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Yoongi was skeptical about long term commitment between people. He has seen his fair share of couples that used to make promises of forever that went downhill horrendously. He’s had to help many classmates move out after their partner threw out all of their stuff, and the awful aftermath of said relationships.
That said, he’s ready to make the difference and show that moving in with someone isn’t the end of the world.
“Is that it, hyung?”
He nods and Taehyung lets himself fall on the bed. He looks beautiful, Yoongi thinks, his hair forming beautiful curls, his delicate but strong arms stretching above his head. Yoongi is only human. He kneels on the bed and lays half on top of Taehyung. Yoongi supports himself on his forearms, and there’s this special feeling shared when they look at each other.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
Taehyung smiles and closes the distance between them. Their first kiss on the now labeled their room feels as good as the rest. Taehyung kisses Yoongi sweetly, opting for smaller kisses scattered on Yoongi’s face. He humors him until the kisses turn ticklish and he has to stop Taehyung with a firmer kiss with no plans to get away. He caresses Taehyung’s waist and smiles when his boyfriend holds onto his shoulders to keep him close. He loves kissing Taehyung.
He’s about to suggest they lock the door when he hears the stomp of running feet and then feels the weight of an extra body throwing itself on top of Taehyung and him.
“Welcome, Yoongi-hyung!”
Yoongi rolls on the bed, away from Taehyung and Jimin, leaving them to their usual. They waste no time getting more comfortable; Taehyung turns his body to lay on his side, facing Yoongi, and Jimin scoots down the bed and simply lies down, using Taehyung’s legs as a pillow. Yoongi feels something twist on his gut, although he can’t recognize what it is.
“Thank you, Jimin-ah. We just finished, you arrived right on time.” He makes to get up and they follow suit. Soon the three of them are sitting on the bed, talking while they decide what takeout place to call in order to celebrate Yoongi’s moving in. It is during these moments that Yoongi keeps noticing precisely how close Taehyung and Jimin really are.
They sit next to each other, most likely a habit of the years they’ve known each other. Jimin often makes big hand gestures or laughs so hard he has to lean on Taehyung to avoid falling all over the place.
Their hands too, like the rest of their bodies, seem used to spending a lot of time together. Yoongi sees hands being held, hands resting on legs, hands playing with hands, hands ruffling hair, tickling, caressing, all sort of movement that Yoongi would usually set apart for a partner only.
And it is that line of thought what concerns him. Before Taehyung, Yoongi was a pretty reserved person, not too close with anyone, and keeping all friends at arms’ length. Meeting and dating Taehyung opened Yoongi to a freedom he hadn't felt before. A freedom that Taehyung openly displayed not just with him, but with Jimin as well.
Something drives him to interrupt the conversation and blurt out, “How long have you known each other?”
Taehyung and Jimin are startled but still laugh in unison. It is Taehyung who answers. “Years, hyung. Jimin’s been around for as long as I can remember, just arrived one day and decided to stay,” he adds a heavy sigh for dramatics that makes Yoongi laugh.
“You’d be lost without me,” Jimin challenges back, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout, catching Yoongi’s attention.
“Don’t let the pout get to you, hyung, he’s lying.” The pout is gone when Taehyung reaches out to gently squeeze Jimin’s cheeks with one hand. Jimin doesn’t flinch or get back at him for it, so Yoongi guesses they must be used to it. “Anyway, we met ten years ago, we've been best friends since then.”
Yoongi smiles at that. “That’s a long time to have a best friend, I like that.” He decides the questions he might have about their friendship can wait until the three of them have eaten something and so they continue with their original conversation.
The rest of the evening passes in a blur, the food is delicious, and the conversations with both his boyfriend and Jimin are nice and entertaining. This is just another dinner night, except that Yoongi won’t be leaving the apartment at the end of it.
Doing his night routine in a new place feels strange, everything is placed differently, and there’s three people’s worth of objects instead of one. Taehyung gets ready along with him, smiling at him through the mirror reflection as they wash up before going to bed.
On their way to the bedroom they run into Jimin one last time. In a gesture that leaves Yoongi equally fond and confused, Jimin and Taehyung embrace each other, so careful and meaningful that Yoongi wonders if he also looks like that when he’s hugging Taehyung.
“Goodnight, Jiminie,” he hears Taehyung mumble.
“Goodnight, Taehyungie, I’m so happy for you,” comes the reply. Yoongi’s face goes red and he can’t make himself look at Jimin once the hug ends. “Goodnight, Yoongi-hyung.”
“Goodnight, Jimin.” With that, Taehyung finally leads Yoongi back to their bedroom.
Yoongi cuddles up to Taehyung right away and smiles at the familiarity of it. “Day one,” he whispers in the dark.
Taehyung finds his hand and intertwines their fingers. “No regrets yet?”
“None,” he answers resolutely. Their lips meet one, two, three times before exhaustion settles in. “Let’s continue tomorrow, Taehyung-ah. I love you.”
His boyfriend hums comfortably and squeezes his hand. “Tomorrow. I love you too.”