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In his mind, Taehyung has always thought he would find the love of his life like he was in one of these cliche romantic movies. Maybe the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with would reach for the same thing as him in the store and their fingers would brush. Maybe they would meet during one of his classes, coincidentally seated next to each other or assigned partners.

But what did happen was something entirely different.

Well, maybe that guy really wasn’t the love of his life but somehow, Taehyung’s heart said something different. Because this has to be fate. Usually, Taehyung takes a different route home and that an hour later than now but he was got off early from work. Which also was the only reason why he took this route. Just so he could stop at the store and get some strawberries.

And these red treats are the reason why he wasn’t focusing on his surroundings. Those traitorous, sweet, little things stole all of his attention and thus made him walk right into another person. The collision makes both of them stumble to the ground, Taehyung only caring about saving his precious strawberries as he painfully lands on his ass.

The apology is already on the tip of his tongue when he glances up and meets eyes with the love of his life. An angel. Someone sent from heaven to spend the rest of his life with Taehyung. Seriously, he always believed in love at first sight but this was really a punch to the gut.

There he sits, an angel on the pavement, brown hair a little messy on top of his head and surrounded by - laundry? Oh god. His cheeks instantly light up in embarrassment as he realizes that he made the angel drop all of what seems to be his freshly washed laundry.

“I’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he frantically starts picking up random pieces of clothing and throws them into the guy’s basket. The other stares up at him, eyes wide as his pink lips slowly pull into an adorable smile.

Fuck. What the fuck? Who allowed him to look like this? Oh my god - Taehyung can’t deal with pretty persons. He’s nothing but a stuttering mess around beautiful men.

“Don’t worry,” The other giggles and gets up from the floor. Taehyung’s heart is beating somewhere in his throat and maybe this - somehow this can be straight out of a romance movie too. Maybe more of a romantic comedy but it’s close to what Taehyung always thought would happen.

Just that he never knew he would meet the love of his life in front of a laundromat.

Taehyung tries not to glance up at the pretty guy as he continues picking the other’s clothes off the street. As he dumps another shirt into the basket he meets the guy’s eyes and could immediately feel how his cheeks color a deep shade of red. Pretty boys should be illegal. They aren’t good for his heart.

And this guy just takes the cake. Soft, round cheeks, the prettiest pink lips that are pulled into a beautiful smile exposing his gums when he catches Taehyung staring at him. Feline like brown eyes twinkle with mischief and Taehyung is weak. God, he’s so weak. And gay. Also so very gay.

His heart beats somewhere in his throat as he averts his eyes again, picking up the rest of the guy’s clothes that are still strewn on the ground. Something pink slips through his fingers, his nail gets caught on delicate lace and his mouth goes dry.

Panties.

Those are panties. Pink and with a pretty bow in the front.

He swallows dryly and awkwardly looks up at the brunet. “Your girlfriend’s, huh?”

“No,” The guy quips amused and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that makes his stomach swoop. God – being gay is so hard nowadays.

“Oh,” He coughs as he drops them in the basket, trying to hide the slight tremble in his fingers. “Your sister’s?”

“Baby –“ Taehyung chokes at the pet name, cheeks catching on fire as he looks at the guy like a deer caught in the headlights. The brunet twirls the pink panties on his pointer finger as he winks at him. “– They’re mine.”

And that’s the exact moment Taehyung’s soul leaves his body.

He’s reduced to nothing more than a stuttering mess, cheeks on fire as he couldn’t bear looking at the smaller guy again. The other is giggling - such a pretty and innocent sound. Innocent.

Hah - the picture in Taehyung’s mind isn’t exactly innocent at the moment. He tries, yes, he really tries very hard not to imagine those pink panties against milky skin. God - he needs to get his mind out of the gutter. This is still a stranger in front of him.

And that’s why Taehyung doesn’t really understand how he ends up carrying the basket of laundry for said stranger while the brunet carries his strawberries. Taehyung stumbles over his own feet as he watches how the other pops one of the red sweets into his mouth, a little bit of juice dripping down his lip and chin.

He shudders. This is not good. Not good at all.

