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as a botany major, what yoongi likes the most are good music, the iced americano he buys from the cafe down the block, his trusty olympus om-d e-m5, and his succulents that he says the only one that understands him. so when he found out from the dorm leader that someone was finally occupying that dusty yet comfortable bed opposite to his, he didn’t know what to feel.
he didn’t know if he’d like the company considering the fact that he was already happy with how things were.
“hello? what the fuck are you doing here?” yoongi narrowed his eyes at the bright and extremely beautiful male who stood by the door.
“hi, i’m kim taehyung!” the bright and extremely beautiful male enthusiastically introduced himself. “you look cute. will you please be my model for my project?” taehyung, who yoongi assumed is younger than him, looked nothing but unfazed (yoongi thought that was kinda appealing but he won’t really say that out loud.)
taehyung entered the room, making yoongi question his entire existence as a person who values his personal space.
“hey, you didn’t answer me.” yoongi hardened his gaze, trying to look intimidating (or so hoseok told him he did.)
taehyung’s eyes were roaming around the room until they landed on yoongi’s. the older felt his stance waiver. why does he have to be damn taller than i am?
“starting today, i’ll be occupying that bed over there,” taehyung pointed to the bed untouched for almost two (2) months now. “lots of potential if i do say so myself.” he grinned at the smaller man.
shit, that was breathtaking. yoongi looked away. “okay, great, just don’t make any noise and we’ll be on good terms.” he then started cleaning up his cluttered desk.
“aren’t you going to introduce yourself,” the younger pondered for a moment before calling, “hyung?”
“min yoongi, a botany major.” he glanced up for a moment and soon went back to taking pictures of his succulents that had been forgotten since taehyung came in.
“yoongi hyung, i like it.” taehyung nodded to himself, as if he was agreeing with himself on something.
yoongi looked at taehyung in confusion before staring at the object that took the younger’s attention. after seeing taehyung’s attention on his very lovely succulents, yoongi replied, “i like it too,” and pointed at the camera bag that taehyung was holding. “newest model, right?”
“it is! had to work my ass off for it, but it was worth the trouble” he fondly smiled at his camera before asking, “wanna check it out, hyung?”
“you’re cool with that?” yoongi’s lit up and he couldn’t stop his mouth from forming a smile.
taehyung threw his head back and laughed. he started walking up to yoongi. “of course, hyung. i’ll even let you borrow it, if you want.”
yoongi immediately stood up straight in embarrassment and taehyung laughed harder. “shut up... taehyung.”
he pursed his lips together in his attempt to hide the heat that climbed up his cheeks. he knew by then that he was fucked for all eternity by a man named kim taehyung.
---
“my loveliest husband, i have returned home from war!”
yoongi further pushed his headphones onto his ears in his attempt to drown out the resonating words within the walls of their room, but failing to do so.
the older decided to get out of his studio, which is basically their closet, to check up on his roommate (or “husband,” as quoted from taehyung.)
“how many times have i told you to stop calling me that?” yoongi huffed, leaning on the closet’s door frame while eyeing the box taehyung was carrying, not that he was avoiding the younger’s bashful smile at him, definitely not.
“but hyung, you stay inside almost all the time, you give me food when i forget to feed myself, i do the same,” taehyung proceeded to place the box he bought on the counter, but not before taking off his shoes.
“we are the perfect husbands™!” (taehyung never forgets to say ™ and yoongi is always annoyed by it though he actually finds it really cute.)
yoongi went up to the counter, opposite to taehyung, with an amused smile on his face seeing as the younger has followed this made-up tradition of his, bringing home a box full of mystery items.
“so what did you bring home this time?” taehyung perked up before unwrapping the box. “hyung, i bought christmas decorations!” he flashed the older a smile.
“even we already have christmas decors from your mom last week!” yoongi pointed at the neglected box of unused decors by their fridge.
“hyung, you don’t get it.” yoongi looked at the older man in disappointment. “stocking up on decorations is what makes christmas fun! plus, it makes us more like a married couple, don’t you think?”
