung’s cock bobs free, curving towards his stomach, and Yoongi wets his lips. He’s not exactly one to wax lyrical about someone’s dick but much like the rest of him, Taehyung’s is long and slender and pretty much perfect. Taehyung’s ridiculously hard, drops of precome leaving a glistening trail along the underside, and the sight sends a twinge through Yoongi’s lower body, despite having just come.

“Okay, it’s my penis, not a work of art,” Taehyung grins, flustered. “Stop staring.”

“No artist could paint something this good,” Yoongi replies playfully, smirking with his over the top words.

“Oh my god,’ Taehyung half groans, half laughs, covering his face in embarrassment. 

“Van Gogh’s stuff pales in comparison,” he continues, hoping to god that he has remembered Taehyung’s favourite painter correctly.

“Please stop,” Taehyung says through the gaps in his fingers, letting out another chuckle.

“Shit, are my smooth lines not working?” 

He shoots the younger an exaggerated wink and it makes Taehyung laugh louder. God, Yoongi’s not sure he’ll ever tire of that sound.

“You’re weird. I like it,” Taehyung grins. There’s a long pause and Taehyung bites down on his lower lip. “I like you.”

His words are simple but they hold something deeper, and it brings a flush to Yoongi’s cheeks. He holds Taehyung’s gaze, feeling the fondness in it, and he presses his lips together to hold back the smile creeping onto them. He clears his throat.

“Well, that’s a relief,” he replies quietly. “I kind of like you too.”

They keep looking at each other for a little longer. There’s a wide smile on Taehyung’s face and his eyes sparkle happily, and shit, Yoongi’s really not sure what sort of good deeds he’s done in a past life for this to be his reality. Taehyung wets his lips, the air starting to become a bit too heavy with emotion.

“Feel free to continue where you left off whenever you’re ready,” Taehyung says, breaking the moment, and it’s so blunt that it makes a burst of laughter slip from Yoongi. Taehyung grins too.

Yoongi does as requested. He feels a little bad for Taehyung; he’s clearly hugely worked up still. And honestly, Yoongi is just as keen to feel the younger beneath his tongue as Taehyung seems keen to have it on him. He leans in, lapping up the beads of precome gathered at the tip. Taehyung takes a short, sharp breath in, his thighs tensing.

Yoongi moves his tongue carefully, circling it softly around. He leans up a little as though about take him into his mouth but then pulls back, tongue running smoothly down Taehyung’s length instead. He hears Taehyung huff, a bit excited and a bit frustrated, and the corners of Yoongi’s mouth twitch into a smirk. He looks up at Taehyung, who’s watching him with an intensity that Yoongi’s not used to seeing in the younger.

He pulls back further, fingers wrapping loosely around the top of Taehyung’s length as he mouths at the base. Taehyung’s breathing gets sharper, louder, and Yoongi lets the pleasured sounds settle in his chest, spurring him on. He removes his hand, kneeling up and replacing his fingers with his mouth.

A loud whimper spills from Taehyung’s lips as Yoongi finally sinks his mouth down onto him. Despite the initial teasing, Yoongi now takes him in as far as he can straight away, Taehyung’s hips jolting at the sensation. Yoongi lifts one hand to press against his hips, stilling any movements as he drags his lips slowly back up Taehyung. 

“Yoongi, god,” Taehyung groans, legs falling open a little wider as Yoongi slides his lips back down once more. 

Yoongi sets up a rhythm, the pace slow but deliberate. He makes sure to flatten his tongue against the underside at the right moments, making his mouth a little tighter when it’s needed. Taehyung pants heavily, low and quiet noises escaping him as he grips the couch cushions.

Yoongi’s not one to brag but he feels fairly confident doing this. All of the eager texting and nervous butterflies and feeling like he’s stepped off a cliff that he gets around Taehyung; that’s all new and slightly bewildering to Yoongi. But this- the familiarity, the knowledge that he knows how to please his partner - it all makes Yoongi feel a little more like he’s in control again. Sex is something he understands. It’s straightforward and doesn’t make Yoongi feel quite so jumbled up inside.

“You’ve no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do this,” Yoongi tells him, pulling back to speak. 

His hand takes over momentarily. He presses his lips to Taehyung’s inner thigh, tracing delicate kisses against the smooth, sensitive skin. His words pull a deep noise of approval from Taehyung and it makes something stir in Yoongi’s chest. His comment is genuine; he’s been itching to take things further with Taehyung lately, to get to know him on this more intimate level.

“Really?” Taehyung asks.

His voice is scratchy but his happiness at the statement comes through still. Yoongi looks up and Taehyung grins down at him, mischievous and pleased and a touch fucked out already. It makes Yoongi a little bolder again, leaning in and purposefully licking a long stripe along Taehyung’s cock. A barely held back whimper falls from Taehyung’s lips and his eyes fall closed, head tipping back slightly.

“Really,” Yoongi confirms, letting his mouth drag over the head. “Wanted to know what you feel like. What you taste like.” Yoongi takes him back into his mouth again, sucking gently on only the head.

“Pineapple,” Taehyung murmurs. Taehyung’s eyes are still closed, mouth parted blissfully, and Yoongi’s so entranced that it takes him a few moments to register the odd statement.

“What?” he asks, pulling away enough to speak. It makes a grunt of disapproval sound from Taehyung.

“Apparently if you eat a lot of pineapple it makes it taste sweeter or something,” Taehyung tells him, eyes fluttering open and he almost pouts from the fact that Yoongi’s mouth is no longer on him.

“Do you eat a lot of pineapple?” 

“I had some in a fruit salad the other day,” he explains, and Yoongi’s really not sure how they’ve started having this discussion mid-blowjob. It makes something twist in his chest though, something fond and warm, and suddenly it seems like sex might not be free of all those jumbled up feelings after all.

“I wouldn’t describe it as sweet exactly,” Yoongi says. “But you still taste good.”

He crooks his mouth into a slight grin, and Taehyung wets his lips, eyes sparkling. Yoongi leans back in, wrapping his lips around Taehyung and sinking back down on him easily. Taehyung lets out a drawn out moan at the action, thigh muscles tensing. He sets up a steady pace, taking Taehyung in a little deeper each time, making sure to swipe his tongue over the tip every time he pulls back enough.

“I’ve just remembered, it was mango anyway,” Taehyung pants out, a soft tremble to his voice that sounds wonderful to Yoongi’s ears, despite the strange topic of conversation.

Yoongi sees that Taehyung’s hands still grip tightly onto the fabric of his couch. He reaches out, taking hold of one of Taehyung’s hands. He guides it to his hair, encouraging Taehyung to curl his fingers into the dark strands. 

“Shit,” Taehyung whispers, sounding a bit awestruck.

Yoongi opens his eyes, looking up and catching Taehyung’s gaze. Taehyung’s leant back against the couch cushions, head tilted back against it, but his eyes are focused purely on Yoongi kneeling in front of him. Yoongi holds his gaze for a few more seconds before picking up the pace slightly, working Taehyung’s length with new fervour.

“God, Yoongi, feels so good,” Taehyung breathes out, words getting caught on another low moan as Yoongi’s hand wraps around him too, stroking the small amount that he can’t reach with his mouth.

Taehyung’s legs start to shift restlessly, his stomach muscles jumping slightly, and Yoongi gets the feeling that he’s close. Yoongi loves it; knowing that he’s got Taehyung to this point, that the breathy sounds and clutching fingers and twitching muscles are all because of him. Because Yoongi’s making him feel good. It’s an amazing feeling. 

“Yoongi, fuck,” Taehyung groans, his breathing getting faster as Yoongi’s mouth moves quicker and more deliberate on him.”I think- fuck, if you keep-“

Yoongi gets what Taehyung’s trying to tell him with his broken sentences but takes no notice, eager to bring Taehyung over the edge. Taehyung seems to realise that Yoongi doesn’t mind- is eager, almost - to feel him come in his mouth, and another deep moan falls from him.

Yoongi keeps working him with his mouth, and he can feel how much Taehyung’s enjoying it. Taehyung’s saying something, the words murmured, and it takes a few seconds for Yoongi to register that he’s speaking in Korean. It’s said too quickly and in a far too thick a Daegu accent for Yoongi to pick up, but Yoongi doesn’t have much time to think about it. Taehyung’s fingers tighten in his hair, hips raising off the couch despite Yoongi’s hand pressing them down, and then Taehyung’s coming with a gasp of Yoongi’s name.

Yoongi keeps going but eases off the pressure, lips staying wrapped around Taehyung until the younger is shivering from oversensitivity, and then Yoongi finally moves away. His jaw aches a little but it’s more than worth it as he takes in the way that Taehyung’s near enough melted into the couch, limbs turned boneless and a soft, easy smile on his face.

“Wow,” Taehyung says dazedly, and it makes Yoongi grin.

Yoongi stands up, rubbing at his knees lightly before sitting on the couch next to Taehyung. Taehyung lolls his head to the side, grinning lazily back at him. Yoongi feels that flutter deep in his chest again, a surge of affection coursing through him. He’s really not sure how he’s got quite so lucky. He leans in, capturing Taehyung's mouth in a kiss that seems far too sweet and innocent after what’s just occurred.

“The rave was really fun,” Taehyung murmurs against his lips. “But I much prefer the after party.”

Yoongi smiles against him, pressing their lips together once more. It deepens but only a little, tongues meeting briefly before Taehyung pulls away enough to talk.

“Is it still okay for me to stay over?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi tells him. 

He’d be rather disappointed if Taehyung decided that he didn’t want to stay, to be perfectly honest. The thought of falling asleep with Taehyung tonight just feels- well, really nice.

"Awesome," Taehyung smiles, tilting his head so that their lips meet again. 

They kiss for a long time, losing track of the minutes that pass as they slowly, thoroughly explore the heat of each other's mouths. Yoongi feels like he could do this all night. That is, until Taehyung eventually speaks again, voice a little sleepier this time.

"Is it okay if we go to bed? I clearly can't handle a rave and a blowjob in one night."

"I thought I was meant to be the old one here," Yoongi chides, although, actually, he is starting to feel kind of drowsy too.

"Okay fine, maybe I just want to cuddle with my boyfriend in bed," Taehyung grins. 

And, really, how can Yoongi refuse?


When Yoongi wakes up it's to a heavy weight on his chest and a pounding headache. It takes him a few moments to remember everything that happened last night,  Meeting Taehyung's friends and the party and, of course, Taehyung coming home with him. Yoongi glances down to find Taehyung sprawled over him, face buried against his collarbone. Yoongi moves his hand to rest in Taehyung's hair, watching the way that the red strands trail through his fingers.

Yoongi feels his mouth curve into a small smile, remembering not just the amazing sexual stuff but also falling into bed at the end of the night, getting lost in more long and lazy kisses despite their tiredness. He looks down again, not wishing to be the kind of creepy guy who watches people sleep. Yet at the same time, he can't quite draw his eyes away from how- well, beautiful Taehyung looks right now. Yoongi's fingers stroke idly through his hair, and deep sense of contentment seeps into Yoongi. He could spend all morning like this and he'd be happy.

Except for the headache he's currently experiencing, a sharp pain throbbing in his temples. He really needs some painkillers. Yoongi's reluctant to move but necessity wins out. He tries to shift as carefully as possible but apparently it's not careful enough. A low murmur of protest sounds from Taehyung, who instantly clings onto the elder to keep him in place.

"Don't move. Comfy."

"I'll be back in a few seconds," Yoongi promises.

Taehyung groans and flops onto his back, forearm slung over his eyes. Yoongi pads in the direction of the bathroom, shivering just a little in the chill of the morning wearing just his underwear. He fishes out some painkillers from bathroom cabinet and then pours himself a glass of water in the kitchen. Taehyung doesn't seem to have moved a millimetre by the time he's walking back into his bedroom.

"I'm dying," Taehyung informs him.

"Tylenol?" Yoongi offers, taking some himself and downing with a gulp of water. 

Taehyung just grunts and Yoongi places the glass and tablets on the bedside cabinet, unsure if that means yes or no. He gets back under the covers and Taehyung immediately rolls over, curling into Yoongi's side. Yoongi tries not to smile to widely at the action. He runs his hand soothingly through Taehyung's hair again, enjoying the pleased noise it draws from the younger. 

"Alcohol is evil," Taehyung declares, nestling in closer. 

His skin feels warm and soft next to Yoongi's, and Yoongi hadn't quite realised how much he'd been missing sharing this closeness with someone. It makes something twist horribly in his gut though. Part of the reason he was so against dating again was the inevitable break up; it's only been two months, but the thought of Taehyung no longer being part of his life already seems unthinkable. Yoongi pushes those thoughts away as best he can, instead focusing on the fact that Taehyung is here right now. 

Taehyung says no more and Yoongi picks up his phone with his free hand, keeping the other moving gently through Taehyung's hair. He sees a large number of notifications against the #SQUAD chat and opens it reluctantly. He'd text Hoseok and Namjoon separately last night to let them know that he'd headed home already with Taehyung but apparently he wasn't the only one pulling something of a disappearing act last night.


Joon, I can't find you and Jin

I'm gonna get a taxi home

because I have company

sexy company

Yoongi checks the time of the message. Sent 3:14am. He wonders if it was the girl that Yoongi saw him talking to before they left last night. The next message doesn't come through until 3:30.



have you seen Guk?

me and Jin are about to leave but can't find him or Jimin anywhere

Guk- are you still here???

There's a gap in the times, the next message coming through about ten minutes later.


OK Guk we're gonna leave

if you get stuck or anything text me 

The next messages aren't sent until earlier this morning, the time showing as 9:30am.




are all these


did everyone get laid or something last night?

have I woken up in a parallel universe?


let's just say there was one very satisfied lady last night ;)


guessing she didn't go home with you then


don't be jealous, young one

did Jimin not put out? :D



I am not into dudes

and neither is he

we're just friends

or like



that's weird

given I'm pretty sure you're in Jimin's bedroom right now





how do you even know that???


can you keep it down next time?

some of us were trying to sleep


hang on


Joon did you stay over at Jin's?!

and Guk wtf????




but we just talked


and I should probably clarify

the noise I am referring to was Guk attempting an impromptu kareoke session at 4am

before spending roughly 30 mins loudly vomiting

"Why's your phone so bright?" Taehyung mumbles, nestling further into Yoongi's side. 