Taehyung doesn’t really notice where they’re walking. His focus is on the guy - Min Yoongi, as the other introduced himself as - and his soothing voice. He’s just listening, forcing himself to keep his eyes mostly ahead and not get caught on Yoongi’s lips again. But it’s so hard when the other talks with a natural pout all the time.

Taehyung is just a man. And he’s a weak man. Especially when he’s faced with such a beautiful guy. So beautiful that it’s actually unfair.

The longer they walk, the more familiar the streets around them get. And Taehyung slows more and more the closer they get to his own apartment complex. Yoongi’s steps stay strong though, like he knows exactly where he’s going and then he takes a turn and walks straight towards the entrance of Taehyung’s apartment complex.

He doesn’t know if the skip of his heart is something good or bad. Because apparently Min Yoongi is his neighbor. He must have moved into the apartment right next to his own one - the only one that has been empty for months now.

Taehyung didn’t even notice that someone moved in but he’s also been pretty swamped with work for the past week - he has barely been home and when he was, he’d slept the whole time.

Just before Yoongi could reach for the handle the door bursts open to reveal - Jimin. Jimin with a bunch of colorful flyers in his hand. Taehyung has a bad feeling about this. A very bad one.

Don’t get him wrong - he adores, loves Jimin; his best friend, soulmate, the apple of his eye. But those flyers suspiciously look like the invites the other has been giving out for their annual summer party. With Yoongi here, he would definitely receive an invitation as well.

Taehyung has barely recovered from the panty incident and has just been hit in the face with the fact that Min Yoongi had moved in next to him; He really doesn’t need another fatal hit with the confirmation that Yoongi would attend the freaking party as well.

He meets Jimin’s eyes, trying to convey his feelings but the smaller one just winks at him before turning towards Yoongi with one of his sweetest smiles. Damn Jimin and his natural charming self. “Did you just move in?”

“Yes,” Yoongi smiles back at him - gums and all; Taehyung is going to die. Definitely. “Min Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jimin says enthusiastically before thrusting one of the flyers into Yoongi’s free hand; The one that isn’t holding Taehyung’s strawberries. “I’m Park Jimin. Our neighborhood association is throwing a summer party on Saturday.”

Taehyung stares at Jimin intensely, catching the other’s gaze as he tries to communicate with him through his eyes. Please don’t, is what he begs of his best friend. But when has Jimin ever listened to him?

With a mischievous smirk on his lips and while remaining eye contact with Taehyung, Jimin says, “You should totally come.”

Why do you hate me? He thinks. That’s not soulmate behavior right there. That is betrayal. Jimin was supposed to understand his misery. The other knows - he knows how easily flustered Taehyung becomes around pretty boys and the brunet is one of the prettiest people he has ever met in his whole life.

“Oh, I’d love to!” Yoongi exclaims and his eyes fall on Taehyung again. There’s a soft, almost gentle smile on his lips but his eyes - Taehyung gulps. His eyes are glinting with mischief, something dark and dangerous swimming in them. Maybe even predatory and Taehyung gulps. “You’re coming too, right?”

He nods hesitantly, still glaring daggers at Jimin who looks like he’s about to piss himself while trying not to break out into laughter. And he calls himself his best friend - soulmate even. You can trust no one these days.

“See you there then, baby,” Yoongi quips with a wink before he takes his basket and leaves. The door falls shut behind him which only leaves Taehyung and Jimin standing outside.

Finally, Taehyung feels like he could draw a real breath in. The presence of Yoongi gone and not taking up every space around him anymore. His heart hasn’t realized that yet, given how fast it’s still racing in his chest. Like it wants to break out of it and beat straight into Min Yoongi's arms.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees how Jimin’s plump lips pull into one of his trademark mischievous smirks and Taehyung could already hear what he’s about to say to him. And he’s not having it. Definitely not now.

“Don’t,” He hisses, “Say a single word.”

“I wasn’t going to.” But Taehyung knows his best friend, his so-called soulmate. Another nickname would be ‘the guy who does everything to embarrass him at any given moment.’ That describes Jimin the best way - at least right now. He’s trying to act innocent but Taehyung could see right through his coy act.

