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Taehyung doesn’t know how to describe it.
There's something inherently adorable about the way Yoongi is eating tangerines. Yes, he knows that he is indeed a creep - but it’s the way Yoongi subconsciously (or very consciously, he has yet to come to a conclusion) takes each tangerine in his hand. The way his hand keeps inching back to the bowl for another one, peeling the covers under the table along with the little sounds he makes when he plops each piece in his mouth, and fuck, Taehyung absolutely heart-stricken from these actions alone.
It's so stupid - they're on a live broadcast, for god's sake. Taehyung! Get your mind out of the gutter!
But the gutter is where his head belongs, as when Taehyung bends down to look at Yoongi’s phone, the scent of citrus is increasingly stronger - and he thinks, if he were to come any closer, his lips would hover over that taste of tangerine.
Without eating them, of course.
Oh, he can imagine it already, Yoongi’s kiss would have an intermix of a sweet and sour aftertaste, his kisses wet and the distinct smell of citrus probably would enter his nose once Yoongi opens his lips-
And fuck, Taehyung is not only imagining it now; he's straight-up living in this daydream that consists of Yoongi and Yoongi alone - oh, at least, along with the feature of a particular orange-colored fruit. The Taehyung in his dream has an unlimited amount of peeled tangerines in his hold, and with each piece Taehyung feeds to the elder, he lets out a sensual groan. The sound is melodic, it echos in his head.
Yoongi looks up. His eyes are sparkling from anticipation, mouth opening wider with each second pass. Taehyung's fingers tremble as they raise the tangerine piece up and push them inside Yoongi's lips. Yoongi's eyelashes flutter, he presses his lips onto Taehyung's hand - wet, hot flesh enveloping his fingertips.
Shit, is Yoongi winking at him as he's sucking on his fingers?
“Taehyung, Taehyung? Taehyung!” he hears Seokjin calling his name. When he turns to the elder, he sees him covering laughter while using his eyes to gesture to Taehyung’s crotch - which against his volition - has formed a rather noticeable tent.
It's mortification at its height and Taehyung can only let out a small yelp in response. The sound is somewhat inhuman in his mind, but he shifts his legs to hide his hard-on somewhat uncomfortably, as each time it is exposed to other's eyes, Taehyung feels the simultaneous need to dig himself a hole and kiss Yoongi.
Seokjin just lets out a giggle and wiggles his eyebrows in Taehyung’s direction, which he ridiculously returns the gestures, drawing laughter from both of them. At least the eldest doesn’t address the subject at hand, and Taehyung is absolutely thankful for that. While he might be comfortable telling Seokjin about what happened, he isn’t too sure if the other would be pleased to listen.
“What’s so funny?” he hears Jeongguk turning back and asking, his eyes darting from Seokjin to Taehyung. Seokjin just scrunches his face and shrugs his shoulders while Taehyung tries his best to remain emotionless; they both know that their act of nonchalance would irritate Jeongguk, and who are they to pass on annoying their dearest maknae purposefully?
Jeongguk narrows his eyes at them, his glare signaling I'll be watching you. Both of you. So naturally, he and Seokjin brush off the threatening message then cackle when the two do so at the same time, almost as if it's planned out beforehand; the sound loud enough to make Jeongguk squint his eyes.
Taehyung smiles like he doesn’t mean it - and he means it, purposely keeping his eyes neutral so when his lips turn back into a frown, his face looks like he’s scowling.
You know, the fake smile that he does oh-so often.
He feels Seokjin vibrating beside him, pulling a face, and Taehyung feels the tidbit most satisfied. In fact, he is so distracted from the whole shenanigans that he doesn’t even feel his lower parts tingly from the stupidest thing now. Well, he’s not trying to say that the image of Yoongi eating tangerines is ridiculous; he’s just trying to convince himself that he never got hard from the act.
Speaking of the devil, Taehyung can see a certain cardigan-clad hand reaching out to the damn tangerine bowl again, and fuck - how long do they have to continue this for? They have been live for about an hour, and so far, the only person who has even touched the bowl was Yoongi. He might cry from the thought alone - but Taehyung's quick to hold himself back. He is at least comforted by the fact that if he does burst into tears right now, fans would think that Taehyung's feeling emotional about their album release, and hey, he is - but not tear-shedding level at least.
Taehyung’s knee twitches when his thoughts wander back to Yoongi’s lips, this time with the orange juices running from the corners of his mouth. The older's pink tongue runs through the liquid, lapping it up and Taehyung can only stare wordlessly before Seokjin snaps him out of his trance, this time just as judgemental as the last.
Taehyung sighs to himself as he accepts the constant judging look from the eldest. He'd be the same if he were in Seokjin's shoes - but one's thing for sure, Taehyung must do something.
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Taehyung doesn’t know what to do.
