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It’s the first time Yoongi wakes up to Taehyung’s incessant flipping and flopping, and he is slightly annoyed. It’s approximately two thirty in the morning, five hours from Yoongi’s music history lecture and the less sleep he gets the more he looks like a walking corpse, and while Yoongi couldn’t care less, he would rather not fall asleep in the middle of one of his favorite classes.
So with a heavy sigh, Yoongi says into the open darkness, “Tae, please go to sleep.” and he tries to voice it softly, not wanting to upset the man that has been the cause of these fucking feelings that have been stuffing up Yoongi’s heart and head.
Everything falls silent as soon as Yoongi says that, the blankets across the room no longer rustling in the deep inky black. A soft whisper of, “sorry,” follows a final fluff of pillows, along with creaking of springs in the mattress and there is silence. Yoongi wants to be happy that he can finally fall asleep again, after all, being a senior in college meant you rarely got two hours if you were lucky, but all Yoongi feels when he hears Taehyung’s labored breaths, clearly not asleep yet, is that ‘i need to help him.’
Even before Yoongi let his feelings catch up with him, realizing that maybe what he felt for Taehyung wasn’t just friendly, he had been weak for Taehyung. From small things like cooking dinner or grabbing something on his way back from the college, to big things like helping Taehyung with basic essays that he could never concentrate on because his mind went a mile a minute. Yoongi was always there to help, and he wasn’t prepared to give that up now.
“Tae? Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, trying to somehow peer into the darkness and Taehyung’s stiff body under the comforter. One beat, two beats, three beats go by before breathing, unsteady and sporadic, can be heard from Taehyung’s bed.
No matter what, Taehyung is more important than sleep, Yoongi thinks as he throws the blanket off himself, bare feet jerking at the cold floor underneath them. Yoongi clicks the lamp on beside Taehyung’s bed, watching as the light washes over the latter. Bright streaks from tears light up from the new rays, and Taehyung tries to bury deeper into the blanket, but Yoongi stops him, sitting on the bed and resting a hand on Taehyung’s hair.
A soft sniff and Taehyung pokes his head out, bottom lip jutted out, trying to hold in the tears as he says, “I’m sorry, I can’t sleep.”
Yoongi didn’t think his heart could melt any more for Taehyung but at this moment he felt both his heart and brain disintegrate into ash. So he flips the blanket back, eyes widening slightly at how Taehyung is curled up, hands clasped in front of his bare chest, knees almost hitting his chin. “Taehyungie, do you want me to lay with you?” He asks quietly, now sitting closer to the vulnerable man. The change in nickname has Yoongi both cringing and scooting closer to Taehyung, knowing the latter really likes when he uses all these nicknames.
This isn’t new news to Yoongi, he’s been smitten with Taehyung for a while, whether he knew it or not, and he’s noticed the dark circles that always seem to highlight Taehyung’s dark brown eyes. Yoongi was too scared to say anything, thinking that maybe it’s just something that happens or maybe he’s just being ridiculous and his own eyes were tricking him. Now he realizes that he wasn’t just seeing things, and something is wrong.
“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.” Taehyung straightens out a bit, gripping the edge of the blanket and about to pull it back over him. “Besides, you have class soon, you need sleep.” As soon as Taehyung says that, he turns around, his back to Yoongi.
Yoongi shakes his head, wishing that Taehyung wasn’t as stubborn as himself. Instead of causing even more hypothermia to his feet (and a little bit because of Taehyung), Yoongi quickly pulls back the comforter again, slipping into the bed and cradling Taehyung’s body. The latter freezes, turning quickly in Yoongi’s arms. “Shhh, I’ll be here if you need me Tae. Take deep breaths.” From his own panic attacks, Yoongi has learned that breathing is the best relief.
As Taehyung follows Yoongi’s instructions, air sucking in through his nose and cascading out through his mouth, Yoongi rests his hand on Taehyung’s back, fingers pressing softly into his skin and massaging the tense muscles there. The warm air hits Yoongi’s bare chest, and it makes him relax a bit, hand now just lightly gliding up and down Taehyung’s spine. The way Taehyung’s lips hover over Yoongi’s pulse point, the soft eyelashes that flutter against his skin when Taehyung blinks.
Yet Taehyung’s eyes don’t stay closed, instead, they rapidly blink, and Yoongi speaks again. “Taehyungie, calm down.” All Yoongi should be focusing on is comforting Taehyung as friends, and they have cuddled together before, usually only on really cold nights or nights when Yoongi (unadmittedly, of course) becomes too scared of the storm raging above them. Now, though, is the only time Yoongi has ever comforted Taehyung like this, to this degree. “Just focus on my breathing, okay?”
When Yoongi says that, he feels the prickles of hair on his chest as Taehyung nods, and almost immediately, the latter moves his head further onto Yoongi, ear hovering above his heart. Instinctively, Yoongi tightens his hold on Taehyung, bringing him impossibly closer.
Nearly an hour later, after climbing into the bed and watching Taehyung’s eyes finally droop closed, breath evening out and fingers relaxing against Yoongi’s torso, the latter allows his own eyes to shut, his fingers never once leaving Taehyung’s hair.