There is nothing innocent about him and his intentions. Definitely not about his intention of inviting Yoongi to the party.

“You were,” He whines, opening the door to their apartment complex. The fact that Min Yoongi is the guy living next to them right now is going to make his life an ordeal of teasing comments by Jimin, his own awkwardness whenever he’d be faced with their new neighbor, and, of course, the crushing realization that he’s a useless gay that couldn’t even hold a normal conversation with a pretty boy.

The future looks great.

They quietly walk towards their shared apartment, on their way up the stairs Jimin pushes more of the colorful flyers under each door that they pass. Taehyung’s mind is still busy with Yoongi. Min Yoongi. That’s such a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty boy.

A pretty boy that he would see a lot more now. A pretty boy that lives right next to him. And a pretty boy that wants to see him at the fucking block party. He’s not sure if he won or lost in life because Yoongi is something straight out of his fantasy. But at the same time, Taehyung’s awkwardness knows a million ways to ruin every tiny bit of a chance he could ever have with someone like Min Yoongi.

They’re climbing the last flight of stairs when Jimin knocks their shoulders together, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively as Taehyung looks down at him. “So… Baby?”

Taehyung almost pushes him down the stairs.

Saturday arrives in the blink of an eye.

Until now Taehyung has mostly managed to avoid embarrassing himself in front of Yoongi which means that he managed to almost completely avoid the other male. A few times he almost ran into him in the hallway, caught glances of the other on the balcony that was right next to his own. And he made a few very interesting observations that didn’t really help him think less of the other.

The first one is the fact that Yoongi is never seen without nail polish. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a glossy shine that Taehyung noticed when they got their mail at the same time - perfectly manicured nails with a glossy shine on top gripping on the letters. It was hard to look away but Taehyung hurried to get out of there to not embarrass himself.

Sometimes he wore dark colors, a bloody red, dark blue, or just black polish. And on other occasions, Taehyung spotted him with pastel colors that instantly caught his eye. Yoongi seemed to coordinate the way he paints his fingers with the way he dresses. Some days he wears skinny jeans and huge pullovers, shirts that swallow his whole form, and a cap that hides most of his face. On those days he has the darker colors on - a more masculine touch to the way he presents himself. And some days Yoongi would come out in the prettiest pastel colors, light crop tops, or a blouse.

And then - sometimes - you’d see him in a skirt. The first time Taehyung thought it was someone else or he just mistook the skirt for shorts, blaming the fact that he just caught a glance of Yoongi before he hid himself to not be confronted with him. But when he saw him again he was sure it was a skirt. They’re not pretty short most of the time, always reaching his knees or the middle of his calves. Most of them are ruffled and despite the feminine way Yoongi presented himself in them - he still managed to look strong, to not lose any of the fierceness in his eyes or expression. His whole body screamed confidence - especially when he wore skirts or dressed more feminine.

It was like he could be the most confident when he wore feminine clothes.

Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not at all. But he could avoid him. At least in real life. His thoughts though - his thoughts are filled with Min Yoongi. With his feline eyes, sharp and piercing as they stare right into his soul. It’s filled with his surprisingly deep voice, the way he called him ‘Baby’ echoing through his head at any time of the day.

And of course, what wanders through his head the most are the pink panties. The pink panties that Yoongi, apparently, wears himself. Taehyung saw him walk away that day they met for the first time. He saw the tight pants and he saw his ass. And now he couldn’t stop imagining those panties on that ass.

It’s a curse. Really.

He actually saw Yoongi for more than a few seconds before Saturday. It was the first morning after he found out that Yoongi was his neighbor when he went out on their small balcony to drink his tea like every morning and almost had a heart attack. Because as their direct neighbor, Yoongi’s balcony was like, an arm’s length away from their own. And it seems like the other enjoys the early hours of the morning too because, under the sun that hasn’t warmed up completely yet, Yoongi stood on his balcony in the flimsiest clothes.

