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Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at

http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11104995.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga
Character: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Happy Taegi Day, Angst and Fluff
and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, top!tae, bottom!Yoongi, Getting to
Know Each Other, Mutual Pining, prompt: paper game, tae has
somehow a hyung kink, yoongi is broken and so fluffy i'm done with
him, Domestic Boyfriends
Collections: TAEGI DAY: It All Started In Summer (#HAPPYTAEGIDAY
PROJECT)
Stats: Published: 2017-06-05 Words: 10374

Layers Of You
by Tiayumi

Summary

They said that loving someone was a life changing experience, they didn't make it clear if
you became a better or a worse person though.

Notes

This is my short fic entry for #HappyTaegiDay with the interaction prompt: paper game.

Thank you @taegikooktrash for inviting me to join this event and thanks to @taeginology
to have accepted me within the small circle of the chosen ones XD I really feel honored
;w;

I hope you'll enjoy it! <3

See the end of the work for more notes


When Taehyung first saw Yoongi, he thought that the short male was intimidating.

He's the childhood friend of Namjoon, a really precious friend of his, said Seokjin while he was
eating and sharing his crips with Taehyung who was sitting there, in front of him, across the living
room, watching from afar the childhood friend of Namjoon as if he was hypnotized.

He Taehyung didn't catch what Seokjin was saying because the informations got lost in the
echoes of laughters, in the heat of the spotlights which were hanging above their heads, or in a
particular place, his mind, out of reach.

Taehyung couldn't help but watch him.

A glass of alcohol in one hand, a cigarette in the other one, the short male was speaking with
Namjoon, probably discussing about music, more specifically about rap because the boyfriend of
Seokjin always used a lot of hand gestures when he did so but that was beside the point
Taehyung's eyes were on the mysterious short male; because he got that something, something he
couldn't explain, a feeling he couldn't describe that was making his heart beating way too fast, it
was scary.

It was scary how beautiful he was.

The contrast of sweetness and sharpness, mesmerizing and disturbing. His skin was pale, bright
and looked so soft through the stylish ripped blue jeans that the childhood friend of Namjoon was
wearing, ah, Taehyung wanted to touch his light skin yet his hair and his eyes were dark, so dark
(black), it was making him stand out too much. Taehyung had also noticed his short legs (because
it was too cute) and his slender fingers, almost as long as his, and the student was wondering how
it was possible to be like this.

Seokjin grinned as he waved his right hand in front of Taehyung's face to get his attention, Are
you planning to devour Yoongi with your eyes?

Attractive.

Taehyung didn't know how he should approach him so he whispered, Can you introduce me to
him, hyung?"

Sure.

Seokjin had never seen the student embarrassed like that. How he could say no to his dongsaeng?

He laughed.

When Yoongi met Taehyung for the first time, he thought that the student was stupid.

Yoongi wasn't the type of guy to go out without a reason, a good reason, actually.

He hadn't seen Namjoon and Seokjin for several months so there was no way for him to talk his
way out of it he couldn't refuse their invitation, he had to go. Besides, Seokjin had left messages
in his inbox, in his voicemail and even on Facebook; at first it was like come see your favorite
hyung but then weeks and months had passed and it was more like Namjoon is crying, he thinks
you're dead. or if you don't come, I'm going to your place myself and drag you out of there. so
Yoongi had given in, he had come at the odd couple place's and as soon as he stepped a foot in
the big living room, packed with a crowd of dozens of persons (how come his friends knew so
many people? Yoongi didn't know) Namjoon had run to his sides.

Yoongi, oh my god.

I wanted you to stop crying so here I am, Joon-ah. He hugged him tighter, before he lowered
his voice, Actually, the truth is I don't want to get killed by Seokjin. Your boyfriend is fucking
scary, do you know that?

Well, let's just say that he can be really persuasive when he wants to.

You're being manhandled, I can't believe it, Joon-ah. taunted Yoongi, amused.

They laughed, although he hated social gathering, although he didn't want to come here in the first
place. Yoongi must admit that he felt good talking to his childhood friend. He missed him, he
missed being around people, he missed interactions, life, so it was a good reason to come, right?

Yet he hadn't planned to have his world shaken by a man totally impredictable, noisy, wild and
young. The tall man seemed carefree, excited, ready for anything, because he was jumping
happily towards Yoongi with the boyfriend of Namjoon by his sides, a bright smile lightening up
his face, and he didn't like that he didn't like that at all.

Hi, Yoongi! I heard a lot about you from Seokjin. I'm Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you.

His voice was deep and low, it felt overwhelmed all of the sudden, he didn't expect that. Unsure,
Yoongi bent his head a little to acknowledge him, I don't know if it is a good thing or not but
well, nice to meet you too.

Do you like unicorns?

Taehyung was life, with all the unexpected stuff that could go on in between, highs and lows, and
it was stupid. He shouldn't be smiling because of his question, he should be frowning instead
because it was so stupid but Taehyung was a pretty good reason to act stupidly tonight life was
like that, stupid.

No.

Do you like people who like unicorns, then?

When Taehyung didn't want to see Yoongi again, he couldn't stop meeting him everywhere.

Jimin, his roommate, had said it wouldn't last for long his crush for Min Yoongi. He had said
that he would forget him, that he would move on quickly because it wasn't meant to last; his crush
hadn't showed any signs of being interested in him (he had only got from the older male small
smiles, nagging and intrigued glances during that fateful night) and Yoongi hadn't tried to keep in
touch with him either: he had just disappeared from his sight without turning his back when he
had said goodbye to everyone.

So, Jimin had every rights to say that it wouldn't last and Taehyung wished he could forget him so
easily like his roommate had said but he couldn't. Since he discovered that Yoongi was living in
the same universe as him, not very far away from his campus, the student couldn't help seeing him
everywhere, everyday (as if his dreams weren't enough).

How had Taehyung never noticed Yoongi before?

The childhood friend of Namjoon went often to the park with a notebook and sat on the bench
which was away from prying eyes, between the shadows of the trees and the reflections of the
lake (but that didn't prevent Taehyung from spotting him). If stray cats happened to be around
him, Yoongi would stop writing in his notebook and pet some of them, crouching down to the
ground, his knees against his chest, before he whispered to them sweet nothings.

Yes, he was somehow stalking him, and no, it wasn't intended. Yoongi happened to be not far
away from him, that's all, and Taehyung really wanted to stop nurturing his love for his crush but
it was really impossible because the short male was working in a supermarket three blocks away
from his dorm.

