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taehyung loved jimin more than almost anything in the world, he really did. he was his best friend after all; how could he not love him? everyone loved jimin, and there were many reasons to- he's compassionate, friendly, a genuinely nice person to be around. he's charismatic, he's sweet, he's easy to become fond of, easy to praise, the epitome of lovely. but of course, taehyung wasn't the only person that thought this.
anyone who spent longer than thirty seconds with jimin felt the same way- including yoongi.
it was no secret that jimin loved praise; 'jiminie is handsome!' and 'ah, our cutie jiminie!' were compliments dealt on the daily, well-deserved compliments. it was rare to walk around these days without hearing at least one person saying, 'but isn't jiminie cute? '
maybe taehyung was a little jealous of it. maybe.
maybe he wanted to hear yoongi say, 'ah, our taehyungie is so cute! ' or 'taehyung-ah looks pretty today!'
what was it that jimin had that made everyone flock to him like moths to a lamp? what was it that jimin had that made others fawn over his every move, what was it that jimin had that taehyung didn't?
it was a strange kind of jealousy. it wasn't one that made him resent jimin, for that would be stupid and quite frankly childish, it was more of a, what do i have to do to get what you have?
taehyung pouted as he pulled his pajama sleeves over his hands, shrugging the material from his shoulders so it hung loosely. he stood in the door frame between the kitchen and the lounge and pondered for a while, with only himself and the white noise coming from the television that he had left on for company.
if he listened closely, he could just about make out jungkook and jimin's not-so-quiet whispering, the sound of hoseok's laptop keyboard, and an unidentified person flicking the bathroom light switch.
"taehyung? what are you doing up?" taehyung turned to see yoongi by the fridge, the door ajar, beer can in his hand and a soft, content smile on his face.
"it's only ten, yoongi hyung... i'm not a child." he scrunched his nose, fiddling once again with his sleeves while yoongi cracked open his can and gestured for taehyung to join him in the lounge. "could say the same for you."
"i couldn't sleep- do you realize how loud you set the volume for the television? i'm sure they could probably hear it in the next building." yoongi brushed any crumbs from his sofa cushion and then threw the decorative ones over to the other sofa. "you want some?" he held out his can for taehyung, he shook his head and pursed his lips.
"i'm good, you keep it." he looked down to his sleeves once again, running the stitched hem between his thumb and forefinger while yoongi sipped his drink.
"everything okay? you can look at me you know, i'm not scary!" yoongi said, chuckling a little, though his eyes didn't move from the tv. "it's not as if we're strangers."
"i'm fine yoongi hyung, really- "
"-listen... i know that i usually limit hand holding to conflict solving only, but i can make an exception for now- as long as you don't tell the others. i have a reputation to uphold, or whatever. a fake reputation is all a man has."
"you've gone soft, yoongi hyung."
"i've always been soft. it's offensive of you to think anything otherwise- what do you take me for, a jerk?" he scoffed in mock hurt.
"i would never!"
"good to know... you gonna take up my offer on the hand holding, or were you letting me down gently?" yoongi joked. "because the offer still stands." he didn't really wait for an answer; not that he needed one, he was going to hold taehyung's hand whether he said he wanted to or not.
"y'know," he took a last sip from his can, setting it down on a coaster so that he had another free hand, "you have pretty hands."
"i do?" yoongi hummed in confirmation, and brought up his other hands to the nape of taehyung's neck, curling the hair gently between his fingers.
"your hair is pretty too, you look nice," he said is so nonchalantly, as though he didn't realize the effect it was having on taehyung.
yoongi thought he was pretty. yoongi liked his hair. but yoongi thinks jiminie is pretty too, yoongi likes jiminie's hair, this is nothing special.
"you really think that?" yoongi's hand was resting on his shoulder, with his thumb in the crook of his neck, and in all honesty, taehyung wasn't as good at feigning nonchalance as yoongi was. especially when his hand was now cupping his face - which was highly embarrassing, considering that now yoongi could practically feel his face burning and he couldn't even try and hide it. "i thought that you thought that jiminie hyung was cute?"