Just short - very short shorts that barely covered anything and a shirt that looked like a crop top. Loosely hanging from his shoulders and exposing his soft tummy. He noticed Taehyung the moment he stepped out, raising his own cup of coffee at him - like a greeting and Taehyung…

Well, Taehyung squeaked pretty loud, spilled most of his tea over himself which resulted in a pained cry, and then he ran back inside. Needless to say that he stopped going on the balcony in the morning.

Despite his great and successful effort of avoiding Yoongi, he couldn’t hide from him on Saturday. Taehyung has been on edge since the whole thing started. They decorated the courtyard between the apartment buildings with fairy lights, there are a lot of tables for people to sit, a few grills so people could eat and it’s packed. Taehyung has been here since the early morning, organizing a lot with Jimin and they entertained the kids for most of the day. He hasn’t seen Yoongi yet.

Not until it got later in the evening and they started the huge bonfire. Slowly, the families with small children left and the alcohol was brought out. The music got louder and it became more of a party than a get-together. Taehyung hasn’t seen Yoongi yet. Yet. And he’s not really planning on seeing him.

He’s a little scared - well, a lot scared. Scared for what the other would hit him with this time. He’s not sure if he would survive this night if he has alcohol in his system and Yoongi decides to show up in tight shorts or a skirt - or a crop top. It’s just so - just imagining it makes Taehyung’s head spin. But maybe that’s just the alcohol he already consumed. There’s somehow a new drink in his hand every time he downed the old one and Taehyung has the suspicion that it has something to do with Jimin who periodically comes up next to him with a small smirk on his plump lips.

The other definitely dressed up for tonight. Taehyung is not sure if what he’s wearing could actually classify as a shirt or well, just fabric draped over his upper body, moving with every tiny gust of wind. But maybe that was his intention all along. Whatever it was - it got him the undivided attention of their neighbor from across the street.

Jung Hoseok has been glued to Jimin’s side all night long. His hands are always on Jimin’s skin, fingertips skimming over his ribs. At least one of them is lucky enough to shoot their shot with their neighbor.

Taehyung leans against one of the plastic tables they put up, being careful to not put too much weight against it so it won’t topple over with all of the drinks on it. The red plastic cup between his fingers is half empty already but he hasn’t seen Jimin for quite some time. He’s probably somewhere making out with Hoseok - hopefully. Taehyung wishes his friend to get lucky tonight. That’s what a good soulmate does.

His eyes are traveling over all the people gathered here - he never thought so many would show up. Every year there are more and more, neighbors from the whole street coming to celebrate with them and they start to bring friends too. It’s actually pretty cool - and more people means that the chance of encountering Yoongi is lower. Maybe the other decided he didn’t want to come after all. Maybe, just maybe - he chokes on his drink when he sees him.

Of course, Yoongi would show up.

He commands his attention immediately. Just the way he stands there, in the middle of a few swaying people takes Taehyung’s breath away. Yoongi is wearing a fucking dress and that’s everything it takes for Taehyung to decide that he will never be able to get out a single word around the other. Never.

Taehyung hasn’t tried to hide somewhere so fast in his entire life. The second Yoongi seemed to turn his head into his direction he sprinted away, hiding behind a group of people. A dress. It’s a fucking dress.

Satin green fabric tightly wrapped around the small male. Taehyung has seen the other in skirts, has seen him dressed way more feminine than a simple dress, he’s seen him dressed masculine too - Yoongi switches his styles like underwear. And somehow he always manages to steal Taehyung’s breath away. But tonight - the dress is enough to almost send him into a cardiac arrest.

God - Taehyung hasn’t really exchanged a single word with Yoongi since the other moved in but he’s been on his mind since then. Every second of the day he’s thinking of him and maybe, just maybe a small part of him wanted to believe that he might drink a little bit of liquid courage and talk to the boy. But not when Min Yoongi is dressed in a tight dress. That’s not what Taehyung was expecting.

That’s not something he could just easily deal with.

So, he would have to settle for hiding from the other’s gaze or hoping Yoongi is a lightweight and drinks a lot. Maybe like this he wouldn’t even notice Taehyung or forget everything if Taehyung manages to embarrass himself in front of him.

Time seems to pass a little slower now.