How come was it possible? How come had he never gone to that shop before instead of always
going to the one at the end of the street? Taehyung hoped his roommate had some answers but it
didn't seem like it.

You know, you're making it worse. sighed Jimin, as he read his book while he was listening to
Taehyung's complains.

But he's so beautiful, Chim Chim. I'm sure you wouldn't resist too, and he's living not far away
from me. Well, I don't know where he is living in Seoul precisely but he comes often to the park
nearby and he works at the supermarket and

Jimin gasped, closing his book abruptly,Oh my god, listen to yourself, Tae. Are you stalking
him?

No, I'm not. denied his roommate without an ounce of shame.

When was the last time you saw him?

Hm... Today, I guess.

Did you talk to him?

Yes.

Jimin rolled his eyes.

There was no way to reason with Taehyung once he had fallen in love. He was a lost cause.

When Yoongi gave him his number, he realized that the charms of Taehyung were a bit
spellbounding.

The cashier guessed the more he saw him, the more he was getting used to it, Taehyung's
presence, he could feel it all around him as if it was following Yoongi everywhere he went.

Was it black magic? Maybe.

Since he had met him at the party that Namjoon and Seokjin had thrown at their place, Taehyung
Since he had met him at the party that Namjoon and Seokjin had thrown at their place, Taehyung
would come at his working place. Yoongi didn't know how he had found it but it's okay, it was
making the place less boring, bearable, because Taehyung always smiled even when the cashier
said nothing while he kept on scanning his items mechanically.

It was disconcerting how the student was so happy. Each time Taehyung would pay him a visit,
his pupils would slightly dilate, his cheeks would blush, sometimes his speech rate would even get
faster and Yoongi would understand nothing, except that he was happy to see him (Taehyung told
him everyday) and it was weird Yoongi had no logical explanations, because nothing could
explain why Taehyung was here, in front of his counter, at three in the morning. The student
should be sleeping or studying, well, anything else but be with him right now.

Good morning, Yoongi.

Hi, kid. answered the cashier, a bit taken aback. He had glanced at his hands and had seen that
Taehyung had no items with him.What are you doing here?

It made no sense.

I was bored so I thought that you would be bored too.

You... You're really unbelievable.

Taehyung pouted though, the student didn't seem to like the idea that the older male wouldn't
believe him so he insisted and got closer to him,I'm not. It's the truth. I really wanted to talk to
you.

At three in the morning?

There's no definite time to feel bored. Don't you want to talk with someone when you feel that
way?

I guess.

You don't seem convinced. said Taehyung, amused.

It was logical, what Taehyung was saying was making sense in the end yet at the same time
Yoongi couldn't admit it because it was wrong. Nobody would leave his house at ungodly hours
to simply have a conversation with him out of boredom.

Yoongi laughed softly, chasing away his thoughts, I'm too tired for this.

Since they were alone in the supermarket, the cashier took the liberty to take a break. Lighting up
a cigarette, Yoongi sat at the edge of the sidewalk before he put the stick between his lips and
tilted his head back to look at the sky above. Yoongi liked summer nights; the wind was
refreshing, the heat became comforting, plus the sky was often clear of clouds so he could see the
stars through the darkness, those faint bubbles of gaz which he used to confuse with neon lights
and airplanes when he was little.

You know, started the cashier, exhaling the smoke in the air, I can give you my number so that
you don't need to run here everytime you want to talk to me.

Shifting, Yoongi lowered his cigarette to not bother Taehyung who was sat next him, staring at
him with so much intensity that the cashier thought that the student would burn his body too.

Really? Can I have your number?


Again, nothing could explain how Yoongi came to like his smiles, his voice or his glances;
Taehyung was otherwordly beautiful with his ridiculous height (even sat, Yoongi looked so small
next to him) but there was his tanned skin too and his pretty long hands and his well defined
jawlines and especially his red hair looking so soft.

Yes.

It was simply black magic.

When Taehyung received a picture of him, he wanted to see Yoongi's smile everyday even if it
hurt.

kim taehyung [1.59pm]: what are you doing, hyung?

min yoongi [2.04pm]: i'm petting cats.

kim taehyung [2.05pm]: again? i'm jealous. you've been with them since this morning.

min yoongi [2.05pm]: you're jealous? are you serious?

kim taehyung [2.05pm]: yes, why can't I be?

min yoongi [2.06pm]: they are cats. cats.

kim taehyung [2.06pm]: i'll be less jealous if you don't hug them or call them sweet names.

kim taehyung [2.06pm]: oh, I know!

min yoongi [2.07pm]: what?

kim taehyung [2.07pm]: can you call me kitten, hyung?

kim taehyung [2.07pm]: so that I'll be even with the cats.

min yoongi [2.09pm]:

min yoongi [2.09pm]: no.

min yoongi [2.09pm]: how do you know that btw?

kim taehyung [2.10pm]: you know that the park is not far away from my campus?

min yoongi [2.10pm]: now, i know. i'll do a detour next time to avoid you.

kim taehyung [2.13pm]: hyung, why you so mean aaah

min yoongi [2.13pm]: i'm like a cat, i don't like to be stalked on, i'm independent.

min yoongi [2.13pm]: [picture]

min yoongi [2.13pm]: be jealous.


Taehyung opened the link, which displayed the picture of Yoongi: the black haired male was
hugging a grey cat with bright green eyes while Yoongi (some cat ears drawn above his head, just
to match the animal) was winking at Taehyung through the camera lens yet that wasn't the worst;
the worst was the colorful words written on the selfie to my dear kitten.

kim taehyung has saved a picture.

Yoongi's smile was so precious, Taehyung would never forget it, even if it was used to make him
jealous.

kim taehyung [2.15pm]: damn cats .

When Yoongi had a bad day, he thought about Taehyung.

There were days like this, where everything was going wrong, where he would remember
everything that hurt (was still hurting) him; things like what had lead him to drop out of his
studies, things like why he had run away from Daegu to move in Seoul, alone, things like why he
didn't have a lot of friends, real friends except Namjoon or Hoseok, things, all those painful things
because they had never been completely healed no matter how much Yoongi were treating
them.

He was carrying them with him, hidden, yet they resurfaced sometimes.

It had been several days (maybe weeks? Yoongi didn't know when he was in that state) that he
hadn't talked to Taehyung, and he missed him, he missed him so much it hurt.

The young man was scared because he knew what was going on inside of him; he had noticed
that his behaviour had changed, he had noticed the way he was with Taehyung, too friendly, too
open, too vulnerable, he had noticed how much he was craving for his presence at work (when
before he couldn't care less), he had noticed, he had noticed... that he was in love with Taehyung.