A hand caressing his hair wakes Yoongi up, eyes cracking open, and the first thing he sees is the smiling face of Taehyung. He jumps back, head pressing into the pillow and hands grasping at the sheet that lays messed up around him.
“Good morning!” Taehyung bounces slightly on the bed, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and pulling the completely unwilling to move man up into the sitting position. “You have a class soon, you should get up.”
Taehyung bounces again, and Yoongi is painfully aware of his best friends butt pressing into his hips, the heat suddenly rising from the large comforter. Through the somewhat uncomfortable and very arrousing pressure, Yoongi smiles, curling his legs in an attempt to both get out of bed and relieve the almost growing erection that would certainly make everything awkward.
“I’m getting up, jeez, Tae.” Yoongi rubs at his eyes, resting his feet on the floor and sighing at the now warmer temperature. “I really should get to class, holy shit.” The clock on the bedside dresser reads a crisp seven thirty in the morning, and Yoongi physically feels his heart race. His class starts in exactly half an hour and God forbid if he tries to walk in the room late, he’ll get metaphorically and literally skinned alive by his professor.
Somehow, Yoongi makes it out the door, dressed and somewhat clean, within ten minutes, but not before Taehyung stops him at the door, shoving his headphones and backpack that he had almost forgotten. “You really are so forgetful, Yoonie. Here you go.” Before Yoongi can leave, though, Taehyung tightens his hold on the former’s shoulder, biting his lip and staring at Yoongi’s tattered Converse. “Thank you, for last night. I had probably the best night sleep in a while, you’re the best.”
It takes another five minutes for Yoongi to leave the doorway to their apartment, what with the three minutes spent chatting with Taehyung about his very inadequate memory (though who can blame him, he was in a rush), and the two minutes spent staring at Taehyung’s eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks. Yes, they are really that thick and long. “It’s no problem, Tae. You would do the same for me.” In fear of being late, Yoongi turns around and leaves the apartment before Taehyung can look up, because God forbid they lock eyes, Yoongi would be stuck there for years.
Yoongi does, however, pause outside the now shut front door, smiling to himself and clutching his huge textbook closer to his chest.
As he arrives, Yoongi catches the door at the exact same time as his teacher, clutching his book and bowing towards her as he holds the door. “Good morning, Mrs. Ahn.”
Really, he would be terrified of the sly smile that makes it’s way on her face, but he isn’t worried because she steps beside him and grasps the door, motioning for him to go ahead in the classroom, where many students are staring him down through the doorway and Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok, waves his hands from the back towards him. “Go ahead, Yoongi. I’ll consider you on time.”
Yoongi rushes to the back of the room, ignoring the looks from his classmates because he suspended class by two minutes and they aren’t that busy that two minutes matters anyways. “Hey Hobi, I’m glad I made it.” He smirks as he slides into the seat next to the laughing and clapping loudmouth.
“Yea, what took you that long anyways, finally get with the love of your life?” Hoseok slaps Yoongi’s shoulder, but when Yoongi’s cheeks tint with pink and mouth remain shut, the former’s lips form a perfect zero, limbs spasming in their places as Hoseok tries to remain as quiet as he can. “No fucking way dude! You actually did it?!”
Yoongi finally gains control of his vocal cords and shakes his head, opening his textbook and planner before continuing with his motion. “No, I didn’t. I helped him sleep last night - no! Not like that, you pervert. I mean he was having trouble sleeping so I gave him some tips, you know, I don’t sleep well either so I was helping him.” By now, Yoongi has realized he’s been rambling so he shrugs his shoulders, focusing towards the front and copying down the assigned reading and essay project for the week.
“Whatever you say, dude, but you gotta do something, your so obvious, even more so than my crush on Jeongguk was. Yea, I just went there.” Hoseok chuckles, and Yoongi remembers those fateful days when Hoseok’s very obvious eyes always lingered on Jeongguk no matter where they were. The only exception is that they worked out, Hoseok finally getting the confidence to ask Jeongguk out and them having been dating for nearly two years. Yoongi is sure his predicament won’t end up that fairytale-like.
After an hour and a half of music history, a subject that Yoongi says he can never get tired of, but after running on little sleep, he’s pretty tired of it, he and Hoseok numbly stretch their legs in the elevator, heads lolling and hands clutching the metal rail running the perimeter of the tiny metal box.
As they both exit, they were greeted by a very enthusiastic Jeongguk, nearly launching himself into Hoseok, the latter catching his boyfriend and kissing his cheeks excessively. “No ‘hello’ for me huh?” Yoongi asks Jeongguk, and just as the latter is about to answer, all three of them freeze, mouths open wide enough for a colony of bees to fit into.
Standing outside the building is Taehyung, carrying two bags of what looks like boxes of food, and a tray of two coffees in the other. “Holy shit.” Hoseok whispers, and Yoongi ignores the next comment of, “You sure you all just ‘slept’, innocent context, with each other?” Yoongi also ignores the loud gasp for Jeongguk and the soft whisper, “They slept together?”
The smile on Taehyung’s face immediately makes Yoongi smile as well, suddenly grateful he put his book in his backpack and his arms are free to catch the flying bag food that is suddenly chucked in the air.