Taehyung is constantly on edge, nursing his one drink as he’s looking around for a glimpse of brown hair and green satin in case Yoongi is near. He’s keeping himself relatively hidden from the main action of the party - slowly, everyone is losing their inhibitions and it’s getting louder, a little rowdier. Usually, Taehyung is in the center of the action. Usually, he’s right there with Jimin shouting along to the songs and dancing ridiculously just to hear everyone around him laugh.

Taehyung loves this part of the night the most but this time he couldn’t focus on having fun. His heart is beating in his throat, hands sweaty, and he’s sure he’s going to do something stupid tonight anyway. No matter how careful he will try to be.

“Hey, pretty boy.” Taehyung drops his cup, jumping back just in time to not get splashed. His heart hammers against his chest and he’s sure he looks like he’s seen a ghost. A blush is already creeping up from his chest and up to the tips of his ears in record time.

“Hey,” He tries to sound nonchalant but even to his own ears, his voice sounds more than panicked. Slowly, he turns around and comes face to face with a beaming Yoongi. Fuck - why does he have to be so pretty? That’s really, really unfair. And is that fucking eyeliner? “I didn’t see you there.”

“Really?” Yoongi giggles, there’s a pinkish gloss on his lips. They seem even poutier like this. Unfair. Life is so unfair to Taehyung. “Because I’m kinda sure that you’ve been staring at me since I arrived here.”

The terror must have shown on his face because Yoongi just laughs loudly at his reaction. Slapping his shoulder a few times before he steps right into his personal space and stares up at him through his lashes. Dangerous territory. Taehyung knows that it’s dangerous but no matter how much he would want to, he could not move away from Yoongi. It’s like the other is pulling him in with only his eyes.

“Loosen up, baby,” Yoongi chuckles and offers him another red cup, “Liquid courage?”

“Courage for what?”

“So you can ask me to dance, of course.”

Taehyung chokes on whatever mixture Yoongi has put into this cup. It tastes heavily of alcohol but at the same time, it doesn’t. Just a mix of sticky sweet liquid that glues Taehyung’s throat together. He’s not able to do much besides cough but he doesn’t have to. It seems like Yoongi always knows exactly what he wants and he’d do everything necessary to get it.

Surprisingly, large hands grip Taehyung’s wrists and he lets himself be pulled to the heart of the party. Other people are dancing around them, pushing, yelling, and just having a good time. But Taehyung could only focus on Yoongi who’s right in front of him and still dressed in that damned dress.

The green cloth clings to his skin and makes his pale skin look even paler. The other looks ethereal under the flashing neon lights Jimin got from who knows where. Taehyung’s hands awkwardly sit on the other’s waist - and even that little touch is almost enough to make him faint.

His head is spinning a little - he’s not sure if it’s because of the alcohol that’s already circulating in his system or because of Yoongi’s close proximity. Standing like this, almost flush together, he could smell the other. Something sweet but somehow musky at the same time. It truly is intoxicating and Taehyung has to catch himself before he starts leaning in and sniffing Yoongi. That would be absolutely mortifying.

The song changes to something with a dirtier rhythm. Yoongi immediately pushes closer, their chests brush against each other and he could feel Yoongi’s breath on his lips. He smells of vodka and strawberries.

His heart stumbles over a few beats as Yoongi leans closer, lips brushing against his ear as he whispers lowly, “Guess what I’m wearing.”

He almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of the music but he catches the low words and with each letter, a shiver runs down his spine. Just before he could get confused by the words though - because obviously Yoongi is wearing a dress? He could see that? - Yoongi grabs his wrists and puts his hands right on his ass.

The fabric of the dress isn’t that thick, he could feel Yoongi’s underwear through it. Panties. Those are definitely panties, tight and fuck. Oh god – oh no – not the panties, fuck no, what the fuck – he could feel the lace through the thin material of the dress completely.

“I –“ He stutters, stunned into silence by the fact that he has both hands full of Yoongi’s ass. This is something straight out of the fantasies he had the past few days and now he couldn’t even move a single muscle.

