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[hungline]

splash of sunshine

pairings: taegi, side jihope and jinkook  genre: fluff, day at the beach au, rated pg13  warnings: implied sexual content   a/n: please check the replies for the links to the other parts of the series!  words: 1708 

summary: Yoongi hates the beach, but he loves Taehyung and their friends and that makes the beach infinitely times better.  

⇢ part five of love blossoms in winter 

Yoongi isn’t sure why Taehyung made them go to the beach today, but whatever reason it may have been, Yoongi hates it with all his might. Living in Busan meant that the ocean was always a backdrop view to pretty much anything and Yoongi had always hated the beach.

He blames Hoseok for making him move here. But at least he got something out of it.

Taehyung.

“Hyung, come on. Don’t be such a sour sport,” Taehyung says right into Yoongi’s ear, his hands holding on tight to Yoongi’s waist.

Yoongi debates grabbing sand and flinging it at Taehyung’s face, but he’s too tired to run right now and honestly, driving his fiance to the ER doesn’t sound fun at all. It’s one of their rare days off from work and Yoongi just wants to go home and lie in bed with Taehyung and maybe get in a blowjob or two, but mostly he just wants to sleep.

Being at the beach is so not what he wants.

“Fuck off,” Yoongi replies, hands curled into fists as he resists the urge to give in and just throw the sand anyway.

“Nah,” Taehyung laughs. “Rather fuck you.”

Yoongi shakes his head in mock disappointment. “You’re disgusting.”

“And yet, that seems to be why you love me.”

“Shut up…”

Taehyung laughs again and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “Let me put sunscreen on you and then we can go into the water. After that, we’ll eat and have some ice cream before I re-apply your sunscreen and we'll lounge about for a little while then go back into the water. After I re-apply your sunscreen once again, we’ll pack up and go home where I’ll fuck you into the mattress and make your favorite for dinner. How does that sound for today?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and falls back into Taehyung’s arms, letting the younger turn him on his stomach so he can rub the sunscreen onto Yoongi’s back. “Why am I the only one who’s getting so much sunscreen put on them?”

“Because you’re as pale as the moon and I have to keep my little moon from being burned. Anyway, I need sunscreen too! You wouldn’t want the sun to burn me now, would you?” Taehyung teases, hands digging into the curve of Yoongi’s hips.

Yoongi pouts as Taehyung flips him over, holding himself above the elder with a beautiful grin spread wide across his lips. “Okay. But you realize it’s still technically winter, right?”

Taehyung nods. “I do. But it’s almost spring time and it’s warm enough for us to go into the water today. Anyway, we’re not alone. Jiminnie said he and Hobi would come soon. Jeongguk promised too.”

“Joonie is coming?” Yoongi asks, immediately sitting up and frowning when Taehyung giggles at him. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just...cute how you get whenever Joonie is around, hyung,” Taehyung says, ducking down to kiss the frown off Yoongi’s lips before he applies sunscreen to Yoongi’s front. “You’re cute. Very cute.”

Yoongi knows his face flushing but he pretends to not notice as he grabs Taehyung’s face and kisses him again, a nervous, tingly feeling settling into his gut when they break apart and Yoongi breathes into Taehyung’s neck. “You’re cute too. Very cute.”

Taehyung laughs and pulls away, plopping himself down atop the blanket Yoongi brought. “My turn!”

The bottle of sunscreen makes a farting noise as Yoongi squirts some of it into his palms and he slaps at Taehyung’s back when his fiance laughs at it like a juvenile. Taehyung merely leers at him in response, turning over onto his back when Yoongi tells him to and tensing up as Yoongi’s hands trail down his sides and over his hips. Instead of starting a tickle fight like Taehyung expects him to, Yoongi clicks his tongue at him and sits back, closing the cap on the bottle of sunscreen, waiting for Taehyung to sit up again.

“I think Jimin is here,” Yoongi murmurs once Taehyung has settled himself into a more natural position.

“What makes you think that, hyung?” Taehyung asks, looking up from the waves to pin Yoongi with his stare.

Yoongi points past his shoulder, a frown marring his face. “Because only he would wear such a ridiculous hat for a day at the beach.”

Taehyung turns, eyes lighting up with delight when he sees Jimin running towards them, a very laden-down Hoseok right behind him. “God, that hat is ridiculous.”

“Tell him to take it off,” Yoongi mutters.

“What makes you think he’ll listen to me?” Taehyung chuckles out, his wide, rectangular grin never leaving his face.

Yoongi scowls now, arms crossed over his chest. “Because he’s your platonic soulmate. That’s gotta count for something.”

“You must know by now, that isn’t how it works. Jimin never listens to me,” Taehyung says and then, “Jiminnie! Your hat is awful!”

Hoseok drops all of their things on the sand, breathing heavily and sighing aloud when Jimin pouts at Taehyung’s greeting. Jimin pats his hat and sniffs, sticking his nose out into the air.

“No one appreciates fashion anymore,” Jimin says, nose still held high as Hoseok begins to unpack their things.

Yoongi sits up and decides to help Hoseok, leaving the two younger men to bicker over Jimin’s hat. Hoseok gives him a grateful smile and when they’re done, he throws himself into Yoongi’s chest, arms wrapped tight around him like an octopus. Yoongi pats his head and tries to catch Jimin’s eye, but Jimin is still busy arguing with Taehyung and that’s how Jeongguk and Seokjin find them a little while later.

Namjoon, Seokjin and Jeongguk’s little boy, throws himself atop Hoseok, wiggling around until he’s able to get in between him and Yoongi and nestles himself comfortably. Hoseok giggles while he does it, Namjoon’s arms grazing over his sides. Jeongguk sets up all their things in a flash, even helping Seokjin put sunscreen on with a smile on his face afterward.

“Glad you could make it!” Taehyung yells as soon as Seokjin has finished putting sunscreen on Jeongguk, tackling the younger to the ground. “Gukkie! I really thought you guys wouldn’t come.”

“Joonie wanted to come,” Seokjin replies, gently pushing Jimin’s hat off his head. “Jimin, your hat is hideous.”

“No one appreciates fashion anymore!” Jimin yells again, glaring daggers at Yoongi when he notices where Hoseok has hidden. “Hobi-hyung! Cuddles!”

Hoseok goes willingly, arms held wide open for Jimin as they sink to the ground, sprawling out across their towel and Yoongi sighs, grateful to have Namjoon all to himself. Namjoon curls into him, pouting when Seokjin calls out for him to put sunscreen on.

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers, holding a hand out for the bottle that Seokjin promptly hands him.

“Make sure to get a lot on his face and shoulders. That’s where he burns the easiest,” Seokjin whispers conspiratorily, fingers flicking out to tickle Namjoon’s sides and wring a giggle out of his son.

Yoongi nods, opening the cap without much flourish and squirts some on his palm, rubbing it together before he kneads it into Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon lets him do it, willingly moving this way and that way so Yoongi can properly coat him with the sunscreen. When he’s done, Namjoon giggles and clings to Yoongi’s chest again, nuzzling his face into Yoongi’s collarbone.

“Joonie, you don’t want to come into the water with me?” Jeongguk asks, suddenly towering above them both, blocking out the sun.

Yoongi scowls at him, holding Namjoon even tighter to his chest. “No. Joonie’s staying with me.”

“But Joonie said he wanted to catch crabs,” Jeongguk argues, hands held out for the squirming Namjoon.

“Crabs! Crabs! Uncle Yoonie, I want to catch baby crabs with Appa!” Namjoon shouts, little body wiggling in Yoongi’s hold.

Yoongi lets him go, an affronted look on his face as Namjoon launches himself into his father’s arms and squeals happily when Jeongguk catches him with ease, hoisting him up high as they walk towards the water.

“Be careful!” Seokjin yells at them, sighing when Jeongguk stumbles and stands up to rush after the two. “Jeongguk-ah, you’re going to drop our son!”

As the two bicker, Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and smiles when Taehyung’s arms snake around his waist, pulling him flush against his fiance’s warm chest. “And we’re back to square one.”

“Oh, the betrayal!” Yoongi says dramatically, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I was left behind for crabs!”

Taehyung bursts into laughter, dipping his head forward into the curve of Yoongi’s throat and shoulder. “It’s fine, hyung. When he’s older, Joonie will avoid catching crabs with all his might.”

“Taehyung, don’t say that!” Yoongi nearly yells, turning in the younger’s arms to level him with an unamused glare. “He’s just a kid. Let him be a kid for a little while longer.”