“Surprise?” Taehyung stands awkwardly, tray of coffees still occupying his other hand, and as Hoseok and Jeongguk walk up, hands linked together, Taehyung starts explaining. “I know you maybe didn’t get a lot of sleep because of me last night, and you didn’t eat anything this morning, sorry about that, by the way, so I brought food and coffee. I also know your teacher likes to assign essays on Monday’s so this should help when we get back.”
Yoongi had zoned out at “sleep”, staring at the very pink color of Taehyung’s lips that contrast to his beautifully tanned skin, all leading to dark eyes that stay connected to his throughout his very long speech. Yet Yoongi can’t find it in himself to stop smiling, and his muscles only relax when he grabs his coffee, gesturing to the nearest empty table. “Let’s eat outside, it’s nice.”
“Can we join in for a couple minutes? I have a class soon so I promise we will leave you some alone time.” Hoseok looks at Yoongi as he says it, and Jeongguk glares at his boyfriend for a moment before smiling and nodding.
Taehyung looks reluctant, but Yoongi is still afraid of the awkwardness that may arise, because, well, he’s himself, and Taehyung is very different. Maybe they had different thoughts of last night, and Yoongi is fully ready to bury himself under his covers and never come out to face anyone again if this ends badly, the least he can do is spend some time with his other friends while it’s there. “Sure, but I’ll be eating the whole time, I’m hungry as fuck.”
Yoongi leads them all over to a table, sitting down and watching as Hoseok drags Jeongguk to one side, squeezing them in the small seat together. Somehow, it works, what with their legs tangled together and Jeongguk’s arms wrapped around Hoseok’s neck for support. Out of his peripheral vision, Yoongi can see Jeongguk’s fingers playing with the hair at Hoseok’s nape, and the latter leaning back into the touch with a soft look in his eyes.
He would never admit it, but Yoongi is jealous of their relationship, how easy and caring it looks and how in love with each other they are. But he ignores the twisting in his stomach as he looks at Taehyung, whose eyes are also locked on the couple.
Instead, Yoongi opens the bag, smiling up at Taehyung, who is now looking at him. “Delicious.” Pulling out his meal, two chicken biscuits and a small order of french fries, spreading it before him and instinctively patting Taehyung on the head softly. “I’m starting to think we know each other too much.” It’s a good thing in Yoongi’s mind, he’s never known anyone this well in his life, and it’s comforting, really comforting.
“Just eat, Yoonie, then we will go back to the apartment, I don’t have a class today, thank goodness.” Taehyung smiles, taking a huge bite of one of his three cheeseburgers in front of him. That man can eat a whole food truck and still claim to be hungry.
“Man, Mrs. Ahn was so nice to you this morning, she always lets you answer the questions and praises all your essays.” Hoseok comments offhandedly, amazed expression on his face. Yoongi shrugs, still chewing his chicken biscuit, but looking up at Taehyung, who has paused, eyes raising up to catch Hoseok’s expression.
“Because I actually care about music history, unlike the sophomores and juniors who could give no fucks about it.” Yoongi retorts, watching out of the corner of his eye as Taehyung visibly relaxes, hand shooting out to steal some of Yoongi’s fries. “Hey, get your own damn fries.” Yoongi tries to slap Taehyung’s hand away, but the latter is too fast, shoving the bundle of salted potato sticks into his mouth with a smile.
Yoongi smiles back, before glaring at Hoseok, “You have to take this class as a prerequisite, at least I give a shit about the life span of Mozart and the impact of his pieces on modern music.” As he speaks, he slowly inches his fries towards Taehyung, raising his eyebrows when the latter goes in for another batch of fries.
“Yea, yea, I just have to get through this and I can take as many dance classes as I want.” Hoseok shoots back, checking his watch over Jeongguk’s shoulder and raising his eyebrows, “Looks like that’s our que to go, baby. I’ll walk you to your class.” Jeongguk nods as they both get up, Hoseok clapping Yoongi on the shoulder and squeezing for a second before walking away, “Bye guys, I’ll text you later Yoongs!” Yoongi looks back at them and Hoseok winks at him before motioning to Taehyung and walking off, arm secure around Jeongguk’s waist.
Turning back to Taehyung, Yoongi opens the wrapper to his next sandwich, promptly biting into it as they are now plunged into silence. It’s a nice silence, though, both of them indulging in their food as people pass them by, having their own conversations and living their own lives. Yoongi only breaks the precious silence when he shyly whispers, “You know, you didn’t have to do that. I would have been okay until I got back to the apartment.”
When Yoongi looks up from his now empty second wrapper, he is startled to see Taehyung’s eyes staring straight at him, a frown tugging at the latter’s lips. “Yea I did. I don’t know how to express my gratitude, you really helped me last night. And I mean it when I said it’s the best night sleep I have had in so long.” Taehyung smiles, but it’s soft and sincere.
It only makes Yoongi’s stomach clench more, heart pumping faster as his own lips tilt into a small smile. “Well I’ll sleep with you more if it helps that much.” The words hadn’t meant to come flying out, it’s only what Yoongi was thinking and as always his brain had to go screwing things up.
