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Cliché as it might be, Jin had actually fallen for Taehyung way before they debuted. Not head over heels fallen, it doesn’t happen at once. But like, as he learned more about Taehyung, he realized he’d been crawling his way to Jin’s heart bit by bit and by the time Jin had realized this, he’s stuck himself to Jin’s heart like a cavity to a molar.
It’s the way Taehyung introduces himself to them, awkward and shy, with a voice a bit too hoarse and rough for a skinny teenager. The way Taehyung beams when someone speaks to him and compliments him when he gets the dance steps right.
The way he fidgets his fingers on the hem of his shirt as he embarrassingly told everyone that he’d only packed a few clothes because he hadn’t expected to last long. The way Jin’s shirts always, always, slides off Taehyung’s shoulders because he’s too small to fit on Jin’s shirts, specifically fit for his broad shoulders.
Jin knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way towards Taehyung, especially since it was Taehyung they are talking about. But when Taehyung approaches him dead of the night, asking if he wanted to watch the latest episodes of One Piece with him, he can’t help but say yes.
“Scoot over, hyung,” Taehyung would say.
Jin would purse his lips and panic internally, but his body would always move towards the wall so they could squish together in a single bed. Shoulders pressed to shoulders and suddenly, the air would be too warm for Jin.
All he can hear is Taehyung’s breathing and he’s suddenly so aware of Taehyung’s skin touching his because that night, Jin decided to sleep on a tank top in the middle of winter.
“What happened in the previous episode again?” Jin asks as an excuse, hoping his tone doesn’t show how he is forcing himself to act calm. He definitely isn’t thinking about kissing Taehyung’s expose shoulders, not at all.
Taehyung laughs, looking at him, “Hyung, they’d show that at the start of the episode.”
Jin would laugh with him, “Shh, I knew that. Don’t laugh too loud, you’ll wake the others.”
X
Maybe it’s for the best when, years later, Jin has to share a room with Yoongi. They get the biggest room in the dorm, eldest privilege. They divide the room into two and are provided with privacy with Jin’s overly large bookshelf as a divider.
The only downside is that Yoongi’s a slippery guy despite how he looks. Yoongi has eyes everywhere that seems like he knew everything, things that Namjoon wouldn’t notice because as smart as Namjoon is, he is also a bit naïve in facing the real world.
“If you actually keep staring at Tae any longer, he’d have a hole in his face,” Yoongi says as they enter their room, safe from the nosey ears of their youngest line.
Jin’s mouth drops open in disbelief. He meets Yoongi’s eyes in alarm and Jin is right to assume that Yoongi was smiling, the guy had a smirk on his face as if he’s the cat who got the mouse.
“You— I do not!” Jin hisses quietly, “Shut up, Yoongi.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him before shaking his head, “Sure you don’t.”
X
Maybe he has been too obvious. But that was okay, no one would ever suspect a thing, especially if it is Jin they are talking about. He is Kim Seokjin, handsome since debut, a popular kid at his university. It isn’t a secret to everyone in their group that he has a fair share of fan girls at school.
He knows this because when he and Jimin had gone to a convenience store once, a girl from his class called out to him.
“Oppa!” The girl all but shouts enthusiastically.
Jimin then follows by nudging him a bit too hard that he drops the drink he was going to buy, “H-hyung, I think a girl just called you.”
Jin faces the girl after he picks up his fallen drink and realizes she’s the girl who sits in front of him in his advanced analytics class.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’d meet you here!” the girl says. “Oh, is that—?”
Jimin glances at Jin and then smiles at the girl, “I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.”
“Oh wow, oppa you’re really handsome!” Is all the girl says before turning back to Jin, “Oppa, the notes I copied from you were so perfect I actually aced the test!”
They exchange brief talk about class until Jin has to excuse himself to pay for his things. Jimin, of course, takes it as an opportunity to dig about more information about Jin in class.
“Seokjin-oppa is really popular,” she blushes for the first time that evening. “All the girls have a crush on him, but he’s the perfect gentleman and he returns all our swooning with a smile.”