“Fine, fine. I was just saying,” Taehyung holds his hands up, palms facing Yoongi as he continues to laugh.

Yoongi smiles and leans into Taehyung’s arms again, resting his back on the younger’s chest. “Thank you for putting this all together. I hate sand and sunlight and beaches, but this makes it tolerable at least.”

Taehyung is still laughing when he wraps his arms around Yoongi once more, a smile in his voice as he responds, “I know you hate all this, but I also know that you love all of us. Especially me.”

“Especially you,” Yoongi responds, looking out towards the sea, laughing when Seokjin screams as Jeongguk throws him into the waves, Jimin and Hoseok running in after him to escape Jeongguk’s wrath.

Namjoon is little ways from the water, a bucket beside him as he presses his hand into the wet sand, a delighted look on his face. Taehyung shifts behind Yoongi, bringing his attention back to him.

“Hyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you want kids in the future? A little boy like Joonie, maybe?” Taehyung asks, his voice low and quiet.

Yoongi smiles, looking over his shoulder to meet Taehyung’s gaze. “Yeah. After we get married.”

“After we get married,” Taehyung repeats, a breathtaking smile on his face that makes Yoongi feel like he’s falling in love all over again. “Yeah.”

[hungline]

bring on the shackles, i’m your prisoner

pairing: taegi  genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship au, rated e  warnings: explicit sexual content, light bdsm, fingering, handcuffs, anal sex, butt plug, failed attempt at role playing  a/n: written to fulfill my uniforms square for @thereallyhappeningtaegibingo!  words: 3840 

summary: Taehyung thought role playing would be fun, until he sees the look on Yoongi’s face. 

Yoongi, in return, shows Taehyung what happens when Yoongi says no and is disobeyed anyway.

⇢ part three of love blossoms in winter  

“Take it off.”

Taehyung wants to laugh at the offended look on Yoongi’s face, but he only finds himself gulping audibly at the look in the elder’s eyes.

“I spent good money on this, hyung. You could at least humor me!” Taehyung says in response, his fingers fumbling with the pants loop of the police officer uniform he is sporting.

Yoongi wrinkles his nose in distaste. “Taehyung, take it off.”

The younger lets a nervous giggle spill past his lips and takes a step back when Yoongi unexpectedly takes a step forward. There’s still that sensual gleam in his eyes when he looks at Taehyung and Taehyung generally isn’t one for being nervous, but standing there in front of Yoongi who has an almost primal look in his eyes makes Taehyung feel something that’s way beyond nervous. Yoongi keeps his gaze though and Taehyung feels the beginning of a soft haze slowly wrapping itself around him.

“Tae, baby, I’m not going to ask again.” Yoongi’s voice is soft and melodic, soothing to Taehyung’s ears and Taehyung knows that the elder is trying to present himself as trusting and in control, but he still feels a blush rise up to his cheeks whenever Yoongi calls him baby.

It’s new, but it’s also natural. Taehyung and Yoongi haven’t been together long, officially anyways, but they’ve been involved with each other for over a year now. Taehyung still can’t really believe that Yoongi is his and he Yoongi’s. However, when Yoongi reaches out for Taehyung in the middle of a crowd, while they’re out and about, his cold hands easily finding Taehyung’s warmer ones and holding on tight because he’s anxious and Taehyung always helps him calm down, Taehyung knows it's real.

Yoongi is a really reserved person and Taehyung is still learning new things about his boyfriend, but Taehyung thinks it’s a good thing. It means their relationship will never become boring, but dating Taehyung in itself is bound to be eventful anyways. It’s just that Taehyung has a really short attention span when it comes to other human beings. He doesn’t mean to be rude, but he often finds himself mentally drifting away from conversations when people talk to him. It’s never been like that when he talks to Yoongi though. Yoongi’s presence has always demanded Taehyung’s attention and Taehyung has always been more than willing to give it to him.

He would give anything to Yoongi if Yoongi only asked.

Taehyung sometimes thinks that the feeling to provide is a bit one-sided, but then Yoongi will do little things that surprise him. Things like always saving the last package of Taehyung’s favorite ramen and buying a new box without even having to ask the younger. Things like gently pushing Taehyung to the side when he’s spent over ten minutes in front of a claw machine complaining about it being rigged and Yoongi merely sighs and gets the stuffie that Taehyung wanted in his first try. Things like inviting Taehyung out to lunch on those days when Taehyung kind of feels like he’s going to die at the lab if he has to look another dead sea creature in the face and waiting at their table at their favorite diner, Taehyung’s favorite dish (a ham and cheese sandwich, hold the mayo with extra mustard which Yoongi always complains is gross) already ordered and Taehyung’s favorite drink waiting for him. And Taehyung is assured in the fact that he isn’t the only one trying.

Yoongi is still looking at him though and Taehyung finally comes to the realization that trying to spice up their sex life by doing role play was probably a really bad idea. Yoongi is humored, obviously, Taehyung can tell from the twitch of his lips, but Yoongi is also pretty pissed off as well. Their sex life doesn’t need any spicing up, honestly, it’s already spicy enough with extra hot sauce on top. Taehyung swallows and bites down on his lip before he catches Yoongi staring and releases his bottom lip then takes a deep breath to settle the butterflies in his stomach.

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” Taehyung manages to whisper, his own voice hoarse and deeper than he means to make it.

The soft groan Yoongi makes is completely worth it though.

And then Yoongi is pressed right up against Taehyung, the top of his black hair barely reaching Taehyung’s shoulders, but still managing to tickle his chin, his hands already unbuttoning Taehyung’s ridiculous uniform and his lips trailing across the younger’s throat. Taehyung feels a shiver run up his spine and his hands, out of habit, grasp Yoongi’s waist and pull the elder close until their chests are bumping against one another. Yoongi tsks and withdraws a little from the embrace to finish undoing Taehyung’s buttons, quickly pushing the material off his shoulders so it can fall and bunch up at his waist where the lower half of the uniform remains. Taehyung feels another shudder run up his spine when Yoongi grinds his hips just a tiny bit into Taehyung’s crotch before he undoes Taehyung’s fly and makes quick work of the belt cinched around the younger’s waist.

“A uniform of all things,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration as he starts tugging the uniform down Taehyung’s legs. “Why the fuck would I want to bang a police officer? The fucking nerve of this punk.”

Taehyung giggles, his hands gripping on tighter to Yoongi’s waist. “Hyung, I can hear you, you know?”

Yoongi’s scowl deepens and he taps Taehyung’s thigh to wordlessly tell the younger to step out of the uniform that’s now at his ankles. Taehyung isn’t shy about being naked in front of Yoongi, they’ve been like this countless times before and being naked has never fazed Taehyung. But he thinks the pink flush on Yoongi’s face whenever he catches his eye during sex is one of the most adorable things he’s ever seen. Yoongi always tells him to shut up whenever he mentions it, so Taehyung keeps it mostly locked away in that part of his brain that’s dedicated to cute memories of Yoongi that he’s collected over the past year. He’ll still bring it up on occasion when Yoongi is being soft and Taehyung feels like goop in his pale, capable hands.

“Oh, you hear that, but when I specifically tell you that if you try doing something to make sex ‘more exciting’ between us I’ll flail you alive, you don’t hear that, am I right?” Yoongi grumbles, his expression pinched and Taehyung gulps when he realizes that the elder’s anger has won over the humor.

“Aw, c’mon, hyung,” Taehyung tries, sweat beginning to form on his brow when Yoongi pulls him towards their bed. “I thought it would be fun. I even got handcuffs!”

Yoongi sniffs and pushes Taehyung onto the bed, fighting to keep his laugh back when he watches the younger’s flaccid cock bounce uselessly on his thighs and stomach. “Good. I’ll need those to keep you restrained.”

Taehyung gulps and says nothing as he watches Yoongi strip easily out of his hoodie and sweats then walks back towards the black bundle on the floor where they stood before. He bends over and Taehyung knows he’s teasing when Yoongi shakes his hips a tiny bit so that his ass sways from side to side as he rummages around for the handcuffs that Taehyung mentioned. Taehyung can already feel his cock start to harden, but he knows better than to touch himself right then. Yoongi finds the handcuffs easily and is beside the bed once again, staring the younger down as he pushes Taehyung back onto the pillows.

“I told you not to bring anything new into sex and that’s exactly what you did,” Yoongi whispers threateningly into Taehyung’s ear and he shivers when he feels the cold handcuff enclose his left wrist. “So, we’re going to use these handcuffs, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t sit down without remembering that I was there, and you absolutely can not touch me while I do. Got it?”