“I’ll help you out a little,” Yoongi purrs - he fucking purrs. “It’s pink and lacey… And you saw it once already…”

This is not happening. It couldn’t be. Yoongi is going to be the death of him - seriously. Taehyung is going to die because of him and his fucking panties - and what’s probably the fastest boner in history. He’s sure Yoongi could feel it. A hundred percent positive because fuck, they really are pressed together completely. There’s no way he doesn’t feel it.

This is the most embarrassing thing in the whole world.

Somehow Taehyung got out of Yoongi’s seductive claws. Even though that doesn’t sound like something bad - at the same time, Yoongi seems to pull the air out of Taehyung’s lungs. He couldn’t breathe in his presence and that’s why he took the first opportunity to slip away.

Not because he’s embarrassed or anything. It also isn’t because he’s a coward. No sir. Definitely not.

“Tae!” He flinches for a second before his already slightly dizzy mind recognizes the voice of his best friend. Jimin is running towards him, both hands full with red cups, some alcoholic beverage spilling down his hand as he runs. “Your loverboy is looking for you!”

“What?” He barely catches his best friend who’s definitely way drunker than him, latching onto his shoulders and spilling some of the liquid down the front of Taehyung’s red silk shirt.

“Come on! He said he’d only do it with you!”

“Do what?” Taehyung struggles to stabilize his friend.

“Body shots!”

Before he even has a chance to protest Jimin is already pulling him along, through the crowd of people and towards his impending doom. To be honest, the rest of the night is kind of a blur for Taehyung. He remembers drinking way too much liquid courage before he even attempted to climb on the table they had set up for the body shots.

Yoongi is a blur above him. He sees his smirk, hooded eyes - how the fabric of his dress stretches over his body. He thinks he passed out as soon as someone put the slice of lemon into his mouth. He might have felt Yoongi’s lips brush against his own but maybe he just imagined it, far too intoxicated to know what really happened and what came straight out of his fantasy.

When Taehyung wakes up the next morning it is without his red silk shirt on his body and with the blurry image of Yoongi having his lips pressed against his belly button.

Since the party it has gotten quite harder to try and avoid Yoongi. Not that Taehyung actually wants to but now it has become obvious that the other male is teasing him on purpose.

Everything he wears, everything he says - it’s all meant to rile Taehyung up and it’s working. He’s sure that his dick is going to fall off from how often he got off to the thought of Yoongi in those pink panties. And maybe the implication that he owns even more.

As soon as Taehyung’s eyes are on Yoongi his mind immediately wonders whether the other wears panties underneath his clothes or not. Yoongi in skirts, Yoongi in shorts, Yoongi in sweatpants, Yoongi in jeans - all of these Yoongi’s could potentially wear panties and it’s driving him insane.

Actually insane.

But maybe that’s why he managed to somehow - a wish granted by some higher being - secure a date with Min Yoongi. Well, it was more like Yoongi inviting himself on a date with him. It started like this, Taehyung being caught on the stairway with the trashbags he was supposed to throw away.

Yoongi cornered him with a smile so sweet that it melted his insides. “I think you wanna go on a date with me,” Is what he said nonchalantly and didn’t even give Taehyung time to react to his words with something else than a blush before he continued, “I’m free on Friday.”

And just like that, he let him go and Taehyung didn’t even say a single word. Actually, he didn’t say a word for the rest of the day. His only means of communication were some inhuman noises that came out of his mouth whenever Jimin tried to ask him what’s wrong.

Friday comes sooner than expected and he feels dizzy. The collar of his shirt feels constricting around his throat, almost suffocating as he combs through his hair with sweaty fingers. This is not going to end well. Why the hell did he think he would be able to go on a date with Min Yoongi when he couldn’t even hold a conversation with the male?

“I think I’m gonna pass out,” He whispers, fussing over his appearance once more. Yoongi is supposed to be here in a minute or so. Maybe he should cancel? It would be the only right choice. Otherwise, he would completely humiliate himself and would have to move. Oh, he had to convince Jimin to move with him. Or maybe he would have to live without him then - but how is he going to cover the rent then? His job doesn’t pay enough to -

“You’ll be fine,” Jimin interrupts his thoughts.

“I have to cancel.”

