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2:01 AM
The whole dorm was quiet already, so Taehyung tried his best not to make too much noise as he made his way through the long corridor, knowing that everyone was already asleep. Or, almost everyone.
He grinned as he entered the code to open the door of Yoongi’s studio and took his shoes off, leaving them on the “Fuck Off” rug the older kept at the entrance. “Hyung?” He called as he closed the door behind him but no answer followed and, seconds later, it was clear why: the older was practically asleep, with his face being supported by both of his hands, eyes closed in front of the screen of his computer.
Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at the sight: Yoongi’s chubby cheeks looked even softer since they were slightly squished, and his pouty lips shone from the amount of lip balm that had been applied to them. The elder has always hated having chapped lips, so he did all in his power to keep them as soft as he could and Taehyung thought that he was exceptionally good at it because his hyung’s lips always looked silky and just so kissable , so… desirable . He was more than sure that they were even softer to the touch than they already seemed to be, and that they tasted so sweet, so-
“Taehyung-ah?” Taehyung’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a sleepy raspy voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the whole day with your parents,” the older rubbed his eyes as he spoke, slowly realizing that he must’ve fallen asleep in the process of composing.
“Hyung, it’s 2 AM,” the younger smiled with a slight shake of his head. “You’re once again losing the track of time, it’s not healthy, you know?” He didn’t sound worried even though Yoongi knew that he most certainly was. But all the older could do was shrug his shoulders and let his eyes travel down to Taehyung’s hands, where a bag piqued his curiosity. The younger noticed and his cheeks scrunched up at his hyung’s cute expression. “Mom made some sandwiches and told me to share them with you since she knows just how much hyungie loves them,” he said, smiling again at how Yoongi’s eyes immediately lit up. The latter probably haven’t even had anything to eat until now.
Ahhh, this hyung, Taehyung thought.
“Are you sure she made them for me specifically?” The older cocked a brow at him, and Taehynug sniggered.
“We won’t tell, right?” He handed Yoongi the bag before continuing. “I’ll bring some for the others the next time. Mom also asked me to tell you she said hi and that she misses you and that you better be eating well.”
Yoongi smiled and, a little too obviously excited, started unpacking whatever Taehyung’s mom had prepared for him. “Next time, tell her I miss her too,” he hummed, “ especially her sandwiches.”
“Aha! So you only need me so I could ask her to make some for you,” the younger squinted his eyes and crossed his arms.
“Duh.”
“Rude,” they both giggled.
“And,” Yoongi started, “I have been eating well, thanks to you. Lately, you’ve been coming here with food and won’t leave unless I finish it all. Why did I tell you the passcode to the studio again?” He rolled his eyes playfully, setting silly smiles on both of their faces.
“Well, I’m just making sure that my favorite hyung is eating well and that he’s keeping those cheeks chubby and squishy,” Taehyung pinched Yoongi’s cheeks—which the older didn’t mind one bit—and plopped himself on the little couch behind him. “And you gave it to me because I’m your favorite person ever,” he added with a wide grin on his face, knowing oh too well that he was right.
“You are aware that Jungkook-ah also has the passcode, right?” Yoongi teased as he threw him a glance.
“Okay, okay. Okay ,” Taehyung pouted, “ One of your favorites then. No one can compare with Jungkookie,” he tried sulking but his plan was ruined as his loud laugh filled the room at the sight of Yoongi stuffing his mouth with food. “Wait! Careful!” He exclaimed, making the other pause his actions and look at him with confused puppy eyes. Taehyung then took his phone out of his pocket, mumbling something under his nose. “Just don’t choke, okay? I must snap a picture of this moment, you’re too cute for me to just ignore.”
“Wait, wh-” Yoongi barely even had the time to blink before the younger snapped a picture of him.
“Adorable,” Taehyung cooed, not noticing the panic in his hyung’s eyes who hoped his cheeks weren’t tinting red.
“Uhm,” the older cleared his throat, averting his gaze back to the sandwiches. “Are you sure you don’t want any? I’ll eat them all.”
“Wow, what a threat ,” Taehyung chuckled. “Eat, hyung. I’ve had a lot when I was home,” he smiled and Yoongi only hummed, bringing the final bite into his mouth and then grabbing another sandwich.
The younger one felt incredibly fond of him as he watched him munch, clearly enjoying his snack, which Taehyung wouldn’t be surprised if it were his first meal of the day in general. His eyes never left him, lips tugged in a gentle smile at the sounds the other was making. “ That good?”
“Mhm,” Yoongi hummed contently, getting up from where he previously sat to practically throw himself on the couch next to the younger. “I don’t know how your mom manages to make something as simple as a sandwich this damn good. Should be illegal,” he muttered, making Taehyung chuckle.
“Yeah,” he whispered sheepishly, “she’s amazing,” Taehyung’s hands kept rubbing circles on his own stomach and Yoongi couldn’t stop the ‘Ah, just looking at you melts my heart’ smile from spreading across his face. And it wasn’t a new type of expression on the older’s face — he’s always looked at Taehyung as if he was the one who put all the stars in the sky. No matter what, he was the cutest in the older eyes, and whatever Taehyung did — Yoongi found it all absolutely adorable, quite literally. The younger didn’t need to know to what extent exactly Yoongi was fond of him though, right?
3:27 AM
They spent some time having the most random conversations. It was their thing: the subject didn’t matter as long as they were in each other’s presence. Their discussions could begin with something philosophical and end simply with them “arguing” whether it’s baby ducks or baby chicks that were cuter. The two were long past the awkwardness that settled between them at first, despite them being from the same city and spending so many years together.