Yoongi locks the screen, placing it back down. He can catch up with all the dramatics of his friends later on. He's fairly certain he's going to be hounded for gossip too given that he left so early with Taehyung. He keeps one hand in Taehyung's hair and slides the other around him, his heart thumping at the way Taehyung curls into him even more.

"Sorry," Yoongi replies. "Turns out two of my friends ended up staying with your two friends."

It seems to take a few moments for Taehyung to process the words and lift his head up, blinking dazedly at Yoongi. His hair is in disarray and his lips are chapped but he still looks unfairly gorgeous. His eyes narrow as he looks at Yoongi.


"From what I can tell Guk stayed with Jimin and Joon stayed with Jin," Yoongi explains.

Taehyung blinks up at Yoongi once more before slowly reaching out for his own phone, placed on the other bedside unit. He opens it up, wincing at the brightness of the screen. He props himself drowsily up on one elbow and opens up the messages, giving a short huff of laughter at what he sees. He reads out brief updates from what Yoongi assumes are messages Jimin must have sent throughout the early hours of the morning.

"...Guk spilt a drink over one of the girls...Guk got too drunk to get served anymore.. Jimin wanted to keep an eye on him...then something Jimin is referring to as VOMIT APOCALYPSE, capitalised," Taehyung reads from his screen, voice slurred a little from tiredness still.

"Sorry for bringing him into your lives," Yoongi sighs, shaking his head slightly.

"Oh hey, I got a message from Jin too at like 4:15," Taehyung continues. His face scrunches up slightly, confused, as he reads the text out loud, speaking slowly and tonelessly. "Have you ever thought about how money is just a piece of paper or a bit of metal. Like, it actually has no value at all other than the value that we have chosen to place upon it, and by doing so we created something that now controls our society?"

Taehyung looks up blankly at Yoongi, who's struggling to stifle his laughter. Taehyung looks down at his phone, then back up at Yoongi again, expression still blank. Taehyung parts his lips, completely bewildered.

"Okay, just- what," he says, brow furrowing. "Did Namjoon get him high or something?"

"No, he probably just made Jin endure his philosophical musings on life and the universe," Yoongi grins lazily. "I'm glad someone new gets to suffer through it." Although, he notes to himself, it doesn't really seem like Jin feels that it's something to suffer through. 

"Oh," Taehyung says, blinking hard again before a soft, sleepy smile spreads over his lips. "You didn't have any philosophical musings you wanted to share with me last night?"

"My mouth was kind of busy, sorry," Yoongi teases, liking the way that his words make Taehyung bite down on his lower lip and eyes shimmer a little even through their sleepy haze. 

Taehyung makes a low noise of approval at this, leaning in and brushing his lips against Yoongi's. The kiss is slow and languid and perfect, that familiar flutter returning to Yoongi's chest. He slides one hand around the nape of Taehyung's neck as their lips part, tongues curling softly around each other as it deepens just enough.  

"Are you still dying?" Yoongi murmurs against him. "'cause I happen to know an excellent hangover cure. But if you're already feeling better..."

He feels the way that Taehyung smiles before kissing Yoongi a little harder.

"I feel awful," Taehyung assures him, the playfulness of his tone belying his words. Taehyung shifts a little closer. "Please help."

Yoongi grins, pushing lightly on Taehyung's chest with one hand so that he's laying down, whilst the other hand drops lower, slipping beneath the covers. Yoongi ducks his head, lips trailing across Taehyung's collarbone, more than happy to spend the rest of the morning making Taehyung forget entirely about his hangover.


It's almost 4pm by the time that Taehyung's eventually leaving Yoongi's place. He looks somewhat in disarray still, but Yoongi feels entirely proud of the fact that it's because he's made Taehyung come not once but twice during the last few hours, and not because he's still hungover from the night before. He's in one of Yoongi's oversized sweaters for the journey home, and fuck if it doesn't make something knot wonderfully in Yoongi's chest.

"Can I see you next week sometime?" Taehyung asks as he's standing in the doorway, arms looped around Yoongi's shoulders.

"Sure, text me," Yoongi says, a little pointlessly. They text so much anyway, it's not exactly like Taehyung needs prompting.

"Cool," Taehyung grins, leaning in for one more kiss. "Thanks again for last night and today and- yeah."

He keeps grinning and looks a little flustered. It makes Yoongi lean in for just one more final kiss before lightly shoving the younger out into the corridor. 

"Right. Go, or you'll be late for your movie tonight," Yoongi tells him.

"Fine," Taehyung huffs playfully. "See you soon."

He makes weird finger guns at Yoongi before eventually wandering off down the hallway. Yoongi feels all kinds of giddy, like some sort of fucking teenage schoolgirl, and he just knows that he's in for all kinds of ribbing about last night from the guys. Maybe he deserves it; he feels like he is well and truly falling for Taehyung, and he's sure it must be obvious to the others.

Yoongi wanders into his bedroom to get his phone, stomach clenching nicely at the rumpled covers. His mind flashes back to both the handjob and blowjob he gave to Taehyung over the hours they spent in bed today, and of course to when Taehyung had so happily returned the favour, working Yoongi's cock wet and hot and lazy until the elder was trembling and clutching at his shoulder. 

Yoongi shakes his head as though to clear it before picking up his phone to see the huge number of notifications. He just reads the last few before finally typing out a reply.



are you ok?

we haven't heard from you for ages


yeah did Taehyung give you a heart attack?

I know you old guys can't handle a lot of excitement

did you see his dick and pass out?


I'm fine




details pls


no way


you may as well tell us

we'll just come over and harrass you otherwise




too late 

we're already on our way

Yoongi sighs, but a small smile is on his face regardless. 



bring pizza


Chapter Text


“So, what do you think? Left one or right?”

A phone gets shoved back in Yoongi’s face with a picture of two dresses, and he peers down at it blankly before shrugging.

“I don’t know. The black one.”

His comment receives a scoff and a roll of the eyes from his excitable work colleague. 

“They’re both black, Yoongi,” she chuckles. “Some help you are.”

“To be honest, unless it’s jeans and a shirt, I’m pretty clueless about fashion,” Yoongi informs her, and frankly not for the first time.

He’s not quite sure what Ashley’s expecting. Perhaps for him to have some great insight into women’s fashion, or maybe for him to declare that everything is fabulous. She just rolls her eyes yet again and lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, you,” she smiles, as though Yoongi is a source of constant mirth to her.

Yoongi makes a point of putting on his jacket and glancing in the direction of the office exit. It’s Friday night, and being slowed down to discuss opinions on dresses is the last thing he wants right now. 

“Yeah, me,” he mutters, making a show of placing his phone in his jacket pocket and stepping towards the door. His path gets blocked.

“Sorry, I’m just super excited about my date,” she flusters. “You do think he’s handsome, right?”

The phone gets held up to his face again, showing Yoongi a photo of a buff looking guy on the beach that he’s seen far too many times today already. He catches the eye of Mark from Accounts, who looks pained on Yoongi’s behalf. Yoongi sighs.

“Yes. Dreamy. I can barely restrain myself,” he replies dryly. “Sorry, but I really have to go.”

“I’ll walk out with you,” Ashley decides. Yoongi groans inwardly. 

It’s sunny once they step outside but there’s the unmistakable chill of fall in the air. Yoongi shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket, hoping to some higher power that Ashley doesn’t live in the same direction as him. He’s snapped out of his thoughts, however, by a familiar voice calling his name.


His head whips round to see Taehyung leaning against a wall outside his building, his bright red hair seeming somewhat at odds with the formal business suit he’s wearing. How on earth Taehyung managed to convince his company to allow him to rock a look very much at odds with their business dress policy Yoongi has no idea; Taehyung just seems to have a way of getting people on his side.

Yoongi can’t help but smile as he sees him, and Taehyung smiles right back. He pushes himself off the wall and heads towards them, and if Ashley could just disappear right about now that would be great. He kind of wants to pull Taehyung into a corner and kiss him until he’s breathless.

“Who is this, Yoongi?” Ashley asks delightedly as Taehyung approaches them. 

Yoongi sighs softly. This is going to do nothing to quell Ashley’s enthusiasm. Taehyung steps to stand next to Yoongi, smiling at both of them. Yoongi notices that Taehyung doesn’t give him the usual kiss in greeting, probably wary of how open Yoongi may or may not want to be around his colleagues. Yoongi rests his hand on Taehyung’s lower back instead.

“This is my boyfriend, Taehyung,” he introduces. “Tae, this is Ashley.”

“I’m sure Yoongi’s told you all about me,” she grins.

“He might have mentioned you a few times,” Taehyung smiles sweetly, though Yoongi can see the glint in his eyes. He clearly remembers the times that Yoongi’s complained about her somewhat overbearing nature and eternal quest for a gay best friend.

“How come you’re here?” Yoongi asks, curious but pleased. “I thought we were meeting at mine?”

Taehyung shrugs. “I was at a meeting nearby so thought I’d meet you from work instead. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Yoongi assures him. He smiles softly before catching himself, as he gets the feeling that Ashley may actually start cooing at them.

“Right well, we really should get going,” Yoongi tells her before she manages to start talking again. “Things to do, places to be.”

“Sure,” she beams, before her smile gets impossibly brighter. “What are your plans tonight? If you want to go dancing I know this great cocktail bar that-“

“Actually our night will mainly be consisting of beer and college football,” Yoongi informs her. “But thanks.”

“Oh,” she says, looking thoroughly disappointed.

“De-fense,” Taehyung chants softly, pumping his fist in the air.

“Right, well- have fun,” she tells them, brow slightly furrowed but a smile still on her face.

“Hope your date goes well,” Yoongi says before quickly turning and leaving. 

He does sort of mean it. He feels like her heart is in the right place, even if very much misguided. He wouldn’t mind being more friendly if he didn’t feel like some sort of quirky oddity around her. A boyfriend might distract her from constantly trying to befriend Yoongi at least.

“So you’re all about the defense, huh?” Yoongi grins once they’re out of earshot, arm snaking further around Taehyung’s waist as the younger leans in to kiss him chastely on the cheek.

“I have no idea,” Taehyung chuckles as they start walking. “That’s what you’re meant to be teaching me tonight.”

“Ah, it’ll probably be Guk doing most of the teaching,” Yoongi tells him. “I don’t mind football, but I’m more into basketball.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I played on my high school team for a while actually.”

“Hang on, you played basketball?” Taehyung checks. “But you’re- you know-“

He holds a hand out, palm facing down and hovering a couple of feet above the sidewalk.

“I’m not that short, you little shit,” Yoongi huffs, pinching Taehyung’s side and pulling a low yelp from the other. 

“Hey, I'm not the little one,” Taehyung laughs, and Yoongi grumbles under his breath.

They reach the bus stop after a short walk, Taehyung filling Yoongi in about his day en route. He puts a positive spin on as much as he can, but it’s clear that he finds his work dull. Yoongi doesn’t really understand half of what he talks about, all kinds of phrases like derivatives and equities floating around, but it’s clear that Taehyung lacks passion for it too.

“You ever think about looking into teaching?” Yoongi asks him, remembering Taehyung’s comments on an earlier date about what he’d really like to do as a career.

“Yeah, kind of,” Taehyung sighs. “But my company sponsors my work permit and it pays well and-“ He shrugs. “Maybe I’ll look into it one day.”

Yoongi nods and doesn’t ask any more. The bus pulls up, annoyingly full, and they end up having to stand for most of the journey back. Taehyung makes a point of standing on his tiptoes and trying to rest his chin on the top of Yoongi’s head.

“Yeah, not short at all.”

He gets another pinch to the ribs for that.

By the time they’ve reached Yoongi’s apartment, the sound of chatter and music playing drifts through the door. Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes; he really should start charging these guys rent or something. He’s about to unlock the door when he feels Taehyung gripping his waist to turn him around.

Yoongi only has a moment before Taehyung’s lips are on his. The kiss is unexpectedly hot and eager, Yoongi getting pressed up against the door as Taehyung’s tongue slips past his lips. He slides one hand up to tangle in Taehyung’s hair, the kiss deepening further. It’s really not what he needs just before having to sit in a room with a bunch of other people, but it doesn’t stop Yoongi from kissing back with fervour.

“Can I stay over tonight?” Taehyung asks.

He always checks, and Yoongi wonders how he can ever imagine the elder refusing. Taehyung’s stayed over a few times during these last two weeks and each time has been an amazing night of heated kisses and touches, of wandering hands and exploring mouths. And the fact that they always fall asleep tangled together, well- that’s just as wonderful to Yoongi, really.

“Of course,” Yoongi tells him yet again, drawing him back into the kiss, wet and messy, before Taehyung speaks again.

“Good,” he murmurs against Yoongi’s lips. “‘cause I kind of can’t stop thinking about what you’d feel like inside me.”

“Jesus, Tae,” Yoongi breathes out with a light groan, Taehyung’s words causing a surge of excitement to rush through him.

Up until now their nights together haven’t progressed past handjobs and blowjobs, and Yoongi’s definitely been more than satisfied with that. It’s been on his mind though, what it might be like to take things further, yet he’s not wanted to push Taehyung towards something he may not be comfortable with. To have Taehyung now putting it on the table, it’s making Yoongi’s mind feel like it’s melted.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good or bad reaction,” Taehyung smiles, a hint of nervousness in it.

“Good,” Yoongi assures him, leaning in for another kiss. “Definitely good.”

He can feel Taehyung smiling into the kiss, tugging Yoongi closer by the waist as it deepens once again. Yoongi really has no idea how he’s meant to concentrate on the game tonight, lips remembering these kisses and mind filled with thoughts of what will apparently be happening later. His free hand lifts to join the other tangled in Taehyung’s hair, Taehyung’s body pressing even closer at the action.