Yoongi hesitates then. He’s pissed, he really is, but he also doesn’t want Taehyung to think that he has to do any of this because he one hundred percent does not have to do anything Yoongi tells him to do. Taehyung is his own person and Yoongi is neither his adviser, his parent, nor his dominant. Yoongi is Taehyung’s boyfriend and he never wants Taehyung to do something he absolutely doesn’t want to do. So he sighs and makes his gaze softer when he speaks again.

“You can say no too. I won’t be mad, but remember, you can always say no,” Yoongi relents.

But Taehyung is already nodding his head, his beautiful, brown hair bouncing with the movement. “I want to, hyung.”

Yoongi leans down and kisses Taehyung before he pulls his cuffed hand through the bars on their headboard, grinning a tiny bit when Taehyung automatically pulls his other hand through the bars right after. Yoongi reaches through and cuffs Taehyung’s other wrist, pulling on the chain to see if it’ll hold. It does and Yoongi sits back on his calves to smirk proudly at the image that is Taehyung with red lips, mussed hair, restrained hands above his head, and legs spread out enough that Yoongi can see a hint of blue peek out from in between Taehyung’s asscheeks. Yoongi shakes his head and smirks, pulling on Taehyung’s legs until his arms are far over his head and the tips of his feet reach the end of the mattress.

“Did you already prep, Tae?” Yoongi asks because that is definitely Taehyung’s favorite dark blue plug buried past his rim at that moment.

Taehyung, bless him, blushes and nods. “I thought you might be mad about the uniform so I got prepared...just in case.”

Yoongi smiles and reaches over Taehyung to the bedside drawer where they keep the lube and condoms. “You’re really something, you know?”

Yoongi sets the condom and bottle of lube on the bed beside Taehyung’s thigh and settles himself in between Taehyung legs. He leans down and kisses Taehyung firmly, his lips hot and persistent against the younger’s. Taehyung wants to bury his hands into Yoongi’s hair, but the handcuffs bite into his skin a tiny bit whenever he pulls on them. He doesn’t really register the pain though since it’s a good pain and it reminds him why Yoongi is doing this.

It’s a punishment.

No matter how easy-going Yoongi is with him most of the time, Taehyung knows that there are certain things Yoongi won’t let go and this is one of them. It’s exactly why he prepped himself earlier before donning the dumb uniform. But Taehyung likes this and if he didn’t he would tell Yoongi and Yoongi would let him out of the handcuffs and cuddle and kiss and ride him slowly. That isn’t what Taehyung wants though. He wants Yoongi to fuck him until he’s sore. He wants to feel the sting of the handcuffs on his wrists every time he pulls on the chain. He wants Yoongi to be in between his legs, licking at the plug and slowly maneuvering it out until his lube-slicked fingers replace it.

Taehyung doesn’t need to be prepped, he already did it himself, but Yoongi has three fingers in him because he wants to relish having Taehyung at his mercy. Taehyung feels a shiver wrack his body and Yoongi uses his other hand to hold the younger man down with a cool palm pressed to his abdomen.

Taehyung doesn’t need reminding, but Yoongi is an oral god. His mouth works wonders. It’s no wonder that he chose to become a rapper. Yoongi can spit rhymes faster than Taehyung can understand sometimes and other times he can make Taehyung come just from eating him out like it’s Yoongi’s goddamn job to make a meal out of him. Currently, Yoongi is doing just that.

His tongue traces Taehyung’s outer rim while his knobbly fingers continue to pursue the younger’s prostate. The soft, calloused pads of Yoongi’s fingertips brush against it momentarily and Taehyung keens, his hips canting forward into Yoongi’s face before he’s pushed flat on his back once more. Yoongi levels him a glare and allows his fingers to slip out of Taehyung, crooking on his rim as he does. Taehyung whines and pulls on the handcuffs, but moans brokenly when Yoongi’s skilled tongue pushes past his rim and starts to circle around his walls. Taehyung clenches down and Yoongi’s slicked hand slaps his thigh lightly, telling Taehyung to relax.

Taehyung tries his best, but it’s hard to do just that when Yoongi lathes across his prostate and he feels like he’s going to die.

His blood is singing in his veins and Yoongi’s touch feels cool, but it does nothing to settle the fire that’s roaring throughout Taehyung. Taehyung thinks he could come just like this, moaning out Yoongi’s name like a prayer, writhing underneath his tongue with his hands restrained over his head. He’s surprised when he does.

“I’m gon--” He’s cut off when his orgasm hits him like a moving truck slamming on the brakes.

Yoongi sputters and smacks Taehyung’s thigh as he pulls away so he can glare and sulk at the younger.

Taehyung jumps a little when Yoongi strikes his thigh, but his orgasm is still rocketing through him and all he can do is clamp down on his bottom lip and sway his hips as his come covers the soft flesh of his belly that Yoongi likes to bite on sometimes.

“You’re really greedy, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks, his voice breathy and hoarse and Taehyung whines in response. “You came already and I haven’t put my dick in you yet.”

Taehyung hums, his body going slack as his orgasm finally comes to pass and he’s left with his eyes closed shut and a thin layer of sweat shimmering on his skin. Yoongi sighs and Taehyung jolts when the elder’s tongue swirls through the mess on Taehyung’s abdomen. His skin still feels on fire and it's overly sensitive, so even Yoongi’s cool breaths on him feel tingly. Yoongi’s tongue on his skin is a whole nother matter.

He can feel his cock struggle to get hard again, but Taehyung is no magician, he’s going to need a lot of stimulation to get hard once more so soon after coming. Yoongi’s abilities have never failed the younger yet so he isn’t surprised when all it takes is Yoongi’s tongue lapping up his come off his belly and four of the elder’s fingers pushing insistently against Taehyung’s sensitive prostate for his cock to start rising up again slowly.

Yoongi doesn’t mind though. He’s always enjoyed pleasuring his partners and when he started fooling around with Taehyung it seemed like he had met his match. Except Taehyung was actually very sloppy when giving oral, he was incredibly giving, but all over the place really. Yoongi had been slowly teaching him how to better his skills by pointing out what he did and didn’t like when Taehyung went down on him. Except now, Yoongi was suckling on the head of Taehyung’s cock, his fingers busy at work and his other hand pressed flat on Taehyung’s chest to keep the younger man pinned to the mattress.

Taehyung is keening, much more louder than necessary, but Yoongi doesn’t mind, it just tells him he’s doing a good job.

“Hyung,” Taehyung moans, his voice low and rough and it spikes a thrill through Yoongi.

Yoongi looks up to meet Taehyung’s delirious gaze and almost laughs when Taehyung groans at the sight of Yoongi with his lips wrapped firmly around Taehyung’s dick and his fingers slowly pulling out of Taehyung one by one.

“Hyung, please,” Taehyung whines then.

Yoongi can’t help the smirk that engulfs his face as he pops off of Taehyung’s cock and reaches blindly for the condom he set aside earlier. He rips the foil open with his teeth and easily slides it down his own cock before he pulls Taehyung’s legs up and settles the back of his knees over his shoulders. Taehyung groans and pulls on the handcuffs again, hissing when the cool metal bites into his skin, but he likes the feel of it and he likes the feel of Yoongi in between his legs even more.

The elder watches Taehyung as he slowly pushes in. Taehyung gasps and bites his lips to keep from groaning out. His eyelids flutter close again and Yoongi so desperately wants to kiss him, but he gets distracted when he bottoms out and Taehyung makes a pretty little whine that he’s never made before.

Yoongi goes still, relishing the sound until Taehyung’s bucking his hips to get some sort of friction from Yoongi. He frowns down at the younger man.

“Please,” Taehyung gasps, his eyes shut tight and hands clenched into fists above his head.

Yoongi pulls out shallowly and thrusts back in. Taehyung whines and arches his back, spewing out a mess of gibberish because Yoongi’s angle is just right and even if his dick isn’t the longest or thickest out there in the entire world, it’s still more than enough to drive Taehyung slightly insane. The elder grips Taehyung’s thighs and lets his hips buck into Taehyung, sweat forming on his brow when Taehyung’s own hips rise to meet him thrust for thrust. Yoongi can already feel his muscles start to shake, a fire building in his belly as his hips snap against Taehyung.

Taehyung can only make inaudible noises and move his hips the tiniest bit to match Yoongi’s movements. His skin is on fire and he’s sweating enough that it’s probably stinking up their bedroom, but all he really cares about is making Yoongi come.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans, his hips moving blindly with Taehyung writhing beneath him.

