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Oh shit.
Taehyung groaned, blinking hard before opening his eyes again, just in case. Nope, it wasn't just his eyes playing tricks on him.
Jimin I am going to kill you...
Pulling his hood over his head, he rushed to the bathroom, keeping his face down-turned. He slammed the door behind him and locked it before padding towards the sink, turning the tap on.
Before he could even touch the water, he heard a knock on the door.
"Is everything okay in there?"
And of course it was Yoongi who had to hear him slamming the door.
"Yes! Fine!" He called, panic rising in his chest as he glanced towards his reflection.
Oh god it was even worse in the light.
"Oh, Taehyung? That was you?"
"Yup, sorry for slamming the door, Hyung." Please just go away.
"No... that's okay." He heard Yoongi mumble. "Um, can you open up?"
"I'm kinda busy!" Taehyung was standing, terrified, knowing that if Yoongi saw what had happened, it would just... actually he had no idea what would happen. He didn't want to find out though.
"Taehyung, I just need to talk to you for a sec." Yoongi sighed from the other side of the door. "Please?"
Taehyung groaned. He could practically imagine Yoongi leaning against the door, one arm leaning above his head for support, his forehead leaning against it with a small pout on his lips and how could he say no to that?
He wondered whether the elder had brushed his hair yet, or if it was a fluffy mess on the top of his head.
"Tae?" Yoongi murmured, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Taehyung shuffled over to the door and almost opened it before remembering the situation he was in he yanked his hand away from the door handle as though he'd been burnt.
"What do you need to talk about?" He called, pulling his hood back on as though Yoongi could see through the door.
"It's about Jungkook."
Taehyung sighed. Of course it was about Jungkook. The seven of them had all drawn straws to swap rooms last night, and Jungkook got to stay with Yoongi the whole time which was horribly unfair. He and Jimin had heard the youngest laughing all night long and he hated the fact that Yoongi had probably been entertaining him on purpose.
"What about him?" Taehyung loved Jungkook, no doubt about it but he still felt a pang of envy that Yoongi wanted to talk about him first thing in the morning.
"I think you already know..."
Taehyung bit his lip. He hadn't a clue what Yoongi was on about.
"No I don't, look can we talk about this in a min-"
"Just open the fucking door for a second." Yoongi snapped, before softly adding. "I need to see you."
"I can't." Taehyung admitted, his forehead itching where the marker had left marks on him.
"I think you'll find that you can."
With a sigh, Taehyung drew the strings of his hoodie tighter and unlocked the door. Yoongi was going to admit that he liked Kookie or something, and he would be caring and supportive and blahblahblah.
There was a pause.
"Why is your hood like that?" Yoongi asked, a small smile creeping onto his face. He hadn't brushed his hair yet and Taehyung wanted to ruffle it but, of course, he didn't.
"I have a spot on my forehead." He lied.
Yoongi looked down.
"That's not true." He mumbled. "I um... I want to apologise for what Jungkook wrote on your head, it was a joke and it didn't mean anything and I begged him not to..."
"Wait hold up." Taehyung pulled his hood down and pointed dramatically at his forehead. "You mean to tell me this was Jungkook's doing?!"
Oh now Junkook is so going to get it...
"Y-yeah, sorry." Yoongi's eyes darted towards the words and then he looked away, blushing. "It was a joke and he misunderstood it and..."
"Jungkook did this?" Taehyung was still in shock. "Why?"
"Uh." Yoongi shrugged but Taehyung grabbed him by the shoulders and contemplated shaking the truth out of him.
What did Kookie tell Yoongi???
He was panicking and Yoongi was staring at him a little scared.
"What did he tell you?" Taehyung demanded, grabbing Yoongi's hand and dragging him to his dorm, hoping that he could think of some excuse to cover up what had slipped from his junior's mouth.
"Hey what's wrong with you?" Yoongi yanked his hand from Taehyung's grip the moment they reached his room and he closed the door behind him.
"Why are you panicking?" He demanded, turning to Taehyung angrily. "If this is about what Jungkook wrote, just forget it okay? Like I said, it was a joke and it meant nothing. It was a complete and utter misunderstanding over something I'd said last night."
"What did you say?"
"None of your business," Yoongi grumbled, looking away.
Taehyung arched his eyebrow and pointed to his face.
