taegi au— 🔞 taehyung has a reputation that precedes him: he’s an...

taegi au— 🔞

taehyung has a reputation that precedes him: he’s an excellent student, captain of the basketball team, and a ladies man, but after a steamy encounter with another guy, everything -even himself- starts to crumble down

“I’m feeling hopeful, too,” Taehyung mutters. “You give me hope…”

“Taehyung…”

He pulls away slightly, forehead pressed against Yoongi’s. “I’m not leaving you again,” he repeats. “I don’t wanna go through that again, I missed you so much.”

Yoongi exhales. “Missed you, too.”

“When I’m with you, I feel like- it’s like everything is okay, that I-“

The secretary clears her throat. “Gentlemen, if you could please take this somewhere else—“

Taehyung glances at her. “Im trying to do something here, could you give us a few seconds?”

“This isn’t the best place to- do whatever you’re trying to do,” Yoongi chuckles.

“I wanna make a confession!” Taehyung stomps his feet. “I have to do it now otherwise—“

“It can wait, Tae,” Yoongi says. “Let’s go somewhere more private, okay?”

Reluctantly, Taehyung lets Yoongi drag him out of the principal’s office. “Where do you wanna go? Your room? My place?”

If he’s gonna tell Yoongi that he loves him, doing it at his apartment sounds like the best option. “Yours, let’s go to yours.”

The halls aren’t crowded, so Taehyung lets his pinky curl around Yoongi’s as they make their way out of the facilities. “That poor secretary must be traumatized,” Yoongi chuckles.

“She’s so rude, she interrupted us.”

“What were you even trying to do?”

Taehyung presses his lips together. “Later, I’ll tell you once we’re alone.”

“You’re so ominous.”

He’s about to reply when he spots a couple a few feet from them. Taehyung freezes on the spot as soon as he recognizes who they are. Dread fills his body.

“Mom, dad…”

His parents look at him, then at Yoongi, then at their pinkies tangled together. Taehyung pulls his hand away, but it’s too late, they already saw, and they don’t seem happy.

His father speaks first. “Kim Taehyung, we have to talk.”

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"do you think we
can stay as
friends?"

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It takes Taehyung a couple of minutes to start talking. Yoongi was surprised when he found him standing at his door, wearing his hoodie and exhaustion all over his features. He tiptoed around Yoongi like he was scared of him, but with a hug, he calmed down a little.

And now they’re on the couch, and Yoongi has Taehyung’s head on his lap as he tells him about what went down at the principal’s office. He’s sad about the team’s dissolution, about Mark’s betrayal and his expulsion, about missing the Universiad, about the rumors.

Yoongi, to the best of his abilities, tries to make him feel better. He can’t say much since he’s not in his shoes, but he tries.

“You know, I feel like I’m your patient or something,” Taehyung laughs.

“I don’t let my patients use my lap as a pillow.”

“Ah, I’m special then.”

“You know you are.” Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, something that seems to relax him. “Did you tell your parents about what happened to the team?”

“Yeah, they are not happy. Missing the Universiad means missing a chance to get scouted, so… they’re bitter.”

Yoongi stays quiet.

“You know, they’ve never visited before,” Taehyung continues. “They’ve never been to any of my games, they only care about the final score and the sponsors. But they came over just to give me a piece of their mind… they could’ve just texted.”

“But what pissed me off the most was the way they talked about my brother… they told me to stay away from him, that he’s no longer part of the family, that my job is keep my good grades and keep playing basketball. I was so close to tell them, I wanted to tell them…”

“What did you want to tell them?”

“That I’m also a cocksucker,” Taehyung says. “That’s what they call him, by the way… I wanted to scream at them, yell that I love sucking cock too, but I froze. I froze and let them get in my head. It’s exhausting talking to them.”

Taehyung talks and talks, mostly about his parents; he doesn’t have many good things to say about them, but he cares for them and tries to make them happy, being a good student and excelling at basketball. It’s clear that they’re using him to get them out of their current status.

Yoongi doesn’t tell him that, because it’s not his place. All he can do is listen to him and hope that, one day, he realizes that. Maybe then he’d stop living to fulfill his expectations, and then he’d be truly free and happy.

But for now, he’s chained to them.

“They’ve reduced my monthly allowance, said that I don’t need that much money… I can only afford food now, which is great, but I’m limited.” Taehyung sighs. “If Jin hyung finds out, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“You should tell him, let him help you…”

Taehyung shakes his head. “I dunno, he has bills to pay and two boyfriends,” he laughs. “Maybe I should get a job… the bar you used to work at, are they hiring?”

“I could ask,” Yoongi hums. “You ready to get hit on by every single customer?”

“Are they gonna flirt with me?”

Yoongi huffs. “You’re gorgeous, they’d be crazy if they didn’t.”

“Ah, I dunno… I’m not sure if I’d be comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Taehyung glances up at him, a cheeky smile on his lips. “Oh, really? Would you get jealous?”

“Yes,” he says flatly.

“Well, well, how the turntables…”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Taehyung chuckles and gets comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. “If I worked there, I wouldn’t get any tips… I wouldn’t be able to flirt back, or I’d just turn them down.”

“You can entertain them, play along,” Yoongi suggests. “The bar pays well but the tips are better.”

“I’m not good at flirting.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I flirt with you, there’s a difference.” Taehyung pouts. “You’re pretty and I like you, I don’t know any of those other people.”

Yoongi looks away to hide his blush. “I could ask my former boss, I’m sure they’d give you a spot there… with that face and that body, they wouldn’t reject you.”

“I don’t think a bar it’s the best place for me, I drink wine from the bottle…”

“They’d teach you.”

But Taehyung shakes his head. “I’ll figure something out. It has to be low key… if my parents find out, I’m not gonna hear the end of it.”

Yoongi presses his lips together, stopping himself from saying anything that could cause an argument. “I could look for options.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

“No problem.”

Yoongi accompanies his silence, playing with his hair, poking his nose and chuckling when Taehyung swats his hand away with a huff. He’s so fucking cute, he adores him, but his heart aches for him.

After a while, he remembers.

“Hey, that day- you said you had something to tell me…”

Taehyung stills. “Did I?”

“Yeah, a confession of some sort,” Yoongi reminds him. “What was it?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. “Hmm… can’t remember.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sorry.”

But deep down, Yoongi knows he’s lying.

It would be pointless to pressure him to talk; as a therapist, he knows when a person is lying, and he knows how to get the truth out of them, but he’s not Taehyung’s therapist, therefore he can’t treat him as a patient.

“Don’t apologize, are you staying for dinner?”

Taehyung does stay, and Yoongi makes some homemade comfort food, which Taehyung devours. Seeing him like this, stress free and happy as he eats his food, it makes him so utterly happy.

As they’re cleaning up, Yoongi asks him: “Are you staying the night here?”

“Can I?”

“You’re always welcome here,” Yoongi says.

Taehyung worries his lower lip before nodding. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

After brushing their teeth and changing to more comfortable clothes, Yoongi guides him to the bedroom and makes the arrangements for him to take the bed.

Taehyung frowns when Yoongi grabs a pillow and heads to the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take the couch.”

“What? Why?”

“I just thought-“

“We’ve slept together before, I’ll stay in my side of the bed.”

Yoongi sighs. “Tae…”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone, hyung.”

It’s the way he talks, the way his voice quivers in the end, the way his eyes widen like a scared puppy, afraid of being abandoned. Yoongi considers himself a strong man, but Kim Taehyung is his weakness. “Okay, okay… I’ll stay.”

Sharing a bed is easy; what’s hard and almost intolerable is the silence that follows after. Face to face, Yoongi refuses to close his eyes, and Taehyung doesn’t seem in a hurry to fall asleep either. He reaches out and traces the bracelets with his fingertips.

He looks pensive as he does it, a little sad. The smile on his lips is nostalgic as he says: “You didn’t lie when you said you never took them off.”

“Of course not, they’re special to me.”

Taehyung sighs. “Hyung…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we can stay as friends?”

It’s disheartening, hearing say those words, but what else did he expect? “Is that what you want? You want us to be just friends?”

Under the moonlight, Taehyung looks at him with dark eyes. “No.”

“Then what do you want us to be? What do you want me to be?”

“I don’t want you to be anything, I want you to be you,” Taehyung says. “I want you to be happy.”

“How?”

“I dunno.” He scoots forward, dangerously close. “I don’t want you to change because of me.”

“I’m the same guy you met that night… I’m still absolutely yours.”

At his silence, Yoongi continues. “I’m always gonna want more, you know that… but if that’s what you need, if you want me to be your friend, then I’ll be just that. I’m a grown man, I can deal with it.”

“I just don’t wanna lose you…”

“You won’t, okay? You won’t. I’m here.”

He watches as Taehyung takes deep breaths, big eyes insecure yet hopeful. They’re like a mirror, in which Yoongi can see his own reflection. “I’m here,” he repeats.

Taehyung sighs. “Yes, you are.”

And then he leans forward, pressing their lips together.

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"what are you
wearing?"

╰ ╯

So here’s the thing: Yoongi has nothing against dating; he loves it, actually. So far, all of their little dates have been incredible, he is getting the whole shy romance experience, holding hands, kissing knuckles, smiling at each other like fools… it’s been perfect.

But he’s not gonna lie and say that he’s overly happy about the no-kissing, no-fucking rule. He gets it, he understands why Taehyung is doing it, yet it’s getting on his nerves. He’s not mad at Taehyung for trying to keep things slow, but he’s been horny for almost two weeks.

His patients and his PhD keep him busy, but when the sun sets and he’s all alone, or after a particularly amazing date, Yoongi would try and find the kind of satisfaction that he craves for. It’s not the same, though; the release is good, but Taehyung is not there.

Today, Taehyung was quiet. They saw each other last night and texted in the morning (he always texts him good morning messages and a selfie), but it’s been crickets since then. His last tweet was a little ominous, but Yoongi supposes that it has nothing to do with him.

He pushes those thoughts aside and decides to take a bath and use on of his toys to finish off his day. It might not feel as good, but it’s something… he needs to come, even though he came last night.

But just as he’s settling in bed, his phone rings.

It’s an incoming call. “Taehyung?”

“Hi, hyung.”

“Hey.” Yoongi drops his bottle of lube and his fleshlight. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just wanted to talk to you…”

Yoongi chuckles. “We talked a little this morning.”

“Yeah, but those were texts. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Aww,” Yoongi teases, even though he’s grinning like an idiot. “You sure do know what to say to make me feel special.”

“You are, that’s why I’m dating you.”

“I love those little dates you planned for me,” Yoongi says. “They were cute.”

“My courting is working, then.”

Yoongi snorts. “Courting. You make me feel like a Victorian lady.”

“You’re not a lady, though.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re a pretty guy with a massive dick.”

“Leave me and my dick alone!”

Taehyung cackles on the other line. “I bet you’re pouting right now.”

“I don’t pout.”

“Yes, you do,” Taehyung retorts. “It’s actually very cute, makes me wanna kiss you.”

Yoongi sighs and leans against the headboard. “Too bad you don’t kiss on the first date… or the second… or the third…”

“Yeah, yeah, I said that, didn’t I?”

Something in his voice feels off. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, weird. Like, nervous.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Ah, I am a little nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about, it’s only me,” Yoongi says.

Taehyung sighs. “Precisely.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy again,” Yoongi tells him.

“I’m just a little shy about the question I wanna ask you.”

“What is it?”

He hears Taehyung’s intake of breath. “Hyung…”

“Yeah?”

“What are you wearing right now?”

Yoongi is a little taken aback by the question; he looks down at himself, and decides that he's not gonna tell Taehyung that he's naked. "Just a shirt and sweatpants," he says, covering his exposed body with the covers. "Why?"

"Oh, I was just curious…"

"You were curious about my clothes?"

"Um, yeah…"

Yoongi giggles. "There's nothing special about them, they're a little boring."

"Huh." After a beat of silence, Taehyung makes another strange question. "Where are you right now?"

"Home?"

"No, but… which part… fuck."

He hears Taehyung's annoyed groan, but Yoongi doesn't understand what he's trying to say. "What's wrong?"

"Hyung… ask me what I'm wearing."

"Why?"

"Just… ask me."

"Um, okay… what are you wearing?"

"Your hoodie."

"Oh."

"Just your hoodie. Nothing else."

Yoongi's brain short-circuits, and before he knows it, he's sitting up, phone gripped tightly against his ear. "Nothing else?"

He hears a small whimper, low and fleeting, but Yoongi catches it. "Fuck, your voice… so deep…"

"Answer me."

"I'm only wearing… your hoodie."

Taehyung sounds out of breath, muffled– he's probably in bed, as well, wearing that damn hoodie and nothing else, with those fucking sun-kissed legs tangled in the sheets, and that vision is enough for Yoongi get hard in two seconds. Still, he backtracks for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Taehyung lets out a breathy moan. "Touching myself."

"You're—" Yoongi closes his eyes and fights the urge to apply some friction on his erection. "Kim Taehyung…"

"Yeah?"

"Are you trying to imply that you wanna have phone sex?"

Taehyung laughs. "God, you're so pretty and so hot… but you're also really fucking slow."

The sheer disrespect. "I didn't know we could– You won't even let me kiss you, how did you expect me to know–?"

"I miss you," Taehyung interrupts him. "And I'm really horny."

Yoongi could say “fuck it” and start right away; god knows he’s horny as well, desperately so. Phone sex is something he’s never done before, which is why he’s a little hesitant, but Taehyung is already a whimpering mess, and Yoongi suspects he won’t have to do much.

Taehyung likes it when Yoongi is a bit mean, when he uses his lowest register and tells him what to do. He might be new at this but he’s gonna try his damn best to wreck him with his voice and commands. He just prays that he doesn’t sound like a newbie.

“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about me?” he asks, tossing away the sheet that’s covering him. “You want me?”

“Want you… so much…”

“Don’t think you deserve it,” Yoongi clicks his tongue. “You’ve rejected my kisses, baby, hurt my feelings.”

Taehyung whimpers. “Hyung…”

Torn between the urge to laugh and just go straight to business, Yoongi traces his fingers all over his chest. “Made me really sad…”

“Wanna kiss you… all the time…”

“Doesn’t seem like you do.”

“Hyung, please…”

Yoongi groans. “Fuck, I love when you beg.”

“Please,” Taehyung repeats. “Tell me- tell me what to do.”

Not wanting to waste another second, Yoongi asks him: “You have lube nearby?”

“Yeah…”

“What about those toys you bought? Got one of them?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want— don’t wanna use them.”

“How come?”

“They don’t feel as good,” Taehyung breathes out. “I want the real thing…”

“And what would that be?” Yoongi wraps his hand around his cock, squeezes a little, but doesn’t tug. “What do you want?”

“Your fingers,” Taehyung moans. “Fuck, I love your fingers. And your tongue…”

Yoongi closes his eyes as he remembers that glorious day in which he fingered him and made him come untouched. “Want me to eat you out again?”

