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He catches Yoongi’s eyes the moment he enters the apartment.
It’s not often Yoongi sees an unfamiliar face, especially not when the host is Hoseok, one of his closest friends whose life he feels he knows even better than his own. Tonight is a lot more crowded than the parties they’re used to in their friend group now, preferring cooking dinner and having drinks with only a few close friends at home and going out when they’re in bigger groups.
But Hoseok is turning 30, and just bought a really big flat thanks to how successful his dance studio has become. His dongsaeng has the type of energy that explains why he would want to share his joy and success with friends and throw a big party.
It’s not just the unfamiliarity of the face that catches Yoongi’s eyes, though. It’s its striking beauty.
It’s the type of face you just can’t stop thinking about and Yoongi can’t help looking for him again when he’s done greeting Hoseok and accepting a glass of whiskey. The living room is full of people chatting in small groups or swaying to the beat, but he is still where Yoongi first saw him near the window, laughing with Jimin with way more familiarity than Yoongi expected.
Who is this guy?
He is mesmerizing . His golden blonde hair and his tanned skin make him look like he just came back from a trip to the sea, somewhere faraway and fancy, like Spain or California. He could really pass off as one of those Cali surfers from the American shows Namjoon loved to make Yoongi watch with him.
Yoongi realizes he’s been staring for too long when the stranger catches his eyes, subtly looking him up and down. Yoongi doesn’t know if he liked what he just saw, but the friendly grin he’s given makes his cheeks prickle with heat.
He answers with a small closed-lip smile, but he doesn't know if the guy sees it, his attention caught back by Jimin.
Yoongi exhales, taking in his surroundings and grounding himself in reality. He should go look for his friends.
He decides to try for the rooftop, knowing Namjoon can’t resist a cigarette when he has a drink, but he is surprised to find Seokjin instead, nursing a glass of wine in the biting late February weather.
“Hi, hyung,” Yoongi says as he takes a seat next to Seokjin. "What are you doing in the cold by yourself? Too many people down there for your introverted ass?”
“Language Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin says as he slightly leans into his side as a form of greeting. “Too many people, and Hoseok is too busy being a great host to keep me company.” he adds, voice whiny.
“Where's Namjoon?”
“He and Jungkook are running late, they were held back at work and there’s an event blocking the closest bridge. I’d be surprised if they’re here before at least another hour.”
Yoongi groans. Despite knowing most people here tonight, he really feels most at ease with his closest friends and was looking forward to catching up with them. He understands why Seokjin is hiding.
He curls in on himself for warmth when the thump of footsteps on the concrete stairs makes him look to the side in time to see Jimin arrive, his face split with a big smile.
“Jin hyung, there you are! And Yoongi hyung, you didn't even say hello!”
“You were busy when I arrived.”
“Never too busy for you.”
Yoongi wants to ask who the person he was talking to was and where he is now, but Jimin plops down on a plastic stool and almost topples back, his laughter cutting Yoongi short. Then, Seokin asks him about his life and their friend launches himself in the tale of his past month, made incredibly busy by the start of the new semester.
Yoongi listens for a while but feels himself grow lethargic, the cold numbing his fingertips. His glass is empty so he cannot even try to heat himself up with the bite of alcohol.
“I’m going to get another drink, ‘m freezing,” He drawls as he gets up. “You should get back inside too.”
He slowly makes his way down the stairs, focusing on his feet since the steps are ridiculously high and narrow.
As he reaches the bottom, he lazily lets gravity drive him forward and doesn’t realize there’s someone else there until he collides with another body.
“Oh sorry, are you okay?”
What a nice voice, deep and smooth, the low tone and the hand flying to his arm to stabilize him sending a shiver down Yoongi’s spine. He’s not surprised when he looks up to come face to face with the handsome stranger. Of course his voice would be as beautiful as his face.
“Yeah, sorry,” Yoongi croaks, straightening and stepping aside awkwardly.
“I was going for a smoke. Jimin is up there, right?”
Heat has come back to Yoongi’s body and ascended right to his face, but he still manages to say somewhat coolly, “Yeah, but it’s absolutely freezing and he’s wooing Seokjin, so go up there at your own risk.”
The guy chuckles.
“Really? I don’t wanna interrupt that for him then.” He glances around, looking a little unsure. “I don’t know a lot of people here, though… keep me company?”
“Sure.” Yoongi’s heartbeat picks up. “I’m Yoongi by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Taehyung!” he says with a little bow, stepping to the side to let Yoongi walk first.