Before Yoongi can backtrack, sprint to the apartment and quickly collect his things, moving out and trying to forget that ever happened, Taehyung smiles wider, mouth parted slightly and Yoongi has to clench his hands into fists, nails biting into the skin, to stop himself from leaning forward and connecting their lips. “You would really do that? That means so much, you’re the best.” Taehyung quickly jumps up, hands grabbing at Yoongi’s plain black t-shirt and pulling him up into a hug.
Yoongi freezes for a moment, before his arms instinctively wrap around Taehyung’s neck, nose barely touching the latter’s skin. His eyes close for a moment, and Yoongi feels Taehyung bury his face into his black hair, he also feels the warm breath hitting his scalp and the smile gracing Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung is the one to pull apart first, hands still resting on Yoongi’s waist delicately. Their faces are close, too close for normal friends, but neither notice, and Yoongi is too focused on the feeling of Taehyung’s hands on his hips and the beautiful eyes staring slightly down at him to really hear what Taehyung is saying, but he does catch the, “well, if you insist.” and something about going back to the apartment before the warmth is gone and Taehyung is sprinting away, bag in hand, screaming “Race you!”
Although Yoongi leisurely jogs, his own bag of trash in his hand, a smile graces his face.
When Yoongi finally makes it to the apartment, the door is already unlocked, and having thrown away his trash one building back, Yoongi stops for a moment, hands on his knees and breaths coming out quickly.
Once he finally catches his breath, Yoongi opens the door to the apartment, noting the soft music flowing from the speakers in Taehyung’s “writing room” (it’s really just the dining room table, but Taehyung has effectively claimed it for his own, not that Yoongi minds.) There’s also a note on the coffee table, ‘got a spark of inspiration, don’t know how long I’ll be, go ahead and take a nap or something, I’ll wake you up!! -Taehyungie’
Yoongi figures that isn’t a bad idea, and quietly makes his way down the hallway, collapsing on his bed, backpack falling to the floor beside him, forgetting about the essay due next Monday and focusing instead on the feeling of Taehyung’s warm body snuggling up against him. And so Yoongi falls asleep with thoughts of Taehyung’s heart shaped lips and warm hands.
Like always.
Yoongi wakes up a bit disappointed, to be honest, nothing but the sheet that Taehyung must have covered him with is draped over him, instead of the much prefered warm body and heavy head on his chest. But who’s complaining?
The first thing Yoongi does is check the clock, seeing it’s nearing the nighttime, and his stomach is rumbling again, and that’s the last straw that prompts Yoongi to get up, arms stretching over his head before he walks over to his dresser. Grabbing the first thing that he sees, he throws it on, noticing how the shirt is just a little bit more baggy and longer than he thought, but it’s warm so he doesn’t mind.
As quietly as he can manage, Yoongi walks barefoot towards the dining room and connecting kitchen, peeking through the doorway and seeing a tired looking Taehyung, eyes open wide and staring at the computer screen. Yoongi isn’t as stealthy as he thought, though, because before he can turn around and go back to his room, Taehyung’s head snaps towards the doorway, lips quirking as he greets, “Hey Yoonie.” His eyebrows raise as he looks Yoongi up and down. “You know you’re wearing my shirt right?”
Yoongi speaks as softly as possible, eyes wide and brain malfunctioning from the new information, but also knowing Taehyung gets headaches when he gets like this, “Hey Tae, how are you doing? Did you get really far?” Yoongi chooses to ignore the last question, knowing that he will only dig himself into a deeper hole. He also knows that while Taehyung is very in love with writing, it also drives him batshit crazy sometimes, with times of losing inspiration in the middle of a piece or not even knowing how to start.
His question is met with a groan, and a very frustrated looking Taehyung nearly headbutting his computer, “I know I can do it,” He motions to his computer, “But I just keep staring at the damn screen with nothing coming to mind.” Yoongi nods along, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing two packets of ramen, starting the water all while turning to look at Taehyung.
“How about we eat and you try to get some sleep, I’ve got my fill for now, and you really need it.” Yoongi quickly stirs the ramen, adding the flavor packet and putting them in bowls before bringing them over to Taehyung and the table. “Here, eat.” He grabs Taehyung’s laptop, scooting it over and shutting it, forcing Taehyung to focus on the food.
“Thank you. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be a functioning human without you.” Taehyung chuckles as he quickly slurps down the noodles, stomach rumbling as he fills it with chicken flavored noodles.
“Yea, probably. But that’s why I’m here.” Yoongi jokes, quickly eating his own noodles, the warmth traveling down his throat and warming him from his insides. The warmth, however, doesn’t compare to when Taehyung is close to him. “I think I may work on my music history essay a bit, try to get the first draft done. You should try to get some sleep, it’s nearly nine at night, and you have an early class.”
For a moment, Taehyung looks like he is going to get up, so Yoongi stands, grabbing both bowls and quickly washing them before turning around and still seeing the former there. Yoongi tries to speak, but Taehyung cuts him off with a timid whisper. “Could you lay with me? I promise I’ll let you work on your essay tomorrow.”