“Ngh—“

“You taste so good, baby.” Yoongi starts jerking himself off in slow movements. “Your ass… fucking amazing.”

Taehyung whimpers again, the sound comes out muffled. “Hyung, tell me— tell me what to do.”

“Okay, okay. Pour some lube on your hand,” Yoongi says as he reaches out to grab his own bottle. “You’re gonna finger yourself for me, yeah? Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I- I can do it.”

There’s some rustling on the other side of the line, the tell telling sound of a cap being opened. “How- how should I do it? On my back? My stomach?”

Yoongi smiles at the shyness in his voice. “However you feel more comfortable, it’s up to you, baby.”

“Gonna do it- on my back.”

“Good.”

“That way I can- pretend you’re watching me,” Taehyung says. “I can pretend you’re here with me.”

Yoongi’s brain dies a little more. “Yeah, I’m there. Put your phone on speaker, hm? Make sure both of your hands are free.”

“It’s been on speaker since I called you.”

“Good boy.” Yoongi grabs his fleshlight and slides it down his shaft, and since he used a lot of lube, the squelch is loud and clear.

“What- what was that sound?”

“You’re not the only one with toys, honey.”

“Which one are you- using?”

Yoongi chuckles. “I’ll show you later.”

Taehyung doesn’t protest, and Yoongi wants to praise him again, but they have things to do. “Now, reach back for me, tease that pretty hole with one of your fingers… don’t push in yet, okay?”

“Hm, okay.” He’s not very vocal as he does it, humming and sighing once in a while.

“Feels good?” Yoongi prompts; he’s not using the toy of his choice just yet, but Taehyung’s pretty sounds keep him hard and ready. “Talk to me.”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung says. “Not enough.”

“What did I tell you about being greedy?”

“I’m horny!”

“So impatient…”

Taehyung chuckles. “You know I am.”

Rolling his eyes at his cheeky tone, Yoongi gives him another instruction. “You can push in, now… go slow, don’t hurt yourself. Little by little, hm? Let your body get used to it.”

“Does it always feels weird at first?”

Yoongi hums. “Hm, a little. Is it not good for you?”

“It’s just- I’ve tried to do this, a couple of times.” Taehyung sighs. “Haven’t been able to use more than one, it’s just so weird…”

“It gets better, remember? You liked it so much, you came just with that.”

At this remark, Taehyung lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck, yeah- came so hard.”

“See? You just have to get used to it, be persistent.” Yoongi traces one of his nipples with his fingertips. “Practice makes perfect.”

“Bet it would feel way better if you- were the one doing it.”

Yoongi smiles. “But I’m there, baby… I’m right there, watching you… can you see me? Between your legs, kissing your thighs? Making sure you’re doing well, making me proud.”

“Hyung…”

“You ready for another one, hm? Are you loose enough for two?”

Taehyung's breath catches in his throat; he can hear the intake of air, a barely-there moan, pleased yet nervous. "I- I think so," he says. "Um, should I- Should I use more lube?"

"If you want," Yoongi says. "Wanna know what I'd do, hm?"

"Yeah, yes."

Yoongi settles against the headboard, closes his eyes again, pictures himself between Taehyung's strong thighs; god, he'd do anything to be in his room, where he had him all for himself for the first time. At Taehyung's desperate plea for more, Yoongi laughs, endeared.

"First, I'd lean down to kiss that spot I love so much, the dip between your collarbones," he mutters. "You always make the prettiest sounds when I kiss you there…"

"F-feels… good…"

"Mhm, and when I play with your nipples… you like that as well, don't you?"

"Yeah," Taehyung gasps. "Love your fingers, your lips… I love– hyung~"

As slowly as possible, Yoongi starts jerking himself off with the fleshlight, makes sure it's loud so that can Taehyung hear. "Fuck, baby, I wanna eat you up…"

"I– I have two now… inside of me…"

He gets flashbacks of their beach date, when he did just that, slid two fingers inside of him and made him come apart. “Feel the stretch? The slight burn?”

“Mhm,” Taehyung sounds a little spacey, reminding Yoongi how easily he drifts away; it’s so adorable. “I can feel it.”

“Make scissor movements with your fingers,” Yoongi instructs. “Remember how I did it? Go slowly, listen to your body, listen to what it wants, what if feels good.”

Taehyung gasps, moans unabashedly as he obeys him. “Fuck…”

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing so well.”

Yoongi has started to move faster, pumping the fleshlight up and down his shaft, following Taehyung’s staccato whimpers and breathy moans. They’re enough to take him there, knowing that Taehyung is thinking about him, that he wants him as much as he does.

There’s a pause on the other side, followed by a muffled grunt. “This is hard…”

“What is?”

“Doing it by myself.” Yoongi can almost hear his pout. “It’s easier and better when you do it.”

“Turn around then, get on your stomach… you can use a pillow, it helps.”

Taehyung huffs. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to- reach.”

“Trust me,” Yoongi stops his hand and waits for the other to get into position. “You will, you have long arms.”

After some rustling and a few sounds of discomfort, Taehyung’s breath hitches again. “Oh…”

“See?”

“I’m using- two again.” Taehyung lets out a breathy chuckle. “It doesn’t feel weird anymore.”

“Good, very good.” Yoongi resumes his movements, keeping them under control. “Do you wanna try with three?”

“Three…”

“Only if you’re ready, and if you want to.”

“I am, I’m ready.”

His enthusiasm is endearing, as well as really fucking hot. It takes Yoongi a whole amount of inner strength not to start fucking into his toy like he’s dying to. “Go ahead, baby, use more lube if necessary.”

“The burn… it feels kinda nice.”

“Fuck…”

Taehyung makes a strangled noise, and just like that, Yoongi knows he has three fingers inside of him. “Oh, god…”

“Good boy,” Yoongi groans, using the fleshlight in the way he wants and needs. “I’m so, so proud of you…”

“Hyung, I—“

“Shh, I’m right here.”

Taehyung is loud as he fingers himself, and Yoongi wishes he can see what is he doing, how does he look, whether he’s humping the pillow or not, the faces he’s making… “what- what are you thinking about?” Taehyung asks shyly.

“Hmm, I’m thinking about you.”

“Be- ah, specific.”

Yoongi grunts. “I’m thinking- that I’m the one making you feel good, that those are my fingers, that I have my tongue inside of you…”

“Hyung~”

“That I’m kissing your back, between your shoulder blades, marking you up with my teeth…”

Taehyung gasps. “Fuck, yes.”

Yoongi lets his imagination take over him and he tells him the most unspeakable things, dirty and nasty, so much that he’s a little ashamed of himself. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, clearly riled up by them, crying and sobbing, begging for more.

He hiccups as he says, “I want- more.”

Yoongi stills. “You want four? Baby…”

“No,” Taehyung interrupts him. “I want- your cock.”

“Taehyung…”

“I want you to fuck me,” he whines. “Want your dick, inside of me…”

Yoongi’s brain short circuits again; he doesn’t think he’s gonna be able to recover from this, the sudden confession takes away the leverage he had and now he’s the one groaning and whimpering out of control. “Baby…”

“It would feel so good, I just know it.”

“Yeah, I’d-“

Taehyung laughs breathily, like he knows he’s calling the shots. “With that big, fat cock… stretching my ass and making it burn… fuck, I’d feel you for days, huh? I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit down.”

“Shit, yeah, baby, you- I’d ruin you for everyone else.”

“I don’t- I don’t want anyone else,” Taehyung whispers. “Just want you, and your gigantic dick.”

That should’ve been a mood killer, but Yoongi is way too lost to care; he feels tears prickling from the corner of his eyes, hand moving faster and faster.

He imagines that the fleshlight is Taehyung; Yoongi knows he’d be much tighter, warmer… and the thought of fucking him without a condom comes to mind. It’s just a fantasy, of course, but he pictures himself reaching his orgasm inside of him, how messy it would be…

The best kind of mess, and he’d eat it right out of him, kiss him, let him taste it… “Tae, fuck…”

“You’re- you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? How tight I’d be? Never been fucked before, you’d be the first…”

“Shit…”

“Want you to be my first, and my last. The only one.”

Yoongi is gone, gone. “I’m gonna- baby, I’m—“

“Yeah, come for me, hyung.” Since when is Taehyung telling Yoongi what to do? When did this happen? “Think that you’re coming inside my ass…”

“Oh, god.”

“Want that? Wanna fill me up?”

And that’s it. Yoongi is done.

He doesn’t even hear Taehyung reaching his own release. He literally blacks out for a moment, and when he comes down from it, Taehyung is panting the way he does it after an orgasm

“Motherfucker…” Yoongi breathes out, body limp and burning up.

Taehyung has the nerve to giggle.

“How was it?” He asks with that cheeky tone that infuriates him in the best possible way.

“You’re a little shit,” Yoongi huffs, tossing away his toy. “Who told you it was okay to say all that stuff?”

“I was just being honest, hyung…”

Yoongi snorts. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!”

Still a little dubious, Yoongi huffs. “You just said that to make me come.”

“No, I said that because it’s the truth,” Taehyung insists. “I wanna do- those things with you. I wanna do everything with you.”

“Everything?”

Taehyung hums. “Everything.”

Yoongi’s cheeks warm up even more. “Oh, yeah? Even that part of me coming inside of you?”

Taehyung, the little shit, giggles again. “Wow, I did say that, huh.”

“You did… asshole. Caught me off guard.”

“Hm, I guess I’d like to try that, as well. What do you think?”

Yoongi chokes on his own spit. “I think this phone call needs to end before I do something stupid.”

“Stupid like what?”

“Like me showing up at your door.”

“And what’s stopping you?”

“I wanna be courted some more, baby, it feels nice.”

Taehyung groans. “Hyung…”

“It was your idea to spoil me and treat me like a Victorian lady, now I can’t get enough of it,” Yoongi chuckles.

“Ugh!” Taehyung protests. “Fine, I’ll give you one more week of that.”

“No way, I want three months.”

“Three months?!”

“Minimum.”

At this, Taehyung grunts. “I’d die, hyung, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

Yoongi laughs at Taehyung’s dramatic remark; they’re both so desperate for each other, but choose to stay apart for the right reasons. “When the time comes… we’ll know, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll wait for you, for us.” Taehyung sounds sleepy now, he even yawns a couple of times. “In the meantime, I will keep- courting you- like you deserve.”

“Hmm, I’m so lucky.”

“Will you do the same?”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate. “Of course I will.”

For a moment, he thinks that Taehyung has fallen asleep; he can hear his breathing, slow and steady, like a lullaby made exclusively for Yoongi. But then Taehyung says: “Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Hyung, I—“ Taehyung stops himself. “I think I—“

“You what? What’s wrong?”

Taehyung, however, chuckles and says, “Nothing, I’ll tell you some other time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Get some sleep, hyung.”

He ends the call, and Yoongi spends thirty minutes awake in bed, wondering what Taehyung wanted to say to him.

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"you kissed me…
in public"

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// quick!! i can't make choices on my own so pls help

Taehyung's body is buzzing with excitement as he walks down the halls, sporting a grin on his lips. Yeah, some people might say it's only basketball, but the idea of being able to finally play again… he never thought he'd touch a ball and feel the thrill of a match.

Besides now being able to follow Yoongi's Twitter account, this is probably the best news he's ever had. Coach gave him permission to work with Bogum and Jaemin to make a new team, and the tweet he posted got a lot of buzz, many students want to be part of it.

So to say that Taehyung's in such a great mood would be an understatement. He's smiling to himself while he walks down the corridors, greeting the alumni and some professors he knows, but he comes to a halt when he spots a familiar figure leaned against the wall.

"Yoongi…"

He didn't know he'd be here; granted, Yoongi mentioned something about his PhD, but it never occurred to Taehyung that he'd come to campus, and Yoongi never said…

Yoongi is busy talking with two people, a girl and a guy, both of them around his age.

Taehyung has never seen them before, and maybe that’s why he gets a little- anxious. The guy is not flirting with him, he just seems friendly, but the girl- Taehyung can see it, the way she looks at him, how she attempts to catch his attention with giggles and cute faces.

By now, Taehyung knows better; after the fight at the bar, he’s tried really hard to control his impulses, anger, jealousy, violence… and he knows that Yoongi doesn’t like anyone else but him, he’s been vocal about it. Still, the sight irks him; that girl needs to back off.

Taehyung and Yoongi might not be a couple, not yet, but he’s gonna make sure everyone knows that Yoongi is out of limits. Why? Because he’s in love with him and he won’t let anyone nor anything stand between them. He did that once and he almost lost him forever.

One good look at his surroundings tells him that they’re definitely not alone; the halls are crowded and Taehyung is not fond of making a scene if it isn’t in the basketball court; but then the girl reaches out and grabs Yoongi’s arm, and Taehyung makes a decision.

With firm steps, he walks towards him as he ruffles his hair; it doesn’t take Yoongi long to notice him, and when he does, he grins, eyes a little shocked but still welcoming. “Hey, you,” Yoongi greets him.

“Hey,” Taehyung blatantly ignores the other two people present.

“Funny to see you around here,” Yoongi says. “Undergrads don’t come here often.”

“I had a meeting with Coach, about the basketball team,” he explains. “And I could say the same thing about you… you didn’t mention you were dropping by.”

“Didn’t I? I mentioned something related to my PhD, I know I did.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say—“ Taehyung stops himself. He doesn’t want to have this conversation with that girl listening to every word they say. “Doesn’t matter. Is everything okay?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Yeah, it’s just- my degree is killing me and—“

The girl clears her throat. “Oppa, aren’t you gonna introduce us? Who’s he?”

“Psht, he doesn’t need any introduction,” the other guy says. “Don’t you know Kim Taehyung? Captain of the basketball team?”

Taehyung blushes a little at the remark, and he can see Yoongi’s shit-eating grin, chest puffed out in pride. “Ah, yeah, that’s me. Hi.”

“There isn’t a team anymore, right?” The girl laughs a little. “After what happened that night at the bar…”

“Dahye, come on, be nice…”

The girl, Dahye, laughs. The sound is obnoxious and all, but what pisses him off is the way she scoots even closer to Yoongi. “I’m just saying! It’s what I heard!”

“Don’t tell me you followed that account!” The guy grimaces. “You’re almost 30.”

“It was funny!”

“You think it’s funny to ruin other people’s lives?” Taehyung snaps at her. “Would you think it’s funny if someone spread lies and intimate stuff about you?”

Dahye takes a step back. “I mean, it’s not that serious—“

“Not that serious?!”

Yoongi’s hand wraps around his arm.

One look at him reminds Taehyung to take a deep breath, simmer down the anger boiling in his veins.

“I think we started with the wrong foot,” Yoongi says calmly. “Tae, this is Dahye and Minho, they are psych majors as well.”

