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Are We Sure About This?

Teaser #1 - A Scene from Timeline 1

Warning: Spoilers!!!!!! Don’t read ahead if you don’t want hints for No Angel .

As promised, here is a piece of a future scene from Timeline 1 that takes place during the boys’ competition. It is Taegi, and it is smut.

Taegi | Explicit | Warning: Sexual content.

Tae doesn’t know what any of this means but he knows he loves kissing Yoongi more than anything in his life right now. Yoongi isn’t sure where Tae’s head is at, but he’s dying for this all to mean something.

Left alone for the first time since they started their affair, Tae and Yoongi don’t meant to rush but inevitably move a lot faster than they mean to as they try to take advantage of the privacy. 

For those of you who don’t know the story, this is a scene from:

No Angel, a Yoongi/everyone fic

Set during the year after Answer’s release and their concert tour.

Min Yoongi has spent a life in living hell: living with six hot bandmates who think it’s really funny to flirt and get handsy with him and with each other all the time.

After Yoongi drunkenly comes out as bi, he can’t remember the confession the next day. Taken by surprise, the boys jokingly start a competition to see who Yoongi finds the most attractive in the group. The objective is set to getting a kiss from Yoongi without ever telling him about the competition. Things go downhill fast for all of them as they each realize they are attracted to him, and they start taking things too far beyond what they’d signed up for.

A/N: All the context you need is that nothing else has happened with the other boys during the competition so Tae is the first one Yoongi is doing any of this with.

Crossing a line for a second time, Yoongi’s hands slipped into Tae’s sweats as the younger man watched his expression. The stare made Yoongi nervous but he could tell the meaning behind it: 

Are we sure about this?

Too motivated to doubt, he ghosted a hand over the bulge in Tae’s boxers and watched his eyes flutter shut. He was biting his lip to hold back a sigh but Yoongi felt a little cheated at that. They were finally alone, he wanted to hear Tae. “No one’s home,” he reminded Tae gently, not entirely sure if he was looking to hear Tae get louder or if he was secretly also looking to get more out of this. He and Tae moved fast every time they met like this. He couldn’t help wondering if they’d move fast enough to get them to the next step. He wasn’t even sure if he himself was ready. Tae pulled him in for a kiss, pressing their bodies tighter against each other and moaning when Yoongi’s hand reached into his boxers in reaction. Feeling his fingers on his skin was breathtaking enough but Tae quietly gasped as Yoongi took a light grip around him. “Yoongi,” he whimpered. “No one’s home, Tae.” “No one’s home,” he repeated with a slight falter. Neither of them could dare to say they wanted more but Yoongi was starting to sense Tae was on the same page. Hands wouldn’t be enough this time. Yoongi slid his other hand down Tae’s cheek as they kissed again. It lightly cupped his neck, slid past his collarbone, and lingered on his chest as Yoongi started kissing down his neck. “Baby,” the pet name flew out of Tae’s mouth as if he couldn’t help it. Yoongi tried his best not to react but he let out a quiet chuckle, nerves on fire over how innocent he sounded even in that thick and heavy voice. Before Tae could try to apologize for the pet name again, Yoongi nipped a bite on his neck. Tae whimpered like he was trying to say something through the heaviness of the air around them. “I won’t leave a mark,” Yoongi reassured him. “I don’t care,” Tae sighed out, desperate for Yoongi to touch him more as he thrusted into his grip and triggered his own moan. Yoongi had heard him like this once before but the closet door between them and the others was too thin for Yoongi to be treated to much of a reaction. This time, Tae seemed freer, but louder than he had anticipated. Teasing him a little more, Yoongi closed his eyes and swallowed hard when he heard Tae groan. He decided then to stop teasing and just pump him just to hear more of his taunting noises. He hadn’t expected the deep grunting that followed to affect him so much but soon he was sighing against Tae’s neck and focusing on what action triggered which response. Tae was louder than Yoongi could have imagined, sensitive to touch alone in a way that Yoongi wanted many chances to get used to. Whatever it was that they were doing right now, Yoongi wanted it to become a habit. He wanted to look forward to moments alone with Tae for as long as Tae would allow him. His eyes snapped open when Tae spoke again. “Yoongi, I need you.” He wasn’t sure he heard him right. “What?” “I need you,” he whimpered more desperately. Just as Yoongi debated whether he was sure what the brunette meant, Tae continued. “I want more.” Yoongi was more than ready to accept a request to go down on Tae, but Tae shut down his assumptions quickly as if he could tell what he was thinking. The younger man went down onto his knees before Yoongi could react. “Are you sure, Tae?” Tae nodded, a little shaky. “You’ve never done this before.” “Don’t remind me, hyung,” he said with a nervous chuckle as he reached to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi bit down hard on his bottom lip, willing himself not to give away too much how badly he’d wanted something like this. Tae was timid as he started pumping Yoongi’s length. The shyness and genuine curiosity in Tae’s gaze was only serving to make Yoongi desperate for more before Tae took him into his mouth. The whimper Yoongi let out couldn’t be helped. He’d been wanting this ever since their hookups started. He’d imagined this moment too many times. Seeming pleased, Tae risked trying to go down further on his length as Yoongi stifled a moan. “Baby,” Yoongi whispered the pet name back as he slid his hand into Tae’s hair. He reassured Tae with a sweet caress brushing his hair back, Yoongi also using the gesture to see more of Tae’s face. Getting his attention, Tae looked up at Yoongi with these shy but wide doe eyes that made him bite his lip. He hadn’t been ready to see such an innocent expression on Tae while watching him go down on him. His breath shaky, he moaned when Tae used the opportunity to speed up. Tae was getting used to this, evident by the way he started to manipulate Yoongi into calling his name rather shamelessly. “Baby, please keep going,” Yoongi begged gently as Tae’s pace changed and teased him. Tae pulled away with a loud pop, speaking up before Yoongi could ask what made him stop. His gaze went to the ground. “Hyung, I want you.” He seemed a little scared, like he was making a confession. “What? Tae-“ Yoongi was cut off as Tae used a hand to keep pumping him as he stood and captured Yoongi’s lips in another kiss. “I want more, hyung. Please.” Yoongi couldn’t even think with Tae’s hands on him like this. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he finally asked when he could think again. “Take care of me, Yoongi.”