Although the crunch of the essay is looming over him, Yoongi nods and smiles, walking towards the doorway and turning back only when he doesn’t hear Taehyung following. Yoongi knows this is dangerous territory, that he will get pulled too deep and fall even more for the lovable dork that is his roommate and one of his best friends. But that doesn’t stop him from looking back at the now shy Taehyung and asking, “You coming, Taehyungie?”
Yoongi is very grateful when he awakes the next morning, still tangled in Taehyung’s embrace, from both knowing that wasn't a dream and remembering that he has no classes today, it can be spent working on his essay while Taehyung is in his two classes that will take up most of the morning.
So he slowly gets up, much to the distress of Taehyung, who grabs at Yoongi’s (Taehyung’s) shirt, but Yoongi gains the strength to break from the strong hands, now looming over the very peaceful looking Taehyung. Dark hair splays over the pillow under Taehyung’s head, creating a makeshift halo and Yoongi takes an extra second, probably way longer than he should have, to admire the cutest and most beautiful man on the Earth.
That’s pushing it, but at this point, Yoongi thinks the sun shines out of Taehyung’s ass. (He’d also really like to touch said ass, but that’s something that for another time.)
Finally, Yoongi decides to wake Taehyung up, fingers wrapping around the wrists that still lay in his hands. “Taehyungie, wake up, you have classes today.” With a slight shake, Taehyung cracks open his eyes, vision travelling down Yoongi’s torso and coming back up to his eyes. A loud groan echoes through the apartment, and Taehyung turns away from Yoongi, burrowing even deeper into the blanket. “Nope, sorry. You can sleep when you get home.”
Taehyung eventually sits up, lips pushed into a pout and back crunched in a hunch. “I’m going, I’m going, geez. Why did I even sign up for eight in the morning classes anyways?” He mumbles to himself as he walks over to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower.” Taehyung directs that to Yoongi, now sitting on the side of the bed and scrolling through his phone. May as well do some work early so he really has to stay up too.
“Don’t take too long, you have like an hour.” Yoongi comments offhandedly as Taehyung shuts the door. The sound of the running water can be heard from the connecting bedroom, and Yoongi absentmindedly scrolls through Twitter, something both Hoseok and Taehyung made him acquire years ago as a way of seeing “All the new memes.”
New posts of things happening in his friends lives, mixed with other random stuff people have retweeted. Honestly, it’s only an excuse to not think about Taehyung in the shower at that very moment. Yoongi can imagine the warm water, probably somewhat like the warmth that consumed him while Taehyung remained curled on his chest. He can see Taehyung’s body under the water, tanned and smooth, nipples a lighter color than the rest of his body.
Yoongi shakes his head, frowning at how his thoughts sometimes get the best of him. His own brain isn’t always full of vile imagery, though. Sometimes it’s about pressing light kisses to Taehyung’s face, listening to the giggles that erupt from the latter’s wide smile. Sometimes it’s about holding Taehyung’s hand, fingers intertwined as they walk back to their apartment, talking about their classes and paying no attention to how Taehyung swings their linked hands happily. Sometimes it hurts more than if Yoongi always had dirty thoughts, because true feelings can’t be snuffed by jerking off or suppressing the thoughts.
“Ahh, much better!” Taehyung steps out, towel wrapped around his hips, front falling dangerously low. He smiles widely, stepping over to his dresser and pulling out a warm outfit. Standing in front of Yoongi for a moment, the steam from the shower pours out into the room. Taehyung’s hair is still dripping wet, strands becoming a darker brown that his normal color, now passing in front of his eyes because the damn man is too stubborn to regularly cut his hair. “You know that was the longest I’ve slept since high school. You’re really magical Yoonie.” Taehyung smiles wide, pointing in Yoongi’s direction before turning around and entering the now free of steam bathroom.
Yoongi licks his lips, shaking his head and burying himself under Taehyung’s blanket, phone falling next to him. A loud sigh escapes his mouth, brain punishing himself for thinking of Taehyung’s tanned skin, his thighs and his chest and every single inch of him. He’s too deep, he should really stop, but it also feels nice to be so connected to someone like this. Even if it could hurt him, it’s like he’s flying on top of the world.
Somewhere between rethinking his life choices and daydreaming of Taehyung’s large smile and heart shaped lips, Yoongi falls asleep, head now poking up from the blanket and lips parted slightly.
Yoongi doesn’t remember Taehyung leaving, all he remembers is the shuffling of a backpack and a quiet sound of a door closing and locking before he goes back into dreamland.
When he wakes up, Yoongi check the clock and thanks the heavens that he only slept an hour, and that he has time to work on his essay. It takes ten minutes, but Yoongi finally gets up and slinks over to his backpack, digging into it and quickly pulling out his laptop.
He had already read the textbook back to front, understanding pretty much all of it, and what he doesn’t he can just look up, so the essay seemed simple enough. Yet he can’t get rid of the sight of Taehyung’s peaceful face, sleeping on his chest and hands grasping his torso. Really, Yoongi has noticed Taehyung being more touchy, but that may be a fault of his own, considering he opened up the gates for it on Sunday night.
“God fucking damn it.” Yoongi says after an hour of smashing his keyboard, a large sigh leaving his mouth and head lolling forwards so his chin hits his chest. Deciding that this seems like a stopping point, his draft nearly halfway done, Yoongi sets his open laptop to his left, folding his legs and grabbing his phone.