"I think that it is very much a part of my business, given that I have 'property of Min Yoongi' written across my forehead, Hyung."
"I told you it was a misunderstanding."
"And what did he misunderstand, exactly?"
Yoongi looked up at him with a guilty expression.
"We were drinking." He began, fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper. "And, uh... Jungkook was saying that he wanted to be with Jimin."
Taehyung waited for him to continue with an expectant expression. "And...?"
"And I um, I said that I would swap with Jimin for him if it weren't for the fact that you were with him..."
Taehyung's heart sank as he heard those words.
"... because I know how close you two are." Yoongi continued. "But then Jungkook said something dumb like 'Tae would be yours if you wanted him to be.'"
I am going to kill Kookie with the rustiest knife I can find...
"And thenisediwish..."
"What was that?" Taehyung yelped.
"And then I sediwish."
"Stop mumbling Hyung! Spit it out already!"
"I said 'I wish' okay?!" Yoongi growled, looking away.
Taehyung stared at him.
He glanced towards the mirror at the side of the room and felt a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"You wish? That I was yours?" He asked gently, unsure as to whether he was getting his hopes up too soon or not.
Yoongi looked up at him but said nothing, clearly uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Taehyung stepped in closer to him and looked down into his face with the most comforting expression he could muster.
"Do you?" He asked, resting his hands on Yoongi's hips.
"Stop teasing." Yoongi whispered. "Laugh at me if you want, but don't act like this."
So Taehyung laughed softly, but he didn't move away.
Instead, he dipped his head down, just a little, and brushed his nose against Yoongi's.
"Do you?" He asked again.
"Yes." Came the reply.
Without thinking, without hesitating, he made the last little bit of the journey to Yoongi's lips and they were kissing. Easy as that.
Well, maybe he'd leaned in a bit to fast and bumped against his elder a little too hard, but other than that it worked out so damn simply that he wondered why he hadn't done this months ago. A tiny yelp from Yoongi definitely offered some gratification too.
He pulled Yoongi backwards until his bed hit the back of his legs and he sank down, pulling the elder onto his lap as he moved.
He liked this new angle, tilting his head up as Yoongi smiled against his lips.
Taehyung was just about to deepen the kiss when Yoongi pulled back and brought has thumb to his mouth.
The Fuck?
Yoongi licked his thumb and before Taehyung could protest, his forehead was being rubbed.
Is this a part of the foreplay?
"Stop moving." Yoongi snapped as Taehyung squirmed.
"What... What is this?" He asked.
"I don't need Jungkook's antics ruining the moment." The elder explained, shifting so that he had one leg on either side of Taehyung's lap.
The younger suddenly remembered the words scrawled out on his face and he laughed.
"Oh yeah, cos you wiping my forehead with your spit isn't ruining the moment already." He giggled, even though he was dizzyingly aware of how close a certain part of him was to Yoongi.
"Your talking is ruining the moment," Yoongi growled. "Just give me a second it's almost gone."
"Mmm nope." Taehyung laughed. He wrapped an arm around Yoongi's waist and turned them around so that he was hovering on top of the elder. "I'd much rather wash my face later..."
Yoongi rolled his eyes but didn't protest as Taehyung brought his lips to his neck to leave a trail of butterfly kisses.
-
"What do we do??" Seokjin whispered, grabbing his sweatpants off the ground as the door to Namjoon's room opened.
He ducked behind the shelf and internally thanked the architects for strategically including a large bookcase as a separator between Taehyung and Namjoon's living areas.
"Hey what's wrong with you?" They heard Yoongi snap.
Wait, Yoongi?
Namjoon raised his finger to his lips and both of them pressed their ears against the bookcase, trying desperately to hear the words that were being exchanged between Taehyung and Yoongi.
They shared a small smile when they heard Tae taking some initiative at last.
Seokjin gasped when he saw Taehyung press his lips to Yoongi's, and Namjoon pinched him causing a yelp to escape his mouth. They looked at each other in shock, but the two others didn't seem to notice, too busy moving backwards towards the bed.
Oh shit... the bed...
They silently prayed for Yoongi and Taehyung to TAKE THINGS SLOW as they crept into Namjoon's bed, opening his laptop and plugging their headphones in, because some things are better off not being witnessed.