A/N Final note: Being more of a blueprint than an example, this scene will be edited before the real chapter containing it is posted. It’s subject to change altogether. This was just to give everyone a nice little hint and glimpse at what’s coming up for Taegi and the boys in general.

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It was only a kiss; taegi

Pairing: Kim Taehyung & Min Yoongi; Taegi

Genre: fluff, college/university AU, friends to lovers

Summary: Yoongi is confused why his friend Tae won’t stop kissing his face, but he isn’t about to stop him

Yoongi knows everyone has their own strange quirks. He knows not everyone is the same, and that in itself is one of the beautiful things about the world. He knows people work differently, prefer different things and have different ambitions. He knows and he understands. One thing Yoongi will never understand, however, are those types of people, who enjoy being awake in the morning.

Seven am is for sleeping. It’s for being tucked up in big blankets on cold days. It’s for resting. Seven am is not for hastily getting dressed in your room for your eight o clock lecture. In Yoongi’s mind, no lecture should start earlier than midday. In fact, no social event should start earlier than midday. 

Taehyung is one of these morning people Yoongi fails to understand. Well, he knows without Taehyung he wouldn’t even attend half his morning lectures, but he really doesn’t understand why his flatmate is awake at seven, when his first class is at eleven.

“Why are you awake,” Yoongi grumbles when he sits down at the kitchen, his question comes out more accusing than in need of answer. Taehyung places a mug of coffee in front of him, before grinning and answering anyway.

“I have some stuff to work on, might as well work on it in the morning.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, muttering something about students who hand in work early and how it should give them a zero for being annoying.

Taehyung only laughs, used to the slander that comes with a morning Min Yoongi.

“Aren’t you going to have breakfast?” Yoongi asks, when Taehyung continues to sit there and watch him drink his coffee,

“I told Jungkook I’d grab breakfast with him, which…” He pauses, eyes trailing towards the clock on the wall “…I should be leaving for,”

Yoongi ignores the twist in his stomach, and watches as Taehyung stands from his chair to grab his jacket and bag from the counter,

“I’ll see you after class?” Tae asks, turning back to Yoongi. Yoongi nods, drowning the last bit of his coffee before standing up too,

“Yeah,” he pauses, watches as Taehyung pulls his earplugs out and plugs them into his phone,

“Lower your music when you cross the roads,” he adds softly.

Taehyung stops fiddling with his phone and looks at Yoongi, a small smile on his face,

“Okay,” He replies. He walks over to Yoongi, coming closer, before he’s completely up in all of his personal space,

“See you later, Yoongi” He says, and walks out the door. It takes Yoongi a moment to register the kiss that Tae had planted on his cheek before leaving, and by the time he’s registered that yes, Kim Taehyung had kissed his cheek, he’s already late for his lecture.

—-

It’s late, when it happens again.

Yoongi is tired can feel his eyes slipping shut every few seconds, the weight of sleep pulling him under, but he really needs to finish revising his study notes before he allows it.