Yoongi calls the first person he can think of, who is also the only one who can keep him busy for while on the phone. “Hey Hobi.”
“Yoongs! What’s up? You never call me like this.” Hoseok answers the phone quickly, startling Yoongi with his loud scream of a greeting and immediate accusatory question.
Yoongi feigns hurt, putting a hand to his chest before he remembers that Hoseok can’t see him. “Maybe I just wanna talk to my best friend?”
“Mhm, I get it, Tae is at his class and you have nothing to pass the time, right?” Yoongi can physically hear the smirk in Hoseok’s voice, and as much as he wants to shoot Hoseok down, prove him wrong... He really can’t.
So Yoongi stutters, trying to find some sort of answer that won’t feed into Hoseok’s non-visible, sly expression on the other side of the phone. “No, actually I just got up and was working on my essay. I am bored of staring at all these words and I decided to call my best friend.”
He’s rambling again, but Yoongi doesn’t care, instead, he continues on, brain floating towards one of the only things it’s ever on. “But Tae is at his last class of the day and I may make some lunch for him, or go pick him up. I’m not sure.”
From the other side, Hoseok laughs loudly, and another voice, deeper like they just woke up, rumbles, “Babe, be quiet, trying to sleep.” Ruffles insue, and Yoongi can only guess that Jeongguk is grabbing at Hoseok and wanting to cuddle. Something Taehyung does to him.
There’s some more rustling, and Hoseok mumbles something unintelligible before he directs his attention back to the phone. “Why don’t you just walk up to him after class and kiss him straight on the mouth? I mean, it will solve all of our problems with you and your very obvious crush.”
“I swear, Hoseok, I’m going to hurt you. That’s stupid, I don’t wanna get rejected.”
“Wow, first your obvious, and you’re oblivious.” Hoseok chuckles, “Anybody with eyes can see how Taehyung literally can’t keep his eyes off you, and it doesn’t always look so innocent either.”
Yoongi feels his cheeks heat up, frown deep seating itself on his face. He can’t understand why anyone would think that Taehyung has even an inkling of romantic feelings towards him. The hyper man is touchy as it is, hands always flying around and landing around shoulders, hugs being thrown out like money at a strip show. It’s an unrealistic idea being put in his brain, and Yoongi needs to stop it before he gets out of hand.
“I highly doubt it, Hobi. Taehyung is… Taehyung. And I’m just me, he should definitely have someone better.” Yoongi says, huffing out a breath from his nose and pouting his lips slightly. “Well, this was a nice chat, Hobi, but I really have to finish this draft, and you should too. I know you haven’t even started.”
Yoongi desperately wants to hang up, not bother with Hoseok’s retort because it may or may not have the word “Taehyung” and Yoongi is over thinking about how his roommate and friend definitely doesn’t feel the way he does.
“I hate to admit you’re right, but, you’re right. At least I’m getting some ass though, unlike you.” Hoseok is constantly oversharing everything, and Yoongi shakes his head, about to respond before Hoseok continues talking, “But I’ll let you go, I’m gonna work on the essay while Gguk catches some Z’s. Bye Yoongs, good luck!”
And Hoseok hangs up, leaving Yoongi to stare at his phone in disbelief. But he doesn’t dwell on it too much, choosing instead to flip up the covers and shuffle out into the kitchen. Grabbing the leftover chicken meal from the night before, Yoongi also gets two small plastic containers to put them in. He heats his own up, chewing lightly while he stares at the food. Yoongi also leaves a container of chicken in the microwave for when Taehyung gets home from his class.
Yoongi walks back into the bedroom, quickly grabbing his laptop and working towards his final essay. He’s finally done with the initial copy when he feels his eyelids droop, the tendrils of sleep clutching at his brain and pulling him under. There is just enough time for Yoongi to set his computer aside before he collapses on the pillow.
Pulled from his dream, Yoongi feels a press of something wet against his head. At first, he thinks it’s Taehyung or Hoseok pranking him, pouring water on his head. But a puff of breath right above the pressure on his forehead had Yoongi freezing in his place. Those are lips, someone is kissing his forehead, and if it’s who he thinks it is, his whole mindset had been fucked.
As he thought, Yoongi cracks open his eyes when the pressure is gone, vision clearing just enough to see Taehyung’s back walking over to the dresser, changing his shirt and pants into sweatpants and a familiar shirt that looks like the one that is still hanging off Yoongi’s body.
Trying to be as inconspicuous as he can, Yoongi groans, turning over on his right side before slowly cracking open his eyes. Immediately, Taehyung turns around, smiling, “You’re up! Thanks for leaving some chicken for me, I needed it after my long fucking classes.”
Yoongi debates what to say, and decides completely against bringing up what he just felt, as Taehyung probably doesn’t know that Yoongi was awake. “It’s nothing, how were your classes?”
“Fucking boring, it was everything about the South American empires, and who even builds temples on mountains?” Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, the strands parting around his fingers and his eyebrows lifting along with the drag of his hand. “And, on top of that, I am so close to finishing this story, but I can’t think of anything! I think I may go try to work on it for a while.”