"did i look like i was joking?" yoongi's grip on the younger's face tightened ever so lightly, and the hand that was once holding taehyung's was brought up to cup the other side of his face. "everything about you is just... pretty. pretty hair, pretty hands, pretty voice... and of course i think jiminie is cute, i have eyes taehyung; everyone with eyes thinks that jiminie is cute- why should that mean that you can't be pretty too?"
pretty, pretty, pretty. all taehyung could hear was pretty, pretty, pretty, and he liked it too much.
"pretty face," yoongi tentatively kissed his forehead and had it not been for his hands holding taehyung's face, then taehyung would have probably jolted back, just because of the initial shock.
"pretty eyes, pretty nose," yoongi kissed the tip of his nose, a little more confidence behind it, probably considering the positive reaction that he had just received. he tapped it with his finger for good measure, almost as a way of stalling for what was to come.
"pretty lips... really pretty lips, taehyungie."
call him slightly crazy, but taehyung had always wondered what kissing yoongi would feel like. whether he'd be gentle, rough, whether his lips would be chapped or not, whether or not he would kiss by another's book or his own- now he could confirm; gentle, slightly chapped, but not in dire need of lip balm, he tasted like the alcohol he was drinking with a slight edge of mint, but taehyung didn't even mind in the circumstances because, to be frank, this was beyond what his head could have even imagined.
"you're so flustered, it's cute."
"i'm not-"
"shh." yoongi placed his finger on taehyung's bottom lip, and of almost voluntary instinct, without giving a second thought to what he was doing, taehyung wrapped his lips around it.
forget flustered, he was completely mortified- if the ground was to suddenly open up then he would gladly jump right in and just let it swallow him, he wanted anything other than to have to face yoongi right now. even yoongi, who was usually good at keeping a stoic face no matter the situation, was a little taken aback.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry, i-" he could feel hot tears pricking his eyes and he rubbed at them out of panic, not wanting to have another thing to be embarrassed about looming over his head. "i didn't mean to do that, i'm so-"
"taehyung, look at me."
"yoongi hyung, i-"
"i said look at me, taehyung." his voice was soft and yet firm and tinged with sympathy. once he'd finally got him to raise his head and look him in the eyes, a feat which was only completed after lengths of hesitation. "you're not allowed to cry. i won't let you cry, not on my watch- and no sniffling either... there's no need to cry, its fine..." yoongi kissed the top of taehyung's forehead once more and then continued to pepper little kisses all over his face until there were no traces of sadness left. "do you want me to kiss you again, would that cheer you up?"
taehyung wanted to nod, he really did, but he was practically intoxicated from a mix of embarrassment and infatuation and he wasn't really capable of forming words- that wasn't good enough for yoongi.
"where do you want it? here?" he pointed to taehyung's left cheek, and taehyung shook his head.
"here?" he pointed to taehyung's right cheek, and he shook his head once again.
"where else am i supposed to go then?" yoongi smirked. "come on tae, you've never been shy with me before, you brat, what changed?"
taehyung pouted and tapped his lips with his index finger, to which yoongi feigned a sudden dawn of realization.
"oh, so that's where you wanted it? you could have just said so!" it was cheesy, it was beyond cliche, it seemed so out of character, and yet it just made him feel more comfortable.
it happened a little more naturally this time, with taehyung being able to physically move and not be immobilized from shock. it was still bitter alcohol with mint, and yet somehow, it was so much better.
it lasted longer too, and even once they pulled away, almost as if they were coming up for air, they found each other again, getting more heated with the passing seconds.
yoongi had him on his lap, who had his hands tangled in the other's hair, while he circled his own thumbs onto taehyung's back, with his hands wrapped around his waist, feeling the silk of his pajamas.
yoongi tried not to let his hands move too freely; he still didn't know what taehyung wanted- the last thing that he wanted to do was to make him feel uncomfortable. he just wanted him happy. nonetheless, the keyword was tried. his hands skimmed across the fabric and down to taehyung's thighs, which elicited a small, breathy gasp.
"i-is this okay?" yoongi slightly tripped over his words, the 'confident guy' façade breaking ever so slightly.
"yes, yes, it's fine, it's okay," taehyung tried not to let his breath hitch, but it was near impossible, with the way that yoongi's hands were placed. "i'm okay."
"are you sure?" yoongi pressed. "because i don't want to pressure you into anything-"
"i'm sure, i'm positive."