Yoongi is lying on the couch, his head in Taehyung’s lap and his notes held out in front of him, shifting between them every few seconds.

Taehyung has one hand in Yoongi’s hair, but it’s no longer scratching his scalp, just lying between the strands. Tae sits on his phone, thumb scrolling through some article that is easily interesting at two in the morning, his assignment long since stranded on the floor after having a mental debate of just dropping out.

“Get some rest,” Taehyung says when Yoongi yawns for the fifth time in a row. His eyes are red and watery due to his constant yawning, and Taehyung is concerned he won’t even make it to the exam he’s so worried for.

“Last three, then I’ll go,” Yoongi says,

“Have you even learnt anything?”

“Of course I have!” Yoongi snaps, but there’s no bite to it- never is, when Taehyung’s around.

“Shall I test you?”

“No.”

Tae laughs, dropping his phone onto the couch and using both his hands to massage Yoongi’s head. Yoongi groans, eyes slipping shut,

“Tae,” He says softly, “Let me concentrate.”

“I’m helping you concentrate.”

“You’re distracting me.”

Taehyung sighs, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair once more, before pulling away.

“You’ll sleep soon right?”

Yoongi nods, and Tae- satisfied- stands up after gently leaving Yoongi’s head on a pillow.

Taehyung leans over him once he stands, and gently presses his lips against Yoongi’s forehead, eyes slipping closed for a second, before standing upright again, “Goodnight, Yoongi” He says softly, before padding out the room.

It takes Yoongi fifteen minutes to understand the six simple words on the next flashcard.

—

Yoongi has gotten used to this habit of Taehyung’s. He gets kisses before Tae leaves the apartment, before they go to bed, when he’s stressed over an exam or a paper is taking longer than he wanted to complete.

The kisses spread over his face, ranging from his cheek, to forehead to nose. When Taehyung can’t reach, he leaves fluttering kisses on the back of Yoongi’s neck, or the top of his head. They make Yoongi feel safe, protected against the lips of his friend, and ignoring the quivering butterflies that set in the pit of his stomach once Taehyung moves away.

Yoongi is glad he keeps Taehyung by his side. Tae knows Yoongi is uncomfortable with strangers, so he keeps him close, makes sure not to wander too far when hitting up a conversation with someone else.

Yoongi watches him talk to Jimin, a boy from one of his lectures, who is practically fluff on legs. Jimin is a boy of wide gestures but muffled giggles, big words and a soft voice. Taehyung towers over Jimin, but Yoongi knows the security isn’t the same.

“You like him,” The voice of Namjoon comes from next to him, and Yoongi is surprised he manages to hear, considering the loud bass and chatter that swallows up everything in the club,

“Who, Jimin?” Yoongi shrugs, “He’s cute, I guess,”

“No-” Namjoon rolls his eyes, but before he can continue, Taehyung’s walking over with Jimin in tow.

“Hyung!” Tae grins, leaning down and planting a kiss against Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi responds by reaching out, his fingers brushing against Tae’s for a second, before he lets the contact finish, “Me and Jimin are going to grab some drinks,”

Yoongi nods, watches him leave, and doesn’t hear Namjoon the first time he clears his throat,

“You guys are dating but you called Jimin cute?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “Dating? Who?”

“Tae! He just kissed you!”

Yoongi raises his other eyebrow, amusement evident,

“You’ve never kissed your friend on the cheek before, Joon?”

Namjoon splutters, and Yoongi is extremely satisfied with the concept of a speechless Namjoon,

“Not like that!” Namjoon says finally,

Yoongi clicks his tongue, standing to fully face him. He’s shorter than Namjoon, but he can get his point across even with his lack of height,

“Like what?”

The younger boy rolls his eyes, obviously finding something really ridiculous here. Yoongi misses it.

“So casually! All fond eyes and small touches, why didn’t you tell us you’re dating?”

“Because we’re not!”

Namjoon rolls his eyes again, crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. He’s really starting to pick up on some of Yoongi’s habits.

“Okay, hyung, whatever you say.”

—

Yoongi likes Sundays, for the sole reason he can wake up late with no worries. He refuses to work on Sundays, which motivates him to finish all his assignments on Friday and Saturday, leaving his Sunday free from any responsibilities- just the way he likes it.

When he finally slips out of the cocoon he’d been living in for the past two hours, he hears two voices in the kitchen. One, definitely belongs to Tae, and the other he vaguely registers as Jungkook’s.

They’re laughing, and as Yoongi edges closer to the kitchen he sees that it is Jungkook. Taehyung stands with his back to Yoongi, and Jungkook stands a little away from him, his side facing Yoongi. Neither of them notice him, and he’s about to make his presence clear when Tae suddenly talks,

“I can’t believe you did that, my boyfriend would hate you.”