The kiss stutters to a halt as Namjoon’s unimpressed voice echoes down the hallway. Yoongi turns to find Namjoon shaking his head, simultaneously distressed and amused, Jin laughing by his side.

“I thought we were here for football, not a live sex show,” Jin greets, making Taehyung smile bashfully and put some space between himself and Yoongi.

“Your loss,” Yoongi says, his dry reply belying the slight heat he feels colouring his cheeks.

Yoongi turns and unlocks the door, the sound of music and laughter becoming much clearer. He wanders into the lounge to see Jimin and Hoseok doing a rather energetic dance to some awful pop song that’s playing. Jeongguk’s sat on the couch, creased up with laughter.

“I didn’t realise that my apartment now doubles as a dance studio,” Yoongi comments, chucking his keys onto the table. Hoseok and Jeongguk ignore him, but Jimin smiles bashfully and gives a small wave in greeting, clearly not as comfortable with gatecrashing Yoongi's apartment as the other two are.

“Yoongs, do your twerking,” Jeongguk requests giddily.

“Hell no,” Yoongi replies at the exact same time Taehyung delightedly asks, “your what?”

Yoongi helps Namjoon and Jin unpack the bags of drink and snacks that they’ve brought with them, the pair having offered to stop off at the store on the way here. once everyone ended up being invited to the game watching this evening. Yoongi can’t help but notice the subtle little glances they keep sharing but he keeps quiet. 

He knows that they shared a kiss (or few) after the party two weeks ago, but Namjoon’s stayed relatively quiet on the matter since, despite Hoseok and Jeongguk’s persistent questioning. Taehyung says that Jin just gives them a wink and breaks into laughter whenever him and Jimin press him on the matter, although he has noted that there have been some evenings lately when Jin hasn't returned home.

The small coffee table is heaving with food and drink, and Jin nods approvingly at this. Yoongi's not sure that there's any need to order takeout, but in fairness he's seen the amount that Jeongguk can eat. And Yoongi's come to realise that Taehyung also seems similarly incapable of saying no to another bite of food, something he's noticed during their dates whenever Yoongi gives him what's left of his own meal.

Everyone else is crowded around Jeongguk’s phone, faces lined with laughter at whatever’s playing. When they all met for the first time Yoongi was sure it would just be awkward introductions and they’d all part ways at the end of night. He’s more than pleased that everyone seems to like each other and get along. 

He knows for a fact that Hoseok, Jimin and Jeongguk have met up since that night, doing dance-related stuff. And he's fairly certain that Namjoon and Jin have met up on more than friendly terms. He wouldn't say that they're all the best of friends or anything like that but, well, it's certainly amicable and a lot more than Yoongi could have hoped for. Taehyung glances over at Yoongi whilst huddled in the group, throwing him a soft smile, and something about being with all their friends and Taehyung smiling at him so fondly just feels so right.

Fuck, Yoongi needs a beer. 

He walks to his fridge where there are some already bottles chilling, taking drinks orders from the others as he does so. Everyone else wants a beer aside from Taehyung, who declared pretty early on in their relationship that he detested the stuff, and Namjoon who's driving. He dishes out the beers and Namjoon's Coke first. He then sets about making a vodka tonic for Taehyung, the two ingredients being things that he never used to stock in his kitchen, but have somehow now found a place.

"Mm, come and sit down," Taehyung murmurs against the side of Yoongi's neck as he's preparing the drink, long arms wrapping around his waist from behind.

"I would, if you just drank beer like a normal person," Yoongi tells him, receiving a warm puff of laughter against his neck in response. Taehyung just tightens his hold and presses his lips to the same spot.

"Guys, you've been here like, five minutes," Hoseok calls through from the lounge. "Can we not have a few sacred make-out-free moments?"

"Too late," Jin adds. "They were practically dry-humping against the door when me and Joon turned up."

"Really?" Jeongguk says, his voice an odd mixture of gleeful and grossed out.

"That is slander," Yoongi huffs as they both return into the lounge, the way that Taehyung is hanging off of his back somewhat undermining Yoongi's point. "I could sue you know."

Jin just laughs and settles down on the couch. Jimin leans in and says something in Jeongguk's ear, making the younger's face scrunch up in mirth.

"So Taehyung, are you excited to watch your first ever football game?" Namjoon asks once they're all settled down. 

There aren't enough seats for everyone so Hoseok and - grudgingly - Jeongguk take up residence on the floor. Taehyung is pressed into Yoongi's side though, so he's happy. 

"Well, I mean, I did actually watch a game on TV once just after I moved here, a real one I mean, and-"

"Woah, woah, woah," Jeongguk interrupts, hands held up in front of him and brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'a real one'?'"

"Like- a NFL one - not...a college one?" Taehyung replies cautiously, words punctuated by tentative pauses, before asking with genuine curiosity. "Isn't college football just like a not-quite-so-good NFL?"

Namjoon inhales sharply. Hoseok lets out a quiet "oooh". Jeongguk's hand clenches into a fist and he brings it to his mouth, eyes closed and face creased as though in genuine physical pain from Taehyung's words.

"It was nice knowing you, Tae," Yoongi mutters, giving Taehyung a reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

Taehyung looks thoroughly confused, clearly not aware that he's committed something close to blasphemy in Jeongguk's eyes. Jin and Jimin look just as bemused. Silence stretches on before Jeongguk finally opens his eyes and holds up his hands, fingers splayed.

"Okay. I'm gonna give you at least ten reasons why college football is way better," he states.

Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon groan loudly.

"Oh god, please not this again," Namjoon sighs, downing a large gulp of his drink. 

"At least he's not drawing diagrams this time," Hoseok concedes once Jeongguk launches into point number one. 

Yoongi pretty much zones out for Jeongguk's lecture, and instead takes joy in watching the others listen to him. Jin seems to give up after point number four, but Jimin and Taehyung listen attentively. Jimin's grinning, seeming to find Jeongguk's rant somehow endearing rather than irritating. Taehyung is listening with abject attention, brow pinched together as he concentrates. 

"Wow," Taehyung nods once Jeongguk finally takes a breather. "I mean, I understood like, 10% of what you just said, but you make a good argument anyway."

Jeongguk looks like he's about to start explaining in painful detail about some of the moves he's just mentioned but luckily Hoseok jumps in.

"Is it next weekend you're going to watch a game?" he asks.

"Yeah," Taehyung replies excitedly. "I've always wanted to go to a football game but I'm totally clueless about it. I thought it'd be good to watch one liked this first."

"I can't believe you managed to go to school here and not go to a game," Namjoon comments. "That's some kind of feat."

Yoongi has to agree. This town is big on football. Even Yoongi's been to his fair share of games. Taehyung clears his throat slightly.

"Yeah, guess I just never had anyone to go with," he says.

"Well, I'm sure you'll have fun with Yoongi," Hoseok tells him. "He's always so full of school spirit."

Yoongi just gives him a deadpan look in response and it makes everyone grin. 

Namjoon starts talking about a documentary he watched about head injuries in American football and it makes everyone a lot more depressed by the time he’s given them an array of facts and figures. Yoongi thinks it’s an opportune moment to furnish everyone with a new drink and break out the Doritos.

“What was the name of that documentary?” he hears Jin ask as he starts handing out fresh beers (and vodka tonics). “I might check it out.”

Taehyung snorts loudly, drawing Namjoon’s attention and a narrow eyed look from Jin that makes his handsome features suddenly seem a lot more hard-lined. Taehyung smiles sweetly.

“Ah, you do love documentaries, don’t you Jin?” he grins.

“Never stop watching the things,” Jimin adds teasingly, a similar grin playing on his lips.

“Well, maybe I would watch more documentaries if you didn’t watch anime DVDs on the TV all the time,” Jin huffs.

“They’re your DVDs!” Jimin laughs, eyes sparkling humorously at winding the elder up.

Jin’s cheeks flush a pale red, but he doesn’t get chance to respond before Jeongguk jumps in.

“You watch anime?”

His question is directed at Jimin rather than Jin, and Jimin arches an eyebrow. He seems unsure as to whether Jeongguk is pleased by this information or about to ridicule him. 

“Yeah?” he replies tentatively. “Do you?”

“Yes!” Jeongguk exclaims. “What are your favourites?”

Jimin laughs, clearly a little surprised, before making an expression of thoughtful consideration, as though Jeongguk’s just asked him to tell him the meaning of life.

“Uh, it’s tough. I really like One Piece, but-“

“I love One Piece!” Jeongguk interrupts.

The pair start avidly discussing their favourite characters, whilst Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok start talking about the documentary instead. Yoongi just watches, not particularly a hardcore fan of head injury documentaries nor anime. He turns to look at Taehyung instead.

“You like anime right?” Yoongi asks him, seeming to recall Taehyung once mentioning a series he was eagerly awaiting another season of.

“Yeah, I love it,” Taehyung answers. “How about you?"

“I mean, I have Pokemon Go on my phone, does that count?” Yoongi asks, feeling a little like he's disappointing him.

Taehyung chuckles. He affects a look of deep contemplation. 

“Hmm. Well that depends. What’s your favourite Pokemon?”

Yoongi desperately searches in his brain for a name other than Pikachu, but his mind goes completely blank. He opts for a different angle.

“What’s your favourite Pokemon?”

“Eevee is really cute.”

“Yeah, that’s my favourite too,” Yoongi tells him, making Taehyung laugh again at his obvious lie.

“Oh, right,” Taehyung smirks. “What does Eevee look like again?”

Yoongi racks his brain for a memory of what it might look like. He tries to recall playing on the app, something he vowed never to use again after Namjoon made him pay for a taxi across town after a rumour of a rare Pokemon appearing in a certain spot. Come to think of it, Namjoon still owes him money for that.

“He’s the little whirly guy right?”

Taehyung blinks a few times, dumbfounded, before breaking into laughter once more. Yoongi kind of loves it, being able to make him laugh like that so often, and it makes the elder smile too. Taehyung shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“No, he is not ‘the little whirly guy’,” he sighs dramatically. “I’m sorry but this relationship can no longer continue. Your Pokemon knowledge is just too terrible.”

“Surely I make up for my lack of Pokemon knowledge in other ways.”

Yoongi wiggles his eyebrows and Taehyung smiles widely in response, all teeth. He leans in, nudging Yoongi’s jaw with the tip of his nose, fingers trailing along Yoongi’s arm. 

“You definitely do,” he says softly, fingertips circling coyly on Yoongi’s wrist.  Namjoon appears to be eavesdropping because he suddenly huffs loudly.

“I never thought I’d say this but- can we please put the game on? These two are tarnishing the good name of Pokemon with their flirting.”

Taehyung laughs shyly and buries his face against Yoongi’s neck, the elder clearing his throat and attempting to act as though he’s not entirely flustered by Namjoon overhearing their conversation – or the way that Taehyung’s fingers now lace so naturally with his own.

The TV gets unmuted, the pre-game commentary starting to fill the room. Jeongguk is still talking to Jimin about anime so Yoongi requests instead that Hoseok tops up the Doritos and drink supply. He obliges with only a minor grumble.

The game begins soon enough and Jeongguk’s anime talk is cut off for him to go into full on teacher mode about the game. He explains all the moves and techniques in far too much detail, but Taehyung nods encouragingly, and there’s something rather sweet about his enthusiasm. Yoongi kind of wishes that Jeongguk had a similar level of enthusiasm about his studies, but saves that more serious chat for another time.

Sadly, it’s not the most exciting game that’s ever been played, and it takes a long time for either team to make a touchdown. Taehyung is so excited when it actually happens that he jumps up cheering, only to be informed that it’s for the wrong side. Yoongi doesn’t really care who wins, so long as Taehyung’s enjoying himself.

He hopes that Taehyung will enjoy going to an actual game next weekend. Yoongi may have thought that the list idea was pretty lame when Taehyung first mentioned it, but he’s got to admit; it leads to some different nights out. He never would have thought to suggest football as a date night before.

Pizza gets ordered at half time and when it arrives the boxes are descended upon as though no one has eaten for a week. Taehyung gulps down his first slice with alarming speed, licking the grease off of his fingers and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Yoongi wonders how he’s got to a stage where he finds that attractive.

The second half of the game is just as uneventful as the first, and Yoongi hopes that it’s a bit more thrilling next weekend. At least it gives everyone more of a chance to chat, even Jeongguk losing a bit of interest in the game. Hoseok regales the group with a tale of a girl he met on a night out last weekend, and Taehyung makes Jimin talk about a dance show he’s recently done. Jimin looks embarrassed and, despite his confident demeanour most of the time, he speaks rather softly and shyly when it comes to talking about himself.

At a point much later in the night Namjoon and Jin are standing up to leave, Jin chewing on a final bite of cold pizza as he pockets his phone. Yoongi’s in awe; that guy can seriously eat. Yoongi’s felt full to the point of bursting for the last two hours, not even able to manage another Dorito, regardless of Taehyung challenging him to see how many he can fit in his mouth at one time.

“Well, it’s been a fun night. Thanks for the invite, Yoongi,” Jin says sincerely around his mouthful of food. "Nice to see you guys again."

“Have fun you two. I guess someone needs to score tonight, even if the players can’t,” Jeongguk says, apparently still bitter about the disappointing game they've just witnessed. 

“I’m just giving Jin a ride,” Namjoon protests immediately, Jin nearly choking on his pizza.

“Oh, we don’t doubt that,” Hoseok adds, shooting him a teasing wink.

“God, you guys are the fucking worst,” Namjoon mutters, going bright red and quickly ushering Jin out of the room. “See you later.”

“I don’t know who they think they’re fooling,” Jimin laughs merrily, before his eyes go wide. “Hang on, Namjoon was meant to be driving me home too!”

“I don’t think you wanna be in a car with those two right now,” Taehyung grins.

“You can share a cab with me and Guk if you like?” Hoseok suggests.