“shut up, brat.” yoongi frowned, though he won’t ever admit that he found that idea heartwarming, then started bringing out the ornaments from the box and asked, “so when are we decorating?”
taehyung hummed in thought. “maybe on our free days.”
inside the box, yoongi saw a blur of red and green colours; christmas balls, fairy lights, wreaths that look like they could seriously hurt if touched. “where’d you even get these things?”
but what caught yoongi’s eyes weren’t those colourful decorations. shuffling around the counter, he reached into the box.
“a christmas tree? seriously?” he held the tiny tree in his hands, touching it as careful as he could. taehyung nodded excitedly like a child.
“a christmas wouldn’t be worth celebrating without having one, so i chose the most perfect one i could.” taehyung pouted. “all of them were adorable so it was hard.”
yoongi stared at him, mouth agape and the words were just stuck in his throat. no, you’re the one who’s fucking cute AND perfect around here.
“look, i even bought our babies christmas hats to get them into the holiday spirit.” taehyung brought out a pack of the tiniest christmas hats he has ever seen in his whole life, wrapped in plastic.
“huh.” yoongi gave him a lopsided smile, not giving away signs of physical distress. “i knew you would like it.” the younger gave yoongi’s shoulder a playful nudge.
for our babies, he said our babies. he called my babies, our babies.
“yeah, sure.” yoongi looked over his shoulder to look at their (read: baby) succulents and to hide the subtle color of red that rushed to his cheeks.
---
waking up to a brightly lit room was something yoongi grew accustomed to.
so when he came back home from his class ( it’s not just a class, it’s plant physiology, yoongi corrected himself) and saw the room pretty much lifeless, his mind was thrown into disarray.
“where the fuck is he?” he looked around, checking everywhere for left notes for him, though it was unsuccessful. he then proceeded to check his phone that was on mute.
23 new unread message
15 missed calls from Tae
he then read the string of messages saying “hyung” and scrolled down and not to long, saw—
taehyung
hyung im goin out 2nite
dont wait up
dont worry im with bogum
fuck that bogum. or whoever he was. yoongi didn’t really have the time to meet with that bogum seeing that their schedules were pretty much different from each other’s but yoongi already hates that bogum.
he replied,
yoongi
okay. suit yourself. but i’m not picking you up.
he knew it was childish, he knew he was petty but he really couldn’t deny the fact that he liked the man and he was just really really jealous.
taehyung
hyung whats wrong
u never reply ‘okay’ its always ‘ok’
r u ok
should i come back home
i can ask bogum to make some excuse for me
hyung
hyung?
yoongi hated himself. and he decided not to reply.
bogum, bogum, who the fuck is he anyway? despite yoongi’s obvious display of hate for the man, it really was pointless, he told himself.
because taehyung wasn’t there to tease him about it.
ding!
“now what?” yoongi muttered to himself before opening the message.
hoseok
hyung, it’s hoseok, wanna go party with us?
namjoon and seokjin’s here too
*seokjin hyung sry
the door opened and taehyung was there.
yoongi
sure.
“hyung, what’s wrong? i had to ask bogum to cover up for me, he’s a real nice man.” taehyung left his shoes by the entrance, then he stopped seeing that yoongi was preparing to go out.
“hyung? where are you going?” yoongi looked at him feeling indifferent.
“oh, nothing, i’m going out tonight, don’t wait up for me. don’t worry, i’m with hoseok.” now it was taehyung’s turn to get angry.
“hyung, seriously?” taehyung dropped his bag on the floor and yoongi couldn’t help but flinch. “i hurriedly went back home because i’m fucking worried and this is what i get? what the fuck, hyung?” he reached for yoongi’s hand to hold it. it always goes like this before the argument gets bigger.
yoongi sighs. “taehyungie, let’s just hold hands to end this, okay?” the mint-haired man slowly raised his hand, offering to taehyung.
the younger reluctantly placed his hand on top of yoongi’s palm. a comforting warmth spread through his body. having his head down the whole time, he finally had the courage to look at yoongi’s face.
what taehyung saw was home, when in reality it was the soft smile the older had on his face that made him look sleepy when he’s not drinking his daily dose of caffeine.
“we good now?” yoongi asks, hands still in place while watching taehyung’s pout turn into a grin.
“yeah.”
but this time was different. before taehyung could reach for yoongi’s arm, the older pulled his arm back. his eyes were clouded with anger and confusion.