He leans down until he’s close enough for Taehyung to lift his head and let their lips clash against one another. Yoongi isn’t sure how he manages to keep his hips moving as he licks his way into his boyfriend’s mouth, but Taehyung is still whimpering low in his throat and the sounds and air around them are all so hot that Yoongi wouldn’t even care if he came or not.

Evidently, he does.

It doesn’t slam into him like Taehyung’s orgasms tend to, but there’s a burn in his veins and his muscles tense up as he releases himself into the condom still inside Taehyung. Taehyung looks like he’s about to cry when Yoongi bites down on his bottom lip as he milks himself through his orgasm, thrusts shallow, but still managing to strike Taehyung where he needs it most.

Taehyung’s second orgasm isn’t as intense as the first, it’s not even half really, yet there’s a newer, deeper feeling settling into his chest as Yoongi kisses him while he spurts clear liquid over his stomach. He barely notices that Yoongi pulled out and threw the condom away before he quickly lets Taehyung out of the handcuffs. He’s much more interested in the fact that he’s falling head over heels in love again.

He’s been in love before, but not like this. He’s loved Yoongi for some time now and he knows that he’s been in love with the elder for awhile too, but it’s suddenly registering in his brain just how deeply in love he is.

Yoongi’s like the last missing piece of those one thousand pieced jigsaw puzzles Taehyung could never finish as a child. Yoongi brings with him everything that Taehyung thought he himself lacked. In a way, Yoongi is almost a polar opposite of Taehyung. He likes the quiet when he’s working, whereas Taehyung needs his headphones in at full volume to finish a lab report. Yoongi survives off coffee while Taehyung prefers a cup of tea to settle his nerves. Yoongi doesn’t like overexerting himself, but Taehyung wouldn’t miss the chance to run through a playground if he could. Yoongi completes him, he thinks. Yoongi is what Taehyung’s been missing his whole life.

He is so in love with him.

He doesn’t know how he got into the bathtub curled up into Yoongi’s chest when he comes back to, but he’s there, cradled and comforted in the fact that Yoongi loves him just as much in return.

Taehyung hums, a noise low and reverberating from somewhere deep within his chest as Yoongi uses their shower rag to clean Taehyung up. The water is warm and Yoongi’s firm, cool chest pressed against his back soothes Taehyung. He lets his head fall back onto his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiles up at him.

For the first time in awhile, Taehyung feels like a child again. He feels cared for, something he’s been missing desperately ever since he left his hometown of Daegu.

Yoongi presses a kiss to the shell of Taehyung’s ear and brings one of Taehyung’s wrists up to his lips. The skin is indented from the handcuffs, a bit red and slightly puffy, but it doesn’t hurt and Taehyung makes sure to appease the elder’s worries by sending a warm smile in Yoongi’s direction when his boyfriend gives him a questioning look about his wrists.

“I told you the handcuffs would be fun,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice thick with emotion and exhaustion.

Yoongi smirks and presses his lips to the tip of Taehyung’s nose. “Shut up.”

Taehyung giggles and leans up to give Yoongi a proper kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi’s gummy smile greets him and Taehyung feels his heart melt into goop. “I love you too.”

Taehyung doesn’t really think about what he says next, but some of his best decisions have never been ones that he’s thought long and hard about so he just, goes for it.

“Wanna get married?”

Yoongi doesn’t go still or stop smiling like any other person would have if they’d been proposed to while taking a bath. He merely smiles wider and kisses Taehyung again. He’s used to Taehyung and his almost strange way of existing. Yoongi thinks that he’d like to exist by Taehyung’s side for a long, long time. Marriage had never appealed to him before, but that was before he met Taehyung, who he’s sure is the love of his life at this point.

Taehyung is a lot of things for Yoongi. He would never say exactly what, but when the elder wakes up too early on most mornings and watches the sunrise peek through their curtains only to bless Taehyung’s sleeping form with a slither of sunlight that highlights his golden skin, the slope of his nose, his brown hair fanned around him on the pillows like a halo, the slant of his lips with his mouth slightly parted open as he snores, Yoongi doesn’t think he really needs to say what exactly Taehyung is for him. Taehyung knows and Yoongi knows too and that’s enough.

“Okay.”

[hungline]

lasagna and cookies

pairing: taegi  genre: fluff, angst, mild smut, engaged au, rated m  warnings: mild sexual content, kitchen sex, oral sex, hand jobs  a/n: written to fulfill my lonely christmas square for the @thereallyhappeningtaegibingo !  words: 3300 

summary: Yoongi has spent every Christmas alone and then Taehyung came along and he's not sure how he should act now. 

⇢ part four of love blossoms in winter 

“I don’t get why you hate Christmas so much.”

Taehyung’s voice is raspy and heavy with satoori, but Yoongi knows what the younger man is trying to say so he turns over in their bed to face him. Taehyung looks blissed out, albeit he did just orgasm a few minutes before, but it’s more than that, Yoongi thinks. Taehyung has been a lot more happy and content and calm ever since they’d officially started dating. Now engaged, Yoongi can attest to the fact that Taehyung is positively glowing at almost all hours of the day.

It’s cute and it’s nice and Yoongi likes how happy them being together makes the younger man feel.

But Christmas is in a few days and Yoongi knows he’s being whiney. Whiney enough that it’s probably going to start getting on Taehyung’s nerves. Taehyung is patient with him though and Yoongi isn’t sure how he should really be acting in the following days to come.

He hates Christmas, more than Valentine's Day, but he has his reasons.

For as long as Yoongi can remember, he’s spent every Christmas alone.

It got better for him once he went to the university in Seoul. He’d met Hoseok in his sophomore year and they’d bonded over rap music. Still, when winter break would come around, Hoseok would rush back home to be with his parents and older sister and Yoongi had lazed about his dorm room eating whatever he could find.

Yoongi stayed in the surrounding area of the university after he graduated until Hoseok coaxed him towards the sea. He’d gotten a house in the suburbs of Busan and shared the place with Hoseok, then helped his best friend move his things when Jimin had asked him to move in. Taehyung had moved in with Yoongi then and Yoongi knew he wasn’t going to last keeping himself away from Taehyung if the younger man kept wearing those goddamn red shorts all around the house.

Then, after a month of living together, Yoongi just couldn't take it anymore. Taehyung was too good looking for his own good and Yoongi had been very aware of the younger man’s lingering stares on his ass, on his lips, and just him in general. The sexual tension was thick between them and when Taehyung had cuddled up to him on the couch on one of their movie nights, Yoongi let him press open-mouthed kisses to his throat and collarbone. The most they’d gone that night was Yoongi blowing Taehyung and Taehyung rimming him, but it was enough.

The morning after, Yoongi had sat them down at the kitchen table and discussed the parameters of their “relationship.” He didn't want hand-holding or any of that couple-y, ooey gooey stuff. Yoongi just wanted sex and someone to keep him company. Taehyung had agreed and they’d stuck to it.

At least until Yoongi realized that Taehyung meant a lot more to him than a good fuck.

And that made it easier for him to accept it when Taehyung kept saying that he loved him in his sleep.

When Taehyung had tried to leave for Daegu, Yoongi had panicked. His insides were screaming at him that it was his fault, everything was his fault, he’d done something to drive Taehyung away and he was going to lose his one real shot at love if he didn't grow a pair and pursued the younger. So he grew a pair, sat his ass down and opened up the Find My iPhone app on his computer then entered Taehyung’s information. He’d tapped the location into his own phone then ran outside to his car and floored it until he’d hastily parked outside the bus station where he found Taehyung kneeling to give a little girl his scarf. Yoongi let himself catch his breath, assured that Taehyung wasn’t going to immediately leave since the younger man had just kept kneeling instead of standing up to move. Yoongi let himself approach the younger slowly and willed himself to not blow up when he and Taehyung began to talk.

And despite what Taehyung may have thought about Yoongi not wanting him, he was dead wrong because a life without Taehyung was a life that Yoongi didn't even want to consider.

So Taehyung had stayed and they’d began their official relationship and Jimin’s little quips about Taehyung moving back in had diminished to a trickle instead of a river.

But they’re happy and they’re engaged now and Yoongi is still reeling over the fact that he’d accepted Taehyung’s proposal so easily.

Taehyung is happy though and Yoongi’s happy too and that’s all that really matters.

Still, he’s spent every Christmas alone and he’s anxious about this year now that he has a fiancè. He knows it’s unlikely that Taehyung would leave him alone on Christmas of all days, but he had done it that year before when they’d just become roommates and Taehyung’s grandmother was expecting him home so he’d gone and left Yoongi. Alone.