"so it's okay if i do this?" yoongi let his hands roam a little more on their own accord, smiling at how taehyung seemed to visibly relax into his touch.
"yes-"
"and its okay if i do this?" he traced small patterns with the slightly calloused tips of his thumbs onto the other's inner thigh, taking notes of how at his every touch, taehyung would grip onto his hair a little tighter. he was biting his lip, which was already a little swollen, in a poor attempt to disguise any sounds coming from him. "you don't have to hide from me; i'm sure your sounds are as pretty as you are."
"but- what about everyone else?" taehyung tried to think about the situation logically, but it was hard to even think straight when yoongi was centimeters away from his face and was touching him the way that he was.
"you've lived with hoseok and namjoon for how many years now and you haven't caught on to the fact that monday is porn day? seokjin hyung is out with friends and jungkook and jimin talk so loudly that i'm sure they're oblivious to the rest of the world, i'm sure we'll be fine."
we'll be fine.
without warning, yoongi kissed him again, gently tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, and though his movements were slow, the alteration between hands and lips, hands, and lips, had taehyung in a frenzy. he was already straddling yoongi, and the friction from him squirming had already affected the both of them; every time taehyung would move, a low groan would slip past yoongi's lips, slightly raspy, and a sound that he wouldn't mind listening to again.
the collar on taehyung's pajama shirt was lazily low, two buttons unbuttoned and his collarbones exposed, so suitably, the only natural response to that would be to press kisses across them, and up his neck. it was like sugar on caramel, his lips turning milky coffee to shades of violet and fuschia, hickeys blooming on his skin like roses.
yoongi's fingers fiddled with the elastic waistband of taehyung's pajama pants, pulling them so that they snapped back to his skin playfully. the action was suggestive and yet hesitant, as though he felt like he had met another boundary that required permission.
"are you sure you-"
"please, yoongi. please. i've never been surer." taehyung pulled away and pursed his lips while he nodded slightly, looking at him with round eyes, his pupils blown out. yoongi exhaled breathily and flicked some tousled brown hair from his forehead.
"i, uh... would you mind if i grabbed something before we start?" it was the first time taehyung had seen yoongi properly flustered, his cheeks a little pink, no traces of a smirk on his lips and it just made him evermore the endearing.
"go ahead," he rolled off of yoongi's lap to allow him to stand up, then watched his figure recede through the door. he returned minutes later, a condom and small bottle of lube in hand, to taehyung who was sat on the couch with a cushion on his lap, covering the top halves of his bare legs.
"i know, it's the most unsexy thing i could have done, you don't need to tell me." the tips of his ears were red as he set them down on the coffee table. "it wasn't.. the smoothest thing, was it?"
"i don't know what you're talking about, that stunt you pulled a few minutes ago? i feel like i could've read that in a book somewhere," taehyung said in a low voice, leaning forward so that his elbows were on the cushion. "could've fooled me, hyung."
"what can i say, you bring out the romantic in me," yoongi tucked a loose curl of hair behind taehyung's ear. "y'know, i meant every word i said. i would've told you that you had a pretty body, and even though i knew i could assume and no matter what you look like i would be right, i wanted to wait-" he removed the cushion from taehyung's lap so that he could touch the bare skin of his thighs. "i'm glad i did."
he pushed taehyung down onto his back, lengthways on the sofa, with a cushion to prop his head against so that he wouldn't sprain his neck or get hurt in any unnecessary way, and then went back to tracing patterns onto his inner thigh, dragging his finger up until he reached his bulge. he circled the fabric slowly, taking pleasure in the small whimpers coming from taehyung, his lips parted and his eyes half-lidded. at the contact, taehyung's hips bucked up, his fingernails trying to grip onto the worn fabric of the sofa, despite there being nothing to even hold.
yoongi dragged the white fabric down his legs, smiling lightly at how taehyung's immediate response was to shut his legs, even though this would ultimately do nothing, as his cock was flush against his chest, and there was no way of covering that at all.
"don't be shy... you're my pretty baby, no need to be scared."
"y-your pretty baby?" taehyung repeated, voice faltering while yoongi's thumb pressed gently against his rim, tongue caught at the back of his thought in the anticipation for what was to come.
