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DATE: TUESDAY, DECEMBER 18TH
SUBJECT: CHOI MINHO
DESCRIPTION: BROWN HAIR & EYES , ANNOYINGLY TALL
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Shut up, Hoseok.”
“You look ridiculous,” Hoseok says, setting Yoongi’s coffee on the table. He’s ordered something on the Special Christmas Menu to try and remain completely inconspicuous.
Yoongi’s gaze never wavers from the table at the other end of the cafe, even as he says, “don’t you have something else you could be doing, other than harassing your customers?”
“Hyung, you know Taehyung comes here on all his first dates because he knows I work here. You’re being weird,” Hoseok says. He sits down in the chair across from Yoongi, who scooches his chair noisily to the right so he can see past Hoseok’s big, stupid, head.
Across the room, Taehyung throws his head back, eyes scrunching as he laughs. It’s loud and pretty and Yoongi can hear it over all the conversations in the cafe but – he’d be able to hear Taehyung’s laugh over any noise in the world, he thinks. The man across from him – Minho, my hyung from the drama department, you’ve met him before, right yoongi hyung? – looks proud of himself; he sits back and watches Taehyung laugh with a small smile on his face, and Yoongi frowns.
Hoseok glances over his shoulder briefly before turning back around, sporting his own frown. “Yoongi hyung, this isn’t good for you health.”
“What do you even know about health,” Yoongi says. He angrily sucks at the straw in his drink and – wow. That is way too sweet. Yoongi pulls back, face twisted as he looks between his drink and Hoseok. “Why the hell would you sell me this? It tastes awful.”
“I tried to tell you, but you were too worried making sure your fake mustache wasn’t peeling off. Which, by the way,” Hoseok gestures vaguely to his own face. Yoongi quickly presses a hand against the fake hair glued to his upper lip, and Hoseok laughs at him. “I’ve got to get back to work. Don’t torture yourself, yeah?”
“Whatever,” Yoongi says. Hoseok leaves, moving quickly to get back behind the counter before his boss catches him. Yoongi moves his chair back over so he can lean against the wall, trying to make it seem less like he’s staring at them , but rather just – staring.
The thing is, is that Yoongi knows that Taehyung techincally doesn’t need him. Sure, there has been a few times where Taehyung calls Yoongi from a club bathroom at some ungodly hours and asks in a quiet voice, hyung please come get me my date isn’t being nice. And every time, without fail, Yoongi hauls his ass out of bed and goes and picks him up, because that’s what friends do.
Because they’re friends.
He and Taehyung met five years ago on Taehyung’s birthday, and Yoongi may have been harboring the teensy, weensiest of crushes on him ever since; however, he is still a good hyung and hasn’t let his feelings get in the way of Taehyung’s other relationship ventures.
Which is exactly why he’s disguised and watching Taehyung, rather than just watching him.
The fact of the matter is that Yoongi doesn’t trust anyone with Taehyung’s heart. Taehyung has too much love to give and has no reserves over to whom he gives it. This makes him mostly a good person, but it can also lead to a lot of late nights in which Taehyung crawls into Yoongi’s bed a little sniffly and very teary-eyed as he asks Yoongi what’s wrong with him, why doesn’t anyone like him as much as he likes them. Yoongi never has an answer, because Taehyung is the most loveable, deserving, person he’s ever met and so it’s Yoongi’s job to make sure all of Taehyung’s suitors know exactly how much Taehyung deserves, and that they’re willing to give it to him.
Yoongi drinks his too-sweet coffee and watches as Minho slots his fingers through Taehyung’s, holding onto him tightly overtop the table.
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DATE: THURSDAY, JANUARY 10TH
SUBJECT: KIM TAEHYUNG
DESCRIPTION: THE WORLD’S ROSE, HONEY BOY, ACTUALLY THE SUN, MY MOTHERFUCKIN CINNAMON APPLE
Yoongi hurriedly kicks off his shoes and shuts the apartment door behind him all in one go. Taehyung had left the door unlocked, either knowing he was coming or because he’s sad enough that he doesn’t care about the danger of murderers. He’s got a tub of neapolitan ice cream under his arm, because he knows that when Taehyung is weepy he can never quite make a decision, but when he walks deeper in Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment, instead of hearing the tell-tale sounds of Spirited Away , taehyung go-to movie to watch when he’s upset, he hears Jimin’s hushed voice, speaking urgently about – Yoongi doesn’t really know.