“Thanks,” Jimin smiles, relieved.

“Actually, I’m gonna walk home,” Jeongguk tells them. “Need some fresh air.”

“Aw, can Gukkie not handle his drink,” Hoseok teases lightly.  Jeongguk just gives him the finger.

Soon enough Hoseok and Jimin are saying their farewells, and then it’s just Yoongi, Taehyung and Jeongguk. Yoongi doesn’t want to have to physically throw the youngest out, but he’s got Taehyung’s words from earlier ingrained in his mind, the images it conjures not helped by the fact that Taehyung has been teasingly drifting his fingers beneath Yoongi’s shirt on his lower back for the last ten minutes. 

“So…” Yoongi begins hesitantly. “That fresh air must be sounding pretty good, right?”

“Not really,” Jeongguk shrugs. He stands up from the floor, stretching his limbs before flopping down onto the couch instead. “Shall we watch a movie?”

Yoongi and Taehyung exchange a glance, watching a movie with Jeongguk clearly the last thing on either of their minds.

“Uh, maybe another time, Guk,” Yoongi tells him. “It’s pretty late.”

Taehyung gives an exaggerated yawn that almost makes Yoongi roll his eyes. He hopes that Taehyung isn't paying too much for those acting classes he attends. Jeongguk glances between the two of them, before seeming to realise something and nodding in resignation.

“You two wanna bang. Okay cool. I’ll watch it on my own.”

He picks up the remote and selects the Netflix app. Taehyung grimaces awkwardly and Yoongi sighs.

“Come on. Out.”

“It’s fine, you two do your thing,” Jeongguk says dismissively, scrunching his nose up as he looks at the Watch Again suggestions on Netflix. “Seriously Yoongs, Love Actually?”

“It was Hobi,” Yoongi clarifies a little too quickly, reaching to snatch away the remote with no success. “And anyway- get out."

“Seriously, I’m cool with it. You guys have fun. I’ll just be chilling here.”

“Well I’m not cool with it,” Yoongi huffs before trying another tack, hoping that grossing Jeongguk out will work. “You don’t wanna overhear anything, right?”

Jeongguk looks at him with great consideration, eyebrow arched, before eventually shrugging.

“Whatever. You’re probably weirdly silent anyway. Maybe some grunting. I can handle that.”

Taehyung laughs at this, the traitor, even though it’s not entirely true. Silent he is not, though maybe not quite as vocal as Taehyung. The younger seems to be thinking the same thing.

“Well I’m not silent,” Taehyung attempts. 

“I don’t know you enough for it to be weird,” Jeongguk shrugs, selecting the ‘Action & Adventure’ category on the screen. 

“Get. Out.” Yoongi says, whacking Jeongguk on the shoulder with each word.

Jeongguk sighs and looks over at Yoongi. Something softens in his face, becoming a little less petulant and a little more plaintive. He drops his gaze to his lap.

“Can’t I just stay for tonight?” he asks. “I really don’t want to be at mine.”

“Why not?” Yoongi asks.

It’s not said accusingly, but rather with a new layer of kindness. He knows that Jeongguk’s referenced some problems with his roommate before and has stayed over a few times at Yoongi's already.

Jeongguk shrugs, looking for a moment like he’s about to say something, before shrugging dismissively. “I just don’t, okay? Please can I just stay for tonight?"

"Is it your roommate?" Yoongi asks. Jeongguk just shrugs again, picking at a thread on his jeans. "If he's that bad, why not find somewhere else?"

"It's complicated," Jeongguk eventually mutters, clearly not in the mood for discussing it further. Yoongi would get annoyed at his lack of explanation, but he knows that this is how Jeongguk gets when something upsets him - cuts himself off, becomes difficult. Something apparently is really bothering him but now's not the time to discuss it.

"Okay fine, you can stay, but we're talking about this at some point," Yoongi tells him.

"Thank you," Jeongguk smiles, looking genuinely grateful. "I'll be out here first thing in the morning."

Yoongi knows that he's deliberately avoided agreeing to the proviso of discussing whatever problem it is he's having, but Yoongi lets it slide. Instead he just walks out into the hallway to small closet with the spare covers. He takes one out and chucks it over to Jeongguk.

"Okay, just keep it down," Yoongi tells him, nodding towards the movie that he's just selected which looks suitably full of guns and explosions. 

"Same to you."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, taking hold of Taehyung's wrist and pulling him in the direction of the bedroom. They both strip down to their underwear before climbing under the covers. Their hands immediately find their way to each others' hips, lips instantly pressing together. The kiss is a lot slower and sweeter than the one against the door earlier, but it's just as wonderful and still makes Yoongi's stomach flip.

"So you're okay with kissing me despite my lack of Pokemon knowledge?" Yoongi murmurs against him, pecking his lips once more before pulling back enough to see his reaction.

"You know what, even though you thought that an Eevee was a Poliwhirl..." Taehyung begins. His face scrunches up in barely concealed glee at whatever he's about to say next. "I still Pika-choose you."

Yoongi clutches at his chest and lets out a noise of despair at the horrific pun, whilst Taehyung dissolves into a fit of laughter. Yoongi shakes his head as though terribly offended.

"That was fucking awful."

"I thought of it like, three hours ago," Taehyung confides through his laughter. "I've been waiting to say it for so long."

It's so stupidly adorable and, despite the heat simmering in Yoongi from the knowledge of what may happen now that they're in bed together, a warm flush of something much deeper, much fonder soars through him. He can't help but lean in, bringing their lips together once more in another lingering kiss.

"Holy shit!"

Jeongguk's exclamation drifts through from the lounge, causing them both to break the kiss with more laughter. Not exactly the most romantic soundtrack. Yoongi's fingertips trail along Taehyung's side, feeling the smooth skin, the line of his waist. Taehyung watches him intently, wetting his lips lightly. Some sort of loud explosion sounds from the TV in the other room.

"So, I've been thinking about what you said earlier all night," Yoongi admits lowly.

Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 


"Yeah," Yoongi confirms, before gathering every ounce of strength in him. "But as badly as I want it- I want it to be right when we do that and, well- Jeongguk being in the next room isn't really how I pictured it."

"You want it to be special?" Taehyung asks, light teasing tone to his words.

Yoongi doesn't really care about making it the perfect moment or being particularly romantic. But at the same time, it does sort of mean something to him, and having sex to the sound of artillery fire in the background just isn't quite what he wants. Neither is the idea of both of them having to keep quiet just in case they're overheard.

"Maybe we can wait until morning?" Yoongi suggests. He leans in, dragging his lips along Taehyung's jaw before sucking gently at the spot just beneath his ear, making the younger let out a wonderfully content-sounding sigh. "Promise I'll make it worth it."

"I'll hold you to that," Taehyung murmurs, hand tangling in Yoongi's hair as his lips travel down Taehyung's neck.

Yoongi knows he'll being doing his utmost to keep that promise tomorrow morning.


Chapter Text


When Yoongi wakes up, it’s to Taehyung sprawled over him and warm breath against his neck. Yoongi runs a hand gently through the bright strands of Taehyung’s hair, but the younger doesn’t stir. Yoongi tips his head down and takes a couple of moments to watch the other sleep before deciding it’s probably a bit weird and stopping himself. He lays there for a few more minutes staring at the ceiling instead, but the steady, rhythmic breathing from Taehyung gives him the impression that the other isn't waking up any time soon. He tentatively extracts himself from beneath Taehyung, being careful not to wake him. 

Yoongi wanders into the lounge, checking to see if Jeongguk's still around, but there's just a neatly folded blanket left on the couch. Probably darted out early to avoid any questions about his living situation. Yoongi peeks his head back into his bedroom to see if Taehyung's magically woken in the last few seconds. The promises made last night fill Yoongi with anticipation, but Taehyung still appears dead to the world.

Yoongi sighs and chews on his lower lip as he pads into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He ponders going back to bed to stare at Taehyung a while longer before the pots and pans stacked by the sink catch his eye. He grins. He can make Taehyung breakfast in bed. Breakfast and morning sex? That's great boyfriend material right there.

He looks in his fridge but finds it disappointingly bare. There's some milk, butter, eggs and a sad looking carrot. Yoongi doesn't even recall when he last ate carrots so quickly discards it. He contemplates scrambled eggs as a possible breakfast option but feels like eggs aren't a particularly sexy food.

Hang on, he has bread somewhere. Maybe French toast; that's a thing, right? He searches all over for the bread before spying a plate on the counter full of crumbs and a discarded bread wrapper in the trash. Yoongi sighs. Fucking Jeongguk.

Yoongi looks back in the fridge, hoping for new inspiration. Maybe pancakes? He thinks pancakes use some of this stuff. He heads back into his room to find Taehyung still fast asleep. Yoongi grabs his phone and pulls on an old t shirt too before going back into the kitchen whilst bringing a pancake recipe up on his phone.

Milk, check. Eggs, check. Flour. He frowns and opens a cupboard, searching around to the very back until, thank god, he finds some. He has no idea where it's come from, before remembering that the guys baked him a cake for his birthday. They had used his own kitchen to bake it because, in Hoseok's words, it saved possible cake transporting disasters, said with a not so subtle glance in Namjoon's direction.

Yoongi gets out all the ingredients and a large bowl to make the batter. He doesn't have scales so guesses most of the measures. He's pretty sure these are going to turn out horrific. He keeps going though, ending up with something that looks about the right colour and consistency. It's at that point he hears soft footsteps behind him.

Taehyung stumbles into the kitchen still dressed only in his underwear, yawning widely as he rubs at his eyes. His hair is sticking out at all angles, his lips are somewhat dry from sleep, and he looks in a total daze. But fuck if he isn't still entirely gorgeous. 

"What's going on?" he mumbles.

He stands behind Yoongi, wrapping his arms around the elder and nuzzling into his neck. It makes Yoongi want to break out into the biggest grin, but he tries to appear not quite so affected.

"Making pancakes."

Taehyung doesn't reply and for a moment Yoongi thinks he's fallen asleep standing up, but apparently his brain has been kicking into gear. 

"Where's Jeongguk?"

"He's gone already," Yoongi tells him as kisses get lazily pressed to his neck.

"Oh right," Taehyung says against his skin. Yoongi truly appreciates how much deeper his voice gets first thing in the morning. "So if the apartment's empty can you tell me why you're out here making pancakes and not in the bedroom fucking me."

Jesus. Taehyung really is going to be the death of him. The wooden spoon clatters from Yoongi's hand onto the counter and he can feel a flash of teeth against his neck as Taehyung grins.

"You were sleeping," Yoongi says weakly, because his mind is now taken over by the way that Taehyung's body presses further into his back.

"I'm awake now," Taehyung tells him lowly, words rumbling against Yoongi's ear.

Yoongi doesn't answer other than by turning around. He runs his hands appreciatively over Taehyung's stomach, then up his chest until they eventually settle on the nape of Taehyung's neck. He tugs the younger down until their lips meet, slow and sleepy but with a definite fire simmering beneath. 

Taehyung sighs, soft and happy sounding, as Yoongi parts his lips, slipping his tongue inside. One of Taehyung's hands rests on Yoongi's waist but the other slides beneath the waistband of Yoongi's underwear, grabbing at his ass. 

"That's a no to the pancakes then?" Yoongi murmurs against his lips teasingly.

Taehyung laughs lightly before attaching their lips once more, kissing a little deeper, more intensely this time. Yoongi gets completely lost in it, dropping one hand to roam over Taehyung's chest as the other holds onto his neck.

"This is too much gay for 8am."

The unexpected voice makes them jolt apart. On some sort of instinct, Taehyung grabs the wooden spoon off the counter and hurls it in the direction of the intruder. 

"Fucking ow!"

Yoongi turns to see Jeongguk standing in front of them, t shirt covered in pancake batter and hand clutching at his shoulder where the spoon collided with him. Taehyung's face falls, looking mortified.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he rambles. "I thought you were an attacker or-"

"Don't apologise," Yoongi cuts him off before turning on Jeongguk. "What are you doing sneaking up on us?"

"Believe me, I did not plan to see this," Jeongguk says, motioning vaguely in their direction. "I used up your bread this morning so went to buy some more. I figured I'd replace it before you guys even woke up. I wasn't expecting you and your ninja boyfriend to be in here."

Taehyung still looks guilty though maybe a little pleased at the ninja reference. Yoongi realises that Taehyung's non-throwing hand is still down the back of his underwear and he flushes a little. Jeongguk chucks the bread at them and Yoongi catches it deftly.

"Well, thanks, I suppose," Yoongi eventually says, looking at the bread. Jeongguk shrugs.

"So... I'm gonna go," Jeongguk announces awkwardly  He glances down at his ruined shirt. "And I'm stealing a hoodie."

"Yeah, okay," Yoongi tells him, keen to get this embarrassing encounter over with.  

He and Taehyung wait until they hear the door close before looking at each other. Taehyung grins, removing his hand from Yoongi's underwear.

"I really need to take that key from him," Yoongi grumbles, walking over and picking up the spoon from the floor. 

Taehyung follows with some paper towels to clean up the mess, taking the spoon from him. Yoongi bends over, mopping up the floor. That is, until out of nowhere Taehyung smacks him on the ass with the spoon.

"What the fuck?"

Yoongi swivels round, intending to glare, but it's hard to look angry when Taehyung grins and wiggles his eyebrows so stupidly.

"Let's go back to bed."

Yoongi doesn't protest when Taehyung grabs his hand and pulls him into the bedroom, spoon falling forgotten to the floor. They both tumble onto the bed, a mess of limbs and eager kisses. Yoongi lands on top of Taehyung, one hand stroking along his side and the other cupping his jaw. Taehyung's hands explore all over, travelling down Yoongi's spine and over the backs of his thighs.

If Yoongi thought that things this morning might start slow and careful, then he was very much mistaken. It doesn't make it any less amazing though. Especially not when Taehyung's near enough tearing off Yoongi's t shirt and shifting restlessly beneath him, grabbing Yoongi's sides and bringing their hips together. 