“Tae – no!” Jimin yells, pulling him back from moving away from the door. “You will go on that date with Yoongi and –“

The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts him and they both freeze. Taehyung’s heart has stopped beating for a second and he’s sure he won’t be able to move. He could still pretend he’s suddenly deadly sick and doesn’t want Yoongi to catch what he has.

Just one pleading look at Jimin tells him that his best friend knows exactly what’s going through his mind - and that he’s definitely not going to let him back out of this. No way.

“Go!” Jimin pushes him towards the door, “Get him!”

The first time he met Yoongi in front of the laundromat the other male ate his strawberries. Taehyung remembers it so clearly because he couldn’t look away from those red-stained lips and the soft smile Yoongi wore as soon as he tasted the sweetness of the berries.

That’s why - and because of the lack of another original idea - Taehyung takes the other man strawberry picking. Yoongi showed up to their date wearing tight jeans and a black oversized sweater. The black fabric reached the middle of his thighs and drowned his form completely but he looked so adorable in it.

A gray beanie sat on top of his head and he wore glasses. Taehyung didn’t know the other wears glasses but somehow those bulky frames only added to his cuteness. As soon as his gaze landed on him, Taehyung almost jumped him immediately. It’s hard resisting Yoongi when he just looked so - soft.

There was even a slight blush on his face and it remained there for the rest of their date. Taking him to the strawberry fields was definitely the right idea. Yoongi has been giggly all day, proudly showing off the red treats. There was an army of butterflies in Taehyung’s stomach all day and a smile on his lips that was so wide, it hurt his cheeks whenever Yoongi would reach out and hold his hand tightly.

He held his hand like he never wanted to let go - and Taehyung was more than okay with that.

Somehow they make it past Taehyung’s door - where Jimin is probably camping behind to wait for their return - and enter Yoongi’s apartment.

It’s - interesting. Minimalistic and somehow so Yoongi that Taehyung couldn’t help but look around. All his furniture is kept in a simple tone, white and a light gray. While his living room kind of looks like it’s straight out of a magazine there are definite traces of ‘living’ left behind.

Stray sticky notes with something scribbled on it, books in unusual places - probably dropped there without thinking - and Taehyung spots two coffee mugs placed in the living room. When he turns back around to face Yoongi the other is just removing his oversized sweater. Underneath, red fabric appears.

Familiar red fabric and Taehyung gapes as Yoongi just smiles up at him dressed in a red, silk shirt that’s a little too big for his body. There’s a challenging expression in his eyes. It makes heat spread through Taehyung’s body. His tongue is heavy in his mouth, words building in his chest but it’s hard to get them out.

Taehyung stares at Yoongi with a dry mouth, his hands involuntarily reach out to feel the fabric of the red shirt and there’s definitely no denying it. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Took you long enough to ask that question,” Yoongi giggles and does a small twirl, showing off the dress shirt. “Got a problem with that?”

A problem. A problem?!

Taehyung could laugh if he wasn’t busy trying to breathe right now. A problem - is he fucking kidding him, right now? He wants to see Yoongi wear his clothing for the rest of his life. Preferably just his shirt but he’s content with this as well.

“Uh – I guess not,” He finally manages to cough out. “I - Can I use your bathroom?”

There’s a knowing smile on Yoongi’s lips, a glint in his eyes as he nods towards the hallway and a door that’s slightly ajar. Taehyung wobbly makes his way into the small bathroom. The inside is minimalistic as well - a neatly organized shelf and what immediately draws his attention is the silver basket filled to the brim with colorful bath bombs.

Oh, Yoongi in a bath - bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. This is not the reason why he came here. With a deep sigh, he turns towards the sink and turns the tab on. Just so Yoongi thinks he actually went to the bathroom for a reason.

His heart is bouncing in his chest, cold sweat clinging to his skin and his nerves are at their wit’s end. He feels like he’s going to explode. Sadly, there is no window to escape from but that’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine because Taehyung doesn’t really want to escape. This date went well. It went so well and he knows what would be perfect to end it.

A kiss.

A simple kiss.