“I think you’re doing this to yourself,” Jimin’s voice whispers.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Taehyung says. He sounds upset, of course, and Yoongi wants to step in, should announce his presence, but –
“It’s like you don’t want things to work out between you and anyone. Just last week you were raving about Minho and now what? You’re broken up just like that? It’s so random, Taehyung.”
“Jimin, please don’t be mean to me right now–”
Jimin sighs in that way he does when he’s exasperated, when he’s done everything but spell out why exactly he’s upset. “You and I both know what’s going on here, Tae. I’m not trying to be mean, it’s just–”
“Well you are being mean,” Taehyung says, and he sounds so wounded, so genuinely hurt. Yoongi coughs loudly, bangs on the wall a little bit, before Jimin has the chance to answer. He walks into the living room where Taehyung is curled up on the couch, Spirited Away paused on the television. Taehyung must have already been started on the sad-boy process when he texted the groupchat begging for a cuddle because he and Minho broke up. Jimin is standing over him, hair tousled in such a way that Yoongi knows he’s been running his hands through it, probably to contain his frustration.
“Hyung?” Taehyung asks, almost nervously. “How long have you been here?”
“Just got here.” The lie feels weird on his tongue, but Yoongi knows he wasn’t meant to hear whatever conversation Taehyung and Jimin were having, so he’ll just forget about it. “I brought ice cream.”
“Neapolitan?” Taehyung asks. Yoongi nods, and Taehyung makes grabby hands towards him. “You’re my favorite, hyung.”
“I know,” Yoongi says. He remembered to buy plastic spoons this time as well, because last time this happened Taehyung had just shoved his face in the ice cream rather than getting up to get a spoon. He looks like he’s about to do it again, but Yoongi practically throws the spoons at him before he can ruin a gallon of ice cream with his tears and snot.
“Thanks, hyung,” Taehyung says. He curls into Yoongi’s side and Yoongi – lets himself have this. Lets himself put his arm around Taehyung’s waist and pull him closer, lets himself kiss the top of Taehyung’s head and smooth down his bangs. It’s just comfort , he tells himself. He would do the same for Jungkook or Hoseok, or any of his friends. This doesn’t have to mean anything.
As he leaves the room, Jimin shoots Yoongi a looks that he doesn’t quite understand; in the same moment, Taehyung rests his head against Yoongi’s chest, and Yoongi decides not to dwell on it.
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DATE: SATURDAY, MARCH 9TH
SUBJECT: PARK HYUNGSIK
DESCRIPTION: PUPPY?? , LOTS OF TEETH
Yoongi is trying very hard not to mind the fact that Taehyung is on a date on his birthday.
Sure, he has to work and he works in a bar and it’s a Saturday night and so Taehyung thought it would be fun to bring his date, Hyungsik, or whatever, to his work. So he could see his hyung and be with his date at the same time. Yoongi had pretended that that was okay with him, had quietly left the room and called his boss and told her that he wouldn’t need the day off, after all. Namjoon caught him as he was hanging up and hugged him even though Yoongi told him he wasn’t upset, so Jungkook and Namjoon are here, too.
On a date, on his birthday.
Jungkook keeps coming to the bar and asking for drinks and even though Yoongi is the hyung and he should really be monitoring how much his friends drink, he can’t seem to bring himself to care. He’s lost in his own head, and every time he hears the murmur of Taehyung’s low voice, followed by a fit of giggles, his brain seems to lapse. He almost dropped a glass a few minutes ago, and he’s tripped on the no-slip mat behind the counter a total of three times in the past ten minutes.
He also keeps getting caught on the stupid sash across his torso. It says tip me, it’s my birthday! in big, block letters. His boss keeps it in her office for the employees who don’t get to spend the day with their friends or family. The sash is slightly moth-eaten because no one ever wears it, but – not Yoongi. Because he’s working on his birthday, serving drinks to scantily clad customers and his friends, who decided this is would be a great place to come for their double-date night.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi sees Taehyung getting out of the booth and, before he can think about it, tears off his apron and runs into the storage room. His coworker is sitting on a wooden crate, taking inventory. “You good, Yoongi-ah?”