Taehyung wants to laugh at the fucking irony.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he tells Minho, who nods in return. When he turns to Dahye, he says: “You? Not so much.”

Minho laughs as the girl lets out an offended gasp, cheeks angry red. “You deserved that, actually,” he chuckles.

Taehyung is glad to see the girl turning her back of them, but she doesn’t walk away; she and Minho stay close, probably waiting for Yoongi.

“Hey, you okay?”

Taehyung scrunches his nose. “Yeah, thank you for- the grounding.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You put your hand on me.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Is that all it takes?”

“When it comes to you, yeah.” Taehyung is not ashamed to admit it; Yoongi is his safe place, his shelter. “Actually, I’m glad that I ran into you… I believe there’s something you’re waiting for.”

“Me?”

After a nod, Taehyung gets closer, lets his hand find Yoongi’s and wraps his fingers around his. “Did you forget my part of the deal?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Deal…?”

“Unlimited access to your Twitter account for a kiss.”

“Ah, that…”

“Yeah, why? You don’t want it anymore?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, I- I still want it, um. Should we- go somewhere else?”

“Nah,” Taehyung says as he glances at Dahye, who’s looking at them in anger. “Here’s fine.”

“What—?”

And since Taehyung loves messing around with him, he places a kiss on his knuckles.

“There,” he giggles. “A kiss.”

Yoongi glares at him as he pulls his hand off Taehyung’s grip. “I hate you, you cheated!”

“I said I’d kiss you, but I never said where,” Taehyung laughs. “I didn’t cheat!”

“Go away, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore!”

Taehyung tries to hold his hand again, but Yoongi doesn’t let him as he searches for his phone. “I’m blocking you right now, hard blocking you, I can’t believe you did this to me—“

As he continues to laugh, Taehyung reaches out for him. “Hyung, come on…”

Yoongi ducks and jumps around to avoid him while he goes through his phone, surely looking for his account to block him. “There, it’s done. Good luck trying to read my tweets next time, dumbass.”

Even angry as he is, Yoongi still looks so fucking pretty.

He’s the prettiest person he’s ever seen. And he loves him. He’s so in love with him.

And maybe that’s why Taehyung doesn’t think twice before grabbing his face, pushing him against the wall and smashing their lips together.

Everything comes to a halt. For a couple of seconds, nothing exists except for the two of them. Yoongi makes an startled sound as Taehyung presses against him, but he’s too shocked to return the kiss, so Taehyung giggles and mutters against his mouth, “kiss me back, baby.”

He feels Yoongi smiling into the kiss as he returns the gesture, shy hands holding him by the hoodie he’s wearing, tilting his chin up to deepen the kiss. God, he’s missed him so much, the hint of coffee on his tongue, the tangerines on his skin. He can’t get enough of him.

Taehyung doesn’t even hear the intakes of breath and cheering until he pulls away, just slightly, just enough to get some air back into his lungs.

Against his lips, Yoongi murmurs, “you kissed me.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“In public.”

Taehyung chuckles. “I did that, too.”

“What were you thinking?” Yoongi is in disbelief, out of breath, shivering in Taehyung’s arms.

“I’d do it again,” he replies. “I don’t wanna hide anymore, I don’t wanna hide you. I want everyone to know that I- that I like you. That I’m yours and no one else’s.”

Yoongi smiles. “You sure know how to make a point.”

“Mhm, I do.” Taehyung leans forward to press a small kiss on his lips. “Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“I’m just- surprised. Didn’t see that one coming.” Yoongi swats his arm. “Asshole…”

Their bubble is broken when Minho clears his throat. “I hate to shatter this wholesome moment,” he says. “But, um, Yoongi? They’re calling for you.”

Yoongi groans. “Fuck, I need to go.”

“It’s okay, hyung, I know I’m dating a nerd.”

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

Taehyung grants his wishes, and he cups Yoongi’s face gently, presses a chaste but long kiss on his lips before pulling away. “Text me, yeah? Lemme know when you’re free…”

“Why? You gonna court me some more?”

“No, I’m gonna ask you to be my boyfriend.”

Yoongi gives him a cheeky smile. “Dunno if I’m gonna say yes, I’m kind of fond of the courting.”

“Courting and being boyfriends aren’t mutually exclusive,” Taehyung retorts. “I can do both at the same time.”

“Oh, yeah? You think you’re ready for that?”

Taehyung nods as he steps back, giving Yoongi a chance to fix his clothes and hair. “Been ready since you gave me another chance.”

Yoongi pins him down with just one look. “You earned it. You’ve been so good to me…”

“I can be even better.”

Minho makes an agonizing sound. “Guys, come on, they’re waiting for Yoongi…”

Yoongi laughs. “I have to run, but- we’ll see each other later, yeah?”

“Of course.”

Taehyung is already walking away when Yoongi calls his name. “Kim Taehyung!”

He turns and finds Yoongi starting at him with the gummy smile he loves so much. “Just so you know… I’m gonna say yes.”

Taehyung places a hand on his heart. “Thank god.”

Yoongi sends him a flying kiss before disappearing into the crowd.

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"i think this
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// quick help me choose a pov for this scene!

It was a night of many emotions, a hurricane that swept Yoongi off his feet; during the recital, as the pianist hit the first keys and started to play a song he used to practice a lot when he was younger, Yoongi found himself tearing up instantly.

He thought of his mom, when he used to have her, when she'd wave at him with a proud smile while recording him from her seat during his own recitals. Yoongi didn't know how Taehyung came up with this idea, but he was glad, and he didn't let go of his hand for one second.

Taehyung insisted on driving him home, even though Yoongi said he could get a cab. "That's not the right way to court your future boyfriend" he said. So far, he hasn't asked The Question, and Yoongi wonders when he'd do it. Maybe he should do it himself… Taehyung has done enough

"Thank you for such a lovely evening," Yoongi says. They're outside his building's entrance, the night is cold and he's freezing; all he wants is to go inside to warm up. "I had a great time."

Taehyung smiles. "I'm glad to hear that, hyung. I had fun, too."

"I really loved the recital, &the little jazz concert, the drinks…" Yoongi tries to stretch it out for as long as he can. "You never stop to surprise me."

With his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, Taehyung takes a step forward. "I wanted you to know that I'm serious."

"I know that you are." Seoul might be freezing cold tonight, but Yoongi's cheeks heat up at the intent of Taehyung's wide, honest eyes. Looking down, he asks: "Would it be too much to ask…?"

Taehyung frowns. "What is it?"

"Wanna have ramyeon?"

He watches as Taehyung attempts to fight back a smirk, lower lip trapped between his teeth. "Ah, hyung, I think you're moving way too fast for me."

Yoongi knows he's joking, but he still gets annoyed. Rolling his eyes, he huffs. "Forget it then, goodnight."

"No, wait–"

"I guess I'm gonna have to take care of myself tonight," Yoongi teases before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Such a shame, I even prepared myself for–"

He can't finish his sentence as Taehyung grabs his face and kisses him right there, in the middle of the street.

He is a little taken aback my the sudden display of affection, but he returns the kiss just as fervently, not caring about the pedestrians or his neighbors. "You kissed me in public," he breathes out. "Again…"

"And I'm gonna eat you up in public if we stay here another second."

Yoongi grins and grabs his hand, drags him into the building and barely manages to greet the doorman before heading for the elevator. It's late, which means they're alone and they don't have to worry about other people interrupting them once the doors close.

Still, despite the privacy, they don't attack each other's mouth like expected; instead, they get impossibly close, and Yoongi throws his arms around Taehyung's neck, and Taehyung smiles before placing his large hands on his waist, pulling him even closer.

“Hey, pretty.”

Yoongi’s eyes flutter close. “Hi, baby.”

With their foreheads pressed together, their noses brush as they share the same air. “Missed you,” Taehyung mutters. “Missed having you like this.”

“Hmm, me too.”

After licking his lips, Taehyung asks, “did you really- prep yourself? Or were you just messing around with me?”

Yoongi smirks. “I’d never mess around with you.”

The grip on his hips tightens up. “Shit…”

“Felt a little hopeful, couldn’t help it.”

Just as Taehyung lets out a guttural sound, there’s a ding and the elevator doors open. “We’re here,” Yoongi remarks before taking a step back. His body is thrumming with the anticipation, heart beating loudly against his ribs. “Come on, someone might see us.”

“Let them.”

Glancing at him over his shoulder as he walks towards his door, Yoongi says, “you know? I really like this new side of you… so carefree and ballsy.”

“I’m tired of hiding.” Taehyung drapes himself over Yoongi’s back. “I want everyone to know that I’m with you.”

He hates to admit it, but his words, his closeness, the small puffs of air against his neck- they do things to him, and he struggles with the code. Taehyung has to remind him the last two digits because of how distracted he is. Kim Taehyung is a menace, that’s what he is.

His flat is dark except for a little lamplight by the window; he lives there so he knows the place by memory, and Taehyung has been at his place many times, he knows his way around it as well. The anticipation is killing him but he takes his shoes off, because he’s not an animal.

And Taehyung imitates him, intent eyes glancing at him from time to time; it’s no secret that they both want the same thing, Yoongi invited him for it, and they have waited long enough, it would be useless and stupid to drag it out even more. Yoongi, however, is nervous.

What if, in the middle of it, he blurts out those words? What if he confesses with Taehyung balls deep inside of him? Or what if he says it before they even take their clothes off? Or post orgasm, when his brain is mushy? Would that kill the mood? Would that scare him away?

Taehyung has just started to be more bold and sure of himself, with all those dates and his tweets that everyone can see. Yoongi doesn’t want to put any kind of pressure on him, say the wrong words that could possibly ruin the beginning of something that’s still very new.

But Taehyung has other plans; he doesn’t know about Yoongi’s inner dilemmas so as soon as they’re both free of their shoes and coats, he ducks down to catch Yoongi’s lips with his own, hands immediately reaching out and grabbing him by the waist.

A surprised sound escapes his mouth when Taehyung corners him against the kitchen counter, kissing him without missing a beat. Yoongi finds leverage on his arms, strong and firm, and he drools as he imagines them wrapped around him, his weight on top of him…

But the asshole stops just as Yoongi starts getting hard. “Wait…”

Yoongi groans. “Haven’t we waited long enough?”

“I just realized I haven’t asked you to be my boyfriend,” Taehyung says. “And I don’t wanna do it if you’re not- I wanna ask you. I wanna do things the right way.”

Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, Yoongi sighs. It’s both endearing and annoying, he’s so torn. “You already know the answer to that, come on.”

“But hyung~ I wanna be romantic.”

“Fine,” Yoongi grunts. “Ask me, then.”

“You’re angry, I can’t do it if you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry, I’m just really horny,” Yoongi corrects him. “You’re blue-balling me.”

Taehyung pouts and cups his face. “Give me a smile and I’ll ask you.”

“For fuck’s sakes…”

“Just one, come on. You’re so pretty when you smile… please?”

And Yoongi might be annoyed as hell right now, but he can’t deny anything to him. Not with that disarming pout, not when he says “please” with that baby voice he’s so weak for. So he looks at him and smiles, and he even blushes a little but that’s just normal when he’s around him

Taehyung grins. “There you go… so pretty.”

Ignoring the butterflies in his stomach clashing with his erection downstairs, Yoongi swats at his arm. “Taehyung…”

“Hey, pretty boy…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend again? May I please have a second chance with you?”

It’s kinda stupid, but Yoongi’s eyes feel somewhat misty when he asks that question. He knew that he was gonna ask and yet there he is, seconds away from spilling a couple of tears. “Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“I need a full sentence, pretty.”

Yoongi ignores the wave of heat that spreads all over his lower belly and says, “yes, I, Min Yoongi, accept of my own volition to be your boyfriend. Now, can you please fuck my brains out?”

“You’re so romantic, hyung,” Taehyung chuckles. “But yes, I can do that.”

The trip to the bedroom is not long; Yoongi doesn’t even have to walk because Taehyung grabs him by the back of his legs and lifts him up, which takes Yoongi’s breath away.“Gonna take my sweet time with you,” he mutters against his lips. “You’ll see.”

This display of dominance from his part is not new, but Yoongi knows that he could turn things around rather easily. Taehyung doesn’t need much to become a pillow princess, just one look, one word, and he’d be gone, he’d be jelly under Yoongi’s fingers.

This time, however, Yoongi decides he’s not gonna do anything to change the dynamics. He’s gonna do whatever Taehyung says, he’s gonna let him have control tonight, because Yoongi wants that as well, his body is aching for it; he wants to be pushed down and just let go.

Taehyung undresses him with swift movements, and by the time they’re both naked, Yoongi is already crying; they haven’t done anything yet, he’s so overwhelmed with multiple emotions. He’s horny, yeah, but he’s also very much in love and scared of saying those words out loud.

It might be the trauma, it might be the fact that it’s perhaps a little too soon, but as Taehyung scatters kisses all over his back, Yoongi promises himself he’s not gonna tell him. It could get tricky when Taehyung slides inside of him, but he’s gonna try.

“Missed you so much,” Taehyung says, one hand between his shoulder blades, the other making his way down, down, fingertips caressing every patch of skin they can reach. “I’m so fucking in— god, hyung.”

Yoongi whines when there’s a slight pressure on his entrance. “Me too.”

“You really are ready for me, huh.” Taehyung must’ve noticed that he’s well prepared. “I don’t think I need to do much…”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Yoongi babbles against the mattress. “Come on, lube, condom- nightstand drawer.”

Taehyung presses his lips on Yoongi’s bare asscheek

“Not so fast, honey,” he mutters against his tailbone. “Seeing you like this made me really hungry.”

Yoongi’s confusion only lasts a couple of seconds before realizing what he meant. “Oh, you’re gonna—“

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums, and then he dives down.

Taehyung eats ass very carefully, not as messy as Yoongi’s technique; his movements are slow and well thought of, a little methodical, text-book almost. He’s probably new at it, because he sucks dick the same way, but there’s enthusiasm in them, and it gets the job done.

Although Yoongi prefers his rim jobs a bit sloppier, it still feels really good. Face well settled between his ass cheeks, Taehyung is sweet and caring, licking and lapping his hole tenderly while his hands squeeze his thighs, buttocks and cock.

Yoongi loses track of how much time he spends like this, ass up, face down, legs quivering whenever Taehyung finds a sensitive area, when his thumb presses down on his cockhead and droplets of precum ooze from the slit. It’s good, it really is, but he wants more.

Looking over his shoulder, he finds Taehyung frowning with his eyes closed, focused on his task at hand. It’s kinda cute, he thinks, how hard he’s trying. “Baby, come on…”

Taehyung pulls away with a huff. “Won’t even let me eat ass in peace, damn.”

“You can do more of that later, I need your dick,” Yoongi whines and he shakes his ass to reinforce his statement. “Fuck me…”

Taehyung gives him a slight spank before reaching for the nightstand drawer. “You’re so bossy, did you know that?”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

As he fumbles with the condom and bottle of lube, Taehyung glances at him with a weird look. “Yeah, I love everything about you.”