Yoongi cried, it was so stupid.

Taehyung seemed to be interested in him, he seemed to love him (considering how much the
student had begged him to call him kitten) and the red-haired male had done countless of other
things already which proved Yoongi that the student was in love with him too so why was he
crying?

It wasn't like Taehyung had rejected him or said that Yoongi was disgusting because he was
attracted to men?

It was in the past, it wasn't real, so he shouldn't cry.

He tried to get up from his bed but failed, he fell on it again.

There were days like this, where Yoongi wasn't his usual self yet somehow Taehyung was now
part of that uncertain world a world, set somewhere in the past and in the future, in Yoongi's
mind, and they were together. Well, the cashier wished it was the case; the time he had with
Taehyung had felt like a dream, because Taehyung was like magic entertaining, beautiful yet
fleeting.
When Taehyung asked him out, Yoongi wasn't intimidating anymore.

Speechless, the younger male was watching Yoongi, his thoughts were running wild in his head
though.

How he would tell him his feelings? How the older male would react? What he would do if
Yoongi didn't want to? What he would do if the cashier wanted to stay just friends? Should he
have waited longer? Jimin had sait it was too early but Taehyung couldn't control his feelings
anymore, he needed to voice them out, he needed to get closer to Yoongi even more, and he
coudn't do that unless he told him the truth, but what if

So, why did you want to see me so bad? asked Yoongi, breaking without knowing the trail of
thoughts of Taehyung.

He remained silent, mustering all his courage, and kept on looking at his crush, the man he loved,
the man he wanted to be with; they were outside, in front of a coffee shop, and Yoongi was
dressed up nicely (he was just wearing a tight black jeans, a shirt where it was written lunatic
freak and a jacket but Taehyung found him so stylish), the student guessed the older male had
been waiting for a while though because he was smoking, the stick which was embracing his lips
was now short (how he wished he could be a cigarette now, to touch Yoongi's lips).

Are you okay, Taehyung?

No, I'm not okay. whispered the younger male, distressed.

Taehyung remembered the first time he had seen him; he hadn't dared to approach Yoongi without
having Seokjin by his sides, he hadn't dared to look at him straight in his eyes, he had said
incoherent things (making a fool of himself) because he was stressed and now Yoongi was
walking towards him and Taehyung wasn't afraid of him anymore.

He let the older man touch him, putting one of his hands on his shoulder, concerned, What
happened?

I fell in love with you. said Taehyung, watching the eyes of Yoongi widen before he made a
step backwards but the younger male seized him by the waist (he didn't care that there were
people around them), I love you. I want you to be my boyfriend. I want us to date.

The cigarette of Yoongi had fallen on the ground, it was barely burning.

Do I have a choice?

The older male felt trapped in the arms of Taehyung, it wasn't fair. How Yoongi could push him
away when he was so close to him? The black haired male swore he was hearing the heart of
Taehyung beat, so loudly and fast (maybe it was his own actually?)

Yes, I'm not forcing you, hyung.

Imperceptibly, he felt his hands shift from around his waist to behind his back, pulling Yoongi
even more closer to him. He couldn't go anywhere.

That is not what your actions speak...

They spoke 'I won't let you go, I love you so much, please be mine.' Yoongi found it hard to
believe though, he was so insecure, he had cried over the student several days ago when he had a
panick attack but if Yoongi couldn't trust Taehyung's love for him, he could trust his love for the
younger male then, right?

Taehyung bent over, still too far away from his lips, Do you love me, hyung?

He needed him, he needed him in his life.

The older male got up on his tip toes, and Yoongi's lips crashed against Taehyung's; it was just
skin against skin for a split of second, nothing much, but to Taehyung that moment meant the
world.

When Yoongi became his boyfriend, he found out that Taehyung wasn't very patient.

kim taehyung [8.53am]: can we meet today? <3

Yoongi knew that Taehyung was the passionate kind of guy, but not this much.

It was obvious that he would try to touch him more and more intimately every time he had the
opportunity; after all, the red-haired male was carefree, brave, hopeful his opposite. Yet Yoongi
hadn't expect it when Taehyung had hugged him from behind, whispering 'I miss you' when the
cashier was taking his break outside, or when he had tried to kiss him as Yoongi had fallen asleep
on the bench in the park, or even when he had touched his hands, before slowly going lower and
caressing his inner tights, as they were watching an action movie in the theater.

Taehyung wanted him so bad, and it was normal he was in love with him.

min yoongi [1.17pm]: i'm afraid we can't. got tons of work to do.

min yoongi [1.17pm]: don't you have stuff to do yourself? how is studying?

And the older male was in love with him too, he wanted to be embraced by Taehyung because the
student was so kind with him (he had never seen someone admiring him so much, sometimes
Yoongi was even wondering why Taehyung loved him so much) but he didn't want to disappoint
him.

Yoongi didn't want Taehyung to see how fucked up he really was, he wasn't ready for that, even
though he couldn't push him away forever.

kim taehyung [3.21pm]: I see ;_;

When Taehyung wanted to know Yoongi better, he was left with more questions.

Happiness was an understatement. Today the red-haired male was going for the first time in
Yoongi's apartment. After reassuring him that he hadn't had any biology homework to do, his
boyfriend had finally accepted to open the door of his home.

You arrive earlier than usual. Must be the first time this happens. laughed Yoongi as he invited
him to sit on the couch. What do you want to drink?

Coke is fine.

It was stronger than him. He couldn't stay still. Once Yoongi was gone to the kitchen, Taehyung
went through the living room, trying to catch as many interesting hints as he could because even if
Taehyung was his boyfriend, there were still so many things that he didn't know about Yoongi
and it was starting to drive him crazy.

It was as if an invisible barrier was between them.

Yoongi's place was quite transparent though simple to read. There was a video game console
under a huge flat screen (never would have guessed that his serious boyfriend was playing rpg
video games during his free time), a low table clean of any dust in front of the comfortable couch
(where Taehyung was supposed to be sat), the walls were light beige, decorated with some
beautiful landscapes here and there yet what drew the attention of Taehyung were the bookshelf
and the pictures in the small frames on the cupboard.

Yoongi was indeed the childhood friend of Namjoon, there were a lot of rap albums, Kanye West,
Jay-Z, Nas and Taehyung smiled at the thought that they could go to a concert together because
he also liked this type of music but Agust D wasn't a name Taehyung was familiar with and it
was weird, it seemed to be a korean rapper, which was rare.