"yes, my pretty baby." the elder fawned back, trying to ignore how his dick twitched at taehyung's little whine when he finally pushed his finger in. for taehyung, yes, undeniably, it was uncomfortable at first, but the more that yoongi curled his finger, the less painful and more enjoyable that it got. "you want another one?"
" 'n-nother one," he whimpered, his forearm limp over his face. he'd never imagined himself like this, being so limp, so compliant, so malleable in someone's hands, but he was completely putty in yoongi's hands, and it wasn't as though he minded at all. he almost had to remind himself that it was yoongi who was sat right in front of him, yoongi who he was sharing this with, yoongi who was whispering sweet nothings at him while literally prepping him, the same yoongi who had been the subject of his daydreams since he'd bought him lunch when they were trainees.
"you think that's e-enough?" yoongi internally cursed himself for stuttering; you couldn't blame him though- he had kim taehyung in front of him, the same kim taehyung whom he'd been fondly teasing and sneaking stares at while he remained oblivious, kim taehyung who probably expected so much from him right now that he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
intimidated by taehyung... now that's a first.
"yes, tha-ats enough," taehyung's voice was muffled from his cheek being pressed against the pillow. he gave yoongi a dazed smile from where he lay and ran his tongue across his lips, a habit that he'd had since forever, but this time, there was a different air about it. a rosy blush painted his cheeks like watercolor paint as he whispered shyly, just low enough too hear, "thank you."
yoongi was no teenager; he was a man in his twenties with plenty of experience- just ask his right hand, his laptop and seokjin who usually slept in the next room- but no amount of videos on the questionable side of tumblr could have affected him the way that he was now. there was a painful looking bulge at his crotch, only emphasised by his decision to wear grey sweatpants on their own to bed tonight.
taehyung meanwhile, with yoongi three fingers in knuckle-deep, may as well have been a teenage boy having his first ever escapade, whining and whimpering at that alone, bare skin rubbing against the sofa, which was sure to cause some sort of fabric burn as time went along.
he let out an indignant sound of protest when the fingers were removed, followed by the sound of a wrapper tearing. the static sound of the the cable tv was overshadowed by erratic breathing from both parties.
yoongi sat on his knees, toying the tip of his dick with taehyung's entrance, who practically mewled at the contact, slipping further down the sofa to try and get some sort of action out of him; and for some reason, now was the time that yoongi noticed that taehyung was still wearing his white ankle socks.
"cute." he muttered, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips at the high noises that taehyung made when he finally pushed in, so different from the usual endearingly deep voice that he was accustomed to.
"h-ah!" taehyung yelped, to which yoongi immediately stopped moving, panic mode activated.
"did i hurt you? are you okay?"
"n-no, i'm fine..." there was a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, and the cushion has left little imprints on his cheek from the woven thread. "just n-not used to it," he winced, and yoongi felt a little guilty, though god knew what for.
"you wanna hold my hand?" he said, partly as a joke, which was why it came as a shock when taehyung fondled around the sofa blindly, until he found yoongi's hands and latched onto his pinky fingers with his own hands; quite the feat when their hands were essentially the same size.
"y'can move." taehyung mumbled, giving yoongi's hand a squeeze, opting for the easier option, the option that wouldn't make yoongi lose all circulation to his little finger. "don't worry about hurting me, if i scream it's probably a good thing."
yoongi almost had to do a double take at the sudden bluntness; maybe the combination of neediness and arousal had removed his brain to mouth filter. he started to move, small thrusts with not much force behind them, not bothering to stifle the low groans and stream of curse words coming from his mouth, for taehyung's were even louder, so loud that they could probably be grouped as obnoxious.
the deeper that yoongi went, the tighter that taehyung grasped his hand- he was surprised that the younger's fingers hadn't cramped up yet, with how strong his clutch was. the whole situation, what with the sounds that were spilling from taehyung's lips and the feeling of their bodies flushed together should have felt so taboo, and yet the only thing yoongi could think of was how cute taehyung looked when he was being fucked, and how embarrassing it would be if he came in three minutes.
there were small lube stains on the hem of yoongi's white t-shirt and precum smeared on taehyung's pajamas were his navel was, but neither of them seemed to notice, nor care.
"so pretty... so pretty, taehyungie," he took note of how the youngers' body twitched at the praise, how his breathing got more erratic, more erotic, and how his whines were drawn out just that little bit longer. "you like being told you're pretty, don't you? you- fuck, you like knowing that everyone thinks you're absolutely gorgeous, that you're the prettiest thing they'll ever see, don't you?"