"Want you inside me, Yoongi," Taehyung breathes out against his ear, eliciting a strange needy noise from the elder that he's not used to making.

Taehyung's palm rubs purposefully over the front of Yoongi's underwear, making his breath catch in his throat. He presses his lips to Taehyung's neck, planting a trail of open mouthed kisses down its curve. Taehyung arches up under him and Yoongi's head is spinning.

He sits up, ignoring the whine of protest from Taehyung. He reaches over to his bedside table, clumsily opening the drawer and searching out the bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. He chucks them onto the bed before reattaching his lips to Taehyung's neck.

"Fuck, Tae," Yoongi sighs as the younger pushes down his underwear, wrapping a hand around Yoongi's cock and stroking lightly. 

"That's what I'm aiming for," Taehyung replies cheesily with an exaggerated wink.

Despite the heat of the moment it makes Yoongi laugh and his heart leaps unexpectedly. Taehyung smiles up at him, teasing but with a softness too, like a hint of nerves has edged its way through. Yoongi reaches down, brushing Taehyung's hair back from his forehead. Taehyung just keeps smiling up at him.

When Yoongi leans in to kiss him this time it's not quite so furious yet still full of passion. Taehyung's arms wrap around his back as he keeps the elder close, both of them taking a moment to slow things down slightly as they lose themselves in the deep, more sensual glide of their tongues together.

Eventually Yoongi pulls away, kissing his way down Taehyung's chest. He can feel the heavy rise and fall beneath his lips, drinking in the low sounds spilling from Taehyung's lips. Once he reaches the soft skin of Taehyung's stomach he carefully pulls down his underwear, discarding it to the floor to land next to his own.

Yoongi takes a moment just to appreciate the sight; to know how hard Taehyung is all because of him. He leans in, wrapping his lips around the head of Taehyung's cock, the breathy noise that it pulls from the younger sending a pleasurable thrill along Yoongi's spine. Yoongi swirls his tongue along the tip, sinking his mouth down fully for a few slow, deliberate bobs before pulling off and kissing the inside of Taehyung's thigh. 

He reaches out to the side, grabbing the bottle of lube, and he doesn't fail to notice the way that Taehyung's breath hitches when he hears it being uncapped. Yoongi slicks up two of his fingers, pressing another gentle kiss to Taehyung's thigh. He slowly circles them over his entrance then, finally, carefully pushes one inside. Taehyung's breath catches again, accompanied this time by a low exhale that sounds so satisfied that it makes Yoongi's cock throb to hear it.

He works one finger in him, listening out to make sure Taehyung's comfortable before adding the second. Yoongi focuses entirely on how Taehyung's feeling, trying his best not to think about how it's going to feel for him being inside Taehyung like this. He's already turned on enough as it is.

"Fuck," Taehyung breathes out when Yoongi crooks his fingers in a particularly enjoyable way. "Your fingers really feel as good as they look."

Yoongi kneels up slightly and looks down at his free hand, examining it. "I have good looking fingers?"

Taehyung's brow furrows at Yoongi stilling his movements so Yoongi keeps his other hand working in its slow back and forth. He has a better view of Taehyung like this and takes in the way his head is tipped back, eyes closed as he gets lost in the sensations Yoongi is producing in him. It makes Yoongi's stomach twist wonderfully.

"Yeah," Taehyung tells him. "You have sexy hands."


Yoongi looks down at his hand again, as though he's not seen it every day of his life. He never thought of his hands as particularly attractive but if Taehyung thinks so then he's not protesting. 

"I've done this to myself so much lately imagining your fingers instead. Turns me on so much."

Fuck, Yoongi's poor heart is really not ready for Taehyung's easy way of saying the most arousing things. He supposes he'll need to get used to it; a challenge he's definitely more than happy to take.

"You're gonna kill me you know," Yoongi tells him.

Taehyung's eyes open at this and he gives Yoongi a bright smile, one that makes Yoongi's stomach flip in a way entirely separate from arousal. Yoongi returns it, noting the way Taehyung's gets a little wider as he does so. He suddenly feels far too warm all over. 

"Well, best get on with this then," Taehyung says. "Give you a good send off."

Taehyung sounds slightly flustered as he talks despite the breezy tone, and Yoongi wonders if it's from something more than arousal too. He doesn't dwell on it too much, and instead focuses on adding a third finger, stretching and stroking inside of Taehyung until he finds the spot that gets Taehyung panting that much harder.

"God, yeah, right there," he groans softly, the deep rumble of his voice making the ball of arousal in Yoongi's gut curl a little tighter. 

Taehyung shifts on the bed trying to get Yoongi's fingers back in the same spot. Yoongi strokes along the spot again, revelling in the way Taehyung's body goes loose from the feeling. He then pulls away, ignoring the huff from Taehyung, the need to be inside of him having grown too strong . Taehyung doesn't stay mad for long, not when Yoongi reaches for the condoms and he realises the elder's intentions.

"Could we-"

Taehyung trails off, looking somewhat sheepish. Yoongi runs his hand along Taehyung's thigh, reassuring him that he can voice whatever's on his mind. 

"Could we try without?" he asks tentatively. "We're both clean and- But I know not everyone likes it. Actually, forget it. Never mind."

Taehyung rambles so quickly that Yoongi just blinks as he takes it in. Another low throb of excitement travels through him as Taehyung's suggestion registers properly. 

"I'd love to," Yoongi tells him. "If you want to."

Taehyung's face breaks out into a smile and it's worrying just how much Yoongi adores being the one to cause that. 

"I want to."

Yoongi grabs the lube and coats himself with it before crawling over Taehyung's body. He hooks his arm behind one of Taehyung's knees, Taehyung's other leg curling around his waist. Yoongi's lips hover over Taehyung's, both of their breathing shaky as it mingles. Yoongi lines himself up and carefully pushes inside. 

God, it's incredible, the feeling of finally being inside Taehyung like this. Yoongi lets out a low moan as he slides in deeper, feeling Taehyung's fingertips digging into his back. He gives the younger some time to adjust, peppering soft kisses along his neck.

"You feel so good, baby," Yoongi murmurs into his skin, nipping lightly at the piercing in his earlobe.

Taehyung grips a little tighter onto his back, letting out a low noise of approval. Another few moments pass before he starts pushing his hips back against Yoongi's, encouraging him to move. Yoongi happily obliges.

He starts off slow, a little cautious: partly to not push Taehyung too much so soon, but also to try to calm himself down slightly. Taehyung's tight and hot and keeps making these low, wonderful whimpers, and it's all so good that Yoongi's mind is spinning. He presses his face into the side of Taehyung's neck as he sets up the lazy rhythm.

"I'm not going to break you know," Taehyung eventually says after Yoongi keeps it slow for apparently too long.

Yoongi lifts his head, instantly seeing Taehyung's small, mischievous grin and glinting eyes. Taehyung bites down on his lower lip and moves his hips suddenly so that Yoongi slides deeper inside, pulling a soft grunt from him at the action.

"And there I was, trying to be all romantic," Yoongi replies playfully, though a little breathless too now that he's buried so deep inside of the other.

"You can be romantic and still fuck me hard," Taehyung whispers, eyes warm and seductive as his words make a deeper heat spread through Yoongi's body.

"So demanding," Yoongi teases lowly. 

He props himself up on one elbow, his other hand slipping under Taehyung's hips. Yoongi pulls almost all the way out before driving back in hard, using his hand to keep Taehyung in place. It makes both of them moan loudly.

"Yeah, like that," Taehyung groans, back arching off the bed.

Yoongi sets up a new pace, far harder and deeper this time, though keeping things slow enough that they both feel everything fully. The drag of Taehyung around his cock is dizzying and Yoongi can't help but moan at the sensation, holding onto Taehyung firmly as he fucks him.

"Jesus Tae, you feel incredible," Yoongi pants out, speed increasing slightly as he seeks out more and more of that amazing feeling. 

Taehyung doesn't manage to answer other than with a deep groan, leg tightening around Yoongi's waist. One of his hands tangles in Yoongi's hair and Yoongi takes the opportunity to duck his head, capturing Taehyung's lips in a heated kiss. It's more tongue than mouth, messy and wet but perfect right now.

Eventually kissing becomes too much, and they end up with mouths open inches apart. Yoongi can feel Taehyung's breath hitting his cheek, shaky and heavy. Taehyung holds his gaze, eyes lidded apart from the times when they instinctively fall closed with pleasure.

The air is heavy with desire and all Yoongi can hear are the blissed-out moans from Taehyung, the creak of the mattress and their skin meeting with each thrust of Yoongi's hips. Yoongi's loved everything they've done before, of course he has, but there's something just so intimate, so connected, about finally being together like this that Yoongi it makes Yoongi press his face into the side of Taehyung's neck, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity.

"So good, Yoongi," Taehyung mumbles, words catching on a sharp gasp when Yoongi angles himself just right. 

Taehyung clings onto him harder, head lolling back as Yoongi keeps him like that, sliding inside again and again. It's so, so good. Yoongi's been imagining this for a while now and god, it's somehow even better than he envisaged. The sounds Taehyung's making and how amazing he feels- shit, Yoongi's already worried he's not going to last much longer.

"Baby, will you ride me?" Yoongi breathes out.

Yoongi gets his answer in the way that Taehyung suddenly flips them over so that Yoongi's now laying on his back instead. Taehyung grins down at him, full of enthusiasm, their mouths soon meeting again with a heady clash of teeth and tongue.

When Taehyung sinks down onto him the kiss stutters to a halt. Yoongi grips on tight to his waist as his body tenses, trying desperately not to get too worked up. It feels so fucking good at this new angle, and it seems like Taehyung agrees if his long, drawn out moan is anything to go by. 

Taehyung braces his hands on Yoongi's chest, sitting himself up fully. He bites down on his lower lip at what Yoongi guesses is the new, fuller sensation, his expression one of immense pleasure. Yoongi reaches out, running his hands over Taehyung's thighs, wanting to let him adjust but needing to touch at the same time. Taehyung watches him through hooded eyes, hair falling across his forehead and lips parting when he finally moves. He looks so amazing and not for the first time Yoongi is awed by just how perfect the other man is. How he got this lucky, he'll never understand.

Taehyung starts rocking his hips in earnest and for a moment all Yoongi sees is darkness, eyes falling shut involuntarily from the surge of heat that courses through him. He quickly opens them again though, determined not to miss a second of the sight of Taehyung on top of him like this.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Yoongi tells him. Maybe not the most eloquent statement, but his brain has currently turned to mush, and he can't stop the words slipping out.

"You're not so bad yourself," Taehyung pants out, voice a little shaky despite his attempt at casualness.

"What a charmer," Yoongi grunts.

"Sorry. It's kind of hard to think of a good compliment when your dick's all up in me."

He sounds simultaneously huffy and turned on, and it causes a short laugh to escape from Yoongi. Taehyung grins at him, though it's entirely more languid and fucked out than his previous teasing smiles have been this morning.

Yoongi settles his hands on Taehyung's waist, guiding him in the deep roll of his hips. That coil of heat is building heavier and more insistent deep within Yoongi, and as much as he wants this to continue far longer he's also much too overwhelmed by how incredible it is being with Taehyung in this way.

Taehyung seems to be getting close too, brought nearer to the edge somewhat when Yoongi starts rocking his hips up to meet each downward roll of Taehyung's. Breathy little "ah"s keep falling from his lips with every thrust, soft yet deep sounding at the same time. Taehyung's forehead creases and his jaw goes slack with pleasure.

"Yoongi, fuck, keep going, please-," 

Taehyung's murmured words do nothing to quell the heat rapidly rising inside Yoongi. Taehyung reaches down and grabs hold of Yoongi's hand, lacing their fingers and pressing their entwined hands into the mattress next to Yoongi. The gesture is oddly tender in the middle of all this and Yoongi's stomach swoops giddily.

"Are you close?" Yoongi manages to breathe out. He wants for Taehyung to finish first and he's really not going to be able to hold out much longer.

Taehyung nods rapidly and Yoongi moves his hand from Taehyung's waist to wrap around his cock instead. He feels wonderfully hot and heavy beneath Yoongi's fingers. Taehyung falls forward slightly, a choked sound escaping him as he squeezes Yoongi's hand that's laced with his own, pressing it almost painfully down into the mattress. Yoongi keeps moving his hips and Taehyung keeps moving his and it's all getting too much.

"Tae, god, wanna come inside you-"

Yoongi's murmured words coincide with a particularly hard roll of his hips upwards, and Taehyung's grip on his hand suddenly becomes almost vice-like. His head falls back, lips parted to let a raspy moan that just drips with pleasure, and then he's coming, trembling as the wet stickiness coats Yoongi's hand. 

Yoongi barely has time to focus on it. Taehyung gets ridiculously tight around him and that, paired with the sight of just how gorgeous Taehyung looks as he comes, is enough to push Yoongi over the edge. Yoongi thrusts up into him one more time before that wonderful, heavy heat breaks, orgasm crashing through him.

Yoongi only gets a moment to recover before Taehyung is toppling down onto him, his hazy mind taking few seconds to register the hot mouth pressing along his neck. Eventually it trails over his chin before meeting Yoongi's own mouth, Taehyung's tongue slipping past his lips in a lazy, more languid kiss than before. Yoongi wraps his arms around Taehyung, letting one hand drift soothingly along his spine.

"So," Taehyung eventually says, breaking the kiss and looking down at Yoongi. "That was kind of amazing."

Yoongi arches an eyebrow. "Only kind of?"

Taehyung grins wide at this and wiggles his eyebrows. 

"Okay, it was really amazing," he says. He waits a beat before sighing softly, nuzzling into Yoongi's neck and adding much more quietly, "Everything is with you."

Yoongi swallows thickly, his heart pounding harder than it was a few moments ago. He presses a gentle kiss into Taehyung's hair and holds him even closer. He hopes that it gets across just how strongly he feels the same way.


"Ooh, what's in the bag?"