Hoseok had offered to escape from Jimin’s parent’s house and bring chicken and warm beer, but Yoongi didn't want another reason for Jimin to resent him so he’d declined and spent the entirety of Christmas eating some leftover lasagna and a ton fuck of cookies. He’d regretted that combination the next day when he couldn't leave the bathroom for more than an hour. But Taehyung had come back home the day after for New Year’s and Yoongi was sated.

Now they lie in bed, bundled up beneath three blankets because Christmas by the sea is fucking cold and Yoongi needs another body beside him to offer him heat if Taehyung expects the elder to make it until the morning.

“I don't hate Christmas,” Yoongi speaks, his voice hoarse from all the yelling he did when Taehyung fucked him into the mattress not too long ago.

“You hate Christmas, hyung,” Taehyung laughs, his hair a mess around his head, but Yoongi thinks it looks close to a halo really.

“What makes you think that?”

Taehyung shrugs and brings the elder closer until Yoongi’s head is tucked under his chin. “Your grumbling has only gotten louder since December came around, hyung. Every time you see a Christmas tree, you look like it's just insulted your great-grandmother and dishonored your family name all at the same time, which is why, I guess, you wouldn't let me get a real tree to set up in the living room.”

Yoongi scowls and pulls his head back a tiny bit so Taehyung’s able to understand him. “Shut up. Go to sleep.”

“Hyung, you can tell me anything, really.”

“Go to sleep, Tae. It’s late and I have work tomorrow.”

Taehyung grumbles something unintelligible and Yoongi lets it slide because he is too tired to argue with the younger man right now. Yoongi nestles his face into Taehyung’s neck and lets sleep sink its claws into him. He doesn’t realize that Taehyung is asking him a question until he’s on the verge of sleep and hears himself murmur an “alright.”

He should probably worry about what he’s just agreed to, but he’s tired and his brain is mush and Taehyung is warm and sleep is calling to him. So he answers it and falls asleep.

  When he wakes up, Taehyung’s side of the bed is cold. Yoongi doesn’t think anything of it since Taehyung is always the first to rise in their home. He’s a morning person, something Yoongi could never force himself to be, no matter how many times Taehyung had tried to wake him up for an early morning run.

Still, Yoongi knows it’s late enough in the morning that he should get out of bed and drink some coffee. So he gets up on his elbows and opens the curtain that covers the window behind their bed and isn’t surprised to see hard-packed snow piled up against the window pane.

They’re snowed in.

Yoongi sighs, grateful that he won’t have to go to work today and lets the curtain close again. He kicks the covers off the bed and sleepily searches for his slippers. December in Busan is dreadful and cold and Yoongi still resents Hoseok for convincing him to move here, but he supposes that meeting Taehyung makes up for it.

He finds his slippers and pushes his cold feet into them and finally stands up from the bed. Yoongi blinks his eyes a few times and when his vision isn’t such a blurry mess anymore, his gaze lands on the open suitcase filled halfway with some of Taehyung’s clothes. Panic begins to bubble up in his chest. Taehyung hadn’t mentioned going away for Christmas and Yoongi isn’t even sure how Taehyung thinks he’ll manage to leave with them being snowed in and all, but that hadn’t stopped the younger man from packing.

Yoongi rummages in his bedside drawer and pulls the case holding his glasses out. He pushes them onto the bridge of his nose and blinks again before staring at the suitcase that is definitely there and not a figment of his imagination.

“Tae,” Yoongi calls out.

There’s a scuffling noise coming from the kitchen, but no answer so Yoongi lets his feet guide him down the hall and towards the noise. He doesn’t react to seeing Taehyung covered in flour and a mixing bowl in front of him that he’s having a hard time with. Taehyung looks up and Yoongi knows why he didn’t answer him. Taehyung has a measuring spoon clamped between his teeth and Yoongi moves forward to take it out of his mouth and wash it in the sink.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks, keeping his attention on the spoon.

Taehyung grunts and goes back to mixing. “Making pancakes.”

Yoongi tilts his head and hopes that his tone of voice is still conversational. “Then why is your suitcase open in our room?”

“I was packing.”

“I can see that. The question is, where were you going to go without me?”

The spoon is beyond clean at this point so Yoongi has no choice but to turn off the water and dry it, but he doesn’t want to meet Taehyung’s gaze and he doesn’t even want to look in the younger man’s general direction either. So he doesn’t see it when Taehyung sets the mixing bowl aside and takes the few steps towards Yoongi to wrap his arms around the elder’s waist. Yoongi stills, not wanting to move because Taehyung doesn’t usually hold him like this, like he’s glass that could break at any moment and needs to be protected. Taehyung’s breath is hot against his neck and Yoongi’s ass is nestled into Taehyung’s crotch, but he doesn’t dare move.

“Hyung, did you forget what I asked you last night?” Taehyung’s voice is right in his ear and Yoongi’s feels a delicious shiver roll down his spine.

“Last n-night?” Yoongi asks, his voice breathless and he feels a bit light headed.

Taehyung presses against him, more insistent and Yoongi feels his teeth skim his earlobe. “I asked you if you would come with me to my grandma’s for Christmas this year.”

Yoongi swallows and purposely does not gyrate his hips back on Taehyung in the middle of their kitchen where Taehyung is still covered in flour and Yoongi is sporting a semi in his pajamas. “You did?”

Taehyung groans and pushes his own semi into Yoongi’s ass and Yoongi drops the measuring spoon that he held in his hand in the sink. “Yes. You said you’d go, hyung.”

“I did?” Yoongi is most definitely grinding down onto Taehyung’s erection now.

Taehyung turns him around, takes his glasses off and sets them aside before he kisses Yoongi without any sort of preamble at all. Yoongi had been panicking beforehand over Taehyung leaving him alone for the most dreaded of holidays, but all he can really think about is the way that Taehyung’s hand is dipping under the waistband of Yoongi’s pajama bottoms to grasp his erection and start to stroke him. Yoongi groans and wishes that he’d listen to the younger man when he suggested they keep a bottle of lube in the kitchen, but Yoongi had told him countless times that the kitchen wasn’t a place for fornicating. They’ve done a lot of fornicating in the kitchen since then though, so Yoongi really hasn’t listened to his own words, but he can’t help it when Taehyung’s thumb is digging into his slit and drawing more precome from the elder. It’s enough that Taehyung can use it to stroke Yoongi fully and properly without it being slightly uncomfortable anymore.

Yoongi’s hands slide up under Taehyung’s shirt to map the expanse of his chest. Once Yoongi’s hands reach Taehyung’s nipples, he takes one of the pert nubs in between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it a tiny bit just to get a rise out of the younger. Taehyung keens and kisses him again and Yoongi thanks anything and everything out there for letting him meet Taehyung.

Sometime later after Yoongi has blown his load and then blowed Taehyung, they find themselves on the couch. The mess in the mixing bowl looked too similar to semen for either man to actually want to eat pancakes so Taehyung had dug out some blueberry yogurt and they’d ate it off the same spoon. Then Yoongi had rubbed at his eyes and yelped when Taehyung threw him over his shoulder and made his way towards the living room.

There’s a children’s Christmas movie playing on the television and Yoongi’s hands itch to grab the remote and turn it off. Taehyung must notice this because he grabs the remote and shoves it into the couch cushions.

“Hyung, why do you hate Christmas so much?”

Yoongi sighs and closes his eyes. “Drop it, Tae-yah.”

Taehyung merely shakes his head. “It’s been bugging me ever since Jeongguk-ah and Seokjin-hyung started decorating their house and you grumbled about it looking stupid. I know you don’t like most holidays, but you seem to hate Christmas the most and I just want to know why.”

“Taehyung, this is really not the time. Let’s talk about you packing a suitcase even though we’re snowed in instead,” Yoongi spits out, pushing himself off Taehyung’s chest to instead curl around the end of the couch.

“I didn’t check the weather until I had half of my stuff packed. Once I saw all the snow, I decided to just make us some pancakes and then cuddle and watch some movies,” Taehyung chuckles, pushing himself up on his elbows as he does.

“What a great plan that was.”

Taehyung bites his lip and smiles nervously. “It was a great plan, until you let your hatred for Christmas ruin our domestic moment.”

Yoongi scoffs and stands. “I did no such thing.”

He turns and rushes back towards the bedroom where he begins to put Taehyung’s things back in their proper places. He can hear when Taehyung enters the bedroom behind him, but Yoongi doesn’t spare him a glance as he hangs Taehyung’s favorite blue sweater in the closet.