“Yes, Taiji hyung,” Yoongi answers. He starts to untie the apron around his waist, and asks, “can you serve the boy at the bar? He’s got blonde hair and tan skin and he’s about – I dunno, pretty tall. He’s got really pretty hands and um, he has in these ruby earrings that are really nice –”
“I think I could have gotten it from blonde and tan, Yoongi-ah,” Taiji says. He takes the apron from Yoongi, but before he leaves the storage room, asks, “why are you avoiding him?”
“I’m not,” Yoongi says. He sits down on the crate and tries to pick up where Taiji left off, but he can’t seem to get his brain to focus. Of course, his thoughts immediately drift to Taehyung. He can’t be mad at him, because Yoongi told him it was fine if he brought his date to the bar. Technically, he can’t feel jealous because it’s not like Yoongi has – or ever will – tell Taehyung about his crush.
He’s always been mostly supportive of Taehyung’s various relationships, only voicing his concern to himself in the mirror, or to Hoseok when he’s actually listening to Yoongi and not mocking him for his collection of cheap disguises. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that Taehyung has never been in a relationship for more than a couple months, and maybe he doesn’t even really want a boyfriend. Maybe Yoongi has his expectations set too high and too low at the same time. No, he doesn’t think Taehyung will ever truly want to date him, but in the off chance he did, Yoongi would want to date him and hold him and kiss him forever.
“He doesn’t want me to serve him,” Taiji says. Yoongi startles so badly he drops the inventory clipboard and cracks his neck when he looks over his shoulder. Taiji throws the apron back at him and says, “go serve your man, birthday boy.”
“He’s not my man, hyung,” Yoongi says.
“Does he know that?” Taiji asks. Yoongi glances at him oddly, and in the silence of the storage room, can hear Taehyung’s faint voice from behind the bar. It sounds like he’s singing some love song Yoongi’s never heard of, and every once and a while he replaces a few of the words with Yoongi’s name. “Sounds to me like he’s serenading his boyfriend.”
Yoongi stands up, tying the apron around his waist a little too tightly. He’s frustrated and angry because it’s his birthday and Taehyung is here on a date and apparently telling people they’re dating and –
“Hyung!” Taehyung has thrown himself drunkenly over the counter, apparently in hopes of crawling over and finding Yoongi himself. His eyes light up when he sees Yoongi, and the older boy can’t help but smile at him. “I missed you! I was coming up here to talk to you and you just disappeared! Like magic – poof.”
Yoongi leans against the counter, can’t stop the grin spreading across his face. “How much have you had to drink, honey?” Taehyung shrugs and continues his journey over the top of the bar. He narrowly avoids kicking an entire bottle of tequila onto the floor, but lands in front of Yoongi without incident. He stumbles into Yoongi’s chest, but as Yoongi tries to right him, Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist and curls against him.
Taehyung silently cuddles him for a minute, buries his face in Yoongi’s neck and pulls him close. Yoongi can smell the faint scent of beer on his breath, and he knows that Taehyung isn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon. He’s always been a cuddly drunk. “‘M like – that.”
“Like what?” Yoongi asks, carding his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. Taiji has appeared again behind the bar and is serving customers that Yoongi can’t, due to the leech on his body. Taehyung sways them back and forth in time to whatever song in playing in the bar. Yoongi can’t hear it over the sound of his blood pumping in his ears. “What do you like, Tae-ah?”
“You callin’ me honey,” Taehyung says. He sighs dreamily and nuzzles his nose against Yoongi’s collarbone. “Wanna be – yours. Your honey boy.”
And – Yoongi is not strong enough for this. He looks over Taehyung’s head and desperately tries to telepathically tell Namjoon to look at him. It takes a second, Namjoon too enraptured in listening to whatever story Jungkook is telling, but eventually he looks up and he sees the predicament Yoongi is in. He watches Namjoon tell Jungkook and Hyungsik – something, Yoongi doesn’t know – and then all three of them are looking over at him and Taehyung.