Yoongi's heart sinks as he walks into the campus coffee shop where he's meeting Taehyung. They'd planned to meet for a pre-game coffee before the football, but for some reason both Hoseok and Namjoon are here too. Yoongi obviously likes to see his friends, but now Hoseok's trying to rummage through the plastic bag Yoongi's holding, and that really wasn't part of the plan. Yoongi quickly snatches it out of reach.

"Nothing for you," Yoongi tells him abruptly. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, we bumped into Tae on campus so thought we'd join you guys for a coffee," Hoseok explains, before looking a little wary. "I hope that's okay?"

Yoongi softens a little. "Of course."

"So what's in the bag?" Taehyung pipes up, sneaking an arm around Yoongi to make a grab for it. Yoongi sighs. The bag is now a point of interest so he may as well get it over with. 

"It's nothing much," he shrugs, handing it to Taehyung. "I just thought you might like it to wear tonight, you know, fit in a bit more."

Taehyung reaches inside, pulling out a scarf in the college team colours. His face is beaming, smiling way too brightly for such a small gift, but it still makes Yoongi's heart leap to see it. Taehyung immediately puts it on, looping the thick material around his neck so that his nose is almost covered.

"How do I look?" he asks, voice muffled. 

"You look great," Yoongi tells him, cheeks flushing slightly. 

"What a thoughtful boyfriend you are," Hoseok smiles sweetly, though his eyes glint in a way that lets Yoongi know he's going to get teased for this in private. 

"You looking forward to the game?" Namjoon asks.

"Yeah," Taehyung smiles, tugging down the scarf a little in order to speak. "I remember hardly anything of what Guk was talking about last week but I know what a touchdown is at least."

"Just remember to cheer for the right team this time," Yoongi reminds him, snickering as he receives a smack on the arm.

"Speaking of touchdowns..." Hoseok begins, before looking pointedly at Namjoon. "When are you and Jin gonna stop sneaking around and just be all openly gross like these guys?"

He points over in Yoongi and Taehyung's direction, earning a mild "hey!" of protest from Yoongi. Taehyung just slides an arm around Yoongi's back and nuzzles in, seeming to take it as a sort of compliment.

"Okay one, what have touchdowns got to do with me and Jin-"

"Because you score when you get a touchdown," Hoseok explains.

"And like, touching. Down," Taehyung adds, gesturing unnecessarily to his crotch.

Hoseok laughs and Namjoon flushes, not looking quite so happy.

"I wish you guys would all stop joking about that," he mutters. "It's getting old."

He sounds unusually angry and it cuts off Hoseok's laughter. "Well maybe if you just admitted it-"

"Admitted what?" Namjoon huffs, still obviously irritated. "There is seriously nothing going on."

"But I thought Jin had been staying at yours a lot lately?" Taehyung asks curiously.

"Yeah, we literally just hang out. Watch movies, chat, you know."

"But you guys kissed after the rave," Hoseok presses, clearly not happy with this new update.

"And it's never happened since so- just drop it, okay?" Namjoon snaps.

An uncomfortable silence hovers over the group for a few moments before Hoseok keeps going.

"But you want it to happen again?"

"I- what?" Namjoon replies, flustered. "Maybe. I mean no- oh god, you're his roommate, this is awkward, shit."

He gestures over in Taehyung's direction, cheeks blazing red. 

"I wont say anything," Taehyung assures him before adding, "but if you want to kiss him, just do it. I'm pretty sure he'd be happy about that."

Namjoon sighs, sounding more resigned than angry now. "Look, he's never tried anything again after that one night. Clearly he regrets it and just wants to be friends. And that's cool. It's to be expected. He's so- you know. And I'm just me."

"What do you mean?" Hoseok asks, brow furrowed.

"Christ, look at the guy," Namjoon sighs again. "He's way out of my league. I was drunk that night before and- I dunno, he probably just took pity on me or something when I tried to kiss him."

"Okay, I am only ever gonna say this once because it truly pains me but- Joon, you're a handsome guy. Don't put yourself down like that," Yoongi interjects.

Namjoon just shrugs, clearly not believing his words. 

"Yeah, I mean the other night he made me and Jimin watch some boring as hell documentary about the financial crisis. And I'm pretty sure that wasn't his own pick," Taehyung adds, and Namjoon perks up just a little at this.

"He watched that?" Namjoon blinks, and Taehyung nods.

"Yeah. God knows why we had to suffer through it too, but I'm pretty sure he's watching this stuff recently because you like it, like he wants to impress you," Taehyung says. "I'm not going to put words in his mouth because I don't know how he truly feels. But I wouldn't write him off as just a friend quite yet if you do want something more."

Namjoon nods, though he doesn't seem entirely convinced. Hoseok senses it's time to change the conversation and starts talking about some girl he has the hots for in his new dance class, and the atmosphere begins to lighten up again after that.

By the time they're walking to the stadium Taehyung's near enough bouncing on the balls of his feet, clinging onto Yoongi's arm in a way that makes the elder smile. They take their seats, Yoongi buying some popcorn and Taehyung ordering a hotdog and fries. His appetite never fails to astound Yoongi.

The football game itself is a lot more exciting that the dull one that they watched on TV last weekend. There's plenty of action and Taehyung really gets into it, even though Yoongi sometimes has to tell him to sit down because he's cheering at the wrong points. Taehyung doesn't seem to mind though, and Yoongi doesn't either, enjoying the younger's enthusiasm.

It's cold out tonight, fall really starting to make its presence felt, and Yoongi's regretting not buying a scarf for himself too. The chill brings a light flush to Taehyung's cheeks and Yoongi finds himself sneaking a glimpse of the other far too often. Taehyung often catches him, sometimes smiling low and teasing, other times smiling soft and sweet. Either way gets Yoongi's stomach flipping.

"Hey, lets take a photo," Taehyung suggests at one point. "Document my first game."

Yoongi doesn't get much say in it, Taehyung slinging an arm around him and pulling him in close as he holds out his phone in front of them. Yoongi gives a small smile as Taehyung grins widely, their cheeks pressed together. He checks the photo once he's taken it, nodding in approval before showing it to Yoongi. There's not been a picture of them together yet and Yoongi has to admit that he kind of likes it when he sees it. 

"Do you mind if I put this online?" Taehyung asks.

"Yeah, sure," Yoongi agrees.

Despite his tone of nonchalance, Yoongi knows he's going to be searching that out on Taehyung's Instagram later tonight. He imagines Taehyung's friends looking at it and for some reason it gives him a nice warmth inside. He focuses back on the game, enjoying the way that Taehyung's arm stays draped around his back, and he lets his hand rest casually on Taehyung's knee. At least until their team score the next touchdown. 

Yoongi's phone buzzes in his pocket on their walk back to his apartment after the game and he can't help but chuckle as he reads the messages, showing it to Taehyung too. He'd forgotten that Taehyung had added his friends on Instagram after they all first met. Yoongi would have felt cautious about doing such a thing, of appearing too keen or over-eager, but he's pleased that Taehyung doesn't seem to care too much about that.


I can't believe you guys go to a football game

and spend it taking cutesy couple pictures



invite Jimin to the next game

then you two can take cute couple photos too


I hate you

"Hey, I have an idea," Taehyung grins. 

He stands behind Yoongi, arm snaking over his shoulder and holding out the phone. He hooks his chin over Yoongi's other shoulder, tilting his head. Yoongi looks up at him for only a moment before their lips meet. It takes a second to register but then Yoongi kisses back, the touch of lips gentle but playful. Yoongi can feel that they're both smiling into it. He barely registers the flash of the camera. 

"Am I okay to post this too?" Taehyung checks.

Taehyung holds out the phone. Okay, it's kind of a personal photo, but it's only a light, easy kiss; nothing too intimate. It makes him strangely happy to see it. Plus Yoongi can't help but grin when he sees the caption "For Guk <3".

"Post it."

His phone buzzes only moments later.


I hate you even more

Chapter Text


“Tae, baby, you need to be quieter,” Yoongi breathes out.

He knows it’s easier said than done; he’s having a hard time staying quiet himself, the feeling of being buried so deep inside of Taehyung making his pulse quicken and his throat itch to let out a much louder groan that he actually does. Back at his apartment he wouldn’t care about how much noise they make – in fact, he kind of loves how responsive Taehyung is, even if his neighbours probably don't. But right now he’s acutely aware of Jimin and Jin in the nearby rooms and how much they may overhear.

Taehyung doesn’t reply, just nods furiously and buries his face in the pillow. Yoongi runs a soothing hand over his spine before returning it to his hip. The muscles of Taehyung’s back flex under his skin as Yoongi starts to move again. A moan slips immediately from Taehyung, this time muffled by the pillow. Yoongi has to bite down on his lip to stop himself moaning too.

Yoongi sets up a similar pace to before he stopped to suggest lowering the volume, hard and fast. He fucks Taehyung with obvious need, despite the fact that they just had sex last night too. Taehyung pushes his hips back just as desperately so Yoongi knows he’s not the only one overcome with this relentless want. It’s a nice thought, that he can get Taehyung just worked up as the younger does to him.

He may have reminded Taehyung to stay quiet, but it does nothing to silence the telltale creak of the bed and clanging of the headboard against the wall. Yoongi’s past the point of caring by now though. The heat has been coiling in the pit of his stomach ever since Taehyung woke him up his morning with heated kisses on his neck and an obvious erection pressing into Yoongi’s hip.

“Fuck Yoongi, right there,” Taehyung pants out, head turned to the side and voice just as loud once again.

It is beyond the realms of possibility for Yoongi to stop now so he lets Taehyung be as loud as he wants. He’ll just have to deal with the knowing looks and smirks from the others later. He grips Taehyung’s hips harder, doing exactly as requested. Rasped out grunts fall from his own lips and he can tell he’s close. Taehyung must be feeling the same way as Yoongi notices one of his hands slip beneath him, wrapping around his cock and eliciting another drawn out groan.

Yeah, that’s it,” Taehyung murmurs, eyes closed and brow pinched together. “I’m gonna come Yoongi, fuck."

The words have barely left his mouth when Yoongi feels him tighten around his cock, Taehyung’s jaw going slack as a moan gets caught in his throat. Yoongi keeps going, hips still moving until Taehyung starts to shudder at the sensitivity. Yoongi pulls out, achingly hard but not wanting to make Taehyung uncomfortable. The younger rolls onto his back, looking all kinds of satisfied and it sends a sharp jolt into Yoongi’s lower body. Yoongi wraps a hand around himself, still seeking that relief.

“God, Yoongi, you look so good,” he says, voice low and almost dreamy. “Wanna see you come.”

It’s enough to make Yoongi’s orgasm hits him after only a few strokes of his hand. He gasps out Taehyung’s name, body falling forward as he comes hard, spilling over Taehyung’s stomach. He stays still for a few moments afterwards, letting the delicious, hazy feeling seep fully through him, before collapsing onto the bed next to Taehyung.

“Sex is great isn’t it,” Taehyung says with a happy sigh, before hastily adding, “y’know, with each other.” The random statement makes Yoongi chuckle breathlessly, a smile crossing his lips.

“It’s okay I guess.”

Taehyung huffs jokingly at Yoongi’s teasing reply.

“Whatever. You know it’s amazing.”

Yoongi’s smile gets smaller, but much more fond. “Yeah, I do."

Taehyung lets out a low hum, sounding relaxed and happy. He reaches down, linking his clean fingers lightly with Yoongi’s. It makes the elder smile. Without thinking he lifts them to his lips, kissing the back of Taehyung’s knuckles, and it draws another quiet, contented noise from him that makes Yoongi’s stomach leap.

They spend the rest of the morning in bed, lazily chatting and occasionally breaking up the conversation with long, lingering kisses. Yoongi loves weekend mornings when they have to time to just relax with each other like this. It takes Taehyung’s rumbling stomach to eventually rouse them from bed, just in time for lunch. Yoongi pulls on his hoodie and jeans that he wore round here last night, Taehyung opting for a cosy sweater and some hugely oversized pants that he seems quite fond of at the moment.


Jimin’s hanging up some laundry on the airer in the lounge when they wander in, lips twisted into a smirk and eyes glinting as he greets them. Yoongi clears his throat awkwardly but Taehyung just replies with a breezy “afternoon!” Yoongi can’t help the blush that creeps onto his cheeks as Jimin surveys them walking into the kitchen.

“Worked up an appetite huh?”

“Ah Jiminie, don’t be jealous of our awesome sex life,” Taehyung replies in an airy, sing song voice, and Jimin just shakes his head in amusement. 

Taehyung fixes them some lunch as Yoongi hovers uselessly, leaning against the counter and occasionally accepting a light kiss or ass grab from the younger. He feels like he can’t stop smiling and he’s glad that his friends aren’t here. The teasing about how gone he is for Taehyung is already relentless enough. In the midst of the sandwich preparation Jin wanders in.

“Hey guys, love your work,” he winks at them, before cracking up into laughter at his own comment. “That was quite the soundtrack to wake up to this morning.”

“Least your room isn’t right next to Tae's,” Jimin sighs dramatically.

Taehyung rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother responding this time. Instead he looks Jin up and down, dressed up for the chill outside, and raises an eyebrow.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asks. “Thought your plans for today were entirely couch based.”

“Nowhere special,” he shrugs, giving no more information.

“Care to elaborate any further?” Jimin presses.

“Just this protest thing,” Jin mutters. “It’s no big deal.”

“Protesting against what?” Taehyung continues, eyebrow still arched.

“Education stuff,” Jin mumbles, looking unusually flustered.

“You’re protesting against education?” Jimin grins, clearly enjoying seeing the eldest becoming so awkward, quite a rare sight for the typically confident man.

“Not against education,” Jin huffs. “Obviously. Like, budget cuts and stuff. Anyway-“

“What budget cuts?” Jimin asks, still grinning. “Any specifics?”

“I don’t know,” Jin sighs, irritated. “Why don’t you come and find out?”

“Okay, maybe I will.”