Needless to say, Jimin took it as his job to inform everyone about that meeting when they returned to the hotel room. Everyone jumped in and teased him for it.
“The perfect gentleman!” Jungkook teases him and beside him is Hoseok making kissy faces.
Jin throws a pillow at both.
Although he’d have to bear with having his members tease him about girls for a month, he is thankful to Jimin because now no one would ever suspect him of liking guys.
“Come show us your swoon-worthy smile, hyung.” Taehyung appears right behind him, wrapping arms over his shoulders.
Jin meets Taehyung’s eyes, crescent shape from his boxy grin, and all Jin could think about is kissing those eyes, and maybe running his fingers over Taehyung’s hair and brushing his thumb over those lips. Jin rolls his eyes and then smiles extravagantly, so extra that everyone laughs at how ridiculous it looks.
Well, to be exact, Jin’s not really into guys, but he’s kind of into Taehyung.
X
Sometimes, he can’t help himself even in front of the camera but luckily only he notices, and he’d stealthily diverts the editor’s attention to another shot so that they could cut over the part where Jin would be caught staring at Taehyung.
Although sometimes, he can’t help himself in front of the camera to the point that every shot of him has him looking at Taehyung, and they’d call him out for it.
“Jin? Stop looking at Taehyung,” The PD says over the microphone. “We all know he’s handsome enough to be the top 1, but please hold back.”
Jin blushes so hard his ears are red, and the makeup crew has to come to mask it with concealer.
Taehyung and Jimin looks up from their game to stare at him. Jimin is smirking, something he and Jungkook learned from being exposed to Yoongi too much, but Taehyung’s expression is flat and unreadable. He has to think of something fast.
“I wasn’t thinking that,” Jin summons his sass. “I was thinking why no one noticed that his inner shirt still had a tag on it and wondered if his shot finished with that on his shirt the entire time.”
Lengthy, mouthy, but a valid excuse.
The crew panics and Taehyung twists to see the back of his shirt, alas, there is the suspected white tag. Taehyung gives a look of apology, “I dressed myself. I might have forgotten to check it.”
“Because of hyung, we forget to remove the tags sometimes,” Jimin laughs.
X
Jin knows he’s not the first to notice when Taehyung started to grow out of this lanky puberty stage and actually starts filling out his body. But he was certainly the first to find out that Taehyung is capable of sounding like something other than a growl. How the awkward hoarse voice slowly transformed into a deep one, where Taehyung could actually go about and speak with his voice all husky and dripping with sex.
It’s by pure accident that Jin finds out about it.
They’re cramped in the hotel room, sharing a single hotel room with two beds between six grown guys and a baby. Taehyung had all but sprawled his arms and legs over Jin, grinning at him while Jimin settles next to Taehyung.
Jimin falls asleep almost instantly, and Jin wants to follow but Taehyung is still awake and he’s humming a song they had just performed earlier.
“Go to sleep, Taehyung.” Jin mumbles, because he’s too sleepy to deny his feelings and if Taehyung accidentally tempts him, Jin won’t be able to stop. Taehyung complies and Jin’s slowly drifting off to sleep, his eyes fluttering open and shut lazily.
Fate was so cruel because suddenly all his drowsiness flies out the window with one word from Taehyung.
“Jin.”
His eyes goes wide and he’s more surprised at Taehyung’s voice than the fact that he called Jin informally. Airy, smooth like honey, and very, very, attractive. Taehyung spoke next to his ears, whispered next to his ears. Jin knows his neck is red, he knows his ears are probably like tomatoes.
“What?” Jin whispers back, hoping he imagines that crack in his voice and that his voice was smooth and chill like nothing is wrong. That Taehyung didn’t affect him.
“Hmm? Good night, hyung,” Taehyung says, but it didn’t sound like how he said his name earlier at all. He suspects Taehyung didn’t know about it too. The younger guy is already in deep sleep.
The problem is that Jin didn’t feel like sleeping at all anymore. Maybe he would, in a while. And then in his sleep, he’d accidentally dream of Taehyung with him, whispering his name over and over again in that voice and then he’ll wake up before anyone does.