“Hyung, what are you doing?”

Yoongi keeps moving, still not looking at his fiancè. “Putting your shit away.”

“Why?”

Yoongi freezes and feels his knees begin to shake. “Because you’re not going to leave me alone on this stupid holiday. I refuse to spend another fucking Christmas by myself.”

“Oh,” Taehyung breathes and then his arms are around Yoongi again and his nose is nuzzling into Yoongi’s black hair and Yoongi knows that he’s shaking now. “Hyung, I told you before, we were going to go together. You agreed last night. You really think that I’d go home for Christmas without you, the love of my life?”

“You did last year.” Yoongi isn’t even remotely aware of how he’s able to speak at the moment, but somehow he’s managing to do it.

Taehyung turns him around and grips his face, tightly, not letting Yoongi break his gaze. Taehyung’s brown eyes are intense and smoldering and Yoongi is still shaking, but his nerves are beginning to calm.

“Last year, we weren’t together and I did offer to stay, remember? You practically kicked me out the door when I said I wouldn’t go.”

Yoongi sighs and lets himself sag into the younger man. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid.”

Taehyung presses his nose to Yoongi’s cheek and closes his eyes. “No, you’re not. I get why you hate Christmas so much and I’m sorry if you really thought I’d leave you alone for it again. From now on, we’ll spend every holiday together, not just Christmas.”

“Do you mean it?” Yoongi asks, and he feels small wrapped up in Taehyung’s arms, his face cradled by Taehyung’s big hands and Taehyung’s face pressing into the side of his, but it’s fine because Taehyung is comforting him and that’s all that Yoongi needs to help him calm the dying panic in his chest.

Taehyung kisses his cheek and pulls his face away to look Yoongi in the eye again. “Would I have asked you to marry me if I didn’t mean it?”

Yoongi bites his lip and tangles his hands in Taehyung’s shirt. “I guess not. Though, technically we’re not engaged. I don’t see a ring on my finger. Do you?”

Taehyung laughs and lets go of Yoongi to dig around his suitcase. Yoongi watches him with mild curiosity until Taehyung has drawn a black velvet box out from under one of his hoodies and scoots over to Yoongi on one knee. He smiles up the elder and Yoongi feels his knees start to shake again when Taehyung opens the box to reveal a simple silver band and holds his other hand out towards Yoongi. Yoongi lets Taehyung take his left hand and slip the band onto his ring finger before he meets Taehyung’s gaze and is blinded by the younger man’s large, rectangular grin.

“That looks like a ring to me, hyung,” Taehyung murmurs and Yoongi feels his knees give out and finds himself kneeling in front of Taehyung.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers, pulling himself closer to Taehyung until he can tuck his head under the younger man’s chin.

Taehyung puts the box down and wraps his arms around Yoongi and kisses the elder’s hair. “I love you more.”

Yoongi laughs a weak, throaty laugh and presses his lips to Taehyung’s throat. “If you love me so much, you should make me some actual food, Tae-yah.”

Taehyung stands and brings the elder up with him. “On it. What would my lovely, handsome, and emotionally constipated fiancè like to eat?”

Yoongi slaps his chest and brings Taehyung’s head down so he can reach his lips. They kiss a long and soft kiss and Yoongi’s stomach is doing strange things with all the feelings that are running through him at that moment, but it’s okay. Taehyung is there and Taehyung is his and they’re happy.

“I want lasagna,” Yoongi mutters once they pull apart. “And cookies.”

Taehyung blinks, surprised, then laughs and presses a swift kiss to Yoongi’s nose. “Lasagna and cookies it is.”

Yoongi lets Taehyung leave to start working in the kitchen and he finishes putting Taehyung’s things away. He feels stupid now for his behavior, he is the older one after all, but he’s been acting like a child and Taehyung has been more mature than him. It’s fine though, he’s fine, and Taehyung says it’s fine when Yoongi goes to the kitchen to apologize for the way he’s been acting ever since December began, so it is fine.

Still, Yoongi can’t help but whine when Taehyung doesn’t let him lick the spoon the younger used to mix the cookie dough with. Taehyung just laughs and kisses Yoongi to appease him.

It works.

[hungline]

never gonna leave this bed

pairing: taegi  genre: angst, fwb au, rated m  warnings: implied sexual content, one-sided relationship  a/n: written to fill my unmade bed square in @thereallyhappeningtaegibingo​  words: 1200 

summary: The bed was unmade... 

The sheets still smelled of him. 

⇢ part one of love blossoms in winter 

The bed was unmade.

Taehyung didn't have the heart, nor the effort, to fix the sheets, fluff the pillows, and fold the blankets. He was tired, his chest throbbed, and he felt inexplicably cold.

Plus, the sheets still smelled of him.

Taehyung missed him. 

He hadn’t been gone long, but Taehyung missed him all the same. There was an ache in his chest that was beginning to tear him apart. Yoongi had left the day before and Taehyung was clinging to anything that reminded him of the short, pale, and grumpy man he’d fallen so hard in love with.

He wanted Yoongi back.

But Yoongi had left, tail between his legs, and two suitcases in his hands. He hadn’t looked back at Taehyung, not even once, and Taehyung didn’t really know if he could get over this. Because he loved Yoongi, he loved him so much, but Yoongi didn’t love him. And Yoongi had run away from Taehyung, Taehyung and his feelings. He’d fled like a coward.

But he knew why he’d left. Yoongi had made it very clear that they were not dating, would never date. Yoongi had never been looking for a relationship. He wanted someone to fuck, cuddle, and eat dinner with in peace. He didn’t want a relationship. He just wanted company. It’d never really made any sense to Taehyung, but if it made Yoongi feel better than he would go along with it. And he had, until he realized he loved Yoongi and how absolutely fucked he was.

They’d been what Yoongi called friends with benefits for over a year. A year. Taehyung had fallen in love around the four month mark, but hadn’t uttered a word about it. The only sign Yoongi would have gotten from him was sex being less aggressive because Taehyung was making love to Yoongi. But Yoongi was only fucking him.

And Taehyung had fucked up majorly. He’d whispered his love confession into the dip of Yoongi’s collarbones when Yoongi had been riding him. In the middle of sex, Taehyung had told Yoongi that he loved him. The elder’s movements had come to a stand-still, his face guarded, before he rolled off the younger and packed his suitcases. He’d left telling Taehyung he was sorry, but he didn’t love himー couldn’t love him and he wasn’t coming back. Taehyung was so, so stupid.

Taehyung heard the front door open, but he remained leaning against the doorway of theirーhis bedroom. It was probably Jimin coming to check up on him because of course Taehyung had gotten all of his calls and messages. He just hadn’t answered and that had probably worried his best friend. Taehyung kept his gaze on the bed. He hadn’t slept in what felt like forever and every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Yoongi’s dark mop of messy, black locks making its way out the door, never to return again.

Of course Taehyung had cried. He probably was still crying, but he didn’t really know. The only thing he could focus on was the ache in his chest and how cold the bed was when he lied down in it. Footsteps could be heard from the living room, but Taehyung still stood in the doorway, afraid to step into the room, staring at the unmade bed like it was a coffin.

“Taehyung-ah?”

Taehyung froze. The soft murmur he’d heard unmistakably belonged to Yoongi, but Taehyung’s brain must have been playing tricks on him because Yoongi had been very clear when he said he wasn’t going to come back. Taehyung was agonized over losing Yoongi and his mind hated him so much that it was playing such a cruel and terrible joke on him.

“Taehyung?”

It was Yoongi’s voice again, at the end of the hallway now, but Taehyung didn’t dare respond. His brain hated him so fucking much.

“Tae?”

Yoongi’s voice was right behind him. Taehyung didn’t moveーdidn’t breathe. Hands gripped his elbows, hands he would know anywhere, and turned him around.

Yoongi stood before him, his face ashen, hair limp and still dressed in the same clothes he’d left in, now very dirty. Taehyung wanted to reach out and touch him, but he knew that once he did, the image of Yoongi that his mind had conjured up would disappear because it wasn’t real. Yoongi had left and he had promised that he wasn’t going to come back to Taehyung because he didn’t love the younger in return.

But the hands gripping him were solid and felt very real. Yoongi pulled Taehyung flush against his chest and waited until Taehyung met his gaze before he spoke.