They get back inside the living room, where the music has been amped up and most people are now dancing. Yoongi spots a bottle of liquor that he recognizes as a good one on a sideboard and makes his way towards it.
“You seem close with Jimin. How come we never met before?” he asks as he pours himself a drink.
“Ah, I just got back to Korea.”
“Where from? It looks like it was somewhere sunny.” Yoongi raises the bottle towards Taehyung questioningly, but the younger waves his hands no and bows in thanks.
He doesn’t even have a glass, Yoongi realizes. Maybe he should go slow with the alcohol himself.
“You’re right. I was in Nice, French Riviera,” Taehyung says with enthusiasm, like simply mentioning the place conjures joyful memories.
He looks even prettier radiating happiness, Yoongi can’t help thinking
“That city sounds familiar, is there something famous there?” he asks, taking a sip and looking up at Taehyung through his lashes. He knows he looks pretty like this, who can blame him for trying?
“It’s a pretty popular destination for Koreans,” Taehyung answers, staring at him in a way that makes butterflies erupt in Yoongi’s stomach. “There’s also a relatively famous fine art school. That’s why I was there.”
“You just finished school? How old are you?” Yoongi asks, suddenly worried.
“Don’t ask a girl her age, Yoongi-ssi come on,” Taehyung laughs, batting his eyelashes coyly. “I’m younger than Hoseok…”
“You’re under 30 then?”
“What about it?” He asks with a pout.
“That sounds so young,” Yoongi says, scrunching up his face. “And weird. You know? Kind of like how it feels wrong to know some kids are born in the two-thousands.”
“They aren’t kids anymore, hyung,” Taehyung says, shaking his head as he giggles. “You sound like an old man.”
Hyung uh? He did reveal that he was older, and… he sort of likes how the word sounds in Taehyung’s mouth.
They keep on chatting like this for a while, exchanging trivia about their lives and bantering good-naturedly. They’re sometimes joined by other people that all seem drawn to Taehyung’s charm. Yoongi cannot blame them. Besides, he feels a little smug that despite people engaging in conversation with them, Taehyung stays by his side, always seeking Yoongi’s opinion even when he doesn’t feel like he has anything to say on the matter.
The girl that they were talking with about some art exhibition leaves to greet an acquaintance and Taehyung turns to Yoongi.
“I don’t think I can do more socializing and my throat is starting to hurt from speaking over the music,” he says with a sheepish expression.
He’s leaving , Yoongi thinks, disappointment quick to wash over him.
“Do you want to find somewhere a little more quiet, to sit down maybe?”
Yoongi’s stomach does a little flip. Taehyung is staring at him with… expectancy?
It’s absolutely inconceivable that he’s hitting on Yoongi right now, is it?
“Sure,” Yoongi says, trying to keep his face from betraying his thoughts and do something embarrassing.
“This place is actually huge,” Taehyung says as they walk down a hallway with several doors on each side. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to afford an apartment like this.”
“With what you said about your art being picked by the MMCA and catching the interest of a few major galleries, I’m sure that’s not true.”
“I hope so. Or at least that it works enough for me that I don’t feel like a struggling artist my whole life.” Taehyung randomly opens a door as he speaks. “Nice,” he whispers after looking inside with wide eyes.
Yoongi crowds in against his back to see what the room looks like. It’s a sort of office or lounging room with a big desk and a cozy couch, as well as mirrors on the walls. There’s enough space that Yoongi can imagine Hoseok practicing there or at least trying out moves in front of the mirror as he comes up with new ideas for choreographies at home.
“That couch looks comfy,” Taehyung says excitedly, skipping over and dropping onto the cushion with a pleased sigh.
Yoongi sits next to him and he’s acutely aware of how it’s just the two of them now in the dim light and practically in silence. Self-conscious, he can’t get himself to look at Taehyung’s eyes and fidgets with the hem of his sweater’s sleeves.
“Your hair is very pretty,” Taehyung says softly.
Yoongi whips his head up, staring at Taehyung in surprise.
“Sorry, Taehyung says with a shy smile, “It was framing your face right now and you looked very beautiful.”
“It’s crazy hearing that from the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi blurts.
Taehyung giggles at that. He reaches out with his hand and Yoongi stops breathing, stuck staring as Taehyung’s long and elegant finger comes to gently tuck a strand of hair behind Yoongi’s ear. “I love your long hair.”