“Really?” Jin replies weakly, apparently not expecting that answer. “I mean, surely you have other things to do-”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a shift at the coffee shop today,” Jimin says, seeming to take pity on the elder at last. “I won’t interrupt your date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re going to this protest on your own?” Jimin asks. “That there will be no Namjoon present too?”

“Namjoon will be there,” Jin flushes. “But it’s not a date.”

Taehyung and Yoongi exchange a furtive glance in the kitchen, both recalling their conversation with Namjoon from a couple of weeks ago. Yoongi hasn’t pushed it any further and they’ve not discussed it since. He’s not one to meddle, but apparently the same doesn’t apply to Taehyung.

“Jin, do you like Namjoon?” he asks, straight to the point.

“I- I of course I do, he’s a cool guy,” Jin answers, seeming flustered once more.

“No, but do you like him?” Taehyung pushes. Jin glances nervously in Yoongi’s direction, clearly very much aware of Namjoon’s close friendship with him. Taehyung seems to notice too, adding, “Yoongi won’t say anything.”

“We’re just friends,” Jin eventually says.

“Yeah right,” Jimin snorts. “You’re always staying over at his place.”

Clearly Taehyung hasn’t betrayed Namjoon’s confession to Jimin despite their closeness. It’s a nice thing to know, to realise that Taehyung really means what he says when he promises things. Not that Yoongi expected anything less.

“We just chat and watch movies and stuff,” Jin tells him, unknowingly echoing Namjoon’s words. “Nothing else happens.”

Maybe Yoongi’s hearing things, but he swears that Jin sounds a bit morose as he says it. Perhaps there is hope for Namjoon yet.

“Yeah, but do you want something to?” Taehyung asks, not letting it drop.

Jin’s eyes flit between all three of them, lingering a little longer on Yoongi as though cautious of what he might say to the man in question. Yoongi doesn’t blame him; they’ve all been hanging out together a lot recently, but he’s not really known Yoongi enough to fully trust him. 

“Honestly, I won’t say anything,” Yoongi assures him.

Jin bites his lip and shrugs, trying to affect an air of nonchalance.

“Maybe. But, you know, he would have tried something by now if he felt the same. Sure, he kissed me once but he was so drunk he probably didn’t mean it.”

“Or maybe he’s waiting for you to make the next move,” Taehyung suggests helpfully.

“Yeah, sure,” Jin chuckles. “As if he’d be interested in me.”

“Jin, you’re like, the most confident guy I know,” Jimin says, somewhat bemused. “Why don’t you think Namjoon would be interested?”

“Yeah, I’m good looking, sure,” Jin shrugs. Oddly it doesn’t sound arrogant, more accepting; Yoongi supposes when you’re as obviously attractive as Jin it would be stupid to pretend otherwise. “But he’s like, the whole package. He’s good looking but he’s so clever too. He knows stuff about everything, and cares about so many causes, and- well, I’m not really on his level, am I?”

Everyone in the room looks a little stunned by his confession, Jin included. His cheeks flush a dark pink and he runs a hand nervously through his hair before laughing awkwardly. 

“Jin, god, don’t put yourself down like that,” Jimin tells him earnestly. “Sure, maybe you don’t have thousands of books or a degree in Philosophy but that doesn’t matter. You just have different interests is all.”

“Yeah, don’t try and change yourself to be what you think someone else wants,” Taehyung tells him, the tone of his voice making Yoongi think that he is speaking from experience. A angry heat flares in him from the thought. “You’re an amazing guy, and I’m sure Joon appreciates that without you pretending to be interested in all this stuff.”

“I’m not always pretending,” Jin says quietly. “Joon’s a really interesting guy. I like spending time with him.”

“Then why not just ask him out?” Jimin asks.

“‘cause we’re friends now, you know,” Jin sighs. “He clearly isn’t interested in anything more.”

God, the obliviousness in the pair of them is beyond painful. Yoongi takes back everything he’s ever said about not being one to meddle. He can’t stand to think of both of these idiots liking each other but for insane reasons believing that they’re not good enough.

“Are you sure about that?” Yoongi says, in a way that implies that he knows something more.

Jin’s eyes widen. “Why? Has he said something? About me?”

Yoongi shrugs, not wanting to give anything specific away, and doesn’t answer Jin directly. “I just think that he might not be as disinterested as you think he is.”

“Oh. Right,” Jin says slowly, sounding sort of confused but a bit hopeful too. 

Jimin looks curiously over at Yoongi before turning back to Jin.

“Jin, you better make a move asap,” Jimin grins. “This whole time I’ve been thinking that you two were together. You’ve got some catching up to do.”

Jin doesn’t say anything in response, just buttons up his coat, but there’s a faint smile etched onto his lips as he does so. Yoongi hopes he’s not been out of line by implying that Namjoon may be interested in something more, but if they all sat around waiting for Namjoon to do something about it then- well, it would never happen. And he wants to see his friend happy.

Yoongi’s train of thought gets cut off when a sandwich gets shoved in his face, eagerly held out by Taehyung, and he opens his mouth to take a bite as Jin walks out the door.


“Dude, I can’t believe you’re dumping me for Taehyung. I’m way more fun.”

“No you’re not. You almost got me fired last time.”

“Sign of a good night.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and doesn’t justify the comment with a reply. His company celebrates the end of particularly successful projects with night out for its employees, plus ones allowed. It’s normally pretty low key but vaguely fun - as fun as a night out with colleagues can ever be.

Last time it happened things were definitely not low key. Jeongguk managed to convince Yoongi into bringing him along and– well, the night went downhill pretty fast after that first tray of shots. He doesn’t think he’ll ever erase the image of Jeongguk drunkenly trying to strip to ‘liven things up a bit'. Nor the way that, when Ashley had assumed that Jeongguk was his boyfriend, Jeongguk had decided to play along, loudly proclaiming that he was never breaking up with Yoongi because ‘he could never give up dick that good’. In his own misguided way he probably thought he was being helpful by praising Yoongi to his colleagues. Oh how Yoongi wishes that his boss had not been in the vicinity at that time.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving right about now?” Yoongi says pointedly, noticing that Taehyung should be here any moment.

“Nah, I’ll crash here if that’s okay,” Jeongguk says, scrolling through his phone. 

“No actually, it’s not,” Yoongi says firmly.

Jeongguk looks up from his phone, blinking in surprise. As often as Yoongi grumbles to and about him, he’s never actually told Jeongguk no about anything. Jeongguk’s face falls.

“Why?” he asks quietly.

“Because you don’t live here.”

Jeongguk swallows thickly, looking down at the couch and picking at a loose thread.

“Is it because of Taehyung – am I getting in the way?”

“No, it’s because you don’t live here,” Yoongi says, though it’s said kindly. “Why don’t you ever want to go home?”

“It’s complicated,” he shrugs.

“Tell me,” Yoongi says, even firmer this time, and for the first time ever he hopes that Taehyung is running late. “Please Guk. You’ve got us all worried.”

Jeongguk’s managed to expertly avoid the topic for the last few weeks but it looks as though he might be relenting just a little. Yoongi tries to not be too eager though and lets him talk at his own pace.

“My roommate. He’s- he’s just a dick. I don’t like being around him is all.”

“How so?”

Jeongguk shrugs again, picking at the thread again, reluctant to speak.

Guk,” Yoongi sighs heavily. “If you don’t tell me then-“

“It’s my dad.”


Yoongi’s stomach churns unpleasantly. He’s never met Jeongguk’s dad but he’s heard enough about him to know that he hates the guy. Knows that he belittles Jeongguk, has never been supportive of him, and generally is a nasty piece of work. How Jeongguk has turned out as sweet a kid as he is, Yoongi will never know. His mom is just as bad, though at least she’s no longer around, having moved out of state with a new partner a while back.

Jeongguk’s been the one putting himself through school, having taken a year out after high school to build up enough money to just about get by. Jeongguk’s family isn’t well off so he’s done it all on his own. Yoongi supposes it’s part of the reason why he never begrudges Jeongguk pinching his food or outstaying his welcome at his apartment. 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk laughs bitterly.

“But I thought you had that flat you shared with one of the guys from your course?” Yoongi says gently. “What happened?

“My grandma used to send me a little money to help out but when she passed away last year my mom inherited everything and well- yeah. That’s that. I just about made it work for the last year but with finals a few months ago I couldn’t do as many shifts at work and- well, I couldn’t make the rent. So I moved back in with my dad.”

“God, Guk, why didn’t you tell us?” Yoongi asks. “We could have helped.”

“It’s not your problem,” Jeongguk shrugs. 

Yoongi knows how proud Jeongguk is; asking his friends for money outright wouldn’t be something he would ever consider.

“You’re our friend,” Yoongi tells him. “Of course it is.”

Jeongguk’s about to reply but there’s a knock at the door and he closes his mouth again. Yoongi sighs; he’s never been unhappy to see Taehyung, but he kind of wishes that he had been just five minutes later so that he could talk to Jeongguk properly. 

“That’ll be Tae,” Yoongi says quietly. “I have to go, but we’re gonna talk about this later.”

Jeongguk nods and Yoongi goes to answer the door. Taehyung beams at him when he opens it, leaning in and giving him a kiss in greeting. He walks in, immediately sensing that something is up with the tension hovering between Yoongi and Jeongguk.

“Um, have I interrupted something?” he asks guiltily.

“No, all good,” Yoongi assures him. “I was just telling Jeongguk that there’s pizza in the freezer if he wants any this evening. He’s, uh, staying over tonight.”

“Cool,” Taehyung nods, not entirely convinced that everything is okay but knowing not to press any further.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, but Yoongi doesn’t miss the grateful smile that’s sent his way. He still can’t quite believe that Jeongguk’s been hiding this from them. He knows why though; knows that Jeongguk will see this as some sort of failure on his part, even though that is in no way the case. He definitely needs to have a proper talk with the younger tomorrow. There’s got to be a way they can stop Jeongguk having to live with his dad again.

“Have fun,” Jeongguk tells them. “Tae, word of warning; they don’t like it when you strip. No sense of fun.”

Taehyung laughs at this and sighs dramatically. “So you’re telling me I wore my sparkly thong for nothing?”

“I’m sure Yoongs will still appreciate it,” he winks and Yoongi drags Taehyung out the apartment before this conversation descends any further. 

“Do you really have a sparkly thong?” Yoongi teases as they walk down the hallway.

“Why, you think it would be sexy?”

“I think it would be disturbing.”

Taehyung laughs in that bright way he does when his whole face lights up and shit, Yoongi’s really never going to tire of that. Yoongi grins too, Taehyung’s hand slipping naturally into his own as they walk, and it makes something stir wonderfully within Yoongi’s chest.

“Thanks again for coming tonight,” Yoongi says as they wait outside for their taxi. 

“Thanks for inviting me,” Taehyung replies, looking way too pleased for someone who’s been asked along to a corporate night out. “I mean, it’s karaoke!”

“Exactly,” Yoongi grumbles. 

How this activity got selected he does not know. He fears it was something to do with Ashley, and he has a sinking feeling that she’s going to try to force him to sing Madonna or something she finds similarly gay man appropriate.

“I love karaoke,” Taehyung grins. “I’m gonna get a perfect score tonight. I can feel it.”

“Okay, it’s not a competition,” Yoongi chuckles. “Even if some people do take it way too seriously.”

“Of course it’s a competition,” Taehyung grins. “I’m finally going to get 100% tonight, I’m sure of it.”

Yoongi frowns. “Tae, sorry, but what the hell are you on about?”

“You know, when the machine grades you. It’s on my list to finally get a perfect score.”

“When the machine what?” Yoongi asks, confused. “The machine doesn’t grade you. It just shows you the lyrics.”

Taehyung’s face falls, and the change in expression would be hilarious if it wasn’t for how down he suddenly looks. 


“Yeah, really,” Yoongi tells him. “The night will basically be everyone getting drunk enough to get up on stage and embarrass themselves in front of a bar full of people.”

“Wait, it’s in public?” Taehyung says, looking concerned. “Not like, your own room?"

“No, it’s just at this bar round the corner from our office,” Yoongi explains.

“Please god tell me you at least have tambourines.”


Taehyung looks horrified and Yoongi’s not entirely sure what he was expecting. Perhaps karaoke is different back in Korea. He wouldn’t know; he normally avoids it like the plague no matter what country he’s in.

“Well, this is depressing,” Taehyung chuckles. “If we ever go to Korea, I’m taking you to do this properly.”

Yoongi smiles, cheeks a little warm from the thought of them possibly travelling somewhere together in the future. He nods.


When they turn up at the bar it’s heaving. It makes Yoongi grin widely. The company deliberately chose to hold the celebration night on a Saturday this time round. There was such abuse of the company funds last time that he imagines they put it on a weekend thinking that it would deter most people from coming in their free time; unfortunately, they failed to realise that the staff there will never turn down a free night out, weekend or not.

“Yoongi, over here!”

His colleague Mark waves wildly at him from an area with a few reserved tables, looking already a tiny bit tipsy. Yoongi wouldn’t say that he particularly has any great friends in his office, but he guesses that Mark is the closest to that. He’s a cool guy; not someone he would ever see in his own time, but interesting enough that he can waste some time at work chatting with him at the water cooler.

“Hey,” Yoongi greets as they walk over. “This is Mark from Accounts. Mark, this is Taehyung.”

“Mark from Accounts is my full name, but feel free to call me Mark,” he grins.

“Nice to meet you,” Taehyung smiles, shaking Mark’s hand.

"You too,” he replies. “If a woman called Ashley starts talking to you, run away as fast as you can.”

“Oh, I already met her briefly,” Taehyung tells him. 

“Damn, I feel for you,” Mark says, clutching his chest dramatically. “Anyway, it’s only an open tab for the next hour so I suggest that you go and stock up on drinks. No shots allowed though.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” Yoongi tells him and they duly head off in the direction of the bar. He’s pretty sure that the no shots rule is a direct result of Jeongguk attending last year, and he cringes inwardly.