Yoongi has to press his lips to avoid saying something stupid; he needs to remind himself that this is not the right time. It’s too soon.

“Yeah, me too, now fuck me.”

Taehyung spanks him again, a bit harder this time, and laughs when Yoongi whimpers. “You’re lucky you’re pretty and I like so much…”

His words are followed by a blunt pressure on his entrance, and then he slides home.

They both groan in unison, Yoongi muffles the sound with the pillow but Taehyung is loud as he sinks into him till he’s balls deep, fingers grabbing his hips with an iron grip. That’s gonna leave bruises for sure, and Yoongi loves the idea of being marked up.

Although he promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to take over and own him like he knows he can, Yoongi circles his ass to let him know he can move. It gets a grunt in return. “Hold on, I didn’t even prep you,” Taehyung says. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Which is sweet, but also really fucking annoying. “I told you- I did it myself. Took three fingers, I don’t need- I’m ready, come on.”

He hears Taehyung’s deep sigh. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you won’t hurt me,” Yoongi assures him. “You’d never hurt me…”

Taehyung lets out a breathy groan. “Come here,” he says before grabbing him by the arms and hoisting him up. With his back flushed against Taehyung’s chest, Yoongi moans, feels his cock sinking even deeper, the tip brushing his sweet spot.

“Like this?” Taehyung asks.

He’d take anything at this point; the back of his neck falls on Taehyung’s shoulders as he wraps his arms around him, holding him tight. Yoongi doesn’t have anything to grab onto except Taehyung’s biceps, muscles strained from the effort. “Yeah, just like that…”

And when Taehyung starts pounding into him, Yoongi is gone. It’s not hard to let go, because Taehyung doesn’t give him time to think or even breathe. He keeps his movements deep and steady, teeth sinking in his neck with every thrust.

He’s a generous lover, Yoongi noticed that the first time they were together, with Siwoo. He knew how to fuck and knew words that could turn anybody into a blushing mess. When he had control, he knew exactly how to use it.

So it’s no surprise that Yoongi finds himself limp and plaint, mouth parted as Taehyung fucks him from behind. It’s worrisome, because he could say those words and he wouldn’t even know it.

“Missed you,” Taehyung groans. “Shit, I missed you so much.”

Yoongi moans, since he can’t speak right now.

“Love the sounds you make, love how good you feel around me,” Taehyung continues to babble on. “God, hyung, I lo—“ But whatever he was about to say, it gets stuck on his throat and Taehyung chooses to kiss him instead.

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to come. Like this, overwhelmed with Taehyung’s presence, his warmth, his precise thrusts, Yoongi’s body seizes up and shudders as spurts of cum land on the sheets. He thinks he says something, but he doesn’t remember.

In fact, he doesn’t remember anything besides being flipped and bent over, Taehyung sliding back inside of him with one swift slide. He only remembers being kissed, deeply, sweetly, and Taehyung’s thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own orgasm.

It’s a blur after that. Yoongi sort of feels Taehyung’s gentle words, praises, loving promises muttered against his lips and neck. When he comes back from it, he finds Taehyung running a towel over him, cleaning him up. “You okay?”

“Mhm…”

“Do you need anything?”

Blissed out, Yoongi shakes his head. “Just stay close.”

“Of course.”

Taehyung settles next to him, fingertips tracing his features, eyes, lips, nose, jawline… and little by little, Yoongi’s brain comes back to life. “Hmm, that was so good,” he says with a smile. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” Taehyung leans down to press a chaste kiss on his mouth. “I was a little surprised, you know? You were… quite docile tonight.”

Yoongi chuckles. “I went easy on you, don’t get used to it.”

“It’s fine, I like when you get all dom on me and shit.”

As Yoongi laughs, Taehyung takes care of the sweat on his forehead and neck, making sure he’s comfortable, covering him with a blanket in case he gets cold. Their hands find each other, and Taehyung kisses his knuckles one by one. Fuck, Yoongi is so in love with him.

He glances at their lock hands and notices the bracelets around his wrist. Smiling, he gets an idea. It’s silly but Yoongi thinks it’s time.

Taehyung frowns when Yoongi sits up abruptly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just gotta do something.”

“Can’t it wait? Aren’t you tired?”

“Shush.” Yoongi turns his back on Taehyung as he struggles with the bracelets; he makes sure to only take off the one with the letter Y, which is a little tricky.

“What are you doing?”

Cheeks flushed, Yoongi hands him the red bangle. “Here… I think this belongs to you".

It takes a while to get a reaction out of him; Taehyung just stares at the bracelet, doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. Yoongi worries his lower lip. “Tae? Don’t you- You don’t want it anymore?”

But then he looks up and Yoongi can see his eyes filled with tears.

Taehyung reaches out to take the red string from Yoongi’s hand. “Of course I want it, I’m just— can I really have it back?”

“Yeah, it’s yours, it’s always been yours,” Yoongi chuckles. “Now you can take my name wherever you go, if you want, but if you don’t then that’s okay—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because Taehyung cups his face and kisses him hard, his tears wetting Yoongi’s cheeks. “I’m gonna wear it,” he mutters after pulling away. “And I’ll never take it off, okay? Everyone will know I belong to you.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You belong to yourself and no one else, but I am your boyfriend, and I’ll be with you through thick and thin, I promise you that.”

After a nod and another searing kiss, Taehyung struggles with the bracelet for a while before giving up.

“I can’t- this is hard,” Taehyung protests; he looks adorable with his red nose and teary eyes, a pout on his lips as he fumbles with it. “My hands won’t stop shaking, I—“

“Here, I’ll do it for you.” Yoongi’s hands aren’t much better, but he manages to close the clasp. “There.”

Taehyung examines the bracelet for a couple of seconds before grabbing Yoongi’s wrist and placing it next to his. “They looked good on you, but they look even better on us.”

“Cause that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“With their rightful owners.”

“That’s right.”

Taehyung leans forward and presses his forehead against Yoongi’s. “I won’t fail you again, I’ll be better this time, I—“

“Hey, shh,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You were great before, okay? Don’t think for a second that you failed me… because you didn’t, understood?”

Taehyung smiles, new tears rolling down his cheeks. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“You worked hard for it,” Yoongi mutters. “And you’re really fucking hot, I’d be crazy to reject you.”

“So you’re only with me because of my looks?” Taehyung asks with a pout.

“That’s right,” Yoongi plays along. “Your looks and your big dick.”

“It’s not as big as yours though,” Taehyung smirks against his mouth. “Why are you so fucking huge?”

Yoongi groans. “Stop talking about my dick.”

“You started it.”

“Shut up and fuck me again.”

Taehyung pouts. “Hyung, when are you gonna do me?”

Yoongi chokes on his own spit. “Do you, Jesus Christ.”

“I mean it!” Taehyung pushes him down on the mattress, looming over him. “When is it gonna be my turn?”

“Maybe some other time,” Yoongi sighs. “Don’t be greedy.”

“Why can’t it be now?” Taehyung insists as he settles between his legs. “We could do it tonight, I’m ready…”

“I’m afraid taking it up the ass takes a lot of preparation,” Yoongi says. “Not only fingering but also a few other things…”

“Like what? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

There’s a reason why Yoongi doesn’t want to “do him”. Besides the hassle of hygiene and douching, Yoongi is one hundred percent sure that if he fucks him, he’s gonna say it. He’s gonna say those words out loud, and he can’t risk it… it would be too soon and so embarrassing.

He barely managed to confess tonight, fucked stupid and overwhelmed by the fact that they’re back together. One minute into his tightness and he’d be gone.

No matter how strong Taehyung’s puppy eyes are, Yoongi shakes his head. “Later, okay? Now put your duck inside of me.”

Taehyung huffs, annoyed. “Fine, but you forgot to say please. Where are your manners, hyung?”

“Oh, you think I’m gonna go easy on you this time, huh?”

Taehyung’s eyes darken instantly. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Yoongi loves his enthusiasm, but he knows what makes him tick.

So he flips them over, and now he’s the one on top of him. “Please, I’m gonna make you my pillow princess in seconds, haven’t you learned your lesson?”

Taehyung licks his lips. “By all means, put my in my rightful place.”

And so Yoongi does exactly that.

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Truth is, Taehyung doesn’t know how the hell he ended up like this. All he did was casually mentioning that he had contacted Yoongi’s former boss for the bartender position, “I have a job, hyung! I start next weekend!”, and that was it.

Yoongi said congratulations with a clenched jaw and dark eyes, and before Taehyung could process the sudden shift in his behavior, he was being dragged into bed and ripped out from his clothes.

Which is why he’s here, legs spread open, with two fingers inside of him.

He’s not complaining, obviously; Yoongi is being a little mean tonight, sharp edges around the words he mutters against his ankle, fire in his eyes as he stares at the way Taehyung writhes and arches his back when Yoongi brushes that bundle of nerves.

He ate his ass before, and he was sloppy and really fucking nasty about it, so Taehyung is more than riled up, with tears already clouding his vision. The sobs he lets out seems to amuse Yoongi, who laughs whenever Taehyung says “please.”

“Please what?” he chuckles.

Taehyung hiccups. “More, gimme more…”

There’s a sting on his inner thigh. “Manners, Taehyung.”

“Hyung… please.” He whines when Yoongi slides a third digit inside of him, and yeah, it feels good, but it’s not enough. “More, I want more, please, I- I need more.”

Yoongi laughs again -god, he’s so mean, Taehyung loves him so fucking much- before making something with his wrist that has Taehyung’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Yeah? You want four?”

“No, I want-“ Taehyung gasps. “I want your cock. Fuck me.”

Yoongi honest to god growls, slaps his inner thigh even harder with a resounding "no" that turns Taehyung into a sobbing mess. Despite the negative response, he doesn't let it discourage him. "Fuck me, fuck me… please, hyung…"

"Shut up," Yoongi grunts. "I said no."

Crying and upset, Taehyung reaches out to grab a handful of Yoongi's hair; he tugs at it, and he'd smile at how pretty Yoongi sounds when he hisses– but right now he's really horny and wants that dick of gargantuan proportions.

"I'm ready," he says. "I- I did the thing."

"The thing?" Yoongi asks between gritted teeth.

Taehyung blushes as he confesses: "I washed- there. I'm clean, I wanna- Want you to fuck me. Please," he adds quickly, before Yoongi can remind him to be polite. "You said you'd do it, remember? That phone call we had…"

Eyebrow raised, Yoongi wraps his free hand around Taehyung's leaking cock; he's been edged and played with for so long that even the minimal contact hurts enough to tear up.

"I never said when," Yoongi sneers. "And really, you're in no position to demand things, /baby."

Taehyung is crying like a total loser, but he still grits out, "fucking asshole", because honestly, why is Yoongi so adamant on torturing him, refusing to give him what he wants. "I hate you- so much," he adds for good measure.

"I know you don't, now turn around."

He obeys, how could he not? Taehyung might be upset and frustrated as hell (he jumped around the bathroom with water in his ass for nothing) but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued… and really turned on. Mean And Strict Yoongi holds a special place in his heart.

When Yoongi settles on top of him, Taehyung pushes his ass up, a poor attempt to get that friction he's craving for, but Yoongi pushes him down with a grunt. "You want me to fuck you, huh? Think you'd be able to take me?"

Taehyung shudders. "I-I'm sure, I can do it."

Chuckling, Yoongi bites down on his shoulder, drags his cock between Taehyung's ass cheeks and laughs some more when Taehyung tries to chase it. "You're so cute, you're such a good boy," Yoongi mutters against his skin. "But I'm not gonna fuck you tonight, understood?"

“Hyung…”

“Not tonight, baby.” Yoongi places a kiss between his shoulder blades. “But if you wanna get fucked so badly, I know something that you might like.”

“Oh?” Taehyung twists his neck to look at him. “Do you wanna- my throat?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Your thighs.”

“My thighs?”

“Hmm.” Yoongi sits on the back of his legs and lets his fingers trace lazy patterns on the skin, thumbs coming up to rest just below Taehyung’s butt cheeks and spreading them to expose his entrance. “It’s not the same, but if feels good. Wanna try that?”

At this point, he’d try anything Yoongi has to offer, so he nods, a bit unsure- he’s never done that before, yet Yoongi is the expert here and he trusts him. Taehyung watches as Yoongi grabs the bottle of lube and slicks his cock with a generous amount.

“I like it wet and messy,” Yoongi offers as an explanation.

“I know you do.”

“And your skin might be soft but it will feel much better like this.” Yoongi applies some lube on his thighs and his natal cleft as well. “It’s not going to hurt, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung mumbles as he watches in awe the way Yoongi preps him, costing his cock with even more lube. “I trust you, hyung.” And I love you, he wants to add, but this is not the right time.

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiles at him. “Thank you for trusting me.”

That’s all he gets before Yoongi is placing his dick between Taehyung’s ass cheeks and pushing forward. They both moan at the same time, Taehyung a bit more high-pitched than Yoongi, more pathetically. “Oh, that’s…”

“Feels good?”

“It’s kinda weird, but yeah…”

Yoongi grunts in response, dragging his cock up and down, the tip sometimes catching on the rim; he never pushes in, of course, and Taehyung can’t help but to fantasize how would it feel when he finally does that, if it would burn, if it would make him cry.

“Shit, will my cock even fit in there?” Yoongi’s voice is deep, a little shaky, a clear sign that he’s just as affected as Taehyung.

“It will,” Taehyung mutters. “I’ll make it fit.”

Yoongi laughs. “That’s the spirit. Close your legs for me. Squeeze them really tight.”

Kinda of thrown off by the request, Taehyung obeys hesitantly. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” Yoongi leans down to kiss the back of his neck. “This is called intercrural sex… or to put it simply, thigh sex.”

“Thigh sex?”

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs.”

Taehyung has no idea what that means, or how would that work, but he’s more than willing to learn. “Go ahead, then. They’re all yours.”

After a playful spank, Yoongi pushes his cock between Taehyung’s legs, settles on top of him, and begins to thrust.

He’s not gonna lie: it is weird. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do except lying there, letting Yoongi have a go with his thighs. His cock feels big and thick between them, slippery, making these lewd noises that sound straight out of a porn movie.

Yoongi’s grunts and growls help to make things less awkward; at least he’s having a good time. But then his cock brushes that spot below his balls, and Taehyung whines. “There you go,” Yoongi chuckles. And when Taehyung squeezes his legs even more, he groans. “Fuck yeah.”

Yoongi starts slamming his hips, and Taehyung’s butt cheeks sting a little, but it’s good, it’s really fucking good; his own cock finds the friction it needs in the sheets, the drag is kinda dry yet it gets the job done. The bed is gonna end up messy but they’ve done worse.

“Feels good, hyung?” Taehyung says over his shoulder. “Is it tight, just how you like it?”

“Mhm, yeah, it is.”