He doesn’t retract his hand, hovering near Yoongi’s jaw, and Yoongi doesn’t think he can answer the compliment, caught in Taehyung’s gaze. Waiting. Wanting.
He licks his lips tentatively and Taehyung’s dark eyes follow the movement. He looks back at Yoongi and any hesitation he might have had seems to have left him. He lets his hand finally embrace the line of Yoongi’s jaw, soft and warm against Yoongi’s skin, and leans in.
Yoongi parts his lips and lets his eyes close, heart beating fast. He doesn’t see Taehyung drawing nearer, but he feels it when Taehyung breathes out, right against his skin.
And then his lips catch Yoongi’s, slow and deliberate.
Yoongi moves his own lips, dragging them wetly against Taehyung’s and it feels absolutely amazing, sending tingles all over his skin. Taehyung responds in stride, matching Yoongi’s rhythm, like he’s trying to learn what makes him react. He’s a really good kisser and Yoongi gets lost in it, melting against Taehyung’s side as he forgets about everything except the wet glide of Taehyung’s lips against his.
“Been wanting to do this all night,” Taehyung sighs when he withdraws, breathing hard.
“I’m glad you did.”
Taehyung sucks in a breath. “I can… do it again, maybe?”
Yoongi doesn’t give him an answer, pulled in by a mix of attraction and endearment. He surges forward and kisses Taehyung again.
The kiss loses all chasteness, but it’s still sweet; the inside of Taehyung’s mouth and the slide of his tongue, the low puffed out breaths that escape him and sound almost like moans. It stirs something at the bottom of Yoongi’s stomach.
Taehyung’s hand is firm on Yoongi’s jaw, pulling him in and Yoongi lets himself be drawn.
Fuck it, he doesn’t need to play it safe anymore, they’re clearly just as into it. Following his arousal, he throws a leg over one of Taehyung's thighs and straightens so he towers over Taehyung.
Yoongi pulls back and revels in the sight that is Taehyung under him. They’re much closer like this, chests almost pressed together and faces a few centimeters apart. He can see perfectly how Taehyung’s eyes sparkle and the way his long lashes kiss his cheeks. His lips are a little swollen and slick with spit, Yoongi has to resist diving down and biting the pink, plump flesh.
“Woah, you look so…” Yoongi rasps.
“Young? Again, really?” Taehyung challenges with a pout.
“Hot.”
That shuts Taehyung up and Yoongi takes advantage of that by kissing him again. He lets his hands roam over Taehyung’s body, following a path up his chest and sliding them behind his neck. Yoongi tangles his fingers in the curls at the nape of Taehyung’s neck and tugs at them, using that leverage to angle his face the way he wants him.
Taehyung moans and Yoongi uses the occasion to kiss him deeper, thrusting his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth lazily. That seems to do something to Taehyung who grabs Yoongi’s waist and holds onto his shirt with a death grip, pushing him closer.
Yoongi feels Taehyung’s bulge against his leg and heat flares in his belly.
“Oh, you're definitely a big boy,” he groans appreciatively.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines slumping back against the backrest, cheeks a delicious shade of pink.
Yoongi smirks. “You’re quite cute when you’re shy.”
“I’m not shy!” Taehyung says petulantly. “Not usually. I don’t know why you make me lose my composure.”
It’s flattering, knowing he has that kind of effect on Taehyung. Taehyung, who has made every single person at this party fall under his charm with his boyish smiles and his heartfelt comments and yet still feels self-conscious. It’s refreshing compared to all the over-egoed people Yoongi’s dated.
He is quite irresistible and Yoongi is fucked.
Might as well ride with it.
He gives an experimental roll of his hips, his thigh pushing against Taehyung’s erection as his own cock meets the hard muscle of Taehyung’s leg. They groan at the same time and smile at each other, Taehyung looking like he’s drunk on pleasure.
He grips Yoongi’s hip and pulls him down as he thrusts up and that punches a real moan out of Yoongi.
“Fuck, your voice. You sound incredible.”
Taehyung sounds incredible, his voice making Yoongi’s cock twitch.
“Rich coming from you,” Yoongi pants as they work up a rhythm. “You have the nicest baritone I’ve ever heard.”
Taehyung chuckles, the sound turning into a choked sound when Yoongi grinds down.
Things escalate quickly after that. They pant into each other's mouths and move increasingly faster, their movements losing finesse.
Yoongi can feel himself getting there, it would take a little longer but maybe they can do something about it.