Taehyung put back the cd at its place before his fingers trailed on the picture frame of Yoongi and,
Taehyung guessed, one of his bestfriend? They were at the beach, Yoongi seemed so happy, his
smile was shining way brighter than now (although they were together.)

What you're doing, Tae?

The student turned around and met the quizzical look of Yoongi who was holding a tray in his
hands with drinks, glasses and some ice cream.

I'm I was curious. Who is it? asked the student, showing the picture he was looking at before
Yoongi came.

Ah... Yoongi said, uneasy, It's Hoseok. My bestfriend.

Really? My antisocial boyfriend has friends? laughed Taehyung. What is he doing now?

Living his dream in Gwangju.

Yoongi put the tray rather abruptly on the table and Taehyung decided he shouldn't ask more
questions (even though he had so many more which were burning his lips like: what did he write
in his notebook every time he went to the park, who was Agust D, what was the dream of his
bestfriend, when did he meet him, when could Taehyung sleep with him or could Yoongi say to
him that he loved him?)

The student sat besides him and picked up the cup of ice cream that his boyfriend had brought.

Say ah, hyung.

Without questionning his actions (because Taehyung had already asked him too much, the older
male wouldn't start asking questions too), Yoongi closed his eyes and did as he was told he
opened his mouth and he felt the cold taste of the sweet cream invading his palate as well as the
hot tongue of Taehyung.
Their kiss was messy; Taehyung was sucking Yoongi's bottom lip, some saliva and cream
dripping while the older male was ruffling his soft red hair in every senses that wasn't what
Taehyung thought they would be doing this evening, kissing and cuddling, but it was okay with
that, even if it wasn't enough for him (because he wanted to make love to him).

Yet Taehyung didn't know how he was supposed to love Yoongi properly.

I love you.

Me too, Tae.

He just knew that he didn't want to force the older male to do something that he didn't want to.

When Yoongi tasted the cooking of Taehyung, he ran by his sides to save him.

Where is Taehyung? asked Yoongi to his roommate, breathless, waiting for the door to open.

When Yoongi learnt that his boyfriend had food poisoning, the older male was perplexed at first,
wondering what things Taehyung could have possibly eaten again (because he had weird cravings
sometimes, mixing easily sugar and salt) but then he had tasted the leftovers the younger male had
left on his table the other day and Yoongi thought he would die.

It was that bad.

Taehyung would take his examens soon and Yoongi didn't want him to fail because of his stupid
cooking. How come had he survived until now?

I'm sorry for asking you this but who are you? I don't open the door to strangers. heard Yoongi
from the other side of the door.

Taehyung's roommate was really a careful kid, not that he would mind but Yoongi didn't want to
expose his relationship with Taehyung like that but again he didn't have a choice (plus Jimin was
someone he could trust because the red-haired male always talked about him so...)

I'm Min Yoongi, the boyfriend of Taehyung.

Oh my god! For real?! You're really dating Taetae?!

Yeah, said Yoongi, rolling his eyes, still waiting for the door to open (rip discretion) but I don't
think that the whole dorm should know this information.

Jimin muttered that he was sorry and finally unlocked the door before the cashier followed the
roommate of his boyfriend who was still excusing himself, embarrassed, because last time he had
checked, Taehyung was still stalking on him and was wondering if he should confess his feelings
or not the shock was big. Well, somehow, he understood him, Yoongi guessed it was hard to
believe that a man like him would date the student...

Chim, why did you scream? You woke me up... Wait. Taehyung blinked and rubbed his eyes.
Why is Yoongi here?

The older male growled, hitting his chest with his finger, I'm checking on you. From now on, I
forbid you to cook anything, how the fuck have you survived until now? Was Jimin cooking for
you all this time?

Jimin contained his laughters and watched Taehyung and Yoongi arguing in the place they were
sharing together; it was so funny and cute. The black haired male seemed cold and bad but next to
Taehyung, it was really a different person, Jimin could see that he cared about his friend.

Taehyung pouted, Yes. I'm sorry... But Jimin is going back home to study for his exams session
and I'll be alone and I can't forever depend on him so...

Depend on me then. I don't mind cooking for you.

Taehyung didn't know if depending more on Yoongi was a good idea...

You'll do that for me, hyung?

Of course, especially if I can prevent your death. smiled his boyfriend, now buttoning the
pyjamas of Taehyung which were half open (he guessed, like Jimin, the shock was too big
because the younger male didn't move) And no, you're not dreaming, I said that I'll take care of
you.

Because he needed him so much already.

When Taehyung was alone in his dorm, he thought that he was sucking at dating, after all.

Jimin was gone, Yoongi was gone (he had a night shift to do) and Taehyung was in his bed,
rolling from side to side, unable to sleep.

Usually, when he couldn't sleep, he would count the sheeps or think about his lessons and it
would make him fall asleep right away but tonight was different tonight he was stressed,
frustrated and he felt like shit because despite the appearances everything was going wrong for
him.

Perfection.

In everything that he did, in everything that he wanted to do, for him or for the others (Yoongi),
Taehyung was trying to be perfect; and he was far from being perfect, he was far from meeting the
expectations, the ideas, the dreams he had in his mind and it was frustrating him so much, because
he felt like shit. However, it wasn't complicated to achieve what he desired, what he dreamt of...

Taehyung just wanted to pass his exams without failing one because he had given his all during
the year, he had sacrified so many things, his social life, some of his passions, to reach there (this
popular university) yet it seemed he couldn't focus although he was at the finishing line but it
would be wrong to blame Yoongi for that, wouldn't it? After all, Yoongi didn't ask him to date
Taehyung, it was him who had done that yet Taehyung just wanted to be loved by him the way
the student had always wanted though.

Was it too selfish to ask?

To feel his skin against his, to feel his legs entertwine with his or to feel what it was like to be
inside of him? Taehyung was slowly starting to become insane without having sexual
intercourses. He moved the blanket, it was too hot. But he loved him so much, it would be stupid
to lose him because he couldn't control his pulsions, right?
Yoongi-ah... whispered Taehyung as his right hand disappeared in his pants. He would wait,
Taehyung moaned again, stroking it faster, he wanted to be the boyfriend that Yoongi needed,
because he was stubborn, I want you, damn, much. even if he was going crazy and that he
couldn't think clearly (Taehyung was thinking that he should have asked to fuck Yoongi instead
of dating him), he was still willing to wait for the older male to love him properly.

When Yoongi was alone in his bed, he realized how self-contradictory he was.