Taehyung is still somewhat bitter than he didn’t get fucked tonight, so he says, “bet my ass is even tighter, huh?”

Yoongi groans. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Bet you’d like that even more,” Taehyung continues. “You wouldn’t last five minutes inside of me, right?”

A pathetic, strained sound leaves Yoongi’s mouth; his hips falter, as well as his arms. “Baby…”

“I’d feel you for days, wouldn’t I? You’d stretch me out so well…”

Yoongi is close, Taehyung can tell by the way his movements become sloppier, uncoordinated, harsh breathing warm against his neck. “Yeah, I’d ruin you, I’d ruin you for everyone else.”

“I don’t want anyone else, hyung… just you, only you.”

Yoongi shudders on top of him. “That’s right, only me.”

Taehyung must be really horny and really desperate to get fucked, because he says, “the tip.”

“Huh?”

“Just the tip,” he mutters. “Put the tip in, I wanna- please, hyung.”

“Taehyung…”

“I wanna know- I wanna feel it.”

“Are you sure?”

Taehyung nods fervently. “Yeah, you won’t hurt me. I’m clean, and I trust you. Please…”

“Fuck.” Yoongi shifts and before he knows it, there’s a blunt pressure right there. “I might come… really fast.”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung assures him. “I’m close, too.”

Yoongi grunts before saying, “spread that ass for me.”

Doing what he’s told, Taehyung reaches back to grab a handful of his own ass and spreads his cheeks as much as physically possible. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that, holy fuck.”

And then he pushes in.

Taehyung feels the cockhead slipping inside of him, the rim muscles stretching and giving in to welcome the intrusion. It’s weird, and it’s a lot to take in, but his body doesn’t fight it back, doesn’t put any resistance. “Oh, god…”

“Shit, so right. So fucking tight.”

Just as Taehyung is getting used to the new feeling, Yoongi pulls out. “No, no,” he whines as he wiggles his ass. “Keep it there, don’t go.”

With a grunt, Yoongi says, “greedy. Hold on.” After taking a deep breath, he pushes back in and then let his cock slip out immediately.

He does that a couple of times, letting the tip of his cock slide in before pulling back. Taehyung, horny and desperate, chases after it, moving his hips up to get a little more, but Yoongi places a firm hand on his lower back and pushes him down. “Behave.”

Taehyung muffles his frustration with the pillow, letting Yoongi do what he wants. “God, I love your fucking ass,” Yoongi grits out. “So tight and perfect…”

“Hyung, please…”

“Love how much you want it, love how desperate you are, fuck, I love— Taehyung…”

With tears in his eyes, Taehyung clenches his butt just as Yoongi’s cock slips back in. He doesn’t know why or what he’s begging for anymore, but he still says “please” over and over again, rutting against the mattress, his own orgasm dangerously close.

He babbles nonsense onto the pillow, and then Yoongi’s cockhead slips out and he feels spurts of cum landing on his ass cheeks and back. Taehyung doesn’t have time to process any of it, because Yoongi turns him around, slaps his inner thigh and swallows his dick in one go.

Taehyung doesn’t need much, he comes almost instantly, down Yoongi’s throat and without any warning, but Yoongi laughs and just takes his load like a champ, not leaving anything go to waste.

He’s still trying to catch his breath when Yoongi settles next to him. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh. Just give me a minute.”

Yoongi accompanies him in silence, fingertips caressing his chest and stomach as Taehyung winds down.

“So that happened,” Taehyung says dumbly.

“Mhm, how are you feeling?”

“My butt feels kinda weird.”

“It’s normal, it’ll go away soon.”

“You think I’ll walk funny tomorrow?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nah, you might be hyper aware of it, but you’ll be fine. It was just the tip.”

“Holy shit, I had the tip of your cock in my ass…”

“Yeah, you did,” Yoongi chuckles. “You were amazing, by the way.”

Taehyung giggles. “Yeah?”

“You’re a little shit,” Yoongi swats his arm. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wanted you to fuck me, that’s what,” Taehyung pouts. “I even jumped around in my bathroom with water in my ass…”

“What the fuck.”

“It was weird, hyung!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You have an important game tomorrow, the first game with your new team, and you still wanted to get fucked.”

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Guess you weren’t.” Yoongi sighs. “Are you nervous about it?”

“The game?”

“Mhm.”

Taehyung turns around and looks at the ceiling. “A little, yeah. But I think I’m more excited than anything.”

“That’s good,” Yoongi hums. “You’re gonna do great, Tae, you’ve worked hard for it.”

“Thank you. Are you gonna be there, hyung? Please, tell me you are…”

“Of course.” Yoongi nudges his side. “I’ll be front row, with a huge banner that says ‘Kim Taehyung, #19’ and a lot of hearts framing those words.”

Taehyung stiffens a little. “Oh, I’m not gonna use that number anymore.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna use a different one.”

“A different one?” Yoongi sounds a little dumbfounded. “You’ve always used the number 19.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I dunno, I’ll find out tomorrow when coach gives us the new uniforms.”

“But you’re still captain?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re still playing power forward?”

“I guess.”

Yoongi sits up, scandalized. “You guess?”

“Calm down, I dunno yet, Coach is trying new things,” Taehyung says with a chuckle. “Now come here and cuddle with me, I’m tired and my butt still feels a little weird.”

“But if you’re gonna use a different number, what am i gonna do with the banner I ordered?” Yoongi protests as he settles down next to him. “It’s gonna be outdated, and I can’t make last minute changes.”

“It’s fine, hyung, you can just draw another heart or something.”

Yoongi pouts. “But it won’t look as pretty…”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re there, cheering for me.” Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi and pulls him closer. “Now close your eyes, get some rest. I want morning sex tomorrow… for luck.”

Yoongi huffs. “Fine, whatever.”

“I love your enthusiasm, hyung, I really do.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

Taehyung waits until Yoongi is soundly asleep before muttering “I love you” and pressing a kiss on his forehead.

And who knows, maybe tomorrow, after the game, when they’re both alone in this same room, he’ll say those words out loud.

Maybe.

Taehyung falls asleep with a smile on his lips.

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"im in love
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Yoongi can’t even hear his own thoughts for how loud the room is, the whole place packed with people chanting the Tigers’ name, holding banners and pictures of the team members to cheer for them. Yoongi has one with Taehyung’s name on it, a heart sticker covering the number 19.

(It doesn’t look very appealing, but it’s the best he could do, and Hoseok’s stickers collection came in handy for the first time in all the years they’ve known each other.)

“Sorry I’m late.” Seokjin shows up all of a sudden, a little out of breath. “It hasn’t started, right?”

“You’re just in time, they should be out any minute now,” Jimin greets him with a kiss on his cheeks. “Where were you?”

“I had to, um- take care of something,” Jin says. His somber face can’t mean anything good.

“What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost…”

“Yeah, it’s not good,” Jin nods. “Listen, I got a text—“

He’s interrupted by a loud voice coming from the speakers. “And here they come! Their first game ever! The Tigers!”

Yoongi joins the crowd and cheers as the team runs towards the court.

“Leading the team is Kim Taehyung, reclaiming his previous position as captain!” At the mention of his name, Taehyung waves and bows.

Another voice joins the commentary, “he dismissed his previous number and now he’s wearing an unusual 93.”

Yoongi stills mid clap.

“Not only that, but here it says that he won’t be a power forward anymore…”

“A shooting guard! Talk about a fresh start!”

Yoongi chokes on his own spit. “What the fuck?” he curses.

“Definitely another thing to look forward during this game!”

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Yoongi shakes his head. “Kim Taehyung, you dumbass… unbelievable.”

“What? What’s going on?” Hoseok asks.

“He’s wearing my number, and I was a shooting guard when I played basketball in high school.”

Jimin coos. “Aww! That’s so cute!”

“He’s making a point!” Hoseok laughs. “He’s such a bisexual king.”

“He’s a moron,” Yoongi shakes his head again, watching as Taehyung glances at the crowd, probably looking for them.

“Well, my little brother sure knows how to catch us off guard.”

It’s the way Jin says those words that has Yoongi turning to look at him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you proud of Taehyungie?” Jimin asks, confused and concerned. “He’s being loud and brave…”

“That’s what worries me,” Jin says. “Our parents are here…”

No one talks for a while before Hoseok breaks the silence. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah…”

“What are they doing here?” Yoongi asks, uncertain of how to feel. “Did he invite them?”

“No, dad said mom wanted to watch his first game with the new team… sounds like bullshit to me, though.”

Jimin worries his lower lip. “You think they have ulterior motives?”

After a bitter chuckle, Jin says, “mom always has something under her sleeve. Dad sounded a bit apologetic, I dunno- fuck, I hope Taehyung doesn’t see them, he’s gonna freak out.”

Buzzing with nerves, Yoongi searches for Taehyung; when he finds him, their eyes meet. He is probably sporting a weird face, because Taehyung’s smile vanishes, and he lifts two thumbs up with a frown between his eyebrows.

“Don’t let him think there’s something wrong,” Jin mutters as he waves at his brother. “Just smile and cheer for him, he needs it.”

So Yoongi does, and with a heavy heart, he pretends that everything is okay, even though it’s not.

“You can watch the game with our commentary on the livestream of our social media,” one of the narrators announces. “Let the best team win!”

Once the speakers are turned off, the referee makes his way to the center of the court.

The game starts.

Despite the unsettling sensation in his stomach, the fear coursing through his veins at the thought of Taehyung’s parents somewhere in the crowd, Yoongi doesn’t fail to realize that Taehyung is an excellent captain and a pretty decent shooting guard.

He’s still getting used to his new position, that much is clear, yet he plays with the same amount of dedication, power, leadership. And others might not notice, but Yoongi does: Taehyung picked up a few tricks Yoongi taught him during their basketball dates.

The way he twists his body and handles the ball is something Yoongi taught him once, the precise grip of his fingers, how he dodges the opponents with measured yet quick turns. Yoongi smiles, slightly proud, slightly aroused, and very much in love.

God, he wants to drag him to the locker rooms and show him how fucking thankful he is to have him in his life.

Of course, he can’t do that- not when his parents are in the same place as them. And who knows what will happen once the game is over…

If they will approach their son, if they will interrupt the plans they made… Will Taehyung be in the mood to hang out when he finds out his mom and dad are here? Probably not.

And after a little over a couple of hours, the referee blows his whistle. The Tigers won.

Yoongi and his friends join the cheers for a while; now that the game is over, reality dawns on them. “Come on, we gotta find him before they do, give him a heads up,” Jin says. “He’s not gonna check his phone, even if we call him.”

It’s not an easy task; they can barely walk and trying to find Taehyung is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Their only hope is to move faster than his parents.

“Look, they’re coming out!” Moonhee points out, gesturing at one of the exits. “It’s them, come on!”

Taehyung sticks out easily, but getting his attention is not as much; everyone is congratulating him and the team, taking pictures, talking to people, shaking hands… “what is he, a fucking celebrity?” Jin curses. “Yoongi, you go ahead, he’ll drop everything once he sees you.”

“Good luck,” Hoseok says before patting his back and pushing him into the crowd.

Yoongi doesn’t like to consider himself as a frail, small man, but he feels like one as he tries to make his way through the people and reach Taehyung.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to suffer much. Taehyung’s voice booms across the room. “Yoongi hyung!”

Yoongi is pushed and pulled till he’s standing in front of the star of the night. “God, I thought I was gonna be crushed to death.”

“Hey, pretty, did you like the surprise?”

Yoongi laughs, a little overwhelmed with the people around them and the deafening screams from the fans and reporters. “Yeah, you- I didn’t see that one coming.”

“I think I paid you homage quite nicely, don’t you think?” Taehyung says smugly.

“You sure did, but hey, listen—“

Taehyung shakes his head, and throws a thankfully dry towel around Yoongi’s neck before pulling him closer. “Nuh-uh, I’d like to claim my prize now, if you don’t mind.”

“Prize?”

Taehyung smirks and leans down to kiss him full on the lips.

There’s a general outburst of cheering, whistling and clapping. Yoongi is frozen in the spot, a little shocked and surprised about Taehyung’s sudden display of affection, and fuck, he had one job, and that was to warn him about his parents, not kiss him in front dozens of people.

The kiss doesn’t last long, Taehyung pulls away with a pleased smile and starts shining in his eyes. He’s so happy, ecstatic, and he refuses to let go of Yoongi.

A little dizzy, Yoongi says, “you kissed me in public again.”

“I did, yeah.”

“You’re dumb.”

Taehyung shrugs. “You make me do dumb things.”

“I can see that.” Yoongi clears his throat. “Listen, Tae, there’s something you should—“

“Where’s Jin hyung and the others?” Taehyung asks.

“They’re- somewhere over there, but hey, hear me out—“

Taehyung stands on his tippy toes. “I can’t see them, are you sure—?” He stops mid question, and Yoongi sees the way the joyful expression on his face evaporates into thin air, replaced by pure fear.

And when Yoongi looks over his shoulder, he spots them.

“Mom, dad…”

Yoongis soul quite literally abandon his body as terror washes over him. The position they’re currently in is nothing but compromising, intimate, even; Taehyung his his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s waist, and fuck, did his parents see them kissing?

“What are they doing here?” Taehyung mutters.

“They wanted to surprise you,” Yoongi explains in a hurry. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, but you-“

“I kissed you and they’re here,” Taehyung is pale and visibly stressed out. “You think they saw?”

His words hurt a little, but he can’t blame Taehyung for being afraid. “Dunno, I just- you wanna go over there and say hi?”

“What choice do I have?” Taehyung sounds bitter. He turns to look at him. “Come with me.”

Fuck. “Are you sure?”

“Not really, but I need moral support.”

So Yoongi nods, and as they make their way to the couple, he reaches out to grab his hand, but Taehyung shakes his head and mutters a firm “not now”, which is kinda painful and disappointing, but Yoongi understands. Or at least he tries to, for Taehyung’s sake.

While the man glances at them with wary eyes, the woman doesn’t hide his annoyance at Yoongi’s presence. She doesn’t even acknowledge him once they’re face to face. “Taehyung-ah…”

“Hi, mom, dad…” Taehyung greets them with a stiff bow. “What- what are you guys doing here?”

“We wanted to surprise you, it’s your first game with a new team,” the man says with a strained smile. “You did really well tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Missed a few baskets, though,” the woman retorts. “There’s room for improvement.”

Two. Taehyung only missed two points.

Why is she giving him an earful when, overall, Taehyung played exceptionally well and his team won?

“Ah, yeah, I’m getting used to my new position,” Taehyung says apologetically. “But I really liked being a shooting guard…”

“I think you should’ve stuck to the previous one.”

Taehyung lets out a poor attempt of a laugh. “Yeah, well- I wanted to try something new.”

The woman hums. “New things don’t necessarily mean good. I’ll make sure to talk to your coach about this.”