Yoongi waves as best as he can, smiling awkwardly as Taehyung gently kisses the side of his neck. “Tae, stop it.”
“You smell good. Like cinnamon – gonna eat you,” Taehyung mutters. Thankfully, Namjoon is already almost to the bar, Jungkook and Hyungsik trailing behind him.
“Hey, hyung,” Namjoon says, smiling sympathetically. Yoongi smiles back at him the best he can, and Taehyung turns his neck slightly so he can look at Namjoon without lifting his head.
“Hi, Joonie hyung,” Taehyung mumbles. He seems to have hit a wall, energy completely drained as he cuddles against Yoongi. He’s resting most of his weight against his hyung, and Yoongi, admittedly, his having trouble holding him up.
Namjoon smiles fondly, always so soft for his favorite maknae. (Of course, they’re all his favorite, but Taehyung is Namjoon’s brother, so obviously he takes some precedent, even over Jungkook.) “Hey, Taetae. You ready to go home? You look tired.”
Taehyung glances at Yoongi, who tries to keep his face neutral. Too cold, and Taehyung’s drunk brain will tell him he’s annoying and Yoongi is working and why is he like this , and that will be a battle they all have to fight together until Taehyung is confident in all his sides again. Too soft a look, though, will have Taehyung clinging to him for dear life until Yoongi agrees to take him home
As Taehyung contemplates, Yoongi sneaks a look at Hyungsik. He’s surprised, almost, to find Hyungsik still there. Usually when Taehyung gets like this – cuddly for someone who isn’t who he came here with – his dates dip out without a word and Taehyung is left the next day trying to apologize to a completely unresponsive brick wall. But Hyungsik is just – watching them. Looking a little bit knowing, a lot fond, and little bit like – Yoongi doesn’t really know. But as Hyungsik watches them, eyes flickering between Taehyung and Yoongi, his face takes on a different look entirely, but Yoongi can’t quite figure it out.
“Taetae, you should go home,” Hyungsik says eventually. Taehyung looks at him, seemingly realizing for the first time who he came here with and that he probably shouldn’t be clinging to someone else.
Instead of answering, Taehyung pulls away from Yoongi and throws himself against the counter, reaching out to cup the side of Hyungsik’s face. “I’m sorry hyung! I will – I will make it up to you but right now I am just very tired and I think I might fall over.”
Hyungsik looks back at him, fond fond fond, and touches Taehyung’s hand very gently. “It’s okay, Tae. You don’t need to make it up to me. Just let your hyung take you home and get some rest. Call me in the morning, though, okay? Just so I know you’re okay.”
Hyungsik kisses the top of Taehyung’s head, then, and Yoongi – doesn’t feel jealous. Hyungsik is looking at Taehyung the same way Seokjin looks at all of them – so soft and so fond, so much like a hyung. Taehyung nods and Yoongi guides him to the part of the bar that opens so he can stumble through, letting Namjoon grab his waist to hold him up. They leave the bar after that, after Taehyung as blown a kiss and Yoongi has safely tucked it away in his pocket.
Hyungsik is gathering his coat from the booth, and Yoongi, because he feels guilty and maybe because Hyungsik seems to be the best guy Taehyung has ever shown interest in, asks, “need me to call you a cab?”
Hyungsik looks at him and shakes his head. “No, I’m okay. I don’t live too far from here.” Yoongi nods, fiddling with the hem of his apron as Hyungsik stares at him. He feels like there’s more Hyungsik wants to say, but instead of talking he merely nods and leaves the bar.
Behind him, he hears Taiji murmur, “not your man, huh?”
Yoongi throws a handful of complimentary peanuts at him.
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DATE: SUNDAY, MARCH 10TH
SUBJECT: MIN YOONGI
DESCRIPTION: GREMLIN, LOOKS LIKE A DUMPLING
“Yoongi, are you in here?” Seokjin asks, peeking his head in Yoongi’s room. Yoongi is currently shrouded in what he calls his Ultimate Blanket Burrito of Feelings, so he doesn’t answer. The blanket burrito is only for wallowing, never for actually talking about his feelings.
And no, he’s not bad at feelings. He just not good at dealing with them right away.