It made no sense.

Yoongi knew that he was his boyfriend so it wasn't weird what he had been doing lately: running
at his place to bring food for Taehyung while Jimin was at Busan, it was perfectly normal, yet he
couldn't help to feel ashamed, not because of the remarks of his boyfriend which claimed that the
older male had become a domestic wife, he could deal with that, it was funny, actually, but
because he couldn't still have sex with him. The cashier was able to do the most embarrassing stuff
for Taehyung but still he couldn't show him his true self it was disgusting, the things Yoongi
liked. Although he had said to Taehyung that he loved him, although he had slept next to him
sometimes, no, he couldn't. The fear of losing him was too big, unbereable, paralyzing.

Yoongi drew upon his cigarette, exhausted.

But he wanted him, so bad; Taehyung was so beautiful (only with his tongue, he was already
weak, because it was that good) and Yoongi felt somehow proud when he had caught several
times the younger male horny, his erection betraying him.

It made no sense.

Why had he accepted to become his boyfriend if he knew he couldn't give Taehyung what he
wanted from him?

Yoongi threw his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table with rage.

Because he loved him.

He laughed at how stupid he was; Yoongi loved him so much he was too afraid of losing him
(because he couldn't live without him now), which made him maintain his barrier, which was
hurting Taehyung and the vicious circle would repeat itself again and again.

Why was he like this?

When Taehyung came back to his boyfriend, he was different, less confident insecure.

Taehyung was walking like a zombie towards Yoongi's apartment. He felt drained. His exams
were over, and for now, he didn't want to know the results, he didn't even want to celebrate the
end of it like he had planned with his boyfriend; the student just wanted to sleep.

Searching in his bag, he took the spare key Yoongi had given him and opened the door only to
find no one. It was okay, Taehyung was sleepy, anyway. He didn't have to play the role of the
perfect boyfriend: had to smile, had to fool around, had to hold back, nothing, there was just his
whole sleepy and dirty self. Besides, it's been weeks that he hadn't seen the cashier more than two
hours because of their schedules which couldn't seem to match so it wasn't that serious, it would
change nothing if Taehyung was alone for several hours or more.

He let himself fall on the bed of his boyfriend, the lingering smell of Yoongi (ashes and citrus)
embracing Taehyung. He missed him, he missed them. Taehyung couldn't seem to remember
when was the last time they laughed or watched a movie together or went out; all he could
remember were sleepless nights, frustration, paperwork and stupid sexual tension.

Taehyung closed his eyes, hiding his face in the pillow; again, he just wanted to sleep so why his
mind (his body) wouldn't stop bothering him?

When Yoongi touched Taehyung, it was when he was unconscious.

min yoongi [5.11pm]: are you home?

min yoongi [6.23pm]: are you okay?

min yoongi [9.31pm]: tae?

The black haired male glanced at his phone, frowning. Still no answer from Taehyung, it was
unusual for him. Today was the last day of his exams and him and Taehyung were supposed to go
out tonight so that they could drink to celebrate it. Maybe he had changed his plans and was with
Jimin? Or maybe he had fallen asleep at his dorm?

Putting back his phone in his pocket, Yoongi took the stairs before he arrived in front of his place.
In any cases, he shouldn't be stressed over that: his boyfriend was a responsible grown-up. As
soon as he stepped in the entrance, the cashier threw his bag in a corner and headed to the
bathroom for a hot shower, soothing and relaxing, chasing away all of his worries, until the
moment he entered carelessly in his bedroom.

Taehyung?

His fears were slowly resurfacing.

He went next to him, crouching, so that he was at the same level of his boyfriend. Taehyung?
yet the younger male didn't budge an inch. The red-haired male was sound asleep; his chest was
heaving regularly, up and down, at the rhythm of his breathing whereas one part of his face was
buried in his pillow (because Taehyung was sleeping on his left side) which didn't prevent Yoongi
from staring at him anyway: his eyelashes, his plump lips, his fingers creasing his sheets.

Taehyung was so beautiful...

But maybe Yoongi didn't deserve him in the end, maybe he should stop all of this before he hurt
the younger male with his incomprehensible and stupid behaviour.

The tip of his fingers were caressing the outline of Taehyung's face, I'm sorry. whispered
Yoongi, I'm so sorry, Taetae. I don't even understand myself anymore.

Fear, hope, despair.


Everything was confusing in the head of the older male. Shutting down his brain, Yoongi didn't
want to think anymore, it hurt too much; he pushed away a strand of Taehyung's hair and leaned
forward to kiss him, on his lips, on his cheeks, on his nose yet his boyfriend remained still he
was sleeping and Yoongi guessed it was a good thing, it was for the best. It was good that
Taehyung wouldn't react to his kiss, it was good that he wouldn't wake up because his boyfriend
would see him cry, and then everything would get worse. How come he would explain to
Taehyung that he wanted to get close to him but at the same, every time Yoongi did so, he was
scared and felt the need to run away?

It didn't make any sense, like it didn't make any sense that Yoongi got around the bed and was
now lying down behind Taehyung, kissing his neck, breathing in his scent, I wished I could have
come back earlier but that's okay, Yoongi spooned the younger male and wrapped themselves in
the blanket. I'll stay with you all night along.

Taehyung's presence, oh god Yoongi had missed it so much it was balance for his world.

When Taehyung's friends asked his boyfriend to come to a social gathering, the younger male
didn't understand why he was so upset.

Impulsiveness. Jealousy. Anger. Lately the student had had a hard time to control himself to the
point he didn't recognize himself anymore. They said that loving someone was a life changing
experience, they didn't make it clear if you became a better or a worse person though.

Have you already asked Yoongi? chanted Jimin happily.

He doesn't answer texts.

His roommate looked at him curiously.

Really? It's weird. He's just replied to me now. added Jimin with a frown. Did you two fight?

Nah, we're good. Taehyung laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly, He's trying to tease me, I
guess.

He had lied to Jimin. Of course Yoongi would answer his texts, his boyfriend had never been this
cute; sometimes, the older male would wait for him at the entrance of the campus, he would even
initiate some skinship when they were alone or would send him pictures before Taehyung would
go to bed all the kind of things that would have melt his heart some weeks ago but now
Taehyung didn't know, he guessed that he was tired of chasing after something, someone who he
knew who wasn't honest with him.

Taehyung wasn't that oblivious.