“Mom, don’t-“

“His coach agreed to it, Taehyung is an excellent shooting guard.”

Yoongi speaks before he can stop himself, and although he knows he crossed a line, he doesn’t care: the woman is diminishing Taehyung’s hard work, and Yoongi is not gonna let her do that.

Taehyung stiffens next to him. “Yeah, Coach agreed. I’ll get better with practice.”

The woman ignores his son and looks at Yoongi with pure disdain. “And who are you? Why are you here? And why are you interrupting our conversation?”

“Yeojin…”

Taehyung clears his throat. “Mom, dad, this is Min Yoongi, he-“

“Min Yoongi should learn his place.”

Yoongi’s blood is boiling with anger. “Ma’am, with all due respect—“

“Don’t talk to him like that.” Taehyung’s voice is deep and hard, but Yoongi notices the way his words shake slightly, out of nerves. “You don’t know him.”

Yeojin narrows her eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

“You know nothing about him,” Taehyung grits out. “You have no right to talk to him like that…”

“Kim Taehyung, you better watch that tone,” she warns him. “I’m your mother.”

“I know that, but Yoongi- he’s special to me, okay?”

Yeojin scoffs. “Special…”

Taehyung looks like he’s either about to throw punches or start crying. “He is!”

“You need to choose your friends better, Taehyung,” the woman says. “Jimin and Jungkook are bad influence on you, I’ve been telling you for years.”

“Mom, stop!”

“And this Min Yoongi person,” she makes a dismissive hand gesture at him. “He’s clearly unfit to be your friend, he’s so impolite, disrespectful—“

Yoongi can take a little heat, he doesn’t mind, but Taehyung does. “Mom! He’s not my friend, okay?”

Yoongi’s neck cracks at how fast he turns to look at him. There’s only two options here: either Taehyung is gonna deny him -which would suck, but whatever- or he’s about to do something really brave and really stupid.

The man interferes. “Let’s not make a scene, okay?”

The woman, however, hasn’t stopped looking at Taehyung with fire in her eyes. “What did you just say?”

“He’s not my friend,” Taehyung repeats, ignoring Yoongi’s tugs at his arms. “He’s more than a friend, actually, but you wouldn’t know, because you know nothing about me!”

Taehyung’s dad audibly sighs, but that’s pretty much it. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do, where to look, frozen in place with his cheeks burning up.

Yeojin makes an offended sound. “What are you-“

“I like boys! I like girls and boys! There, I said it!”

His mother is visibly shaking with anger. “You’ve been hanging out with that- brother of yours, haven’t you? There’s no other explanation, he rubbed it on you—“

“Don’t talk about hyung like that, he’s got nothing to do with it!”

Yeojin glares at Yoongi. “It was you, then.”

Yoongi points at himself. “Me?”

“You made him this way,” she spits out. “You played with his mind and now he thinks he likes men—“

“Ma’am, I didn’t-“

“Yeojin…”

“This is your fault!”

“Mom, it’s not like that!” Taehyung bellows. “He didn’t do anything, I’m in love with him!”

Yoongi looks up at him with wide eyes, but Taehyung doesn’t glance at him as he continues to rant. “He is my boyfriend and I love him, and I already know you have a problem with that, so I’m not even gonna bother… you can kick me out of the family, I don’t care. I love him.”

It’s not only after he finishes talking that Yoongi realizes how eerily quiet the room is; one good look around him tells Yoongi that most of the school, students and professors, as well as the opposite team, are watching the scene very intently.

Yeojin tilts her chin up. “All right, then. You are no longer part of this family.“

“Fine, whatever.”

“And as of today, you—“

“No.” Taehyung’s father grabs the woman’s arm. “You’ve already kicked out Seokjin, I won’t let you do the same with Taehyung.”

“What are you talking about? It was a mutual arrangement!”

“No, you insisted on that, you threatened me with divorce,” the man counters. “And if you want to divorce me after this, that’s okay, but Taehyung is my son… and so is Seokjin, understand?”

“Dad…” Seokjin has found his way to them, and he’s looking at his father with wide eyes.

The man smiles. “Hey, kiddo. Sorry about- I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I- I didn’t know she threatened you to-“

Yeojin stomps her heel. “Yah! Are you choosing them over me?”

“They’re your children!”

“Not anymore!” She holds her purse against her chest. “And you’re no longer my husband, find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I’m done with you three.” After one final glare at Yoongi, she turns around and starts walking towards the exit.

As she leaves, the crowd starts booing at her, and they don’t stop until she’s completely out of sight.

“Is everything okay?” Coach and the principal approach them. “We didn’t want to interfere, it sounded very personal.”

“We’re good,” the man says. “It’s all good now.”

Yoongi watches as Taehyung’s dad hugs both of his sons and kisses their foreheads repeatedly, muttering apologies from time to time, assuring them that everything will be okay from then on. “Come on, boys. Let’s get out of here. Dinner is on me.”

Taehyung reaches out to grab Yoongi’s hand. “Can Yoongi hyung come?”

“Of course.”

Seokjin clears his throat. “Um, can my boyfriends come?”

“Boyfriends,” the man chuckles. “Sure, why not. Everyone is invited.”

As they make their way to the parking lot, Yoongi tugs at his arm. He has the words in the tip of his tongue. “Hey, Tae…“

But Taehyung shakes his head. “Don’t, don’t tell me now. Whatever it is, good or bad, let’s wait after dinner, yeah?”

“Okay,” Yoong nods. “But it’s nothing bad, I- you know what I’m gonna say, right?”

Taehyung smiles. “Yeah, I think I do.”

He leans down to kiss him, a brief peck on his lips, before intertwining their fingers and hurrying to join the others.

Yes, everything will be okay.

// will tonight be the night besties?? it’s up to you🤠

╭ ╮

"it’s not gonna fit"

╰ ╯

The night is a whirlwind of emotions, that goes without saying. From winning his first game as the captain of the Tigers, wearing Yoongi’s number and playing his former position, to declaring his love for Yoongi for everyone to hear and then his reconciliation with his dad…

Taehyung is drained, emotionally and physically speaking. He’s so exhausted that he even dozes off at the table, with his head over Yoongi’s shoulder. It makes his dad laugh and ask for the check, promptly putting an end to the evening. “We should all get some rest,” he says.

Since his dad is no longer allowed to his own house, Seokjin tells him he can stay with him for as long as he needs, assuring him that he has a spare bedroom. “Only if you’re sure,” the man counters. “I don’t want to make you or any of your boyfriends uncomfortable.”

It’s a little surreal to hear him talking like that; Taehyung never thought that his father could be so open minded, but there he is, paying dinner for a bunch of gays, two lesbians, one pansexual and a baby bisexual. And he was so casual about it, so welcoming.

Before hopping in Seokjin’s car, his dad spends some time talking to Yoongi; what they say to each other, Taehyung doesn’t know, but the glances at his direction tells him that he’s the subject of their conversation, and that makes him a little anxious.

“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about,” Seokjin assures him with a pat on his back. “Look at them, they get along well.”

And yes, there’s no hostility in their postures, they’re not yelling at each other. They’re just talking, like civilized people do.

“He could be threatening Yoongi hyung, you know how dads are like,” Jimin intervenes. “‘What are your intentions with my son? Are you using protection? If you hurt him, I’ll cut your dick off’”.

Taehyung groans. “Oh, god, not his dick, anything but his dick.”

After a giggle, Jimin leans over to whisper in his ear, “did you wash your ass today?”

“I did, but- we just had dinner,” Taehyung replies. “Isn’t that gonna be a problem?”

“You have some time,” Jimin laughs. “I can’t believe hyung is gonna pop your cherry.”

Jin groans. “I heard that. Please, I don’t wanna know anything about it, I’m begging you.”

Taehyung and Jimin share a knowing look before bumping fists.

The conversation between Yoongi and his dad doesn’t last long, and after a hug, they say goodnight.

Taehyung doesn’t wanna join the others and head to campus, so he approaches Yoongi and says, “Can i stay with you tonight?”

Yoongi looks at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “Yeah, of course you can.”

The rest goes without saying; Taehyung doesn’t even have to explain it.

The drive to Yoongi’s apartment is quiet and uneventful; they hold hands at every single red light, when they walk into the building, as the elevator goes up and the doors open when it reaches his floor. This is another thing that he loves about being with Yoongi.

Coexisting in silence. The peace and quiet that come with it, how they can communicate without any words.

“What a night, huh,” Yoongi says once they’re inside the apartment.

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung smiles as he finishes toeing his shoes off. “I’m fine.”

At Yoongi’s concerned expression, he adds: “I’m okay, I promise. It’s just- well, a lot happened, so I’m a little overwhelmed, but it’s nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious? Tae, your mom literally kicked you out.”

“That was gonna happen sooner or later, so…”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m talking to the same guy that was so terrified about how his parents would react…”

“What can i say, I’m a changed man.”

“I can see that,” Yoongi says with a chuckle.

“There’s one thing I regret, though.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says, blinking cutely at him. “What- what is it?”

“I didn’t want it to be like that,” Taehyung explains. “I didn’t want my confession to be so- off putting. I was just really angry at my mom and the words just slipped and- I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

Taehyung shrugs. “You deserved better… I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to be just us, make it special. Not after a game, I was all sweaty and everyone was there and my mom—“

“Taehyung…”

“You deserved better,” he repeats. “I wanted it to be better.”

Taehyung sighs when Yoongi cups his face. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I was planning on telling you tonight, I just didn’t think that my parents would show up.”

“Hey, you big baby,” Yoongi laughs. “Don’t say you’re sorry, it was unexpected and incredibly brave of you.”

“It was dumb,” Taehyung mutters. “Lashing out like that in front of everyone…”

“It wasn’t dumb,” Yoongi strokes his cheek with his thumb. “But, if you want- you can tell me again. I wouldn’t mind.”

“But the surprise factor is gone…” he protests. “I wanted it to be a surprise”

Yoongi shrugs. “That’s sweet, baby, if you want I can gasp and pretend to be shocked.”

“You’re so annoying,” Taehyung huffs. “Why am I your boyfriend?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

Taehyung looks at him from under his lashes. “Because I love you.”

Yoongi’s lips stretch into a gummy grin, eyes sparkling under the dim lights of the living room. “I know, you told me when you had the tip of my dick inside of you.”

The gasp Taehyung lets out is ugly and shameful. “What? I said that I loved you last night?”

“You were pretty vocal, such a babbling mess,” Yoongi teases. “I think you did, I even freaked out about it to Hoseok this morning… I thought I was imagining things.”

Taehyung groans, hiding his flushed face in his hands. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was romantic.”

“No, it’s embarrassing!”

“To be fair, I almost said it as well,” Yoongi tells him with a smirk. “You felt so good… way too good.”

Taehyung looks at him, face hidden behind his fingers. “Do you- do you really…?”

“Oh, baby. I’m so in love with you, how can you not know?”

Taehyung’s arms fall to his sides. “I hoped that you did, that you felt the same… I was scared that- I thought I was moving too fast.”

Shaking his head, Yoongi closes the distance between them, cupping his cheeks. “I love you, Kim Taehyung, I have loved you for a while now.”

“It’s one of the reasons I had postponed topping you,” he continues. “I was afraid that I’d blurt it out in the middle of it, and that I’d scare you, that you’d think it was too soon.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “And now?”

“Now?”

“Now… would you do it? Would you fuck me?”

Yoongi’s eyes darken instantly. “Do you want me to?”

“You don’t have to be afraid of saying it out loud anymore,” Taehyung mutters. “I know that you love me, and I love you back.”

“You love me, what the fuck…”

“Also, I washed my butt today. Didn’t jump around this time but—”

“Who the hell told you to jump around with water in your ass?” Yoongi asks, torn between a smile and a grimace.

“Jiminie did… why? Isn’t that something you’re supposed to do? Hyung, I almost slipped on the tiles!”

“God, I love you so much.”

“Me too, so fuck me.”

Yoongi’s raised eyebrow makes Taehyung roll his eyes and groan. “Ugh, would you please fuck me? Please? I said please twice, hyung, you can’t deny me—“

Yoongi shuts him up with his mouth, crashing his lips on Taehyung’s. “Take your fucking clothes off.”

Taehyung has never obey anyone faster in his life. He undresses as Yoongi watches him with dark, hungry eyes, like he’s assessing every move, every patch of skin unveiled. It’s a little embarrassing, denigrating almost, but Taehyung loves that feeling… god, is that a new kink?

He stands in front of Yoongi, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, cock hard between his legs. He’s enjoying the foreplay but he’d enjoy it even more if Yoongi was naked as well. “Aren’t you-? Hyung, I’m a little underdressed here…”

“Mhm, yes, you are.”

Taehyung fidgets in his spot. “Can you… I wanna see you, too. Please,” he adds, in case Yoongi wants to call him out.

“In a minute,” he says. “Turn around for me, slowly.”

Cheeks flushed, Taehyung does what he’s told. “Like this?”

“Just like that, fuck…”

“Hyung…” he pouts as hard as he can. “Do something.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Yoongi says, finally closing the distance between them. “I’ll take care of you.” And then he reaches out to wrap a hand around Taehyung’s hard cock, and tugs. “Come here.”

He doesn’t kiss him, like Taehyung expected; instead, he uses the grip on his dick to guide him to the bedroom, and it’s a little humiliating but also really fucking hot, being handled like that. With any other person, he’d be against it, but this is Yoongi, and he loves him.

He loves him and he trusts him, he’d surrender his whole body to him- which is happening right now, with Yoongi pulling him by his cock, smiling because he knows that tonight, Taehyung is his to tear apart.

With a final tug, Yoongi pushes him on the mattress.

“Last chance to change your mind,” Yoongi says as he starts to undress in front of him.

But when Yoongi removes his jeans and underwear in one go, and his cock jumps freely against his lower stomach, Taehyung thinks he’d be insane to let this opportunity slide.

“I might be dumb most of the time but I’m not stupid,” he croaks out, eyes glued to that ridiculously big dick. “I want it, I’ve wanted it for so fucking long…”

“Look at you, so eager for cock,” Yoongi tugs at his own hardness a few times with a smug smile. “You’re so cute.”

“You just enjoy making me beg for it,” Taehyung protests, letting his hands caress his torso; he spreads his legs as widely as he can, an attempt to speed things up. “You’re so mean to me…”

“Don’t lie, you love it.”

“I do,” he says. “Now come here, kiss me.”

Before kissing him on the mouth, Yoongi sucks and bites at the skin of his calves, his inner thighs, avoiding his hardness as he moves upwards, lips catching the flesh of his lower stomach, above his bellybutton, his nipples and collarbones.

There might be marks later, and even though Taehyung is not very fond of them, he doesn’t mind. He’ll wear those bruises with pride, they’ll be a reminder of tonight, the night in which they exchanged their i love you’s, the night where he finally got what he ached for.