“then go back to bogum’s side or whatnot. i didn’t fucking ask you to come back home, no one did.” yoongi slammed the door shut and that was when taehyung realized everything.
yoongi’s jealous?
taehyung couldn’t help but feel disappointed whilst his heart fluttered for the thought. brushing his feelings aside, he decided to text hoseok and ask for a favor.
taehyung
htufn
*hyung
yoongi hyung’s going w u right
not a second later, he received a reply.
hobi
ye why
taehyung
well we kinda had a fight
so i
need to ask u a favor
hobi
what
holding hands didnt work?
but sure what is it
taehyung
nah hyung :-(
o thx
pls keep an eye on yoongi hyung ;-(
hobi
ok i got it
---
“yoongi’s here!”
the said man entered the pub with a grim expression, and the rest of the guys immediately noticed this.
yoongi sat on the empty space beside hoseok, parallel to where namjoon and seokjin were seated. the latter pair looked knowingly at each other before smiling at the grumpy mint-haired man’s arrival.
“why the long face? it’s christmas eve,” hoseok nudged yoongi, placing an empty shot glass in front of him. “you should cheer up, or you know, stop being such an ass?”
“the last one’s going to be hard for him to do though,” namjoon snickered at himself, (something seokjin would definitely do.) yoongi grabbed the half-filled bottle of soju and poured himself a shot.
“maybe you’re right,” yoongi’s expression from earlier softened, his mouth forming a frown. “i would be spending time at home right now if i weren’t so—”
“oh.”
silence ensued as they (except for hoseok) realized, or atleast see that something between him and taehyung happened.
“huh,” hoseok hummed thoughtfully to himself. so that’s why…
seokjin patted on yoongi’s shoulder before nodding in the most awkward way he could, trying not to show how funny he saw the ‘situation.’ “we have all night to drink, buddy.”
“yeah, yeah, sure.” yoongi brushed off seokjin’s hand. “hand me another bottle, hyung.”
---
after tending to their babies (read: succulents) for the whole night (spending precious and joyous christmas time with them and not waiting up for a beautiful tiny man with triangular-shaped eyes by their doorstep), taehyung received a text message from hoseok at 2:43 A.M. saying,
pls open the door nd hurry hes rlly heavy and imndying.
complying, he ran to the door and hurriedly opened it.
“hey—” taehyung was attacked with a bearhug before he could even see who it was, but judging by the familiar colour of fringe and the exasperated looking man at the front that looked nothing like min yoongi, he knew.
“he’s wasted,” hoseok said, and taehyung gave him the ‘no-shit-sherlock’ gaze. “and he stinks,” he added.
yoongi mumbled a few slurred words, nuzzling his face into the younger’s neck. taehyung sighs, petting the older’s head softly.
“come in.”
taehyung dragged yoongi’s drunk ass and carried him gently onto his bed. hoseok followed into the room, settling on their comfy couch with warm and cuddly blankets on it (not that taehyung prepared it for the christmas cuddling time he was imagining inside his head.)
“nice christmas tree you got here,” hoseok pointed at the tiny ‘christmas’ tree by the couch, full of colourful lights with a star as tiny as it is sitting at the top.
“thanks. we decorated the whole thing,” taehyung glanced at it before taking a seat beside hoseok.
“‘we?’ as in you and min yoongi?” amusement and disbelief could be heard from hoseok’s tone. the younger nodded hesitantly.
“well, i guess he likes christmas now, huh?” hoseok grinned, showing his dimples. taehyung kept quiet, seeming to be deep in thought.
“you know, he was blabbering about some guy with you,” hoseok filled in the silence.
“a guy named bogus? boatgum? or was it beachgoon? i don’t remember much since he kept on messing with the name.”
taehyung stared at hoseok with an emotionless gaze. “what?”
“he said you always hung out with this ballgame dude and he started getting petty about it.”
the succulents, already dress up in their christmas hats, remain still in the background. (if they weren’t taehyung would have declined the room offer in an instant.)
(just kidding.)
and everything clicked inside his head. bogum .
“are you alright? your face is kind of..“ hoseok gestured to his face with an unsure expression.
“i’ve always been this good looking,” taehyung answered monotonously.
the whole day has finally weighed down on taehyung, resting his head between his palms. it was fate for two idiots to room together.