“Please go away, hyung,” Yoongi says. It’s only eight am, he knows this because he’s been awake a solid two hours and the sun has only just risin. Seokjin comes into his room anyway, and Yoongi sinks further into his burrito.
Yoongi feels the bed dip beside him and hears the sound of something being set on his bedside table. “I brought you breakfast because I didn’t get to celebrate with you yesterday.”
“It’s fine, you were too busy saving lives to spend time with your best friend of over a decade on his birthday,” Yoongi says. Seokjin reaches under the blanket and smacks where he things Yoongi’s face is. Genuinely, Yoongi isn’t upset Seokjin had to work on his birthday. He’s in his second year of medical residency and he’s pretty sure he’s going to get a job soon, so Yoongi told him not to take the day off. Besides, Yoongi himself had to work as well.
Yoongi knows that the food isn’t the reason Seokjin is in his room this morning, though, so he stays safely tucked inside his blankets. Seokjin already knows all about Yoongi’s feelings, knows that he’s been struggling with his crush for years and refuses to do anything about it. He always tries to be the voice of reason, is always doing his best to take care of his younger friends despite being a menace most of the time.
“I heard that Hyungsik told Taehyung not to worry about their date. He seemed pretty adamant that Taehyung has found someone else in his life, he just hasn’t realized it yet,” Seokjin says. Yoongi scoffs, feels the blanket shift with his movement. Seokjin grabs the corner of the blanket and pulls it back, and Yoongi actually hisses at the sudden cold and light.
“Hyung, seriously–”
“Don’t hyung seriously me, Yoongi. You need to talk to Taehyung instead of laying here and wallowing every time your feelings get too big.” Yoongi sits up at that, and as he opens his mouth to retaliate, Seokjin shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Listen to me, Min Yoongi. It is not anyone’s fault that you and Taehyung are both so fucking oblivious that you’re hurting yourselves trying not to have feelings for one another. You need to put on your big boy pants and tell Taehyung that you like him before I lock you two in a room together or something equally as overdone.”
“You don’t understand, hyung,” Yoongi says, forcing words out around the bacon in his mouth. “Taehyung doesn’t even want a relationship, especially with me.”
“What makes you say that?” Seokjin asks, force feeding Yoongi another piece of bacon.
Yoongi chews on it for a second marvels in the taste because damn his hyung is a good cook, before asking, “you’ve never wondered why Taehyung relationships never last long? It’s obvious he doesn’t want anything serious.”
“Min Yoongi, you’re so fucking stupid. Eat this bacon before I literally smack you across the face.”
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DATE: THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14TH
SUBJECT: PARK BOGUM
DESCRIPTION: ????
Yoongi should have known better. He knew Taehyung was going on a date tonight, and he decided to be a good, trustworthy hyung and not look up this Park Bogum , or show up incognito to the pizzeria he and Taehyung were meeting at. However, because the universe hates him, Taehyung is now stranded at the pizza place with a boy he doesn’t want to date and Yoongi is stuck in traffic.
He checks his phone again – 9: 18. Taehyung texted him twenty minutes ago, hyung please come get me I don’t really want to be on this date anymore. Yoongi isn’t familiar with this part of town and there’s some kind of construction going on and apparently because there’s cones in the road everyone forgot how to fucking drive . Briefly, he contemplates parking randomly on the side of the road and running the rest of the way to the restaurant, but it’s raining and he doesn’t want to make Taehyung walk all the way back to car in this weather.
When he pulls up in front the pizzaria, Taehyung is outside holding flowers, standing next to some guy in a sweater vest. When he sees Yoongi’s car, Taehyung waves goodbye to whomever he’s talking to and, in an attempt to stay dry, covers his head with the flowers and sprints to Yoongi’s car.
Once Taehyung is safely inside and Yoongi has cranked up the heat, Yoongi asks, “who was that?”
Taehyung looks at him, confused, and says slowly, “Bogumie hyung?”
Yoongi looks back out his front windshield, sees Bogum chatting with another couple that has walked out of the pizzaria. He seems nice enough – Yoongi’s never met anyone who wears sweat vests and isn’t nice, but then why – “You made it sound like he left you here stranded?”