Taehyung’s chest pressed closely on his shoulders and his head over Jin’s because he had curled up around Jin in his sleep. Carefully, he extracts himself off the younger and then slips off the bed. The contrast between dream Taehyung, the one he imagines Taehyung to be, and the real Taehyung who is sleeping beside him innocently made him feel sick.
Jin feels a lot guilty, but Taehyung will never know.
Later, Taehyung gets more lines and less growling, then fans would start to swoon at how cute his face is and also how dangerously hot his voice is too.
X
It’s Yoongi again, it’s always Yoongi. And when it’s not Yoongi, it’s Jungkook, but Jungkook is only saying it because Yoongi.
So, it’s Jungkook who asks him one afternoon.
“Why are you staring at hyung as if you want to jump on him?”
Jin is lucky that Jungkook’s ‘hyung’ is ambiguous, it could be anyone in the room, even the camera man who was too young and handsome to be a camera man. But he knows that Jungkook knows, that Jin knows that they are talking about Taehyung.
“I don’t want to jump on him.”
It’s bad enough that they got the attention of a smirking Yoongi, a confused Hoseok, and a curious Taehyung. Jungkook snorts and Jin might have taught Jungkook never to give up, because he asks again.
“Okay, why are you looking at hyung like you want to fuck him.”
Jin jumps off his seat and climbs over to Jungkook’s lap, covering his mouth before he says anything else and blocking themselves from everyone in the room. The feeling of Jungkook’s mouth behind his hand is too smug and Jin realizes too late that he practically raised Jungkook to be a little like him.
Is it too late to take back the innocent and introverted Jungkook? Maybe Jin can start all over again with him.
“Wipe that look on your face you little brat,” Jin whispers, his hair tickling Jungkook’s forehead with how close they are, “I raised you.”
“I know,” Jungkook says, “That’s why I know when you want to— mhpph!”
“Hah!” Jin grins. Suddenly, there’s a gleam in Jungkook’s eyes and a shadow cast over them. He doesn’t have to look back to identify who exactly is behind him, because only Taehyung smells like that designer perfume.
“Are you guys fighting again?”
He wants to tell Taehyung now really isn’t the time to butt in between them, even if it is an attractive butt that Taehyung has. But the damage has been done, Jungkook notices the weakening grip over his mouth and swipes it away to talk to Taehyung, “Hyung, you’re a regular at Jin’s bed, aren’t you?”
Jin grips Jungkook’s shoulder’s tightly as he laughs awkwardly, beating Taehyung in answering. “I wouldn’t phrase it that way, Jungkook.”
“Have you noticed anything strange lately?”
The smile Jin gives Jungkook is deadly, and Jungkook realizes it so he shuts his mouth up instantly and zips it, throwing the key away.
“The only strange thing is that Jungkook would think that you’re a regular at my bed,” Jin rolls his eyes, “When he’s been doing the same, hasn’t he?”
Jungkook’s eyes are wide as Jin continues his sentence, Jungkook slaps his hand over Jin’s mouth gently, “Hyung, my beautiful, gracious, ever so handsome, Jin-hyung!”
Jin smirks behind Jungkook’s hands, but that devil of a smile is back, and the brat speaks as fast as he could. “All I was saying was that Jin-hyung has been staring at you too much lately that I’m worried something may happen to you, see? Hyung’s really not great at holding back.”
Jin grabs Jungkook’s hand and hisses, “I’m fucking great at holding back, brat!”
Taehyung forgotten behind him, Jin snakes his legs around Jungkook’s lap and keeps him in his place as he brings forth his fingers to the youngest’s waist. Jungkook erupts to laugher and turns into putty in his fingers. The cameraman turns the camera to them and Jin doesn’t care anymore as long as Jungkook learns his place.
From the corner of his eyes, he sees Taehyung lock eyes with him for a good ten seconds before bouncing off his heel to Jimin who just enters the room.
Jin really must get himself under control.