“i know he’s pretty hard to deal with, especially when he’s drunk but take care of him, alright?” hoseok smiled at taehyung and got up to leave their dorm after resting for a couple of minutes.
taehyung followed hoseok to the door and locked it. he went to grab a glass of cold water but he stopped in his tracks after hearing yoongi shout his name a couple of times.
“taehyung? taehyung-ah?? taehyungie???” taehyung smiled from ear to ear and soon after heard yoongi groan and say something along the lines of i don’t really wanna call him that because it makes us kinda domestic but i guess i kinda want that.
“husband!” taehyung heard a thud, making him rush back to yoongi’s side.
he saw a very adorable sight—yoongi was on the floor, attempting to stand up on his own. he then saw taehyung and went for his feet, but obviously failing. admitting defeat, yoongi sighed, making his flushed cheeks appear more vividly.
taehyung chuckled at this. the older was making grabby hands at taehyung, wanting him to be carried back to the bed.
taehyung obliged and brought him back. yoongi pulled him closer, muttering a tiny come here , and he felt his cheeks warm up.
“you know, if you were gay,” hiccup. “i’d definitely hit on you.”
taehyung raised an eyebrow at this.
he doesn’t know?
he subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose. after all this time i was calling him my husband (the gayest thing one could ever do) and all.
“min yoongi, you—” he raised his voice before realizing the older fell asleep on him. seeing him sleeping soundly with a peaceful look on his face made him think so otherwise.
--☆
blinding. one word to describe the first time taehyung came and crashed into his life with all the unnecessary, but deep, positivity and nagging.
that’s sweet, but it also describes his view the moment he opened his eyes.
shit. yoongi groans, the sunlight coming from outside of their window greeting him in the face. i can’t believe how childish i am.
“hyung, are you awake?” yoongi blinked a few times and looked around before settling on a familiar silhouette by the window.
his head was pounding over his hangover, but he would recognize who that damn guy by the window is.
“no, i am not.” yoongi buried his head under the pillow he was resting on and tried to go back to sleep. after a few minutes, yoongi was the first one to break the silence.
“i’m sorry.”
“for what, hyung?”
“for getting ahead of myself.”
taehyung suppressed a laugh before answering back. “it’s alright, hyung. now, come follow me and i’ll make us some hot cocoa.” he started walking back to their kitchen.
yoongi got up from his bed in the most painful way he could ever do, regretting his choice of drinking with hoseok and the others (namjoon and seokjin.)
he went and sat on their couch, resting his head on his hand because damn , his head hurt like hell and his throat was as dry as a desert.
taehyung went over carrying two mugs of hot cocoa, steaming in the air. he handed one over to yoongi and placed his down on the table before settling beside yoongi.
“merry christmas, hyung! not sure if this is a hangover drink but it sure does add to the holiday spirit.” taehyung raised his arms in a ‘surprise!’ manner.
yoongi thought if he didn't fuck up the night before, they would’ve been by their couch and taehyung would’ve been in his arms while they watched the sitcom taehyung’s been watching for ages (and yes, yoongi was tired of it but he didn’t mind because it was taehyung.)
with the tiny christmas tree they assembled, flickering beside them, the steaming cup of cocoa in his hands, the soft and warm blankets they were sitting on, and with each other’s presence, it was perfect.
“oh, by the way hyung,” yoongi started sipping on his drink. man, this is damn good, he thought
“yeah?” he hummed.
“you can hit on me anytime, you know?”
yoongi halted his movements and before he even realized it, he stopped breathing abruptly.
shit, guess i didn’t.
yoongi choked on the hot cocoa he was drinking while his cheeks, for the nth time, flushed into shades of red.
taehyung broke into a fit of laughter, leaning against his hyung for leverage. from yoongi’s eyes, the bright christmas lights could never compare to the happiness he feels whenever he’s with the man beside him.
and the two (from then on) spent their mornings cuddling with or without the company of a christmas tree.
as a botany major, what yoongi likes the most are good music, the iced americano he buys from the cafe down the block, his trusty olympus om-d e-m5, his babies, and the extremely good-looking bubbly, yet sly, man kim taehyung (his boyfriend for short.)