The way Yoongi smiled when he arrived at his dorm or exchanged greetings with the other
students, Jimin, Jungkook and Taemin (Taehyung thought it was his name, he wasn't sure) it was
fake, his smile wasn't as bright as when he was with Hoseok at the beach, that damn picture on his
cupboard.

It angered him.

What are we doing tonight? asked Yoongi to Jimin, following his roommate as they entered in
the main room.
It seemed like Taehyung had fallen in love with a liar, a stranger.

When a thin layer of paper increased the distance between Yoongi and Taehyung, it tore them
apart.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the atmosphere created by the other students but Yoongi
and Taehyung felt more relaxed, less tense. The red-haired male could finally look at his boyfriend
without wanting to kill him while the black-haired male was less talkative, back more to the self
Taehyung was used to know, it was reassuring having something to hold on.

Look at what Yoongi has picked, laughed Jungkook, hiding his face behind his hands to laugh
even more. It's so funny.

What is it? asked Jimin, his cheeks red because of what he had drunk too much tequila.

Perplexed, Yoongi showed him the card and they both screamed, Paper kiss game, yeah!

There was nothing to be excited or worried about, thought the student, rolling his eyes as he
watched the reaction of his boyfriend who was speechless; it was a stupid game where players
passed as quickly as possible a small paper between themselves yet they had to use only their
mouth in other words, it was a fake kiss, nothing much, so Taehyung was now looking at
Yoongi with expectations before the younger male whispered with a low and raspy voice, Go
ahead, you're the first one to go, hyung. Kiss me.

Despite the chilling atmosphere, Yoongi was not at ease at all. Even if it was (fake) for
entertaining purposes, he didn't want to kiss Taehyung in front of other people, he didn't want to
get close to him when he felt obviously that something was wrong and no amount of alcohol
would make him feel otherwise: something was wrong with Taehyung.

Wetting his lips, Yoongi put the pink little paper on his mouth and he felt the hands of his
boyfriend sliding behind his neck to pull him closer yet as Taehyung leaned on more to capture
the thin paper between his lips, the black-haired male coughed.

The paper fell.

Taehyung's eyes widened.

Slowly.

The student moved back.

On the ground.

Did we just lose? laughed Yoongi, feigning innocence.

Yes, he had lost Taehyung.

When Taehyung said it was over...


It exploded like a bomb, Taehyung's words.

Let's break up.

His blood froze, his heart stopped beating, Are you serious?

Hell yeah, I'm serious.

Yoongi sustained his glare, dark, full of hate, of disgust, (since when had Taehyung become like
that?), Can you elaborate more? Because I don't understand, Tae.

And the younger male lost it all; he laughed until his ribs hurt, he laughed until he couldn't bear
the pain and hit the table with his fist, which made the older male jump on his place, where he was
standing away from Taehyung,Are you fucking kidding me, Yoongi? he continued, madness
still raging through him,Like you don't know what you've done to me? Wait, let me laugh again.

Taehyung, stop doing... yet the younger male cut him off, Do you even love me?

I do. I fucking do.

Well, can you explain to me what kind of lover you are, then? You claim to love me but you
can't kiss me in public or in front of my friends or even with a freaking paper between us, why is
that, I wonder, do you find me that disgusting? Don't get me even started with sex, I have never
masturbated myself so much in all my life since I know you because you won't let me have sex
with you, what do you want me to do? Cheating on you? So that you'll have a reason to cry? If
there was only that though...

Yoongi wanted to reach for him, he wanted to but his body wouldn't move. It was his fault if
Taehyung had become like that, it was his fault...

And it was neverending, Taehyung kept on talking,At first, I didn't see it but you're hiding so
many things from me. You don't want to talk about your past, you don't want to talk about
Hoseok, you don't want to talk about your passions, I don't even know why there is a fucking
piano in your bedroom because I've never heard you play it, really, I'm so fed up with you. I don't
see why I should stay with you when you can't be honest with me because you can't trust me. I've
even thought to ask Namjoon or Seokjin some informations about you but I'm done with doing
stupid things, stalking on you or whatever, I think I learned my lesson. I hope that this explanation
is enough for you, now I shall take my leave.

Silence.

Yoongi had nothing to say, as usual, or he couldn't, it was the same, thought Taehyung, bitter.

Thanks for listening to me, hyung.

Everything would have been so easy for the red-haired male if he hadn't turned back, if he hadn't
seen Yoongi, broken, in the mess the ruins with the fleeting ashes of his apartment after that
Taehyung had thrown that bomb which had destroyed their world.

Taehyung...

No, he shouldn't listen to him.

Tae...

No, he had just said that they were over.


I I love you. Please, don't go.

No, he had said that... But Yoongi was crying, his knees were on the ground, his whole body was
shaking.

Can I see you one last time, at least? It's... Everything is blurry.

The older male was rubbing his eyes but the tears wouldn't stop falling so he hadn't realized that
Taehyung was walking towards him, it was just a shadow for him, a silhouette, it wasn't real,
nothing was real, it was just an nightmare until his boyfriend knelt down and hugged him, tight,
tighter.

Taehyung, Taehyung. couldn't stop sobbing Yoongi; he was here, he was still here. I'm sorry. I
want to tell you everything, everything you want to know, I'll tell you. Just stay. Promise me that
you'll stay.

He would.

Somehow his anger had deflated, it was gone, washed away by Yoongi's cries.

When Yoongi opened up to his boyfriend, Taehyung wondered how many sides of him he would
discover that night.

Avoiding the piercing gaze of the red-haired male, Yoongi was lying on his bed, his back against
the headboard, his legs slightly open; his embarassment was obvious because his cheeks were
flushed although they had done nothing really dirty yet.

Taehyung smirked, Are you a virgin, hyung?

Yoongi growled, grabbing the half open shirt of the student to pull him towards him with the
strenght of his right hand, Of course not, his ego was a bit affected, I'm just, he was looking
for the right words while his lips were brushing past the mouth of Taehyung, shy nervous.

Softly, the red-haired male lifted up the chin of his boyfriend and his tongue entered, parting the
lips of Yoongi as it slide in; this kiss was so different from all the other kisses they had shared until
now, it was deep, with the way Yoongi was opening wide his jaws to take it all, hot, with the way
Taehyung's tongue was tickling purposely the curves of the flesh, intense, with the way their
hands were searching something, somewhere to cling on, Taehyung's back, Yoongi's neck, it felt
true, especially when Taehyung moaned in the middle of it, Why, hyung? Why?