There’s a mix of people at the bar, some his colleagues and some general members of the public. He bumps into someone as they’re trying to get served and goes to apologise. The guy turns around and he sees that it’s David, one of the guys from the Sales team. The other man instantly flushes.

“Oh, hi Yoongi,” he says awkwardly.

“Hi,” Yoongi says, before adding, “this is my boyfriend, Taehyung.”

“Oh, uh, nice to meet you,” he replies, but Taehyung’s extended hand remains unshaken.  “My girlfriend’s round here somewhere, uh- I’m just going to find her actually.” He glances round nervously before darting away from the bar without actually getting any drinks.

“Okay, that was weird,” Taehyung says, forehead creased. “Is he uncomfortable with you bringing a boyfriend?”

“Yeah probably,” Yoongi sighs, but quickly clarifies when Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock. “I mean, he’s not homophobic or anything. He, um- well, I’m pretty sure he’s gay. But he’s definitely not out, so please don’t say anything.”

“Oh,” Taehyung replies, voice heavy with new understanding. “Of course I won’t. How do you know though?”

“Oh, uh, we might have made out at the office Christmas party one year,” Yoongi mumbles sheepishly. It was a long time ago, but he still feels weird telling Taehyung. 

“What!” Taehyung exclaims, though it’s more in humour than outrage. “Yoongi Min, you dog.”

“Hey, we were both very drunk,” Yoongi chuckles. “And I didn’t initiate it. He just kind of- dragged me into the stationary cupboard and I’d had a lot of mulled wine.”

“You don’t have to justify yourself,” Taehyung grins. “Believe me, we’ve all kissed people we shouldn’t. So long as you’re not still kissing him in the stationary cupboard then we’re good.”

“Definitely not,” Yoongi assures him, before casually adding, “so, who did you kiss that you shouldn’t have?”

“Oh, no one,” Taehyung flushes, embarassed smile on his lips.

“Go on, I’ve told you my scandalous story,” Yoongi presses. “Unless- shit, it wasn’t when we were dating was it?”

He suddenly feels nauseous. He knows that they’re only joking around really, but Taehyung’s unusually awkward demeanour and reluctance to tell Yoongi who it was that he kissed makes the elder feel sort of sick. Taehyung shakes his head furiously.

“God no, of course not,” he says, touching his hand to Yoongi’s arm to assure him of the sincerity of his statement. “I would never. It was a long time ago.”

“Cool,” Yoongi nods, relief flooding through him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung smiles softly. “But seriously, you have nothing to worry about. You’re the only person I want to kiss.”

Taehyung’s words make Yoongi’s heart soar, and he can’t help but smile giddily. Taehyung’s own smile widens and Yoongi almost misses the bartender asking for his drinks order. He orders a drink for both him and Taehyung, the pair clinking their glasses together lightly. 

“So, do I get to know this embarrassing kiss story?” Yoongi asks, still intrigued now that he knows for sure that it wasn’t recent.

“Okay fine,” Taehyung chuckles, rolling his eyes. “No judgement though.”

“Promise,” Yoongi nods.

“It was Jimin.”

That sinking feeling returns in Yoongi’s gut. He’d been a little unsettled by their closeness when he first met Jimin, but he’s gotten over that since. Taehyung’s confession stirs it up once more though, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice.

“I’d just broken up with my ex and Jimin had been so supportive through the whole thing. I dunno, I was drunk and sad and Jimin was just there I guess. It was stupid.”

“Did he, uh, reciprocate?” Yoongi asks, caught between needing to know more and wanting to bleach his brain to rid himself of the image. 

“God no,” Taehyung laughs. “And thankfully he wasn’t weird about it. I was just very lonely and I think he knew that. In fact, the next day is when he got me started on this list idea, saying I needed positive stuff to focus on for myself.”

Yoongi nods and doesn’t quite know what to say. Taehyung chews nervously on his lower lip.

“Shit, should I have not said anything?” Taehyung checks cautiously. “I don’t want to hide things from you, y’know.”

“No, I- thanks for being honest,” Yoongi says before adding with slight chuckle, “just an image I wish I could unsee.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Taehyung replies, looking very downcast. It makes something tighten in Yoongi’s chest.

“Don’t be,” he smiles kindly. “I was the one who asked. I- well, I like that we can be open with each other.”

“Cool. Me too,” Taehyung smiles back, looking relieved.

They make their way back to the table, intercepted just before they can reach it by one of the girls from Human Resources. Yoongi doesn’t speak to her a huge amount, but they met when they chose the same hiding place to avoid enforced team building activities and bonded over how much they hated those things. They sometimes share a grumble about various office gripes by the coffee machine on occasion.

“Hey Heather,” Yoongi greets.

“Hey,” she replies. “Are you ready for a night of terrible singing and drunk colleagues?”

“Not really.”

“Same,” she chuckles. “I’m here for the free drink then I’m off.”

“How you got a job in HR I will never know.”

“I lied on my CV. I said I was a team player.”

Taehyung laughs quietly next to him and Heather looks over curiously. Her brow furrows.

“You look different from last time,” she says. “Though maybe it’s because you have clothes on right now.”

“Oh, that wasn’t me,” Taehyung flushes, grinning awkwardly. “I’m Taehyung. And I promise to keep my clothes on.”

“Shame,” she sighs mischievously. “That sure did liven things up.”

“Jeongguk will be pleased to know his efforts were appreciated,” Yoongi replies. 

“Well, I was sent over here to tell you to keep your boyfriend in check in this time, but seems you have a new one I think we’re good,” she winks. “Have fun guys.”

She instantly heads off towards the bar to make the most of the company tab.

“Jeongguk wasn’t my boyfriend,” Yoongi calls after her, but she’s already gone.

Mark’s shaking his head and grinning when they sit down. 

“Dude, no one’s ever gonna believe that Jeongguk wasn’t your boyfriend,” he snickers. “The guy literally talked about your dick for twenty minutes.”

“He’s never even seen it,” Yoongi sighs heavily and he feels the shaking of Taehyung’s laughter where he’s pressed into Yoongi’s side.

“I feel I have a lot to live up to,” Taehyung grins. “He left quite an impression.”

“Too much of an impression,” Yoongi mutters, and Taehyung just laughs again.

The night passes by pleasantly. Everyone gets steadily more drunk and Taehyung is everything that Yoongi thought he would be; friendly, charming, and winning over every single person that he meets. Yoongi worries that he keeps looking at Taehyung a little too fondly whenever he introduces him but fuck it, he can’t help himself. 

Eventually people start getting dragged up on stage to sing karaoke, everyone protesting greatly apart from Ashley and her small group of office girlfriends who murder a couple of Mariah Carey tracks. Yoongi notes that she didn’t bring a plus one with her, so he wonders if things fizzled out with the buff looking guy from the online dating. Mark gets pulled up at one point to do a painful rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody with a few of the others from the Accounts department that leaves Yoongi with earache.

“If you’re bored we can leave,” Yoongi tells Taehyung once they have a moment to themselves.

“No, I’m enjoying it,” he smiles back. “Unless you want to go?”

“No, I’m okay,” Yoongi replies. He’s actually having not too bad a time, though that might be due to all the alcohol he’s consumed. He pauses, looking at Taehyung a moment, his heart skipping in that dumb way it does when he watches the younger. “Everyone thinks you’re great.”

“Whatever. They’re just being polite,” Taehyung says dismissively.

“No, they’re not,” Yoongi tells him. “You’ve made more friends here in three hours than I have in three years.”

Taehyung just rolls his eyes. Yoongi gets an overwhelming urge to kiss him, so he leans in and places a light kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. It makes a smile break out across Taehyung's face and shit, Yoongi honestly has no idea how he’s become so lucky. 


“Oh shit,” Yoongi sighs as Ashley comes barrelling towards them.

“It’s you two up next. Pick your song.”

“I really don’t want to sing,” Yoongi tells her.

“Everyone says that, but then they love it once they’re up there,” she grins. “Look at Mark!”

Mark is currently belting out a hugely off-key note on stage but he does look like he’s having fun. It’s still not likely to convince Yoongi.


“Oh come on, all the couples have to do a song together,” she tries again.

“I have seen literally zero couples performing songs,” Yoongi states. “No.”

“It… might be fun?”

Yoongi whips his head round to stare at Taehyung, eyes narrowing. 

“You traitor,” he mutters, barely heard over Ashley’s excited squealing. Taehyung shrugs apologetically, though there’s the slightest glint of deviousness in his eyes.

“See, Taehyung wants to do it,” Ashley cajoles, and Yoongi’s screwed. He can turn down Ashley, but he’s a fucking sucker for Taehyung’s pleading look. He sighs, loud and pointed.

“Fine. One song.”

“Oh, how exciting!” she exclaims. “Here’s the song list.”

She thrusts a huge file at them, full of hundreds of song choices. 

“I think you should do a nice ballad,” she advises. “How about Celine Dion?”

“Fuck that,” Yoongi snorts, flicking through the book.

“Okay, well, I’ll let you guys look,” she says, only slightly flustered by Yoongi’s snappy reply.

Yoongi sighs again as he browses the song list. Taehyung seems much more excited, occasionally letting out hums of consideration or little excited noises. 

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Yoongi grumbles.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he grins.

“Nothing fun ever follows those words.”

Yoongi’s a terrible singer and so he veers towards the hiphop tracks, hoping for something he can rap along to at least. He has no idea what Taehyung’s rap skills are like though. 

“Oh, how about this one?” Taehyung suggests.

Yoongi peers down at the track. Empire State of Mind. He had to admit, he quite likes the track.

“You’ll sing the chorus?” Yoongi checks.

“Sure,” Taehyung nods. “I’ll be the Alicia Keys to your Jay Z.”

Yoongi bursts out laughing. “How romantic.”

Taehyung grins.

They take to the stage with muted applause, apart from Mark who whoops excitedly and Heather who yells out a loud “take your clothes off!” before being shushed by her manager. Yoongi can see Ashley sitting amongst the seats, actually leaning forward in anticipation of their song choice.

Yoongi feels kind of nervous. He knows it’s only karaoke and it’s not like he’s never been on a stage before, but that’s different. When he’s rapping his own stuff he goes into a different persona almost, allows himself to explore another part of him. But he’s not quite ready to do that in front of his colleagues, people he’s going to work with on Monday morning. The backing track starts up and Taehyung’s beaming at him, giving him a thumbs up, and Yoongi takes a deep breath.

The words start displaying on the small screen but to be honest Yoongi knows them almost by heart. He liked this track a lot when it came out and memorised most of it fairly swiftly. He doesn’t really look out into the crowd as he starts rapping, glancing occasionally to the screen to jog his memory. It takes a few moments to get into but he soon falls into an easy delivery, words lilting and emphasising at all the right points. He catches sight of Taehyung who’s smiling so widely at him, and it gives Yoongi an extra boost.

The chorus takes over and Taehyung starts singing, and Yoongi freezes. He’s lower in pitch than the original song and his accent seems to come out a little stronger when he’s singing, but fuck- his voice is beautiful. It’s deep and sultry and smooth, and Yoongi is stunned. He worries for a moment that he may actually be gaping. Taehyung looks somewhat bashful as he sings but his voice stays strong. Yoongi had no idea that he would sound so good. He almost misses his cue to start rapping again, caught up in watching Taehyung instead.

When he does begin the next verse he somehow gains in confidence slightly too. He allows himself to act more like he normally does on stage, body movements cockier than usual and adding little accents to different lines. Taehyung’s still grinning at him and he can hear a loud “Yoooongiiiiii” from the crowd that he imagines is from Mark.

Yoongi actually enjoys himself on the stage with Taehyung, and is almost a little sad once the track is over. He doesn’t want to brag but he feels like they perhaps get a louder cheer than most once it’s finished. A few colleagues definitely give him a thumbs up as he walks past them, including a few barely recognises.

“What the fuck man?” Mark exclaims once they return to the table.


“Where the hell did that come from? You were all like, swag and shit up there. And you can really rap, like damn.”

“Yeah, it was cool,” Taehyung grins.

Yoongi shrugs, not really good at taking compliments even though he kind of likes receiving them. He especially likes how proudly Taehyung seems to look at him. He’s never told anyone at work that he raps, and he guesses it’s nice that they all seemed to enjoy it.

Mark gets dragged away to join another group performance, this time of some godawful country song that Yoongi’s thankfully never had to hear before in his life., and hopefully never will again. Yoongi shifts in a little closer next to Taehyung, mouth pressed to his ear to speak over the music and awful singing.

“You sounded amazing, baby,” Yoongi tells him truthfully. “I had no idea that you could sing like that.”

“Ah, it’s nothing special,” Taehyung shrugs, before smiling widely. “You were awesome though. It was like I was seeing Suga in concert.”

“Well, you know Suga throws the best backstage parties,” Yoongi murmurs lowly, starting to become less interested in drinking and more interested in taking Taehyung home. Maybe it’s helped by the small rush of adrenaline from performing, even if it was just karaoke. 

“Is Suga referring to himself in third person?” Taehyung teases lightly.

“He might be,” Yoongi replies playfully, risking a light nip to Taehyung’s earlobe.

Taehyung laughs, turning to face Yoongi, eyes shimmering with both fondness and anticipation. 

“How can I refuse an invitation like that?” Taehyung smirks, handing moving to rest on Yoongi’s knee as he bites down on his lower lip. There’s a short pause before he adds, “I don’t have to call you Suga all night though, do I?”

Yoongi laughs too, shaking his head and trying not to focus on how Taehyung’s fingers start stroking lightly over his kneecap. Thankfully all his colleagues are far too inebriated by this point to notice anything and he lets himself enjoy the teasing touch. 

“Definitely not.”

“Good,” Taehyung replies, leaning in and bringing his own lips close to Yoongi’s ear, breath hot against him. “‘cause I think that Yoongi’s a much better name to moan.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath in, very much ready to leave the bar right now. 

“Guk’s going to regret staying over tonight, isn’t he?” Yoongi says.

“Almost certainly.”

Taehyung grins and Yoongi grins right back.