"yoongi-" taehyung cut his own words short with a cry, pushing himself further down the couch so that yoongi was forced to go deeper. "p-please..."
"please what? you're gonna need to tell me what you want, pretty."
"m-more," it was more of a jumbled mess of incomprehensible sounds than words. "w-wan' more, hyungie, plea-ase," he whined, bucking up and down impatiently, lump in his throat and lips slick.
"shit, okay."
his pace got faster, and he slipped his hands out of taehyung's to grip onto his thighs. the reaction was almost instant, the whimpers getting more and more high pitched with each little thrust, as though he were doing a scale for a vocal warm-up, until they eventually trailed off into low whining.
"so cute and so pretty like this, so good taehyungie..." at this point taehyung was practically crying, repeating yoongi's name in a choked manner, like a mantra. "so good for me, so so good..."
he came with a grunt, chasing the taut feeling in his stomach until his release was finished- he was a little embarrassed that he had finished before taehyung had, but judging from the fucked out look on his face, taunting yoongi for his stamina was the last thing on is mind.
"y-yoongi, i-"
"you what? you wanna come too?"
"p-please, ah-" with a smug smirk, yoongi brought his hand to taehyung's dick, which had laid pretty much neglected on his stomach, and ran his thumb over the tip, cooing at how it twitched in his palm, and how taehyung had thrown his head even further back than he had before. "you're just so cute, aren't you? everything about you is just... cute." he wrung his hand around the shaft once, and taehyung was already far gone, trying to stifle a groan to the back of his throat while yoongi's hand was painted in white ropes.
tae's head fell back to the pillow, his chest heaving, his breath vibrating with every rise and fall. yoongi's eyes lingered on him for a moment with a sense of infatuation, mesmerization, before he shook his head, said "just give me a moment, i promise i'll be right back," and disappeared down the hallway.
the room, funnily enough, seemed empty now without his presence. it was strange now to only hear the monotone buzz of the television set and the tap running with no sounds to accompany it, strange to be alone- strange that he was being so melodramatic over something as small as being left alone for that of two minutes, but at least there was a box of tissues on the coffee table that he could preoccupy himself with.
yoongi returned with one of taehyung's oversized t-shirts slung over his arm, a fresh t-shirt of his own and the waistband of his grey sweatpants firmly where they should be once again.
"i thought that maybe you'd, uh, want a change of shirt?" he gestured to taehyung's pajama top, which was pretty much soiled, and taehyung pouted at him.
"this one was my favorite, as well..." he protested, his bottom lip sticking out, and yoongi rolled his eyes.
"it'll clean, tae... but i mean, you can keep it on if you want- i'm not giving you hugs if you leave it on though." he tossed him the clean shirt, which taehyung immediately changed into, wary of yoongi's watchful eyes, which stayed trained on him the entire time.
"you're not gonna look away?"
"if it makes you uncomfortable, then i will."
"no... no, it's fine." once he was cleanly clothed, he sat back down on the couch, but left an awkward distance between him and yoongi- who was apparently not having any of it. he shuffled along and slung his arm over taehyung's shoulder so that he was able to rest his head in the crook of his neck- it also gave him easier access to kissing his forehead, which of course he took full advantage of. "your hair looks funny." taehyung mumbled against yoongi's chest.
"and who's to blame for that?" he snickered, but it was fond, not snarky. "it's not my fault that someone's a little handsy, is it?" he felt taehyung yawn, and he used his hand to help him prop up his head. to him he looked absolutely gorgeous, black hair fluffy from the tousling and lips puffy, eyes dark and a little droopy from fatigue, and yet they still looked like he could find the stars in them.
"yoongi?"
"hm?"
"kiss," he said shyly, tapping his pursed lips with his index finger, a lazy eye smile brightening his face. of course, yoongi complied, finding the whole situation quite funny.
"you're shy when you're asking for kisses, it's like you're forgetting i had my dick up your ass literally minutes ago..." he said bluntly, right against taehyung's lips, who essentially choked and drew back. "what? it's true!" he scratched the back of his neck, looking away as he added quietly, "i'd give you all the kisses in the world if you asked for them, though."