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"getting shy?"

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One look across the room tells him that he's got nothing to worry about; it's clean, tidy, and it doesn't smell like spoiled samgyupsal anymore. The box of chicken is on the table, the beers are in the fridge, and Taehyung is shaking as he waits for Yoongi.

He finds himself in front of the mirror again, checking his appearance. The outfit he chose could be better, but he always feel comfortable and confident with sweatpants and a t-shirt, and as he messes around with his hair, Taehyung blinks.

What is he doing?

Is he seriously fussing over his looks because of a guy? Is he really worried about what a guy might think about him? A guy he knows nothing about?

There's definitely something wrong with him.

Taehyung slaps himself twice to wake up, but doing that brings back memories.

┋"Look at me." Yoongi's voice is low as he speaks against his ear, but Taehyung can't, can't open his eyes, so Yoongi slaps him gently, urging him to obey. "I said, look at me. I wanna see you."┋

Taehyung blinks again, shakes his head to get the memory out of his mind.

"Jesus, I'm fucking crazy," he says to his reflection, dark blush spreading over his cheeks. "Seriously, this is—"

Two knocks startle him, and since Taehyung remains frozen in front of the mirror, his phone buzzes with an incoming text. "im here, open up".

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱.

Taehyung shivers as he gets another flashback, Yoongi whispering those words with two fingers brushing Taehyung's lower lip, pushing them into his mouth—

He shakes his head again and pinches his arm. "Come on, Kim Taehyung… it's a guy, nothing special."

After taking a deep breath, Taehyung grabs the doorknob and opens the door.

No, he can't do this. He didn't think this through long enough, there's no way he—

"Hey," Yoongi says before lowering his mouth mask. "Did I interrupt something?"

Taehyung blinks. "Um, no. Why?"

"You seem a little flustered." Yoongi shrugs, like it's not a big deal, which it is, by the way, because Taehyung was thinking about him.

"I'm okay, I was just– in the bathroom." Yoongi quirks an eyebrow. "No, I didn't– it's not– Just come in… someone might see you."

Yoongi makes a weird sound, a mixture of a laugh and a snort, and Taehyung wonders what the hell does that mean. "You can put your shoes over there," he says, pointing at the shoe rack.

"Thanks"

"Want a beer?"

Yoongi looks at him for a brief moment before nodding. "Yeah, okay"

Taehyung is grateful for the distraction, and he takes the opportunity to run his clammy hands over the fabric of his sweatpants. He hasn't stopped shaking, and now there's a pressure on his chest as well… it doesn't help that he can feel Yoongi's eyes on him.

Seriously, what's going on? Why does he feel like he's about to explode into million pieces, just because a guy is looking at him while he struggles to uncap the beer?

"Here," he says, eyes fixed on the floor as he hands him the bottle.

"Thanks."

"I've got– chicken."

Yoongi tilts his head. "Chicken?"

"I told you, I– I bought chicken and beer," Taehyung stutters, face warm in embarrassment. "I thought you– Um, I could get something else, if you want?"

"No, it's fine, I thought you were joking."

"I wasn't."

"Then chicken is more than okay."

With a final nod, Taehyung turns to grab the takeout box, wondering why the hell were they arguing about chicken. He's making a fool of himself in front of the first guy that touched his dick…

He's glad Jungkook wasn't there, otherwise he'd never hear the end of it.

Taehyung notices his trembling hands as he settles the box on the table; if Yoongi sees it, he doesn't comment on it, choosing to clink their bottles, even though there's nothing to celebrate.

The first couple of minutes are awkward, filled with silence and loud munching.

Normally, Taehyung is loud when he eats, and he chooses to be louder, almost annoyingly so, just to take over the uncomfortable moment.

But then Yoongi clears his throat, takes a gulp from his beer, and says, "So… I'm curious."

"About?"

"About this."

Taehyung refuses to look at him, so he pretends to be fascinated by his piece of chicken. "W-what do you mean?"

He hears Yoongi's sigh; from the corner of his eye, he sees him leaning against the back of the chair as he examines the room.

"I mean, it's nice of you to invite me over," Yoongi says. "And I appreciate them the drinks and food, I really do, it's just– Why me?"

Taehyung licks his lower lip. "I- I don't understand."

"Why did you ask me to come to your room? We're not friends."

With a shrug, Taehyung pretends he's not about to piss his pants. "We could."

"Is that what you want us to be?" Yoongi's voice is dark, low– it makes Taehyung's eyelids heavy. "Friends?"

"I mean– yeah?"

Yoongi nods. "Is this how you ask other people to be your friend?"

There's so much weight on that question, and Taehyung feels like he's naked again, in front of Yoongi, exposed and vulnerable. "N-no."

"No?"

Taehyung shifts, as his legs squeeze together under Yoongi's insistent eyes. "I just– I dunno."

An impasse.

Yoongi doesn't talk, he doesn't have to; Taehyung's hand trembles again as he reaches for his drink— he's such a mess, hot and bothered, that he accidentally knocks the bottle, and of course, his luck is so bad that the beer ends up landing on Yoongi's lap.

"God, I'm sorry," Taehyung says, getting to his feet to get a towel while Yoongi examines his current situation. "I'm such a dumbass, I– I don't know what's wrong with me—"

"It's fine," Yoongi assures him.

"Here, lemme help you."

Taehyung then does something really stupid.

He gets on his knees, right between Yoongi's legs, and tries to dry the beer off his jeans and shirt.

Taehyung doesn't quite comprehend the position he's in until Yoongi makes a choked sound, like he's in pain. "What's wrong?," he asks.

"You don't have to do that."

Like the dumbass he is, Taehyung blinks again, eyes darting from Yoongi's strained expression to his own hand, touching a particular area that he should definitely not be touching. "Sorry," he rushes to say, pulling his hand away immediately. "I– I didn't notice."