“It’s okay, Taehyungie. You’ll get through it. Go ahead and work on your story, I’ll be up here if you need my cuddles or help.” Yoongi says, pulling his laptop into his lap and opening the next page for his essay
Taehyung nods, walking over and standing next to the bed, hand reaching out to softly rest on Yoongi’s head. The latter looks up through his lashes at Taehyung, smiling at how the light shines behind him and makes him glow like a literal angel.
As Taehyung walks out of the doorway, Yoongi lets out a large breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding in, hands hitting his keyboard as he stares at the blank white screen meant for his final essay.
Needless to say, Yoongi didn’t get much done that day.
For the next couple of days, things settle into a rhythm that is completely different from the previous weeks.
Nights consist of Yoongi laying still, hand caressing Taehyung’s bare back and feeling the latter’s eyes slowly shut, breaths fanning out and warming Yoongi from the outside, along with the hands that grasp at Yoongi’s torso, wrapping around his hips and clinging for dear life. Deep breaths along with occasional tears hit the blanket, but so do comforting words and whispered compliments.
Days of music history class and producing 101 pass by quickly, and Yoongi is met with a smiling Taehyung every time. And vice versa, Yoongi makes sure to stand right in front of the doors (at the expense of his own social awkwardness), so Taehyung doesn’t think Yoongi abandoned him. Hoseok still makes fun of Yoongi and how “fucking obvious you are” but his spirits have been lifted since the small kiss on his forehead.
Neither of the two voice the small accidents, the times when Taehyung’s lips would brush just a little too close to Yoongi’s face, inches away from his lips, or when Yoongi would wait outside the building, someone would come up to them and say they were a cute couple. It both hurt and lifted Yoongi up, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Taehyung felt the same way.
It’s Sunday night at exactly midnight when Yoongi finally decides he’s lost his mind.
“Fuck, God damnit.” He grumbles, holding his head in his hands, his computer screen being wiped for the fourth time that night, the ideas flying from his head and hitting the screen, dead. By his own volition, Yoongi has deleted everything he had worked on, citing excuses that whatever he is writing is definitely not what the teacher wants, and with this being his second to last semester of college, he has to work his ass off or else his job at the production company will definitely be no more.
The sheets around him rustle as Yoongi lets his hands drop to his sides, his bedside lamp illuminating his pale hands. Really, Yoongi had been up since Saturday morning, nearly 48 hours of no sleep and you could say he brain is hinging on coming undone and staying shut.
“Yoonie? You’re still awake?” Taehyung asks after half an hour, when Yoongi starts reciting the essay under his breath. Of course, Taehyung is up as well, what with his insomnia (as he had told Yoongi on Wednesday in response to the question, “why can’t you sleep all night, anyways?”) so he looks up from the pillow his face was buried in. The light both from the lamp and computer screen illuminate Yoongi’s dark circles and somewhat shaking hands.
“Yea, it’s okay, lay back down, I’ll be there soon.” Yoongi knows that Taehyung can’t sleep well without him, but his mind is hell bent on the essay and the fact that modern music is a complete turnaround from hundreds of years ago.
“Did you meet the essay requirements?” Taehyung says, sitting up completely and walking over to Yoongi’s bed, when the latter nods quietly, he quickly grabs the laptop and pulls Yoongi up. “Well then you are coming to lay with me, you need sleep, Yoongi. It’s okay to get a not A+ grade every once in awhile.” He softly tosses the computer onto Yoongi’s bed, effectively saving and sending in the document while cradling Yoongi’s body.
Yoongi starts to protest, a half coherent mumble that both does and doesn’t make sense to Taehyung. “Shh, it’s okay, I’m getting you to bed.” Taehyung watches Yoongi plop onto the bed, arms outstretched towards him in an open invitation.
“Come here, Taehyungie. Cuddle me please.” Yoongi whines, his sleep deprived brain lacking a filter, and really, who is Taehyung to deny him? So he slowly shifts onto the bed, head resting right above Yoongi’s heart, breaths Coming out quickly because of how late it is and while he’s used to being up this late, it still makes him anxious.
Yoongi’s hand threads itself into Taehyung’s hair, pulling lightly, and the latter gets the message to lift his head up. Yoongi is then aware of how close their faces are, how easily he could lean forward and feel exactly what Taehyung’s lips feel like, taste like. Without his brain filtering anything, Yoongi finds himself staring at Taehyung’s lips.
“You are really pretty, Taehyungie, like, the most gorgeous man on the planet.” Before Taehyung can testify, Yoongi moves his hands to either side of Taehyung’s face, cupping his cheeks and jaw, “And you take care of me, bring me food, make sure I get to bed. You’re like an angel. I love you so much.” Nothing registers about what he just said, but Taehyung turns stiff in Yoongi’s hands, fingers still making indents on Yoongi’s hips but no longer moving.
Taehyung breaks the silence the only way he knows how, by joking, “There’s no way you mean that, Yoonie, you’re just delirious on no sleep.”