Yoongi takes his time, rejoicing in the way Taehyung trembles under him, his pleas for mercy, the tears spilling from the corner of his eyes. “I could spend hours kissing you,” he says against his lips. “I’d never get tired of it.”

“You can do that- some other time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulls away to retrieve the bottle of lube and a single condom. “Are you ready?”

Impatient, Taehyung huffs. “Been ready for ages, come on.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue as he slaps Taehyung’s inner thigh playfully. “Greedy little thing.”

His tone tells Taehyung that he’s just messing around with him, there’s no bite to it. Yoongi fingers him with careful movements, watching his every reaction, enthralled with the way Taehyung shudders and moans when he reaches that spot inside of him.

It’s all good. Taehyung is in heaven right now. He always is when Yoongi is working his magic fingers and kissing every patch of skin he can reach. But when Yoongi considers he’s stretched enough and proceeds to tear the foiled square with his teeth, he gets a little nervous.

He’s so fidgety that he doesn’t think twice before asking, “do you have to use a condom?”

Yoongi stills. “You don’t want to?”

“It’ll feel better without one, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but I haven’t been tested in a while.”

“I trust you.”

Yoongi smiles fondly at him.

“I love you, and I trust you as well,” he says as he slides the condom down his cock. “But I think we should wait, get tested and all. Safe sex is the best kind of sex.”

Pouting, Taehyung huffs again. “But I want you to come inside of me, I wanna feel you…”

“Do not give me that face while saying that shit to me,” Yoongi warns him with dark eyes. “I’m only human, my self preservation has a limit.”

“Does that mean you could be persuaded?”

“Maybe, but I’d be very upset.”

Taehyung laughs. “Okay, fine. Next time, it is.”

Pleased by Taehyung’s resignation, Yoongi hesitates for a moment before asking, “So how do you wanna do this?”

“You mean like, position wise?”

“Yeah, it’s your first time. I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Taehyung blushes. “Oh, um. I dunno?”

“Wanna do it like this, on your back, or on your hands and knees?”

The thought of him being fucked doggy style makes him feel some type of way, good or bad, Taehyung is not sure, but he decides to go for the safest option. “This is fine, hyung. I wanna see you.”

“My constipated face might turn you off though,” Yoongi says with a chuckle. “I haven’t topped in a while.” He’s being casual about it, but Taehyung notices the way his words shake as he talks, which tells him that he’s just as nervous as Taehyung.

He’s so cute. “It’s okay, hyung. I love you, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Thanks for the support.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, exhales as he settles between Taehyung’s legs. “Ready?”

“God, yes.”

“If you feel any pain, any kind of discomfort, Lemme know, yeah?”

Taehyung nods, worrying his lower lip. “Kay.”

“Here I go,” Yoongi says, more to himself than anything; it’s cute, how nervous he is.

It’s not cute, however, when he pushes the tip in. Taehyung hisses and clenches down immediately. “Fuck…”

“Does it hurt? I’m so sorry…”

With a grimace, Taehyung nods. “A little. Shit, it’s not gonna fit in, there’s no way—“

“Calm down, relax,” Yoongi says. He sounds strained and anxious about Taehyung’s reaction, but he manages to stay cool. “Deep breaths, my love. You’re doing so well.”

Taehyung follows his instructions, breathes through his nose and exhales through his mouth. Little by little, his body becomes lax and welcoming, aided by Yoongi’s helping hand wrapped around his cock and giving gentle tugs that simmer down the pain. “Better?”

“Yeah, keep going”

Yoongi pushes further in, his thickness stretching him out inch by inch. It’s a lot, and some other time, Taehyung would say “hell no” and ask for a rain check, but he wants it, and this is Yoongi, the guy he loves and trusts more than anything, so he endures the pain.

It doesn’t hurt that much anymore, brain distracted by Yoongi’s hand around him. He’s careful as he bottoms out, examining Taehyung’s reactions when he leans forward to settle on top of him, forearms placed on each side of Taehyung’s head. “You okay, baby? Any pain?”

“I’m okay,” Taehyung shakes his head. “Just gotta get used to it.”

“Take your time. I’m ready when you are.”

Taehyung blinks away the tears and Yoongi helps by placing kisses all over his cheeks. “It’s just- why are you so fucking big?”

“You complaining about my dick size?”

“I love your dick and I love you,” Taehyung chuckles. “I have no complaints here.”

“Good,” Yoongi says before leaning down and kissing him, sweetly, tenderly, keeping his promise and not moving a single muscle before Taehyung’s green light. “Love you,” he mutters.

“Love you more,” he whispers against his lips. “You can move now, hyung. I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

To prove his point, Taehyung clenches his ass around him, a tip courtesy of Jimin. “It will drive him nuts,” he told him once. “Men love it when you do that.”

And yeah, Taehyung loved it when Yoongi applied that method on him, so it’s no surprise when his boyfriend groans into his mouth, hips stuttering a little. “Shit, don’t- don’t do that.”

Giggling, Taehyung repeats the action. “I’m ready, hyung. Fuck me.”

Whatever hesitation or doubt in Yoongi goes away; he starts moving, carefully, with measured thrusts, eyes fixed on Taehyung’s face, assessing the way he reacts. It feels weird at first, not bad, not incredibly good either. It’s bearable, and he’s not in pain anymore.

When asked, he assures Yoongi that he’s okay, that it’s good, because it is, even though he kinda expected to be screaming at the top of his lungs by now, eyes rolling to the back of his head and stuff. It all changes, however, when Yoongi tells him to wrap his legs around him.

It might’ve been the change of position, or Yoongi’s sudden change of mood, not as gentle and cautious anymore, but Taehyung feels his entire body seizing up when Yoongi starts pounding into him, mouth still attached to his. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it,” Yoongi grunts. “Just let go.”

Taehyung finds no problem doing that; he sinks his fingers into Yoongi’s hair, tightens his legs around Yoongi’s waist, and his brain completely blanks out. The only thing he’s aware of is pure pleasure, raw, exhilarating— he never thought butt sex could feel like this.

Yoongi manages to hit his prostate with each thrust, cock thick inside of him, stretching him open, pushing his limits in the best way. Taehyung is full, ass and heart, and Yoongi never stops kissing him, swallowing his moans and whimpers, smiling when he starts to scream.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble with my neighbors,” he says. “You’re so fucking loud.”

Taehyung should be sorry, ashamed, but right now, he couldn’t care less about noise complaints. He’s experiencing the wonders of dick for the first time… the neighbors can fuck themselves.

His whole body shudders when Yoongi shoves two fingers into his mouth, shutting him up momentarily but not entirely. "Be quiet," Yoongi tells him, firm and authoritative, teeth grazing his jaw and cheeks as he speaks. "Or I'll stop."

Taehyung lets out a breathy chuckle. "Liar".

There's a slight sting on his cheek after Yoongi slaps him playfully, without malice, twice in a row. Taehyung's breath catches in his throat, fights back the urge to beg, to say "do it again, harder", because he'd come with that, mixed with Yoongi's thrusts.

"I wanted it to be slow", Yoongi says before nipping at his neck, hips coming to a halt, buried deep inside of him. "Wanted to make love to you, but you– you're being a little shit, you know that?"

Taehyung clenches around him again, laughs when Yoongi groans. "And you love me".

Yoongi's gaze softens as he smiles at him; faces inches apart, Taehyung can see his flushed skin, his pink wet mouth, eyes sparkling, full of love, love, love– he loves him, he loves him back, because he says "god, I do, so much", and Taehyung grins before chasing after his lips.

He’s crying, of course he is; they both are, Taehyung can see Yoongi wet lashes and new tears waiting to be spilled. “Show me”, Taehyung breathes out, sinking his fingers into Yoongi’s hair. “Show me how much you love me.”

Yoongi kisses him again, lets out a shuddering sigh.

“Are you gonna behave?” he asks as he shifts his hips, causing Taehyung to gasp. “Can you behave for a little while, hm? Can you do it for hyung?”

Taehyung nods eagerly, arms thrown over Yoongi’s neck. “I’ll do- anything for my baby boy. Anything he wants, anything he asks.”

Yoongi smiles into the kiss, calls him a “good boy”, tells him “I love you” over and over again as he resumes his thrusts, slowly, longingly, cock sinking deep into him, reaching that places that makes Taehyung’s toes curl, that turns him into a babbling mess.

“Fuck me so good,” Taehyung mutters against his temple, Yoongi’s hot breath on his neck as he pistons into him. “I knew you would, I knew you- fuck, knew you’d make me see fucking stars.”

Yoongi groans and pushes his hips up, eliciting a whine from Taehyung.

“Wanna make you come,” he says, voice rough and desperate. “Want you to come so hard, with my name on those pretty lips.”

Taehyung whimpers. “Hyung~”

“Come here.”

An embarrassing sound leaves Taehyung’s throat when Yoongi throws his legs over his shoulders.

He didn't know he was this flexible, but as Yoongi bends him in half, Taehyung realizes that there are many things he doesn't know about himself; it should be painful, Yoongi has him pressed down against the mattress, a firm hand on the back of his thigh as he pounds into him.

It's not, it doesn't hurt at all, except for the mild sting on his ass cheeks where Yoongi's hips collide against, and the crick of his neck as he demands to be kissed. Yoongi grants his wishes, although it's nothing like a kiss, just panting into each other's mouths.

"Tell me", Taehyung says as he spills more tears. "Tell me that you- ah, tell me again".

Yoongi's eyebrows pinch together, says "I love you, I love you so much, baby" accompanied by the snap of his hips, and Taehyung's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Yoongi hyung…" He's well aware that his mouth is hanging open, tongue lolled to the side, and if he were on his stomach, he'd be drooling all over the pillow. Yoongi slots their lips together, pushes harder into him, deeper, and Taehyung screams.

"Yeah, lemme hear you…"

Taehyung hiccups, throat sore and scratchy; "Lo-love yuh-you, hyung…"

"Me too…"

He looks at him, eyes wide, watery, and between broken moans and frantic gasps, Taehyung says, "Gonna- gonna come-"

Yoongi grunts. "Fuck, yeah."

"You're- you're gonna make me come, hyung…"

Yoongi leans back a little and stares down at him, tongue poking between his teeth. Taehyung feels shy, hot and bothered, vulnerable under his gaze, but he's got a dick up his ass, so it shouldn't matter. Yoongi's hips falter and Taehyung realizes he's close as well.

"Yuh-you're so- puh-pretty", Taehyung babbles out, heat curling in his lower stomach. "So pretty- on top of me".

Yoongi makes a choked sound before letting his thumb slip into Taehyung's mouth, and he wraps his lips and tongue around it by pure instinct. "Baby…"

Yoongi does something, Taehyung doesn't know what, but all of a sudden, he's thrashing on the mattress, a whimpering mess, with Yoongi pressed against him as he rocks back and forth. "I'm- I'm gonna- Yoongi hyung…"

"Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm right here, come on."

Taehyung doesn't need a hand around his cock to help him get there; just like before, when he came untouched with just Yoongi's fingers, his whole body seizes up as his orgasm washes over him, only a hundred times more intensely, way better, with Yoongi's name on his lips.

Shuddering and crying like a loser in love, Taehyung comes down from the bliss with kisses scattered all over his face, love bites across his jaw, kitten licks on his lips and neck. Taehyung clings into Yoongi till he stops shaking, till his heartbeat finally settles down.

In his condition, Taehyung is easily manhandled to lay on his stomach; he protests when Yoongi pulls out, but his complaints are weak and instantly silenced as Yoongi kisses that place between his shoulder blades and mutters "wanna come all over you… can I, baby?"

Taehyung nods, pushes his ass up and reaches behind him to spread himself; he chuckles breathily when he hears Yoongi's groan, and a few seconds later, he's coming on his lower back and ass. "Holy shit…"

"Nice view?" Taehyung asks cheekily.

"Wanna- take- a fucking picture."

Thoroughly worn out, Taehyung giggles as he lets Yoongi grope his ass and examine whatever Pollock painting left on his back. "You should do it", he says, whimpers when Yoongi runs his fingertips across his rim. "I'd let you, you have my consent, one hundred percent".

"Left my phone in the living room", Yoongi replies; he's out of breath, voice deeper than usual, and if Taehyung wasn't so exhausted, he'd get hard in seconds. "Don't wanna leave bed".

"Mhm, me neither."

Yoongi hums at that before settling next to him. "How are you feeling?"

Taehyung takes a moment to reply, trying to put his feelings into words. Everything falls short, nothing seems enough, so he settles with a "tired, like I just ran a marathon".

"Well, you had a game tonight and bottomed for the first time, it's understandable".

"I did that, yeah", Taehyung can't help but to blush and giggle again. "Just so you know, I don't think I'd top ever again…"

Yoongi pouts. "Yah, Kim Taehyung, what about me…?"

"I'm a changed man, can't live without your dick up my ass".

Yoongi laughs breathily; he's a fucking sight, with that gummy smile Taehyung loves so much, his pink cheeks, sparkling eyes… Taehyung doesn't think he'd be able to move on from him. Ever.

"Jokes aside," Yoongi says. "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?"

Taehyung shakes his head, scoots closer to place a reassuring kiss on Yoongi's lips. "I'm fine, my butt feels weird but I'm not in pain, love. You were kind and gentle with me".

"Hm, you really tested my patience, for a moment".

"But I behaved, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did", Yoongi tells him as he cups his face tenderly. "You were the best, took me so well…"

Taehyung's eyes flutter close. "Hyung, please, don't talk to me like that or I'll get hard and it's gonna hurt…"

"Sorry, sorry. Have to clean you up… Wanna take a shower?"

"No, wanna stay here and never leave", Taehyung retorts. "Besides, what's the point of taking a shower if we're gonna get messy again?"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? A little greedy, aren't you?"

"Wanna try riding you, babe."

"Oh, god."

"Will you teach me? Never rode anything in my life", Taehyung complains. "And you're so good at it".

Yoongi runs a hand over his face, mortified and looking as if he regrets his life decisions. "Fine, I'll- show you."

"Noice!"

"Please don't say noice ever again."

Taehyung snuggles closer to his boyfriend; he knows they're gross and sticky, and the wise thing to do would be taking a shower, but Taehyung refuses to leave the bed. "Your fault for introducing me to that American show".

"Ugh, I knew it was a mistake and you'd obsess over it".

Since Taehyung is tired and feeling a little naughty, he goes, "I Knew It Was A Mistake And You'd Obsess Over It, title of your sex tape", getting a groan from Yoongi in return.

"I'm breaking up with you, thanks for the great sex, though".

"Hey, no, come on!"

"Toongi is over".

Taehyung straddles Yoongi's lithe figure and chases his mouth, placing kisses all over his face. "Noo, don't do this to Toongi, babe, we're just getting started!"

Yoongi fights back for a moment before accepting his kisses. "I thought we hated Toongi, don't we deserve better?"

