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Nine hours.
The sun was already rising outside, its rays forming a sharp rectangle on the wall, the outline of the blackout curtains that kept them out of the bedroom. Taehyung’s neck was stiff, his shoulder blades burned, his eyelids stung. Yet he couldn’t fall asleep. Not until...
“Now, hyung!”
Seokjin pursed his lips as his fingers worked expertly on the keyboard. Blasting sounds and adventure background music poured from the computer speakers as user WWH92 slayed the final boss they had been trying to beat for a whole week and a whole night.
“Taehyung-ah!” Seokjin screeched with desperate enthusiasm upon realizing the enemy’s XP was blinking red. “Taehyung-ah!”
Kneeling next to the swivel chair Seokjin occupied, Taehyung slapped Seokjin’s thigh repeatedly in encouragement.
“Yes! Yes! Almost there!”
Both their heads were smashed together before the monitor as the last attack was delivered and the gigantic monster was blown to pieces. Seokjin’s avatar jumped with his fists up, laughing; the word WINNER! filled the screen. Seokjin and Taehyung screamed at the top of their lungs and jumped into each other’s arms.
“You did it, hyung!”
Taehyung buried his face in the crook of Seokjin’s neck. He had showered last about ten hours ago, and the intense gaming night that followed had made him sweat, but Taehyung didn’t mind his natural scent. His eyelids sank in relief as he inhaled greedily. Seokjin’s reply sounded muffled, distant, as if coming from a dream.
“We did it, VV! Teamwork!”
Seokjin’s arms loosened around Taehyung’s waist and they disentangled from each other to exchange giddy glances. The smile on Seokjin’s lips was more rewarding than any game. Taehyung knew he’d fight that boss with his bare hands if the slim chance of him winning meant making Seokjin that happy again.
Their lips were crashing before Taehyung could control himself.
His heart climbed to his throat; he knew if he parted his lips, Seokjin would be able to feel it beating there. The snacks they’d spent the night eating threatened to come up as well, another reason to keep his mouth shut. Thus, Taehyung clung to Seokjin’s oversized shirt and refused to break the kiss even though Seokjin didn’t seem to be even breathing.
Well, shit.
He had fucked up big time. Seokjin had every right to kick him out of the room, Taehyung had no right to argue. But at least it was all out there now, the yearning that had consumed him for months. If Seokjin were to reject him, Taehyung would enjoy that moment, the feeling of Seokjin’s soft lips on his at least once, up to the last second.
His resolve was about to falter, his sleep-deprived body about to give up on him, when the puzzled hands on his hips turned to strong arms snaking around his waist, pulling him in and up until Taehyung sat on Seokjin’s lap. Seokjin moved his lips slowly, either afraid of scaring Taehyung with his acceptance or scaring himself with what he was finally doing (or both).
The once so crucial game was soon forgotten. The champion avatar kept jumping around, unnoticed by the enamored teens kissing each other senseless before the computer.
“Hyung…” Taehyung breathed, his pout still lingering on Seokjin’s bottom lip as they gasped for air. “I'm so sorry… I… I didn't mean to…”
Seokjin’s warm but low voice swept Taehyung off his feet.
“Shh. I did.”
Taehyung examined his face with incredulity. Seokjin let him blink a few times before grinning, and his heart did somersaults at the sight of Taehyung smiling back at him.
“You did?”
Seokjin nodded and proceeded to pepper Taehyung’s face with kisses: the corner of his lips, the mole on the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his forehead.
“Best win ever.”
Taehyung giggled when Seokjin’s mouth chased his own again, but their kiss was cut short by the bedroom door being opened unceremoniously.
“Why were you screaming like that?”
A sleepy Yoongi groaned, hair all over the place, barely an eye open. When he spotted the flashing lights coming from the screen, he rolled his eyes and left with a grumpy mumble.
“Fucking nerds. I thought you were fucking.”