“No, I’m as serious as I am about how much I love music. You’re really warm, I love your cuddles and how you have your hands on my waist or your head on my chest. You’re always so cute and soft but also pretty fucking hot at very inconvenient times. But I love it, and I love you, for years now.” Yoongi rambles on and Taehyung can feel his whole body heat up. Suddenly the blanket feels too hot for both of them to be under, but Yoongi doesn’t do anything except look into Taehyung’s eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Yoongi asks, thumbs moving along the rise of Taehyung’s cheekbone. Maybe he had been misinterpreting everything, maybe what Hoseok said to him about Taehyung misconstrued his thoughts, but life without risks is a pretty boring life.
Yoongi has been content with living a boring life, but with Taehyung he feels like he can do anything and it will be worth it. So Taehyung takes another risk when he nods his head, leaning forward only slightly to connect the gap between them.
And Yoongi is pretty sure he’s in heaven, with Taehyung’s heart shaped, smooth lips pressed against his. They both close their eyes, and Yoongi is the one to tilt his head, deepening the kiss while his hands travel to Taehyung’s hair, fingers threading into the brown locks and press them closer together.
Time both stills and speeds up, clocks stuck in perpetual stop and start as Taehyung’s fingers move across Yoongi’s torso, from his hips up further. Yoongi is the one to pull away first, lips glistening and eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Holy shit.” Taehyung speaks first, mouth parted in disbelief and surprise that kissing someone could be this good. Their eyes meet, and Yoongi thought everything would be different, but it’s exactly the same. It’s the same comforting, normal feel that looking at Taehyung always was.
This is what love feels like, Yoongi thinks, as he brings Taehyung in for another kiss, it’s a comforting and spontaneous relationship full of relaxation and loving each other completely. “So,” Yoongi says as he pulls away, eyes still drooping from sleep but brain now wide awake, “would you be my super cute and cuddleable boyfriend?”
“Of course, Yoongi, just as long as you cuddle me every night.” Taehyung chuckles when Yoongi acts somewhat offended, hand moving to rest on his chest.
“You only love me for my cuddles? I am hurt.” They both chuckle, Yoongi staring at Taehyung’s mouth forming into the largest smile he’s probably ever seen on the man.
Taehyung collapses back onto Yoongi’s chest, arms completely wrapping around his waist, fingers moving in no complete pattern. It’s silent, but Taehyung feels his heart slow down with sleep. Nothing is certain, but he knows he will love Yoongi for as long as he can.
“Nah, I love you for more reasons than that.” Taehyung feels Yoongi’s hand massage his back as he speaks, “But the cuddling is a plus.”
Bonus:
Monday morning, Yoongi walks into his class on time, sliding into the seat with Hoseok smoothly. Hoseok watches him as Yoongi walks, now with slightly more pep in his step and a small smile permanently etched onto his face.
“What’s up with you?” Hoseok whispers as Yoongi takes out his laptop.
“What? I’m fine.”
“Got some sleep last night, didn’t you? I know you didn’t sleep at all on Saturday.” Yoongi thinks back to when he texted Hoseok at two in the morning Sunday.
Yoongi smirks, shrugging his shoulders before looking up at the board, “Eh, I guess so. I got more than I got on Saturday.”
The elevator seems too long for Yoongi, the ride taking too many seconds out of his day, and maybe he is antsy, yes, but he’s also now living his life to the fullest, and being stuck in an elevator isn’t the best way to spend a few minutes.
When they step off, Jeongguk, as usual, glues himself to Hoseok’s side, smiling wide. Yoongi nods and smiles at Jeongguk, looking forward where his smile turns into a grin, something that Hoseok and Jeongguk find a bit creepy.
Taehyung stands outside, tray full of four coffees in his hand as Yoongi power walks towards him. Hoseok and Jeongguk watch in awe as Yoongi quickly grabs his coffee and looks up at Taehyung. “Thanks, babe.”
“Uhm, what?” Jeongguk asks as he walks up and takes his coffee, saying a soft thanks to Taehyung before Hoseok walks up behind him, staring between Yoongi and Taehyung.
Both men ignore Hoseok and Jeongguk, and Taehyung leans forward, lips pressing against Yoongi’s forehead as they had days ago, “No problem, sweetheart. Only the best for you.”
Hoseok pauses, mouth hanging wide open, brain moving a mile a minute to try to make sense of everything. “Wait, sweetheart, babe - YOU TWO ARE DATING?” He screams, attracting the attention of everyone in a ten mile radius.
Instead of answering him, Yoongi just grabs Taehyung’s hand with his free one, saying “Let’s sit down, guys.” Before walking with a very widely smiling Taehyung next to him. As they sit down, Taehyung leans into Yoongi’s side, arm wrapping around Yoongi’s waist while the latter just moves further into Taehyung.
The two left over men stare between the new couple and each other, and Jeongguk is thankful that Hoseok hadn’t grabbed his coffee yet, because said man throws his hands up, legs shaking as he runs around the small courtyard they sit in, screaming, “YES!”
Jeongguk just walks over to the table, sitting down while sipping his coffee, waiting for Hoseok to finally come back and sit down. Between sips, Jeongguk looks between a now blushing Yoongi and a smitten Taehyung.
“I’m very happy for you both.”
Hoseok never really stops screaming about it.