"You're right, after all we've gone through, we should have a cute name", Taehyung nods, rather pensive; if he's heavy and suffocating, Yoongi doesn't say anything. "What about Tuga?"

"The fuck is Tuga?"

"Taehyung and Suga".

"No way in hell…"

"Babe…"

"It's awful".

"I guess", Taehyung pouts, a little disappointed that Yoongi didn't like his idea. He yawns as exhaustion washes over him. "Sounds weird, I admit it".

"I'm sure we can come up with something worthy of our love", Yoongi chuckles. "Tired, baby?"

"Mhm, you wore me out, hot stuff".

He hears Yoongi's breathy laugh, feels his fingers sinking into his hair, his lips against the top of his head. Taehyung is surrounded by love, warm and safe, unconditional, and he wishes- he wishes he could tell Yoongi how good he makes him feel, but words are not enough.

Yoongi's heartbeat is loud in his ear; Taehyung has his face pressed against his chest, tangerines inches away from his mouth. As his eyes flutter close, he puckers his lips and kisses Yoongi's skin, takes a deep breath and his lungs fill up with that unmistakable scent of home.

Taehyung is seconds away from falling asleep when he hears Yoongi's low murmur. "Taegi".

Blinking, he looks up at him, finds him staring right back with those sharp-yet-soft eyes of his. "Hm?"

"Our names together… Taegi… has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Taehyung can't help or stop the smile that stretches across his lips; he wraps a hands around Yoongi's neck and pulls him in for a deep, searing kiss. "Taegi it is, baby".

"Taegi it is, then", Yoongi mutters in return.

"I'll make the official announcement tomorrow".

"Very well", Yoongi agrees. "Jimin might get upset, since we disregarded his proposal".

"Well, he is not fucking any of us, so he has no saying in this", Taehyung yawns again. "Not even the french kiss we had over a year ago gives him any right to–"

"You two french kissed?!"

Taehyung freezes. "It was a long time ago, we were drunk", he explains in a hurry. "I was a closeted bi!"

"Kim Taehyung, I swear to god—"

"It's all in the past, right?" Taehyung scatters kisses all over Yoongi's face. "You're not upset, are you, baby?"

Yoongi huffs.

"I guess I could let it slide", he says with shrug. "Under one condition…"

Taehyung's mouth goes dry when he sees the fire in Yoongi's eyes. He licks his lips. "Oh, yeah? What do you have planned for me?"

"Wanna fuck you awake tomorrow morning, how does that sound?"

Taehyung finds himself struggling to breathe. “Oh, that sounds- it sounds kinda nice, actually”.

“I knew you’d like the idea”, Yoongi says with a smirk. “But for now, you have to rest, okay? You look exhausted”.

“I am but I’m also a little horny, thanks to you”.

“I’m afraid you’re not getting anything from me tonight except cuddles”, Yoongi retorts, pulling him back for an embrace. “You think you can deal with that?”

“I guess”, Taehyung lets out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re lucky I love you”.

“I love you more”.

“No, I love you more”.

Yoongi gives him a sweet smile, places a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Okay, whatever you say. I’ll prove you wrong tomorrow morning”.

Taehyung’s body buzzed with excitement at his words. “Can’t wait, love. I really can’t wait”.

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╭ ╮

"you can't hurt
me anymore"

╰ ╯

Yoongi knows he doesn’t have much time till Taehyung gets home, so he hurries to get ready, cleans up and makes sure everything is in order. His body is thrumming with excitement, anticipation… he’s never had unprotected sex before, not even with Hyunwoo. He’s nervous.

But he doesn’t have to be. They’re both clean, according to the tests results, and they’re in a committed relationship. It’s a huge step, just like the idea of living together… that specific conversation is another subject altogether, yet it’s all Yoongi can think about.

When they discussed it last night, Taehyung sounded like he was 100% on board, but it was late and they both knew, deep down, that it wasn’t the right time. Not for now. Maybe later, when Taehyung is done with his studies, when he finds a more stable job…

Yoongi shakes his head when he feels the familiar anxiety taking over his brain. He shouldn’t be worrying about this right now; Taehyung is on his way and Yoongi needs to catch a fucking grip.

And right on cue, there’s a knock at the door.

Yoongi frowns.

Why is Taehyung knocking when he has the code to his apartment? Perhaps he’s trying something new, some kind of role play? He’s always a little playful and extra when it comes to sex and flirting, so maybe he wants to play a little, spice things up. Yoongi smiles to himself.

But when he opens the door, it’s not Taehyung waiting for him.

Yoongi’s whole body freezes. “Hyunwoo?”

A lopsided smirk stretches on the man’s lips. “Hey, there, cutie”.

The old nickname sends shivers down his spine; not the good kind of shivers, though. Yoongi just there, dread coursing through his veins as the guy that broke his heart looks at him with expectant eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Yoongi asks.

“Just thought I’d drop by, haven’t seen you in so long”, Hyunwoo says with a shrug. “Missed me?”

Yoongi wants to laugh at his brazenness. “No”.

“Now, come on, we both know you’re lying”, his ex retorts. “You loved me, didn’t you? You must miss me a little”.

Yoongi tightens his grip on the door knob. “I did love you, but that was in the past… you have no business coming here after what you did…”

“Ah, are you still mad at me, cutie? That was so long ago!”

“I couldn’t care less about you—“

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“What the hell did you expect?” Yoongi is definitely not a violent person, but punching Hyunwoo’s nose sounds very appealing right now. “Just tell me why are you here”.

Hyunwoo examines him for a couple of seconds. He averts his eyes and says, “I missed you”.

Yoongi laughs. “Yeah, sure”.

“It’s the truth! These past few weeks… I’ve been thinking of you, got nostalgic”, Hyunwoo shrugs again. “Wanted to call you but you changed your number, so… I came here in the hopes that… I just missed you”.

“You can take your bullshit and shove it up your ass”, Yoongi says, not wanting to hear another word from him. “I don’t believe anything you say, you never cared about me.”

“That’s not true…”

“You can’t hurt me anymore, understand?”

Hyunwoo chuckles. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or whatever, cutie, we were just having a good time… not my fault you got too attached”.

“You were my boyfriend, you said we were boyfriends and you cheated on me… multiple times”, Yoongi spits out. “You didn’t even apologize!”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do? Say sorry?”

“I don’t want anything from you, you can fuck off now”.

Hyunwoo’s annoying smirk grows wider. “Now, Yoongi, what would you mother say if she’d heard you talking like that?”

It’s like a slap in the face.

Yoongi sees red as he fights back the sudden urge to cry. How can Hyunwoo be so mean to him, poke at the spots that hurt the most? It’s been years but his words still manage to affect him, and Yoongi hates himself for it. “You always liked to play dirty”, he says.

“I’m just saying”, Hyunwoo laughs. “I’m sure she wouldn’t like to hear his son using those ugly words”.

“She never had the misfortune to meet you, thank god”, he grits out. “It’s time for you to go”.

Hyunwoo eyes him carefully and laughs. “Are you crying, cutie?”

Yoongi’s sight is blurry due to the tears. “Shut up—“

“You look so pretty when you cry, I always loved seeing you cry”, his ex tells him with clear amusement in his voice. “Ah, seriously”, he places a hand over his chest. “It makes my heart skip a beat”.

Yoongi starts to shake. “Stop—“

“I heard you have a new man in your life”, Hyunwoo continues. “Heard that you turned him… you’ve always had a thing for straight guys, huh? Do you like that? Do you have some kind of fetish for straight men?”

“Please, just—“

“There it is”, Hyunwoo sighs dramatically. “Hearing you beg, it’s music to my ears… I missed it so much”.

“Why- why are you doing this?”

“To prove that you’re still mine, cutie… no matter how much time it passes, you’re still—“

“Hey, asshole”.

A hand settles on Hyunwoo’s shoulder and squeezes, and judging by his ex’s grimace, it’s not a gentle gesture. “I think it’s time for you to get the fuck out, buddy. You’re not welcome here”.

Yoongi has seen Taehyung angry before, but right now, he’s furious.

Almost unrecognizable, almost, heard and rough edges around his handsome features, and his eyes— his eyes could make any man run for his life.

But not Hyunwoo, because his ex can't catch a fucking clue, and he doesn't like being told what to do.

"Don't fucking touch me", Hyunwoo grunts as he shoves Taehyung's hand away. He's about to say something else but stops when he turns around to face Taehyung; the smirk that grows on his lips make Yoongi shudder. "You're him, aren't you?"

"Him?"

"I was told Yoongi here is having a good time with a basketball player", Hyunwoo says; Yoongi doesn't miss the way he examines him with disdain, as if he doesn't approve of him. "Tall and straight, just like Yoongi likes 'em. You're him, aren't you?"

Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, that's me, except I'm not straight… honestly, where are you getting your info? You have to double check before making a jealousy scene".

"Jealous?" Hyunwoo grimaces, visibly offended. "I'm not fucking jealous, what are you–"

"Then why are you here?"

It's a little funny, the way Hyunwoo's face contorts as he struggles to answer. He had told Yoongi he dropped by because he missed him, yet his ex is unable to admit this to another person. Jesus, Yoongi did dodge a bullet with this one, huh?

"Mind your own fucking business", Hyunwoo grunts as an answer. He adjusts his jacket before adding with a condescending sneer: "I gotta tell you… you better be careful with this one, he gets attached really fast. It's a little pathetic actually, you should—"

/Thump.

It happens so fast Yoongi doesn't have time to stop Taehyung; he's not a fan of violence, and although he'd make a few exceptions when it comes to Hyunwoo, the last thing Yoongi wants is for Taehyung to get in trouble. His boyfriend has been through so much already…

But Taehyung doesn't hesitate when he grabs Hyunwoo's collar and drags him towards the nearest wall, slamming his body against the hard surface. Hyunwoo is in pain, judging by his contorted facial expressions, and he looks scared. Yoongi's never seen him like this before.

Frightened as he is, Hyunwoo laughs breathily at Taehyung's display of violence, probably out of nerves, or to rile him up. Not the smartest move, if you ask Yoongi. "Whoa there, big buy… what are you gonna do, huh? Punch me?"

Yoongi can't get a good look of Taehyung's face.

But he catches the poison in his voice as he replies: "Punched your little brother before… he can't fight for shit".

At this, Hyunwoo's jaw clenches. "You got him expelled, he's never gonna be able to graduate and it's all your fault".

"And I'll make sure you don't have another peaceful day in your life if you get near Yoongi again, understood?" Taehyung spits out. "I'm not beating you into a pulp right now just because he doesn't like violence, you gotta thank him for that…"

"I'm not thanking him—"

/Slam. Taehyung doesn't think twice before thrashing his ex's body against the wall again, this time harder, and Yoongi is so scared… he's shaking and crying and doesn't like the fact that Hyunwoo has gotten Taehyung, too, that he has power over him.

"Tae…" Yoongi calls, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "He's not worth it".

Hyunwoo laughs, amused by Yoongi's misery. "Yeah, yeah, listen to the little bitch, 'Tae', listen to him and—"

Yoongi watches as Hyunwoo's body flies across the hall.

He steps forward to stop Taehyung from hurting the other, but he doesn't have to; his boyfriend doesn't seem to have plans for getting physically aggressive. Hyunwoo is struggling to get on his feet when Yoongi's neighbors open their doors to see what's going on.

"What's all this noise?" the most long-lived lady in the building questions, irritated. "Yoongi-ya, why are these men fighting?"

"It's oppa's boyfriend, grandma," her granddaughter explains. "The nice one, Taehyung, remember?"

"Ah, the loud one… and who's the other one?"

/The loud one. Yoongi would blush in embarrassment, because Taehyung is indeed loud, not only in sex but in everything he does.

"The other one is oppa's ex", the girl explains, glaring at Hyunwoo. "The mean one…"

The lady narrows her eyes. She's old and blind, but she's scary.

"Point me towards him", she instructs, to which her granddaughter obeys, turning her fragile body towards Hyunwoo, who's still on the floor. "I can't see you, young man, but if you don't leave this place immediately, I'll call the police."

Hyunwoo scoffs as he gets on his feet. "I'm the one who was assaulted! I am the victim here!"

"You have no business doing here, after everything you did," the old lady retorts, waving her cane at him. "So leave now, or you'll be my four Chihuahuas' dinner."

Hyunwoo seems like he wants to say something, but no one in their right mind would go against Na Younghee. In the end, he gives up as he realizes he's outnumbered. "This isn't over, you hear?"

"It is if you don't want a restraining order on your ass," Taehyung counters.

"I'll make it happen, I know the law!" Younghee announces, and with her walking stick, she hits Hyunwoo's groin; she smiles when she hears his pained whimpers. "Get him out of here".

Two men grab Hyunwoo by the arms and drag him away.

Yoongi watches as his ex is being escorted out, not realizing he's shuddering, still spilling tears. He hears Younghee summoning Taehyung, "young man, come here", but he doesn't catch what she tell him. The granddaughter approaches Yoongi and runs a hand over his back.

tw: panic attack

"Are you okay?"

No, he's fighting back a panic attack and he's losing the battle. Any minute now, he's gonna start hyperventilating and ugly sobbing. "Yes", he lies. "Just a little shaken up".

"Understandable", Jihye nods. "Do you need anything?"

"I just don't wanna see him ever again", Yoongi chuckles; he's sweating now, out of breath, which means his crisis is closer than ever, and he doesn't want to break down with his neighbors around him. "I'm glad- I'm glad he's gone".

"Never liked him", she says.

"Hm".

Jihye glances at Taehyung. "He's better. More handsome, too".

"Yeah".

"He treats you well, we all can see that", the girl remarks. "Grandma likes him, even though he's so loud—"

Yoongi would love to continue with this conversation, but he can't; he needs to get out of there.

His deep intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by her, and before he can do anything else, Jihye is calling for Taehyung.

Yoongi doesn’t know what happens next; one second ago, he was in the middle of a semi crowded hall, and now he’s standing in his kitchen.

His boyfriend is telling him to breathe, “slowly, that’s it, make it deeper this time, there you go, one more, can you do that for me?”, and Yoongi obeys at the best of his abilities, curled up on the floor, back against the kitchen counter, tears spilling down his cheeks.

He hates himself for worrying Taehyung, for causing so much trouble, for being the same weak guy that Hyunwoo took advantage of. “You did nothing wrong”, he hears Taehyung’s voice, close but so far away. “It wasn’t your fault, okay? Don’t let him get to your head”.

“He’s gone now”, Taehyung assures him. “He can’t hurt you anymore, I’ll make sure of that”.

Yoongi lets out a shuddering breath. “He’s- don’t wanna- see him”.

“And you won’t see him ever again, okay? You’re safe, you’re home and you’re with me. I love you”.

Yoongi clings to those words, breathes through his nose and exhales, following Taehyung’s instructions. His boyfriend is not touching him, but he stays close, giving him the space he needs.

“Say it again”.

“Hm?”

“Tell me- that I’m okay”.