“I’m an idiot, Tae. A huge fucking idiot who doesn’t deserve you,” Yoongi murmured, his hands creeping up to cup Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung only stared, not knowing what to do because Yoongi was pulling him forward and before he knew it, their lips had clashed together. Taehyung closed his eyes and let Yoongi kiss him, his arms limp by his side. It felt real, all of it, but Taehyung knew it wasn’t. This was his mind being cruel to him and Yoongi was gone. Taehyung was never going to get him back.

When Taehyung opened his eyes, Yoongi was in fact gone and he was standing alone in the hallway, lips pursed. Where Taehyung had thought the elder had been a few moments before was only empty space. There was nothing there.

Yoongi wasn’t ever coming back.

Taehyung screamed and wrenched himself upwards, the duvet falling to pool at his waist.

Yoongi fell out of bed beside him. “Jesus fuck, Tae!”

Taehyung was sweating, the bed was too hot and he kicked the duvet off. Tears were streaming down his face because it hadn’t been real. Losing Yoongi because he’d confessed to the elder about his feelings hadn’t actually happened. It’d been a dream.

Most of it anyways.

He knew if he did tell Yoongi, then his dream would only become a reality. Yoongi wasn’t going to stay with him if he became aware of the full extent of Taehyung’s feelings. Taehyung dreaded the day when he would be stupid enough to slip up and show his goddamned heart on his sleeve like a fool.

Yoongi was climbing back into the bed then, his hair ruffled and looking as beautiful as ever. Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat as Yoongi scowled at him before nuzzling into his side.

“Bad dream?” The elder asked.

“Yeah,” Taehyung croaked, tears still falling, and his heartbeat spasming in his chest.

Yoongi kissed his collarbone, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s waist. “It’s okay, Tae-yah. I’m here. Go back to bed.”

Taehyung let the elder push him back onto the pillows, watching Yoongi lean down with him until he ended up nestled in the curve of Taehyung’s arms. Yoongi was so goddamn beautiful and Taehyung was so fucking in love with him.

“I’ve got you,” Yoongi murmured into Taehyung’s neck. “Come on. Let’s sleep.”

Taehyung pulled the elder closer and kissed him fervently. He wanted reassurance that his dream wasn’t real, that Yoongi was still with him.

He held Yoongi close, arms wrapped tight around the elder. Yoongi held him just as fiercely.

[hungline]

are you staying or going?

pairing: taegi  genre: angst, fwb au, rated m  warnings: referenced sexual content  a/n: written to fill my missed bus square for @thereallyhappeningtaegibingo​  words: 3000 

summary: Taehyung needed to leave. He had to go. Yoongi didn’t love him and Taehyung couldn’t stand it anymore. 

⇢ part two of love blossoms in winter 

It was cold. The air hung frigid and Taehyung couldn’t feel the tip of his nose or most of his fingers.

He held a suitcase in one hand and the straps of his bulging backpack in the other. A duffel bag was slung across his shoulder and he was bundled up in the warmest winter wear he owned. His bus tickets were flimsy pieces of paper in his pocket, but he still found himself hunching in on himself to appease the heavy weight they had.

He was leaving. He wasn’t going to come back.

Yoongi would probably throw a fit and try to find Taehyung once he left, but Taehyung would be long gone by then. There was nothing Yoongi could do about it once Taehyung left. The elder was still at work, probably barely clocking out and getting ready to go home. Home where Taehyung wouldn’t be waiting for him because Taehyung was instead waiting for the bus that would take him back to Daegu.

His dream had been a warning. Yoongi would leave him once he knew that Taehyung was more invested in their dynamic than the elder wanted him to be. Taehyung was going to end up with a broken heart and it was best that he break things off first.

It hurt. It hurt like hell, but it was for the best. It was the best for Taehyung. He’d be okay, with time. He theorized it would take him a few months (read as: a few years) before he could look into the eyes of another man and not see traces of Yoongi, but Taehyung would be okay.

It was for the best.

Taehyung needed to leave. He had to go. Yoongi didn’t love him and Taehyung couldn’t stand it anymore.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot and tucked in his chin to bury the lower half of his face into his scarf. November was a cold month in Busan. Taehyung had moved here to live with his best friend Jimin, who’d coaxed the newly graduated Taehyung towards the sea. Things had been fine for the first few months. He and Jimin both had stable jobs, they paid rent and the bills on time, and Jimin didn’t sexile Taehyung as much as he had in college. Then Taehyung had moved in with Yoongi after Jimin started seeing Hoseok on the regular. Two years together and they were still happy. Taehyung was glad that Jimin was happy and that Hoseok was good to his Jiminnie because God forbid anybody hurt Taehyung’s best friend.

Hoseok and Jimin were fine thoughーmore than fine reallyーand Jimin pretty much hated Yoongi by this point. But Yoongi was also Hoseok’s best friend and Taehyung’s roommate-slash-fuck-buddy-slash-love-of-his-life. So Jimin grumbled under his breath about Yoongi and always made sure to reassure Taehyung that he had a warm bed to sleep in at Jimin’s place. Taehyung would have appreciated the offer more if Jimin didn’t always mention it specifically when Yoongi was present.

It really wasn’t Yoongi’s fault that Taehyung had broken their agreement on just having sex and not developing feelings. It couldn’t really be Yoongi’s fault that Taehyung loved the way the elder smelled fresh out of the shower or how he smelled when he got home from work or even the way he smelled during sex. It couldn’t be Yoongi’s doing that Taehyung could count on his hands every time the elder slurred his words together or when his Daegu accent made an appearance. And it definitely couldn’t be Yoongi’s fault that Taehyung liked to baby him, snuggle up against him, handle him with care as if he was glass, and, at other times, just want to be in Yoongi’s presence.

It was Taehyung’s fault for noticing things, for wanting to do things, for feeling things when Yoongi had made it very clear he wasn’t looking for any kind of relationship that wasn’t purely about sex. He and Yoongi were friends of course, and Taehyung knew that Yoongi cared about him, but not in the way that Taehyung cared about him and not in the way that Taehyung wanted Yoongi to care about him. It was Taehyung’s fault for falling in love.

Right?

A bus pulled into the station and Taehyung watched the passengers disembark, swaddled up in their jackets and coats and gloves. It wasn’t Taehyung’s bus, his wasn’t due for another twenty or thirty minutes. He probably should have found a bench to sit on and wait, but he knew if he sat down then he’d curl up into a ball and wail in the middle of the cold bus station. Drawing attention to himself was not what Taehyung needed. He needed to leave quietly and quickly. His time in Busanーhis time with Yoongiーwas over and it was best he left.

He’d miss Jimin and Hoseok and he’d miss the eight year old neighbor Joonie (and Joonie’s young fathers, Seokjin and Jeongguk), but having to hide how he felt was torture and Taehyung knew it was best that he go. Plus, it’d be unfair of Taehyung to drive Yoongi out of his own home. The quaint little house they lived in was Yoongi’s, Taehyung had moved in with Yoongi. Why should Yoongi be the one to leave when the house was his and not Taehyung’s? Taehyung should go.

Taehyung let out a sigh and watched the last of the passengers step off the bus. It was cold, but that didn’t stop him from stopping a mother and her daughter to offer his scarf to the little girl when he saw just how pale she looked compared to the redness of her nose.

The little girl thanked him in a high and croaky rasp. The mother smiled at him and bowed her head before she led her daughter towards the bathrooms on the other end of the station. Taehyung watched them, still crouched down and eyes enraptured with the swing of the mother’s bag and the swish of the young girl’s hair. His lumpy backpack laid beside him on the ground, where he’d put it down so he could take off his scarf for the girl, and his duffel bag was on the verge of slipping off his shoulder, but Taehyung remained in his position.

The mother and daughter entered the bathroom and Taehyung blinked as the door swung behind them, giving him one last glance of the girl’s long dark hair.

“You’re too kind, you know that?” A voice sounded behind him.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder and winced.

“She looked cold,” Taehyung mumbled.

“Yeah, and now you’re going to get cold and probably get sick and then I’ll have to be your personal nurse until you recover.”

Taehyung shrugged and let his gaze fall back down to the ground. “Doesn’t matter. S’not a big deal.”

“So then tell me what is a big deal.”

“I don’t know what you mean, hyung.”

“Something has to be a big deal for you if you’re trying to leave me.”

Taehyung stood up, grabbing his backpack and readjusting his duffel bag as he did. “Nothing is a big deal, don’t make this about you, hyung.”

Yoongi bristled, his hands curled by his sides, practically swimming in the huge coat that he wore almost everywhere during the winter. “How can this not be about me? You packed all your stuff and left without even a goodbye note. What else am I supposed to do if not ponder over whether your leaving is because of something I did or said?”