It’s one point, affronting your gayness and coming to terms with the fact that you got hard from someone eating something innocuously with no intentions to provoke anything inherently sexual. It’s another point, telling the said person about it and hopefully kissing them after they have eaten such food.
Taehyung's up in his head as he and the council - which consists of 3 pillows and his laptop, all propped up to give the appearance of a supreme court in action - have come to a conclusion. Taehyung should resort to confiding in someone he trusts - someone he knows that they wouldn't judge him and would be able to give him a solution from the years of experience.
Only one person comes to mind, and Taehyung doesn't waste time.
After explaining to his best friend in excruciating detail about his current predicament, which includes him possibly getting hard at Yoongi eating - but it's like, totally reasonable, right? Jimin only narrows his eyes, his lips muttering out a resolute: “dude, what the fuck.” and Taehyung feels like giving up.
“You’re supposed to be helping me!” Taehyung groans, throwing a pillow and letting out a satisfied hum when it finds its target: Jimin's face.
“How am i supposed to help you with - with,” Jimin looks down at Taehyung’s crotch, and subconsciously, his hands try to hide it away from Jimin’s gaze, “with that?”
Taehyung groans, his arm reaching for another pillow to hit Jimin with, but the smaller was faster, snatching it out of his reach.
“Look, I’m not asking you for a blowie-”
“Do not," Jimin is quick to cut him off, his expression turns to one of disgust, "refer to it as a ‘blowie’ please.”
Taehyung glares at him, “do you want me to get all technical in here?”
“...What’s the technical term for a blowjob?”
“Jimin… seriously?” Taehyung groans, his head flat onto the mattress as he heaves a huge sigh.
“I’m just asking!” Jimin’s quite literally shouting now, his voice octaves higher than what Taehyung’s eardrums are comfortable with, “you were the one who started this.”
Taehyung rolls himself down the bed. His plan is to move his body from Jimin’s bed and out of Jimin’s room - all while laying down, so he could mimic his soullessness because apparently, his supposedly best friend is judging him for something he cannot control, even if that 'something' is kinda wacky.
His body hits the floor with a thump - and Taehyung’s slightly regretting his plan as his left shoulder is aching from the fall. He’s not too sure if he could continue rolling out of the room like this; Jimin’s just watching him from his bed, his eyes judgmental and gosh. Taehyung wishes he could blame the smaller for all his problems so bad.
—-
The silence is, funnily, deafening, and Taehyung cannot stand it.
“Say something.” he tells Yoongi, his elbow nudging the other's.
“Something.”
Taehyung groans.
“Taehyung…” Yoongi begins, “I don't know what to say, really. You want me to,” Yoongi squints his eyes, and Taehyung tries his hardest not to squeal, “eat those tangerines then kiss you?”
“Precisely.”
Seeing Yoongi next to him in his silk pajama and looking absolutely delightful leaves his head in a haze.
Taehyung was sure that this would be a good idea. After his utmost humiliation in Jimin’s room, they both have plotted out a foolproof yet straightforward plan, consisting of literally two steps that can not go wrong:
- Bring tangerines
- Ask 4 kiss
Now that he thinks about it, it isn’t a very well-thought-out plan. Apparently, while it won’t go wrong on Taehyung’s part, isn’t the part that matters is Yoongi’s answer?
Too late for regrets now as there he is, in Yoongi’s room with a bowl of tangerines on the elder’s lap and Yoongi’s languidly putting each piece in his mouth, his brain computing Taehyung’s request.
Taehyung wants to blame Jimin on this, as well as everything, for convincing him that this is such a great plan, Taehyung, it won't go wrong, Taehyung, hyung won't laugh at you, Taehyung . That type of encouragement had him scrambling to find tangerines then strutting into Yoongi’s room so confidently, the world is his oyster.
When Taehyung saw Yoongi’s eyes zoning in on the tangerine bowl as he made his first step into the older's bedroom, the little voice in his head let out a small scream. Then he waved it in Yoongi's direction, but said nothing before he sat down on the bed, passed the bowl, and asked if he could lick Yoongi's lips after he’s done eating.
He may have noticed Yoongi looking at him with his what the fuck are you on about eyes, but goddamn, he can't help but notice how those pajamas look tight on him - and they accentuate his figure perfectly.
Yoongi still picked out a tangerine and peeled the skin nonetheless, the citrusy aroma quickly made its way to both their nostrils. Taehyung took a whiff and then a second one, and he wondered if there's a kink revolving around scents.
He is brought back from his internal turmoil when Yoongi speaks up, his tone questioning, and honestly? Taehyung can’t blame him.
“Is there any meaning to this?”
“Eh,” Taehyung shrugs, “probably?”