Taehyung blushes, just a little bit, and looks down at his flowers. Yoongi knows he isn’t getting the full story, but knowing Taehyung, he probably never will. So Yoongi merely turns around in his seat and starts driving the thirty minutes back to Taehyung’s apartment. It’s mostly silent, until Yoongi turns on Taehyung’s street.
“Can I–” Taehyung starts, wringing his hands nervously around his flowers. Yoongi looks over at him, and Taehyung swallows roughly before asking in a very quiet voice, “can I stay with you tonight?”
“Of course, Tae,” Yoongi says immediately. He reaches over and gently squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, hyung,” Taehyung says. He slots their fingers together and keeps his eyes trained on his lap. Yoongi looks over at him, concerned, but doesn’t push it.
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DATE: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 15TH
SUBJECT: MIN YOONGI & KIM TAEHYUNG
DESCRIPTION: IDIOTS
When Yoongi wakes up, he can feel Taehyung’s hot breath fanning across his cheek. He’s still sound asleep, splayed out over the entirety of his side of the bed and Yoongi’s, limbs tangled in blankets because he sleeps like a maniac. He’s wearing one of Yoongi’s old shirts, barely long enough to cover his ass in his boxers, and Yoongi – wants.
He wants to wake up next to Taehyung every morning, wants to deal with the morning breath and the bed head and the blanket stealing and everything that comes along with sharing a bed with Kim Taehyung. Last night he had offered to sleep on the couch, but Taehyung had smacked the back of his head and dragged Yoongi into bed with him. So – here they are. The alarm clock reads nine am, and there’s a note taped to Yoongi’s bedside table that he can’t quite read without his glasses. He knows it’s probably Seokjin, a snarky comment about how Yoongi is blind because Taehyung is obviously in love with him.
Beside him, Taehyung stirs, opening one eye blearily as if to test if he should really wake up or not. Yoongi doesn’t give him the choice, pushes Taehyung’s bangs back from his face and gently whispers, “morning, sleepy head.”
Taehyung merely groans and tries to roll over, away from Yoongi’s prodding hands. “Oh no you don’t, get back here. You have explaining to do.”
“It just didn’t work out, hyung,” Taehyung says. He rolls onto his stomach, still trying to avoid the conversation, but Yoongi knows better than to let this rest. Taehyung had looked genuinely put out last night, and Taehyung is someone who doesn’t talk about his feelings in the attempt to spare others. Yoongi has gently been trying to break him of the habit, never pushes him too far, but for some reason he believes this is really important.
Yoongi lays himself across Taehyung’s back and slots their fingers together. It’s kind of hot, pressed against Taehyung’s furnace-like body in his flannel pajamas, but it’s nice, too. Cozy. “He seemed nice, though, Tae. He brought you flowers and you guys were laughing when I came to pick you up. You keep making it sound like he was mean to you and if that’s the case then I’ll have to go find him and break his shins–”
“It’s not Bogum, hyung,” Taehyung says. He rolls over and Yoongi situates himself on Taehyung’s thighs. Taehyung refuses to look at him as he says, “it’s not Bogum hyung or Hyungsik hyung or Minho hyung.”
“Tae, if you’re going to blame all of these relationships not working out on yourself, then–”
“It’s not me either, hyung! It’s you!”
Yoongi rips his hands away from Taehyung’s, shirking back. Taehyung follows him, sits up, scrabbling for Yoongi’s hands again, but Yoongi just scoots back until he’s pressed against the footboard of his bed. Taehyung is saying something, backtracking, maybe, but all Yoongi can hear is his own voice in his head, screaming,
He knows, he knows, he knows, and he knows you follow him sometimes but only when the guy seems really sketchy and he probably knows all about your secret stash of fake mustaches he just hasn’t brought it up because he’s too nice and–
“Yoongi hyung? Please say something.” Taehyung looks like he’s on the verge of tears, and Yoongi realizes he hasn’t heard a single word of whatever Taehyung just said, has no idea why Taehyung looks like he might cry and throw up at the same time.
“Huh?” Is all Yoongi can muster.