Getting closer took time, but it bothered neither of them — what mattered is that it happened, they did get closer. And, at some point, they grew to realize that being away from one another was their absolute least favorite thing. Not that they ever admitted it aloud, though.
Eventually, they also ended up cuddling on the - way too- small couch. That was also one of “their” things as of recently. And now, Taehyung’s hands were firm around Yoong’s middle, keeping him from falling off to the side. Or, maybe, it was just an excuse for them to be a little closer.
“You know,” Yoongi started, “now that I think about it, it was weird without you here the whole day. You usually always stick around.”
Taehyung decided to tease a little — shy Yoongi hyung is the cutest Yoongi hyung. “You know, now that I think about it, you usually don’t let other people stay here for too long. Not even Jungkook,” the younger said with a calm voice but also a grin on his face which didn’t reach Yoongi, who had his back pressed to the other’s front. Taehyung’s free hand kept caressing the older’s side ever so gently.
“Well, you’re not other people,” Yoongi said, and God did he hate his fair skin at that exact moment because he just knew that his blush was very much evident. He hoped at least that the younger wouldn’t look down at his face (which Taehyung had been doing the whole time spent there, but someone was too dense to notice), otherwise he would die from embarrassment.
“Aww, hyung,” Taehyung cooed and he hugged him tighter, “didn’t take you for a sap since you don’t even tell me you love me back unless I keep on bugging you about it,” he laughed, but it got stuck in his throat when the older turned around in his hold to face him. He looked so pretty up close, Taehyung didn’t think he could ever get enough of boring his eyes into every little detail of his face.
“I love you,” Yoongi suddenly murmured as he nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the younger’s scent.
“I love hearing you say it, do it more often,” Taehyung said with the widest smile lingering on his face as he pressed a small kiss to the top of his hyung’s head.
Silence followed as they stayed like that, in each other’s arms, simply enjoying whatever it was they were doing.
3:45 AM
“Hyung?” Taehyung broke the silence after a while, his hand traveling from where it was circled on the older’s back to his face so he could move a strand of hair away from his eyes.
“Hm?”
“I love you,” the younger whispered and he was more than sure that Yoongi could feel his heart because of how fast it was beating in his chest.
“I know,” Yoongi replied, hand calmly going up to catch Taehyung’s, instantly locking their fingers.
“No, hyung… I’m in love with you,” the younger breathed out and their eyes met.
“Since when?” Yoongi asked soflty, his expression telling Taehyung that he was genuinely curious now.
The younger nervously licked his lips before speaking. “I’ve always loved and admired you because you’re a wonderful artist and an amazing hyung. But I came to realize, at one point, that my feelings for you were far from being platonic,” Taehyung breathed out a chuckle, “unless it’s completely platonic to wonder what your lips would taste like. And wonder whether they would be slightly bitter because of the coffee that you drink.” He then let his eyes travel to where he and Yoongi’s hands were locked, a little afraid about the older’s next words if there were even any to come.
At least, he didn’t push him away so that was a good sign, right?
The younger didn’t get much time for overthinking as he heard an almost silent “me too” falling off Yoongi’s lips, his eyes instantly searching for the older’s. “W-what?” He stuttered out, blinking a dozen of times.
“I’m in love with you, too,” Yoongi stated casually. “And I don’t know how or when it started but I often caught myself thinking about you when you’d not be next to me. Hell,” he laughed, making Taehyung smile as the corners of his eyes crinkled, “I barely got anything done today because you weren’t here and that was all I could concentrate on.” The older let out a shaky breath before he continued, not caring if Taehyung could see his cheeks getting rosy anymore. “I’d also start missing your arms around me when I’m alone in bed and, often, all I’d have on my mind would be your lips and the pretty mole on the bottom one; the desire to kiss it, and every other little spot on your face. And,” he paused, “how I’d love us to hold hands while everyone’s eyes are on us,” he confessed and let his eyes travel down to look at the younger’s lips. “And just about how I’d love to kiss you whenever I’d want to,” he wet his bottom lip with his tongue and Taehyung mirrored the action. “Just like I do right now.”
No more words were said as their lips met, neither of them entirely sure who leaned in first to close the distance between then. Though, considering both their feelings, it was probably teamwork. And the two were sure that the kiss they shared—even though it was a short one and which was no more than a peck—was the best one they’ve ever had. Good. It felt so good being that close after months of longing. The touch of their lips sent a riot of butterflies in both of their stomachs, and the hearts in their chests picked up the same unsteady rhythm.
Happiness, that’s what the feeling, the one that had crept under their skin, was.
4:21 AM
It was hard, so incredibly hard to just stop kissing after they’ve had a taste. Taehyung learned that Yoongi’s lips were far from being bitter—he had a pair of the sweetest lips he had ever tasted. The younger was sure that they were just as soft at the clouds, if not softer. So what if he hadn’t touched one before? A man’s imagination can do wonders, so yes, Yoongi’s lips were like two cloud-soft pillows.
“So, does that mean you will come to meet both of my parents now? Mom’s gonna make you so many sandwiches when she finds out that we’re boyfriends now,” the younger smiled cheekily.
Yoongi’s brows rose and his eyes went wide. “Th- w-we’re b-,” but he didn’t get the chance to panic anymore because Taehyung was quick to give him a smooch on the lips.
“Just kidding,” he giggled. “Or, almost. Just let me take you out on a date first.”