X
It’s harder that he’d though because either Jin is noticing things more, or Taehyung is absolutely out of control.
Every time Jin glances at him, Taehyung is always doing something else; like the time he was eating the honeyed melon and the syrup slid from the pick to his fingers and Taehyung absently licked his fingers to catch it, while staring at Jin. When they’re on stage, Taehyung would always stare at him. He’ll stare at Jin, place a finger under Jin’s chin to keep his eyes on him, brush their fingers together, and small touches between shoulders and feet was initiated.
Then Taehyung would come to his room at night, hugging his pillow and his covers over his back like a cape. He’d hop into Jin’s bed and once again, all the sleep flies out of Jin’s system and is replaced with something burning.
He doesn’t allow himself to touch Taehyung, but somehow Taehyung finds ways to touch him. A subtle finger grazing on Jin’s exposed stomach as Taehyung settles next to him with a shirt too thin that Jin could see the perk of something Jin doesn’t want to think off. Not of how pink they may be or of how sensitive they would feel if Jin brushes his fingers over them.
It’s bad, really, really bad. If Taehyung is to put his leg over Jin’s thighs or if his hands wander a little too low in his one-sided cuddle at Jin’s side, then he will find out just how hard Jin was.
After they practice their new dance routine, they’ll be too sweaty. It wouldn’t be strange if one or two of them removes their shirt to get changed into a new one. Jin is at his corner, opening his bag to grab a clean shirt when Taehyung is suddenly behind him, shirt hanging loosely on his neck as if he can’t be bothered with wearing it properly yet.
Suddenly, he’s asking for Jin’s water because Jungkook wouldn’t share.
He can see the shit-eating grin Jungkook is sporting and Jin musters all the patience he has that is specifically reserved for one Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung is still hanging on his back, asking him for his water and he’s acting too much like Jimin that he can’t help but give in.
“If you put your shirt on properly, I’ll give you it.” Jin says. The moment Taehyung is off his back, Jin removes and changes his shirt in record time, he finishes the same time as Taehyung finished wearing his properly. Jin hands him his water bottle and busies himself with folding his shirt.
His bottle appears before him and then it’s followed by Taehyung’s face. Jin immediately notices the glisten of the water on his lips and he forces himself too look away by taking his bottle.
He thanks luck that Taehyung drank all his water, so Jin wouldn’t be torn between drinking what was left of it because it’s an indirect kiss or not drinking it because it would be suspicious if he drank again right after he just had some.
Taehyung has to be stopped, he tells himself, but then he also sees Taehyung clinging off to Hoseok to ask for water again and realizing, no, it’s Jin who has to be stopped, because this is Taehyung and he doesn’t have a dirty bone in his body.
Everything is unintentional and Jin is thinking too much because he has enough dirty bones for both.
X
Jin sets rules for himself before things gets out of hand (even more so than it already was). Jungkook and Yoongi is on to him, that devilish pair.
The first order of business is no more looking at Taehyung for reasons that aren’t necessary. No more starting at Taehyung after practice, no more glancing at him during their break at the waiting room, no more watching him when he sleeps. Not that Jin does the latter often, he just likes seeing how long Taehyung’s lashes are and how they brush to his cheeks as he— right, no more staring.
And then the second rule which Jin has always known but never acts on; have as little physical contact as possible. If Taehyung initiates it, then there’s not much he can do, but under no circumstances was Jin going to accept it with open arms. He must always stay out of Taehyung’s reach when he can. Even a teasing smirk accompanied with a hand on his arm was enough for Jin to pop a boner in public.
He’s been lucky so far, he doesn’t want to push it.
Lastly, no sleeping on the same bed anymore. Never, ever, ever. This rule is very important, because it’s getting too dangerous and too much of a hassle to ask to change his sheets ever so often because Taehyung’s smell clings on his bed. It clings too much that Jin can picture Taehyung enveloping him in his sleep, only to wake up with Taehyung sleeping next to him and an awkward Jin who just had a wet dream.