Since the (first) last conversation they had, Yoongi and Taehyung had changed: they were
learning to communicate with each other and sometimes, like right now, it was going out of hand
but at least they were finally free, free to be who they were and embraced themselves completely
with their flaws, mistakes and perfections because some things were perfect too; like the way the
red-haired male knew instinctly where to touch Yoongi to make him melt (maybe because he had
dreamt of it for a long while now) or the way Yoongi could set the skin of Taehyung on fire, as he
nibbled his bottom lip.

The older male broke finally their kiss, gasping for air, Because I'm scared of disappointing you.
I'm such a piece of trash, Tae.
His boyfriend frowned, it hurt to hear those kind of words though, despite the fact that they
weren't addressed to him, more to himself, but still, Yoongi was so much better than that, I don't
agree. Taehyung pushed even more the cashier against the mattress, his tall body being between
Yoongi's pale legs, and he licked the thin skin in the junction of his neck and of his shoulderblade,
before he sucked hard, leaving red marks around the area as he repeated several times, You're
amazing, so amazing. which made gasp at each succion Yoongi, he had such a weak spot for
Taehyung's tongue's magic, it was unfair how sensitive he was.

Plus, how can I be disappoint with you, hyung? Look at how your cute little nipples are perking
up for me.

Now busying himself with his chest, that couldn't stop heaving because of the irregular rhythm of
his breathing, Taehyung pinched with his thumb and his forefinger the pink round nubs on the
chest of Yoongi who was hiding his face, ashamed.

Tae, it's embarassing...

Yet the younger male didn't seem to stop, because his back was arching a bit when he did so, and
it was sexy, but it was also exciting to have Yoongi at his mercy like that (maybe Taehyung was
getting inconsciously his revenge for all the times the cashier had caused severe turmoil in his
heart? Yoongi didn't know but he would soon find out.)

There's no reason to be ashamed, hyung. smiled Taehyung as his eyes were staring at the
member of his boyfriend swollen more and more in his boxer.

Yet it was.

Don't you think it's disgusting that I'm somehow enjoying being, well, Yoongi trailed his hands
near the inner tights and the crotch of the red-haired male to make a diversion, overpowered by
you.

Taehyung let the cashier lower his underwear, I don't think so. Oh, hyung, sighed loudly the
student as he felt his cock hanging outside, being stroked by Yoongi, his beautiful slender fingers
were moving slowly at the base and insanely fast around the head, Did you know that I'm kinky
as fuck? I want to do you so many things because ah, jerked a bit Taehyung as his boyfriend
was now smearing the length with some pre-cum, you were such a bad hyung. I'm still holding a
grudge against you for denying me sex for so long.

Yoongi stopped moving his hand, it felt like a dream; he thought there would never be someone
who could put up with his weird tastes, because he had always been traited like a monster and yet
Taehyung had no problem with it, he accepted him, the way he was. Why had he thought that
Taehyung would reject him if he knew his true self? Why? He felt so stupid. He had almost lost
him forever.

Tears were forming in his eyes again, I'm sorry... yet they hadn't had the time to fall because the
red-haired male kissed his eyelids right away.

I don't want to see you cry.

Taehyung had seen his boyfriend cry for almost two days, and although he was really mad at him
for what he had brought upon them (Taehyung wasn't completely fair eitheir, it was his fault too),
he had forgiven him because he couldn't stay mad at Yoongi.

Since then, Taehyung had realized that the older male was way more fragile than he thought; the
student had had a hard time to accept to believe his own ears when he heard his boyfriend say that
he didn't deserve him because he was worthtless, a piece of shit, because he was simply a cashier
whereas Taehyung had a brighter future, a carrier promised with his studies so that he should
leave him it was that bad, the self-esteem of Yoongi.

While the older male was pulling himself together, Taehyung searched the bedside table for a
condom and some lube. If Yoongi was going to cry, thought the younger male, he should cry
because of the pleasure, not of the past, the sadness or whatever.

Yoongi, are you okay? asked his boyfriend, concerned.

Yeah, yes, I'm fine. His body was already missing the warmth of Taehyung though, his burning
touches, his knee against his dick, the pressure, the tension flooding in every blood vessels of his
being, building up in his stomach, I want to feel you. I want you to bang me like you've always
wanted to

At last, being, no, feeling desired, that was what Taehyung had always wanted to have from him
since the beginning to have all his attention, all of his love.

The younger male tied up his wrists above Yoongi's head with the belt he had discarded on the
floor earlier when they had undressed together in haste, Yoongi didn't say anything, because he
was trusting Taehyung, he wasn't afraid anymore.

You're all mine now.

Yoongi sighed, Yes... He thought that the red-haired male would disappear between his legs to
stretch him just right, preparing his hole, applying some lube all over and inside of his rim as, the
older male supposed, Taehyung would have fun with his fingers but instead Yoongi felt his mouth
sucking on the head of his cock, which was oozing, dripping alongside his length, and his tongue
swirled around it before Taehyung started to give sloppy kisses each time he was heading lower,
lewd sounds of succion could be heard, which made Yoongi lose totally his composure.

The older male felt like he was being eaten up, alive. Ah, Tae, oh my god, the nails of the
student were sinking into his tights because he couldn't help it, Yoongi was moving, was jerking
up, and down, out of control. I'm close.

Smiling, Taehyung stopped his ministrations and looked at him in the eyes: they were clouded by
the pleasure.

What are you doing?

I'm watching how beautiful you are, hyung.

Yoongi wanted to hide his face behind his hands or his pillow but it was impossible; there was
nowhere to run (or to hide), he was tied up, and all of his emotions were showing off with no
filter, they were in his eyes, in his voice, on his face, in every shape of his body the way his
chest was heaving, the way his cock was twitching, aching for more, the way he bite his lips, the
way his toes were curling up, the way he was breathing, saying his name, Taehyung... the tone
of his voice erratic, urgent. His boyfriend was happy, impatient, needy, frustrated, pleased,
hopeful, in love Taehyung could finally see it with his own eyes how much Yoongi was in love
with him, it was so beautiful. I'm close, Tae. I'm so close. and the younger male wanted him to
love him more, he squeezed suddenly the base of his sex, carefully not to reduce his erection with
his action, Fuck, Tae, I hate you. so that he would suck him off again, and again, bobbing his
head, swallowing him down in his throat as far as he could, drowning and killing Yoongi in
pleasure.
The black-haired male screamed, it was too much, It hurts. I want to I want to come, please.
Moving back a little, Taehyung aimed his member towards his stomach, (the muscles were all
contracted, Yoongi was doing is best to hold it back) and he untighted his grip.