Taehyung sighed and walked over to the nearest bench, curling a hand in Yoongi’s direction for the elder to follow him. They sat down, Yoongi still fuming but ready to listen and Taehyung anxious. Yoongi wasn’t supposed to find him. Taehyung was supposed to leave quickly and quietly and his bus would be arriving soon, but Yoongi was in front of him pissed off and upsetーnot a good combination for someone like the elder.

“How did you find me?” Taehyung asked first.

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you leaving?”

“I asked you a question first, hyung.”

“Technically, I did and I’m still waiting for my answer. So speak up. You’re not leaving until you give me a good reason.”

“You can’t keep me somewhere I don’t want to be. That’s kidnapping, hyung, and it’s illegal,” Taehyung pointed out.

Yoongi uncrossed his arms and took Taehyung’s hands in his. “Then tell me why you don’t want to be here anymore. I want to understand what went wrong.”

Taehyung looked down at their joined hands and felt his brows scrunch together in concern when he noticed Yoongi didn’t have gloves on. Taehyung pulled his hands away to dig through his backpack until he found his spare pair of mittens and handed them to the elder. Yoongi took them silently, his expression guarded, and bottom lip caught in between his teeth. Taehyung looked away from the elder’s mouth when the urge to kiss him ran through his mind. Yoongi noticed and some color rose to his cheeks, but he didn’t comment on it and instead took Taehyung’s hands in his again.

Yoongi touching him was nice, it’d always been nice, but now that Taehyung was trying to leave, Yoongi touching him was a mix of nice and painful. All Taehyung wanted to do was lean in and kiss Yoongi square on the mouth, but Taehyung was going. Yoongi didn’t love him and Taehyung was set on leaving.

“Why are you leaving, Tae-yah? Did I do something? Is it the sex? Are you not satisfied with our sex life?” Yoongi asked, his voice sounding smaller and smaller with each question.

Taehyung stared at the elder, appalled. “What are you talking about? The sex is fine, it’s greatーit’s amazing, oh my god. Why would you think sex is the problem?”

It was true. Sex with Yoongi had always been an experience, but it wasn’t enough. Taehyung wanted more than sex. He wanted what Yoongi didn’t.

He wanted love.

“You take longer to come now. You always insist on going slow, but I was right. There is a problem and you still haven’t told me what it is.”

“There is no problem. I’m just sick of Busan. I’m sick of everyone being so happy all the time and in love and having families and being normal,” Taehyung exclaimed, pausing to take a deep breath before he continued. “I’m going back to Daegu. My grandma has my old room ready and I’m gonna help her and Grandpa out on the farm. I’m going to try and live my life where I have the chance of falling in love and starting a family and beingーbeing happy with someone. I’m not going to find that here, so I’m leaving. I’m sorry, hyung.”

The elder’s face was pale once more, all the color having been drained from it as he bit his lip again. “But I...I thought that was w-what we were uhーworking on.”

Taehyung froze. “What?”

Yoongi wrung his mittened hands together. “Tae-yah. I thought we were going to have that. You talk about it in your sleep all the time, sometimes drunk too.”

The younger blinked. “Again, what?”

Yoongi let his hands fall into his lap. “You said you loved me. Was that a lie?”

“When did I say this?”

“I don’t know, maybe four or five months ago. You were asleep and I’d gotten home late after a recording session. Iー” Yoongi hesitated, bit his lip, then shook his head and continued. “I went into your room to check on you and you were rolling around the bed muttering about dogs. When I sat on the bed beside you, you took my hand and said you loved me then rolled over and started talking about jellyfish.”

Taehyung’s brain was malfunctioning because Yoongi had not just said what Taehyung thought he’d said. Yoongi hadn’t heard Taehyung sleeptalking and Taehyung had not under any circumstances accidentally confessed about his love for Yoongi. The elder was just playing a joke or something on Taehyung to make him stay. But Taehyung needed to leaveーhe had to.

“I thought you were awake and, uh, well I was shocked. I couldn’t believe you’d just confessed to me then started arguing with yourself about the average lifespan of jellyfish, but then I realized you were asleep so I just pegged it as dream gibberish.

“Then you did it again two nights later. Whispered it into my ear when I thought you’d fallen asleep ‘cause of how intense your snoring was. You turned over and went right back to snoring. I was less hesitant to think of it as nothing and when you just kept saying it, I couldn’t deny that you meant it. You even murmured it into my skin once after sex, quiet enough that I could barely hear it, but you were awake, Tae-yah. You weren’t asleep, you were awake and coming down from your orgasm and you smelled likeーgod, you smelled like heaven. But you were awake and you said you loved me and do y-you not love me anymore? Is that why you’re trying to leave?”

Taehyung said nothing. He wasn’t sure that he was actually capable of speaking coherent words, let alone sentences. He was still trying to wrap his head around Yoongi knowing that he loved him and still staying with him, not running away like Taehyung had always imagined. Yoongi knew and he’d stayedーwas still there and waiting for Taehyung to say something already.

“You knew?” Taehyung rasped out, his eyes staring at nothing and his throat dry.

Yoongi nodded. “I think I’ve always known.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” How was Taehyung even able to speak without air?

“I didn’t want to freak you out. I wanted you to tell me on your own terms when you were ready to tell me, but I guess I did something wrong since you don’t want to stay with me anymore.”

Taehyung blinked and cupped Yoongi’s face in his hands. “Stop blaming yourself. I’m being dumb and stupid and emotionally constipated and cowardly by trying to run away. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all me.”

Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered. “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I’m being serious, hyung. You didn’t do anything wrong. Of course, I-I still love you. Oh my god, why do you think I’m trying to leave? I love you, but you don’t love me and it’s killing me, hyung. It hurts so much knowing you don’t feel the same.”

Taehyung felt kind of hollow now. He’d thought he’d kept his feelings for Yoongi a secret, but Yoongi knew, had known for months and said nothing about it. Taehyung had imagined that if he ever did get the chance to tell the elder that he was in love with him, it would be in a different, more positive setting, but he supposed it didn’t matter much since his bus was going to get there any minute.

Yoongi put his hands over Taehyung’s and looked up into the younger’s eyes, his face pale and wind bitten, but a spark of something in his eyes that made Taehyung jumpy. “I never said I didn’t love you.”

Taehyung froze as his brain malfunctioned once again.

“I told you, I was waiting until you were ready to talk about it before I mentioned anything. I’ve been fucking and living with you for almost a year, how am I not supposed to fall in love with you during that time?”

“But you saidー”

“I know what I said, Taehyung-ah. I know very well every fucking thing I said and you should know that I don’t mean any of it. I haven’t meant any of it for months now. Sex with you is great, but coming home to you making dinner or cleaning or making a mess or just watching TV is better because you’re waiting for me and knowing I have someone to come home to is infinitely times better than sex.”

“Yoongi-hyunー”

The elder surged forward and pressed his chapped lips to Taehyung’s. They were soft and gentle and Taehyung knew he was royally screwed. He couldn’t leave, not after this, not with knowing that Yoongi is it for him. Taehyung is in love with Yoongi and no force on Earth could change that fact. It was probably written in Taehyung’s DNA to love Yoongi and he was such a fool for believing that he could leave and everything would be fine. Life would have been miserable without Yoongi and Taehyung is honestly an idiot for thinking that he could go back to Daegu and act like everything was fine, act like he’d never met or fallen in love with Yoongi, because he had and the grip Yoongi had on him wasn’t going to loosen any time soon.

Yoongi pulled back from their kiss and let his forehead rest against Taehyung’s. His eyes were closed and Taehyung tried to count the elder’s eyelashes. His hands were still atop the younger’s, but now they were strangely threaded together.

“I love you, Taehyung. I know I’m late, but it’s true. I love you. Please don’t leave,” Yoongi murmured.

Taehyung kissed the elder’s nose and closed his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, hyung. I love you too much to leave.”

“Good.”

A thought struck Taehyung then. “I’d still like to know how you found me though.”

Yoongi chuckled and Taehyung grinned at the sound. “I came home early and saw that your stuff was gone so I tracked your phone with ‘Find my iPhone.’ Knowing your password helped a lot too.”

A bus honked near the curb. Taehyung ignored it.

“You’re unbelievable, hyung.”

“Shut up. Are you staying or going?”

The bus honked again, but Taehyung stayed put.

“I love you.”

“I love you just as much.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Oh, shut up and let’s go home. I’m freezing!” Yoongi complained.

Taehyung ended up missing his bus.