The rules aren’t really working out for him. First of all, every time Jin tries to sneak a glance at Taehyung, the latter would always be staring at him already. Their eyes would meet, and it would turn into a pseudo you-blink-you-lose challenge. Rule two wasn’t working out either, because in the first place, it’s always Taehyung who initiates the touches. Rule three is even worse, because Taehyung is in his room, sitting on his bed, and Jin settles himself to the floor, pretending he is looking through the tweets under his name.
(Definitely not the hashtag ARMY had for him and Taehyung, he’s never done those, and he never will, because he knew he’d be jealous of the Jin in the pictures that portrayed Taehyung in love with him. That would be dumb).
Sleep is creeping on to him, making his eyes heavy until he has no choice but to lock his phone and bring up the inevitable. He doesn’t know how he’s going to refuse to sleep on the same bed, a thing they’ve been doing without trouble for years.
But then again, Jin has to remind himself that keeping his hands off was easier when Taehyung was still the cute lanky kid who was too innocent for the world. Not the Taehyung whose eyes seem to smolder with an expression so unreadable that Jin doesn’t know what to think of his accidental touches on Jin’s bare skin.
“Taehyung,” He starts, putting his phone aside. “We should probably stop sharing beds.”
Taehyung too looks away from his phone and then stares at him with a look that makes Jin want to kiss him forcefully but also run away at the same time.
“What? Why? You said you didn’t mind that I punched you that one time. Are you taking it back?”
Jin, in fact, had minded. That punch was too powerful that he had been pulled away from his sleep, but that’s not the reason. He doesn’t know how to explain the reason.
He does, but then it would sound suspicious. Honestly, five years, is it?
“Don’t you think it’s kind of weird for two guys to share a bed?” he goes with and then kicks himself because why would it be weird unless they made it weird? Everyone does it all the time. Jungkook even slips on his bed on days Taehyung doesn’t and on some days he forgets to lock the door, Jimin would be lounging on his bed.
Taehyung frowns, hands on hips. Hips Jin definitely has thought about more than once. “We’re just sleeping, so it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to make a move on you or anything.”
But it’s not you! Jin wants to scream, it’s me! He wants to put his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders and shake him in frustration. He sighs, looking at the floor to think of another excuse.
“Unless you want me to?”
Jin’s head jerks up too fast, he hates the way his hear hammers in his chest. He especially hates the teasing grin on Taehyung’s face, the one that indicates he is only joking. Jin wants to wipe it off his face (with his lips). And then the smile falters, and he suddenly looks uncertain.
Jin realizes he missed his chance to return the joke.
“Hyung, I was kidding, you know. I’m not actually…?”
“I know you’re not,” Jin snaps. He stands up to make his way to the bed, but instead chickens out and settles for his bed side table, sliding the drawer open to take his charger and then squatting down to charge his phone under.
“Why are you acting so weird? It’s not like we haven’t done this often.”
Jin’s head is starting to hurt, he can’t seem to shoot the charger on the plug. “Some people might think you’re coming onto them, okay? Some people will take advantage of that. You can’t just do that to anyone, even guys. It’s weird for two guys to always sleep together, okay? You rub yourself all over people in sleep and…”
Jin gives up on the charger and instead runs his hand over his face. Suddenly, he’s really tired. He realizes he’s the only one worked up and that he’s the only one acting weird. Taehyung doesn’t know anything and it’s unfair that Taehyung’s getting all his vent-up anger.
“I only do those stuffs with you,” Taehyung says. “And we’re both guys, and it’s me we’re talking about here. You’ve practically raised me with Jungkook, it’s—”
Jin doesn’t want to hear anymore. There’s a hum on his ear that is probably his heartbeat beating a thousand miles per hour. He turns his body to face Taehyung sitting on his bed and grabs him by his silky shirt, dragging him down to crash their lips together.
It was a bit too hard and he applied to much force, but he can’t be bothered. He slips his fingers on Taehyung’s hair (it’s blue this time, it suits him as always) and finds that it’s just between dry and soft.