Yoongi reels, caught off guard, but manages to steady himself. The two boys are laughing again, yet to notice Yoongi’s presence, and Yoongi silently slips away, the word boyfriend ringing in his ears.

—

It doesn’t strike Taehyung as weird when Yoongi resists his kiss once. He figures Yoongi didn’t realise he was going to be kissed, or maybe he wasn’t in the mood for skin contact at that moment. Either way, Taehyung’s okay with it.

He’s not okay when Yoongi resists a third and a fourth time, obviously avoiding his lips whenever he can.

When Tae doesn’t try kissing him again, afraid of rejection, Yoongi ignores him. He leaves for class early in the morning and only comes home late at night. Tae would be worried if he didn’t know Yoongi was spending his spare hours in the library- studying and working on papers. What does worry Taehyung is the fact that Yoongi has always complained about working in the library, said their apartment is such a better work space, especially with Taehyung checking up on him, making sure he isn’t overworking, and bringing him meals when he forgets to eat.

So Taehyung stays up. It’s half twelve when Yoongi wanders in the apartment. His movements are slow, cautious, and Taehyung is fondly aware that Yoongi is trying not to wake him- thinking he’s asleep.

Taehyung flicks on the living room light, and Yoongi is a scared deer caught in headlights. His eyes are wide, and he stands frozen, his shoes half toed off as his bag clutters to floor.

“Jesus, Tae” He squints at the bright light “You scared the shit out of me.”

Yoongi turns his back towards Taehyung to take his shoes off and pick up his bag.

Tae walks over to where Yoongi stands, and slowly wraps him in his arms, pressing small kisses to the back of Yoongi’s neck before nuzzling into his shoulder.

Yoongi stands frozen the whole time.

“I missed you,” Tae says softly, “I’m glad you’re home.”

Yoongi finds himself slowly relaxing into the younger boy’s arms, a week of a hectic schedule finally catching up to him- but then the word boyfriend revisits his mind, and he’s untangling himself, making a clear distance and diminishing all contact. He avoids Taehyung’s eyes, but doesn’t miss the small whimper that leaves his mouth.

“Why do you keep pushing me away, hyung? You don’t let me touch you anymore, won’t let me kiss you-”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?” Yoongi cuts him off sharply. Taehyung is suddenly really confused,

“What?”

“You don’t have to tell me everything about your private life, Taehyung,” Yoongi starts “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lead me on when you’re already dating someone.” He pauses “I don’t think your boyfriend would be very happy to learn you’ve been kissing me behind his back.”

Taehyung is still startled, so Yoongi continues,

“I heard you talking about your boyfriend to Jungkook the other day-”

And that’s all it takes for a wide grin to split across Taehyung’s face, his eyes scrunched up as a loud laugh falls from his lips.

“Am I missing something, I really don’t see what’s funny-”

“I was talking about you, hyung.” He pauses, laughter died out, and he suddenly looks nervous, “I know we never made anything official- but you were letting me hold you and kiss you and I just thought-” Taehyung sighs, “If you don’t want me, it’s okay, but you don’t have to ignore me for two weeks.”

Yoongi’s eyes are wide. He feels awful.

“Tae I- it’s not like that. I do want you, god, I’ve been struggling since you moved in- but,” Yoongi gives up on words, and pulls Taehyung towards him with his hand. Tae is startled, but allows himself to be pulled forward anyway, and when Yoongi’s hands wrap around his neck, his own finding Yoongi’s hips, he realises that kissing Yoongi’s cheeks, face and nose is nice- but kissing his mouth is a whole other world.

—

Yoongi doesn’t understand many things. Doesn’t understand why the planets are in that particular order, why jam tastes good on bread but not on toast, why the stars shine brighter on certain nights or why mixing all the colours together would make brown. He doesn’t understand why Hoseok doesn’t like coffee, why Seokjin can’t sleep with the window open or why Namjoon can’t sleep with it closed.

But he does understand that the planets never stop spinning because of their order, that some people like jam on toast, that the stars are always shining whether we look or not and that the lack of one colour wouldn’t create the right shade. He understands that Hoseok doesn’t like coffee but drinks it to keep him on his feet, and that Namjoon and Jin don’t particularly care about the window, when they’re cuddled close together.

He understands that the reasons why things work isn’t always important, as long as they are working. He understands that kissing Taehyung, waking up next to him and loving him unconditionally will one day become a routine, something he does without a second thought.

And as long as the planets keep spinning, the stars keep shining and his friends keep squabbling, Yoongi knows he won’t stop loving.

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