A smile quirks at the corner of Taehyung’s mouth. “Did you not hear me?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I didn’t mean to impose on your dates and stuff I just know how easy you fall in love and I hate to see your heart hurt and–”
“Hyung, what are you talking about?” Taehyung asks. He looks genuinely confused, like he hadn’t just told Yoongi that he knew about Yoongi’s protective tendencies.
Yoongi makes a confused noise. “You mean you don’t know that I follow you on dates sometimes in my Super Sneaky Mustache?”
Taehyung barks out a startled laugh and shakes his head. “Hyung what. I mean, I definitely saw you every single time because you looked so fucking dumb but – no. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Oh,” Yoongi says smally. His face is burning, and he’s sure he’s red all the way from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes. He’s so embarrassed. Yoongi pulls the end of the blanket up and slowly sinks down until he’s crouched under it, curled into the fetal position to try and hide his shame. Above him, Taehyung starts to laugh. Gently, he prods at the Yoongi-shaped lump under the blanket until Yoongi reaches out a hand and swats him. “Stop. Go away. I want to die.”
“Hyung, it’s okay that you followed me, I seriously didn’t mind. It means a lot that you would even care enough about me to buy a shitty handlebar mustache and wear it unironically.” Taehyung curls under the covers with him, his hair standing up with the static. He laces his fingers through Yoongi’s and says, “since you weren’t listening the first time, I told you that the reason I had you pick me up last night is because I realized some things.”
“What things,” Yoongi asks. He can’t help but feel like something has changed. The Taehyung laying beside him is not the same one who comes to him for comfort after breakups, or even cuddles him behind the bar on his birthday. This Taehyung isn’t sad, and he’s sober, and he’s looking at Yoongi like he’s the only other person in the universe.
“Bogum hyung and I were talking, and I just kept – talking about you. Everything, just about you. Your favorite movie and how much passion you have for music and how you give the best hugs and – I realized,” Taehyung says. He scoots closer, and Yoongi’s heart is in his throat. Realized what, he wants to ask, but his throat won’t work. “I think that’s why my other relationships never worked, hyung. Because of you . It’s always been you.”
“What are you saying,” Yoongi asks. He wants to cry, because he thinks he knows what Taehyung is talking about, thinks it’s exactly what Yoongi realized five years ago. Yoongi’s hand shakes as he gently pulls it away from Taehyung’s and rests it against Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung’s cheeks are a very light pink because of the heat under the blanket, and Yoongi feels and wants so much.
“I love you,” Taehyung says. Yoongi heart skips and he hears his breath catch in his throat. “I’ve loved you for a really long time, I think. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.”
Yoongi exhales shaking and runs his thumb over Taehyung’s cheek bone. Taehyung must already know how Yoongi feels, it must show on his face, because before he has the chance to say it back, Taehyung is dipping down to kiss him. And – it’s better than anything Yoongi has ever imagined. Yoongi gasps and Taehyung pulls him impossibly closer, hooking a leg over Yoongi’s hip and takes takes takes.
Yoongi cradles Taehyung’s face as Taehyung runs his hands up and down Yoongi’s back, pushing up his shirt to press at the bare skin above his hips. Yoongi gasps again, sensitive and eager because this is all he’s wanted for the past five years. Taehyung moves his hands to Yoongi’s front, fingers gliding his stomach and chest, chaste touches that leave Yoongi gasping.
Yoongi pulls away, mutters, “sorry, sorry just – sensitive. Been a while. I love you too.”
Taehyung giggles and wiggles in what he must think is a sexy manner, but it makes Yoongi smile too much for it to turn him on. Because he can, Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips against Taehyung’s, just to feel them. When he pulls away, Taehyung winks at him flirtatiously and pulls up the hem of Yoongi’s shirt to run his hands along the soft pudge of his stomach. “If you want, we can go a little further.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, already out of breath. He’s seen Taehyung without a shirt on before, but never in this context. Not when Taehyung’s lips are a little red from kissing and his hair is mussed and he’s in Yoongi’s bed.
“On one condition.”
“Anything,” Yoongi breathes.
Taehyung smiles, biting his lip, and leans down next to Yoongi’s ear. “You have to wear the handlebar mustache.”
Yoongi squawks and shoves a laughing Taehyung out of his bed and onto the floor.