He flattens his hand on Taehyung’s stomach, slowly sliding it down towards his crotch. He can’t wait to get his hand on Taehyung, see how big he is with nothing hiding him.
Fuck, he would also give anything to have Taehyung’s long fingers on him. Maybe if he asks nicely…
His cock jolts in his pants at the thought, and he reaches for Taehyung’s pants’ button–
A ringtone blares in the room.
Yoongi almost jumps out of Taehyung's lap, caught just in time by Taehyung who slides his arm around his waist.
“Fuck,” the younger swears as he fumbles to grab his phone from his pocket with his free hand. “Shi–, that’s my brother. I gotta take it.”
He shakes his head, pushes his hair back from his forehead and accepts the call with a swipe of his finger.
“Hyung,” he says in a cheery tone, all traces of lust gone from his expression.
Yoongi can’t hear the voice on the other side very well, but it’s loud enough that he notices it sounds familiar.
A brother, the south of France… A strange sense of foreboding settles in his stomach, heavy like a rock.
When Taehyung hangs up Yoongi is pretty sure he didn’t mistake the face he glimpsed on Taehyung’s phone screen.
He slides down from Taehyung’s lap, slumping on the couch next to him. “Your brother is Namjoon?” he asks with a grimacing smile, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes…” Taehyung says, sounding contrite.
Yoongi feels guilty immediately. Namjoon is one of his best friends, how could he make out with his brother? How could he not even know Taehyung was his brother?
He looks at Taehyung and the other gives him a sheepish smile.
“Fuck,” Yoongi grunts, throwing his arm over his eyes as he tries to regulate his breathing.
“Joon-hyung will be here in five,” Taehyung says, leaning back next to Yoongi.
“Did you know we’re friends?” Yoongi asks. Does he have a right to feel a little betrayed?
“Yeah… “ Taehyung mumbles. “I recognized you the moment I saw you. First, well, you’re on Joonie’s Instagram a lot, and I also remembered your face from a while ago…”
“We met before?”
“Not really, but once you came pick Namjoon up from our place. When you were going on a trip to Busan together, remember? I saw you from the window, thought you looked cool and really beautiful.”
Yoongi feels himself blushing. What the fuck is wrong with him, this is his brother’s best friend! But that doesn’t change the fact that Taehyung is sweet, and kind, and gorgeous.
“I don’t know how Joon is going to take this.”
He considers hiding it from his friend, briefly. But he can’t do that. He doesn’t lie and even less to one of his closest friends–not about almost hooking up with his brother.
They were about to make each other cum in their pants, Yoongi thinks, mortified. Does he have no shame?
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Taehyung says. He’s strangely chill about this and that calms Yoongi a little. “Maybe we should go back to the party?”
The moment they step back inside the living room, Yoongi spots Namjoon. He’s with Jungkook, untying the large scarf wrapped around his neck.
“Hyung” Namjoon exclaims when he notices them standing next to each other. “Taehyung-ah! Oh, are you already trying to seduce Yoongi?”
“Namjoonah–” Yoongi chokes.
“Hyung!” Taehyung whines at the same time.
“What, you’ve asked about this “hyung of mine” too many times for it to be innocent. I know my dongsaeng well.”
Taehyung hides his face in his hands and Yoongi feels like he’s going to explode from how hot his cheeks feel. Namjoon gives him a knowing look and a lopsided smile.
“Has the seducing happened already?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a way Yoongi would call extremely embarrassing.
“You don’t mind?” Yoongi croaks, unable to comprehend how chill Namhoon seems to be about this.
“Not at all, hyung. Aren’t we like family already?”
Relief and affection wash over Yoongi and he thinks he could cry from how much he loves his friend. This evening was a little too much for his nerves.
“Though if you hurt him, I will have to kill you…”
“Fine with me,” Yoongi says with a chortle.
“Will you text me, hyung?” Taehyung asks later that night, as he makes his way to leave with Namjoon “Take me on a date?” Then he seems to rethink what he just said, like he talked too fast, carefully schooling his face into a seducing expression. “We have unfinished business.”
His smile is flirtatious, but the way his eyes sparkle, wide with uncertainty, is unmistakable.
Yoongi glances towards Namjoon, unsure, but his friend catches him looking and gives him a dimpled smile.
“I’ll take you on a date,” Yoongi says. Then spurred on by Taehyung’s delighted expression, he tiptoes to drop a quick peck on his lips.
The wide grin the younger gives him feels precious like a treasure he cannot wait to cherish.