Jin’s too mad and too frustrated at Taehyung. He stands up without breaking their lips apart and places his knee on the bed to support him as he tips Taehyung’s head back with his hands. He licks at Taehyung’s lips because he wants to, he’s always wanted to.
He slips it in but a few seconds later, he hears a noise like Taehyung trying to suck air, and he freezes.
It’s too awkward. His tongue is on Taehyung’s and he pulls back immediately. He stumbles a few steps back and Taehyung sits up, lips red and drool slipping at the corner of his mouth. It would be really hot if Jin wasn’t scared out of his mind.
Years of restraining thrown outside the window because he finally gave in.
He’s stammering, which is crazy, he never stammers. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, maybe it’s not even words, but all he can think of is that Taehyung must be disgusted and weirded out because he was just kissed by someone he looked up to as a family. He’s never going to be the same again with Jin, and it’s Jin’s fault.
He’s too tired, and panicked. “I’m sorry, Tae,” he says desperately, even though he knows the situation can’t be fixed. “I’m— shit. I told you we had to stop doing this. I’m trying so hard and you—”
“Why?”
“What?” he returns dumbly.
Taehyung bends over to reach his charger on the floor and then plug it, but he doesn’t change his pose after. He’s splayed on the bed on his stomach and Jin can see his chest inside his pajama. His fingers flinch unconsciously because he suddenly wants to run his fingers over his chest.
“Why did you do that?” Taehyung huffs. Jin is dumbfounded because he can’t process what is happening. Did he just ask him why? Shoot, he’s getting up. Jin takes a step back as Taehyung walks towards him until his back touches his door.
Think, Jin, think.
“Just… it was an accident, we can forget about it,” Jin shrugs. He tries to pull it off like it’s nothing, be cool about it. Blame is sleep-deprived self. Their comeback is coming, and they’ve been pushing themselves to perfection.
“Hyung,” Taehyung’s voice is flat and serious. “I’ve seen you looking at my butt.”
Jin feels like dying right then and there, he’s been trying to hard to convince himself that he was getting past Taehyung’s radar, but he’s been caught red-handed. He covers his face to avoid looking at Taehyung but the younger’s fingers gracefully wraps around his hand and lowers it.
Jin sighs, it can’t be avoided anymore and honestly Jin is tired of avoiding. He’s not a chicken.
“You look good.”
Taehyung grins ever so slightly and tilts his head to the side so the silken shirt moves a bit and exposes more skin. Jin looks up to meet Taehyung’s eyes to avoid staring at his skin. “I don’t know if you have weird tastes since you’ve been doing it since we first met, but I’ve heard that often these days.”
“Shut up,” Jin says. “You looked good before and you look good now. What’s worse is that I want to touch you and I can’t, fine, I won’t, so that’s why we shouldn’t sleep on the same bed anymore.”
Taehyung is quiet and Jin’s worried that he may have said too much. If Taehyung was disgusted before (with the kiss), then he must be thinking of Jin as a creep or a pervert now, and then—
“Why won’t you?” Taehyung says. Jin has to tip his head closer to hear if he heard right. “If you want to, why won’t you?”
And then he slips his fingers to entwine along Jin’s and maybe Jin notices that Taehyung is… nervous?
Jin says the only thing he can think of, “Huh?”
“When you like someone, you want to touch them. So touch me.” Taehyung’s pressing Jin’s hands to his chest suddenly, and Jin’s fingers twitch. “You wouldn’t get it, hyung, since you’re really, very attractive. Ever since you arrived, that’s all people has been talking about. And then you looked at me, the awkward country boy who doesn’t know a thing. I’m just—”
Jin doesn’t want to hear it. He knew Taehyung still think about those comments about him when they debuted, they said he was weird, an alien, he wasn’t human. Jin flips them around and then he traps Taehyung between his arms because what he says next has to be ingrained in Taehyung.
“You’re hot, okay, like really handsome. You were cute before, still are now,” Jin says carefully. “I don’t care what other people think, I care what I think, and I told you I find you very attractive. Whatever it is you’re thinking, don’t push it, because I’m really going to touch you if you don’t stop.”
But there’s only determination burning in Taehyung’s eyes.