White liquid splashed immediately everywhere, on the sheets, on his stomach and even on
Yoongi's face. His boyfriend was ashamed, it was so cute. He wouldn't dare to meet his eyes now
that the tension had dropped a little.

Casually, Taehyung licked the semen stick on Yoongi's cheek before the younger male smirked,
amused, You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of, hyung. You're not disgusting, what we're
doing is normal: it's love.

Why was he so sensitive to the things Taehyung was saying to him? Was it because Yoongi had
always wanted to hear those words before? It was ridiculous, the effect the student had on him
was way more powerful than love, it was life.

I didn't know you were such a smooth talker. Seems like it was long ago when you told me
stupid things like why unicorns are cool or why you have every right to be jealous of a cat.

Taehyung reduced again the gap between them, kissing the older male rather harshly, it was just
tongue, saliva, teeth (and Yoongi's semen), the student didn't want to remember how stupid he had
been with Yoongi several weeks ago, no, Do you still find it classy if I told you that I can't wait
to fuck you hard into the mattress?

Ah, Yoongi was about to say: Yes, oh hell yeah, because he was excited, he really wanted to
surround his arms around his fit silhouette to feel him wreck his ass (his mind) better but the older
male had forgotten the binding restriction (the belt around his wrists) and he whined, I like to be
restrained but for our, it was so cheesy to say, oh my god, our first time I want to be able to feel
you.

Taehyung blinked.

His boyfriend was really the cutest thing ever.

He untied him and Yoongi clawed his way back into his arms, latching on his neck, nibbling it
like a cat would. I love your scent so much, you have no idea. whispered the black-haired male,
satisfied, and I love your hair too, it's so damn soft and pretty. added Yoongi as he tousled it in
every senses, it was so good to be free.

With a swift movement, Taehyung grabbed the condom which was at the end of the bed behind
him and showed it to his boyfriend with a grin, Can you put it on me? Almost instantly (maybe
because Yoongi couldn't wait too) he tore apart the wrapping and went on all fours in front of
Taehyung who was watching him, biting his lips, as he bent down on his dick to slide the based-
water condom on it, carefully setting it up straight with his firm strokes. If he could (if he had more
time, actually) Taehyung would have asked him a blowjob but the younger male wouldn't last
forever. Just feeling Yoongi's hands around his member through the thin protection was already
taking him a lot of efforts to prevent his hormones from going wild.

Can you stay like this, hyung?

What do you mean? asked his boyfriend curiously.

In front of me, your face in the matress, your ass in the air.

Yoongi gasped, Taehyung got really no shame when it came to sex. Sure. The older male felt
his ass cheeks parted and the forefinger of Taehyung, coated with lube, entered slowly in him
(because yes, the younger male was still somehow controlling himself, he wouldn't carelessly
finger his boyfriend). His finger was so long though, god, it hurt until Taehyung added a second
one, then a third one and turned them around, bending slightly the digits inside of his walls, before
he started to do scissor like motions with them, Does it feel good?

His hands creasing the sheets, Yoongi was crying because it was that good, or maybe it was
because he had had one orgasm already so he couldn't think (feel) properly anymore, it was just
painful pleasure.

Yes, yes, but He wanted more. I wanna feel you. He wanted to feel Taehyung more so
Yoongi laid himself again on the bed and his boyfriend followed his lead, lifting his legs so high
that the older male's knees were almost next to Taehyung's shoulders. Yoongi was pliant, so
flexible but still he couldn't help being worried for him; the student didn't want to hurt him, he had
already done a great damage when he had almost broke up with him so there was no way he
wanted to do that ever, again.

Are you okay?

Yoongi passed his arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to him, hitting his forehead against
his in the process before he tried to reach his lips, damn height difference (why was Yoongi so
small?), I love you, so just do it, Tae.

Yoongi was everything that Taehyung had imagined, and more; being inside of him felt so good,
perfect, the younger male felt like he entered in an another dimension every time he pounded in
him, because it was so heavenly good, was it normal? Was it normal, really? He couldn't get
enough of that feeling and it seemed like it was the same for his boyfriend because he was kissing
him, Yoongi didn't want Taehyung to let him go as he moved back and forth, burying himself
deeper and deeper. Ah, I love you. managed to say his boyfriend, moaning, holding with his
hands the face of Taehyung who had his eyes closed, lost in his world, Don't stop, don't fucking
Yoongi bite his lips, stop, ah, ah, yes, Tae.

The black-haired male tossed his head against the pillow, unable to keep the pace with Taehyung
who was grabbing him by his hips, it was impossible to kiss him anymore, he was crying, the tears
were blurring his vision again but it wasn't the same feeling as the last time when he thought that
his boyfriend had left him; Yoongi could hear Taehyung's voice calling him, saying how good he
was, saying how much he loved him, Yoongi-ah, I'm fucking close, yet they didn't want this to
end, they still wanted to stay connected, together.

Taehyung slowed down a bit whereas the older male thrusted upwards to meet his hips, and
Yoongi swore he saw stars all of the sudden, bright dots, within a white fog, There, faster, he
begged and Taehyung couldn't resist to his boyfriend; when the older male was begging him like
that, he couldn't, so he rammed into Yoongi out of control, frenetically, until Taehyung let out a
loud moan, all the tension bottled up in his body releasing, and the student slowed down the pace,
breathless, while Yoongi was getting quieter and quieter, his body still shaking all over though.

They stayed silent, still, too tired to talk or to move, listening to the sound of their racing hearts
and their heavy breathing until one of them managed to ask, So, how was our first time, hyung?

He had come, he had made love to Yoongi; Taehyung wanted to scream of joy.

It was... intense, I think.

You think? You're not sure. pouted the student, somehow confused.

Yoongi sighed, nothing made sense. He needed to sleep first.


Can you believe that if the paper game never happens, we will still be acting like super idiots,
unable to share our feelings? Fortunately, that shit triggered me so much, it's crazy.

Tae, you're talking too much. I wanna sleep so shut up. growled the older male, grumpy.

Okay, okay.

Well, Taehyung thought that Yoongi was still the cutest boyfriend ever even when he wanted to
sleep.

End Notes

*sobs

It was supposed to be a short fic but it has turned into a 10k monster haha

It's the longest thing I've ever written so I hope it was worth it ;o; I tried to stay as coherent
and as consistent as I could so I hope the reading was pleasant and not too wtf haha

Special thanks to my soulmate too ;o; Without your cheering, I don't think I would have
been able to finish it on time XD

(also, sorry, i haven't proof read the thing for now XD)

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