“...You,” he points at Taehyung, and he can only nod because yes, he, “came up with this.” Yoongi’s looking around now, his eyes finding the slightest hint of a camera filming him. Perhaps this is all a prank, and he’s just unlucky to be a part of it. If he looks hard enough, he could probably make out a shadow resembling Namjoon hiding in his closet holding his phone as well as his laughter in.
“I just want to taste your lips, hyung.” Taehyung whispers, his body inching closer to Yoongi’s. Yoongi returns his gaze, his tongue unconsciously darts out to lick his far too chapped lips, and he notices Taehyung’s eyes glued onto the movement.
What is he supposed to make sense of this? Is this a weird type of courtship that Taehyung somehow learned online and decided that Yoongi wouldn't laugh at him - so he might as well just try it out anyway?
“Just say that you want to kiss me already.”
Yoongi says, voice unshaken, but his head is catching up with Usain Bolt from how fast it's running. It’s almost comical how Taehyung’s eyes widen at the sentence, too, as if Yoongi just gave him the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.
Ironically, Yoongi did just that.
Taehyung may be a grown-ass adult man, but goddamn, he do be kinda stupid sometimes.
Because maybe, and just maybe, it’s not the tangerines; it’s just Yoongi.
Maybe he’s just absolutely fascinated with Yoongi and every little thing that the elder does only heightens Taehyung’s attraction, which includes but is not limited to eating tangerines.
But then again, it was never about the tangerines.
It's more about Yoongi's kittenish lips, his satisfied reaction when he gets a sweet piece of tangerine instead of a sour one, him being so concentrated on peeling the skin off, his cheeks bulging while chewing, him being the sole person who eats tangerines from the bowl - and just him in general.
Taehyung speaks up abruptly, his eyes boring in Yoongi's, “Can,” he gulps, “can I kiss you?”
Yoongi wants to bang his head against a table.
The fuck is he supposed to do? Say no?
So he nods, breath almost stopping when Taehyung moves closer. The air around them is hot and heavy, their gazes never breaking as Taehyung leans toward him.
Yoongi closes his eyes as Taehyung presses his lips onto his. The peck is light and feathery, and Taehyung pulls away far too quickly. Yoongi opens his eyes, Taehyung’s staring at him with his eyes wider than ever, his face resembling a puppy that’s asking for confirmation and Yoongi holds back the urge to ruffle his hair.
Grunting, Yoongi moves the bowl aside and sits on Taehyung's lap, their thighs plush against each other's as he leans in, his fingers intertwined in the curly locks as he shows Taehyung how to actually kiss someone after you have barged into their room and made an overly-outrageous request.
He opens his lips as an invitation, and Taehyung intrudes, his tongue quickly making his way into Yoongi’s mouth and exploring the space. One hand on Yoongi's waist, the other he puts under his jaw, fingers caressing the skin as they both melt into the kiss.
Only when they are deprived of oxygen do they withdraw, Yoongi's chest heaving and Taehyung's breaths feverish on his skin.
“Your kisses are sweet,” Taehyung comments, licking his lips before pulling Yoongi in once again. Yoongi makes a slight noise at the back of his throat, but he reciprocates Taehyung’s lips anyway.
“And they taste of tangerines.” Taehyung mumbles onto Yoongi’s lips, making the elder roll his eyes before crashing their lips together once more.
They both move on instinct, Taehyung bending his neck and leaning down to Yoongi’s smaller form. Yoongi sits almost still, and Taehyung would have been worried about him forcing himself on Yoongi if it weren’t for the elder’s hands, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. In a way, it’s Very Yoongi to put on a facade like this; Taehyung can’t help but think about how endearing it is.
When he retreats, because his head is hazy from the lack of air once again and totally not because he wants to, Taehyung can’t help but notice their shared spit glistening on Yoongi’s lips.
Yoongi is just staring right back at him, as if not believing what just happened, and Taehyung could only groan at the sight before leaning down to lick Yoongi’s lips for him. The elder seems to just be flaunting it - with both their saliva glistening on his mouth, so what is Taehyung supposed to do, if not kiss him?
Yoongi just keeps on looking at Taehyung even when he bends down and laps his lips clean; his head unhelpfully supplies that the taste of their spit mixed together also has a note of citrus.
“So...” Taehyung begins, exasperated from the silence, “are you just going to sit there, hyung?”
Yoongi blinks once, then twice, and before Taehyung can even say anything remotely confronting or embarrassing, Yoongi has already bolted, his limbs working at the fastest speed that Taehyung’s ever had the pleasure to witness.
It’s now his turn to sit there wordlessly, mouth gaping open and brain still puzzled as to what just happened.
He did not just have the hottest make-out sesh in his goddamn life, and Yoongi ran from him - out of his own room, no less, in under 30 minutes.
He's not going to let Yoongi get away just like that, Taehyung will kiss Yoongi again, and that’s a promise.