“So do it.”
That’s it. Jin can’t (doesn’t want to) hold back anymore. He tugs on the small hairs on the nape of Taehyung’s head and leans in for a kiss. He licks Taehyung’s lips and this time, Taehyung invites him with open arms. Taehyung pulls him closer and Jin might have moaned a little too loud.
He trails his hand on Taehyung’s neck, over his bare shoulders before slipping it under Taehyung’s shirt. He presses it there, on the smooth skin, and Taehyung gasps as he teased to slip lower.
“Are you only doing it because I asked you to?” Taehyung whispers, his voice husky.
“I’m your hyung, why would I have to listen to you?”
Taehyung laughs and Jin doesn’t say that it’s true, that Jin would do anything Taehyung told him to. That’s not why he’s doing this, this he’s doing because Taehyung drives him nuts and it feels like Jin snapped something because his hands won’t stop moving.
When his hands slide down to the hem of Taehyung’s pants, he grazes his hands to Taehyung’s thighs. There’s a hitch in Taehyung’s breath and he glances back at Taehyung’s face. Even if Jin can’t make himself stop, if Taehyung looks uncomfortable for even a millisecond, he will.
But Taehyung’s eyes and hooded, head tipped back and Jin says, well, to hell with self-control. Jin pauses to admire Taehyung but his eyes flutter open and he says to please keep going, hyung.
So he does, he tugs on Taehyung’s pants and lowers it carefully. He skims his hand over the skin he can’t see but pulls his hands out off Taehyung’s boxers on the last minute. Taehyung breaths hard and presses himself between Jin’s legs.
Jin thinks maybe he’s dead because there was no way Taehyung was letting him touch him. No way Taehyung would willingly lean to Jin’s touch and press his hardness on Jin’s thighs. Taehyung leans his forehead on Jin’s shoulders, and he groans.
“I’ve wanted you to do this for a long time,” Taehyung admits, he kisses Jin on his lips and then lays their forehead together. “I mean, I wanted you for a long time.”
“You could have said something,” Jin says.
“No,” Taehyung grunts when Jin accidentally shifts his legs and pressed into Taehyung’s. Jin’s fingers twitched to run his hand over Taehyung’s hardness, and this time it’s different. He doesn’t stop himself as his hands makes its way over it and rubs over the cloth of his boxers.
Taehyung grinds on his hands and Jin marvels at how he breaks apart in his touch. He doesn’t say anything as Taehyung comes, soaking his boxers that Jin feels the wetness in his palm. Taehyung sags on Jin and then carefully touches his wrist to gain his attention and points at Jin’s bed.
Jin guides them to his bed, and Taehyung is flushed. They lay on his bed and Jin still can’t believe what happened. Taehyung shuffles beside him after a while and hovers over him briefly before leaning on his chest.
“I’ve got to say, hyung,” Taehyung starts, “I was actually really amazed at how much you denied my advances. It was fun watching you struggle.”
Jin doesn’t hold himself back when he pushes Taehyung off his bed and tells him to sleep there. He doesn’t care if Taehyung whines about how his butt might bruise and instead hides a small smile on his face. He ignores as Taehyung tries to budge him over so he can sleep on his bed and instead settles on top of Jin.
“I probably liked you long before you liked me,” Taehyung says.
Jin snorts, “As if.”
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Sometimes, Taehyung would cling on Jin and ask him what it was that he likes about him. Or when was it that Jin first realized he likes Taehyung.
Sometimes, Taehyung would smirk at Jin just because he can, and it was fun to see the elder blush. He’d brush his fingers on Jin and lets it sit there while on stage because it was fun to see him panic. When they’re alone, he’d press himself on to Jin and kiss him long because he missed him.
He’d join Jin in the showers and press himself to Jin, running his hands all over Jin because he finally can. Taehyung’s been holding off so long and he’s got all the time in the world to catch up with his fantasies. He can only hope Jin would enlighten him with all of them.
Jin is into Taehyung, and it’s perfectly fine because Taehyung is absolutely into Jin.