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╭ ╮ "getting shy?" ╰ ╯
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?"