But it would be a kiss he would give Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Min fucking Yoongi. Min Yoongi who runs through every possible type of clothing and somehow slays every single one of them. Min Yoongi who wears makeup and nail polish. Min Yoongi who’s soft on some days and looks like he could murder him with his eyes the next. Min Yoongi who wears dresses, and jeans, skirts, and sweatpants the next day.

Kissing Min Yoongi… Oh god. Just the thought sends his mind into a frenzy. Is he on the verge of breaking down? Maybe. Is he going to have a heart attack in Min Yoongi’s bathroom because he’s scared of kissing him? Also maybe.

Taehyung shakes his head and looks up at his reflection with a deep sigh. Oh god. The panic is written all over his face - the wide eyes, the pale face but somehow still blushing cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Oh god.

He might actually die before he gets the chance to kiss Min Yoongi. Does the other even want to kiss him? Taehyung doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have any kind of idea what he should do right now.

With shaking hands he pushes his hair out of his face. The date went well. Yoongi smiled the whole day, he seemed very, very happy. They spent most of the day holding hands. Those are all good signs, right? And after all, it was Yoongi who kind of asked him out. In a way… yeah, Taehyung is still a little confused about that but it doesn’t matter anymore.

“If you don’t kiss him you’re a coward,” He whispers to himself. He stares at his own wide eyes in the mirror and slaps his cheeks a few times. “That was totally a great date and you will kiss him.”

Repeating the same sentence over and over again gives him a little of his confidence back. Just a very small part of it but it’s enough to make him step back out of the bathroom as if he hasn’t locked himself in the room for a little too long to be normal.

When he thinks about it - they indirectly kissed already, right? Taehyung doesn’t know how much he could trust his hazy memories from that drunken night of the block party but he remembers a few parts of the whole body shots ordeal.

He remembers the sour taste of the lemon on his tongue, holding the slice between his teeth and then a blur of Yoongi’s face. A faint brush of lips - or did he imagine that? Taehyung shakes his head and puts on a smile as he spots Yoongi in the kitchen. Whether their lips brushed or not doesn’t matter because Taehyung doesn’t remember it at all. Now he’s off to make memories he will remember. Memories of kissing Yoongi’s pouty lips.

Speaking of Yoongi, he’s preparing the strawberries they brought back from the field. Taehyung awkwardly sits down at the kitchen island opposite of Yoongi. He hopes his nervousness doesn’t show on his face - well, that might be hoping for too much. So, hopefully, his nervousness isn’t as obvious as it feels.

Yoongi looks perfectly fine as he places a bowl of freshly washed strawberries between them with a smile. Taehyung wants to say something, he needs to say something but his mouth is too dry to form any words.

Especially when Yoongi doesn’t settle opposite of him but right next to him. Their thighs press against each other, warmth spreads through Taehyung’s body and he quickly stuffs one of the strawberries into his mouth before he could say something stupid. He’s staring intensely ahead, not even daring to glance at the other. Somehow, the heat of Yoongi’s thigh is so intense that it almost makes him shudder. It almost feels as if Yoongi is running a fever.

Next to him, Yoongi also starts eating but there’s something off about him too. He looks a little stiffer than before and his cheeks have the same color as the strawberries in front of them. Is he nervous? No, it couldn’t be - right? Taehyung shakes his head. Why would Yoongi be nervous? He was so confident every time they saw each other. It must be something else.

Before he could think further about all the possibilities Yoongi turns to him. His eyes are pointedly avoiding Taehyung’s gaze. “You got something there,” He says quietly.

“Huh?” Taehyung isn’t exactly sure what the other means, confused he raises his hand but before he could identify what exactly Yoongi was referring to there are lips pressed against his own.

His heart stops, the world doesn’t spin for a second and the only thing he feels is the flutter of soft, soft lips against his own. The kiss is over as soon as it happens and Taehyung couldn’t really comprehend what the hell just happened.

“You had something on your lip,” Yoongi explains with an awkward cough. He’s munching on another strawberry, staring straight ahead and his neck, his face - all of his visible skin is as red as the silk shirt he’s wearing.

He’s shy - Oh my god. Taehyung did not know that it was possible for Yoongi to be shy in any kind of situation. His breath gets caught in his throat and he tentatively touches his still tingling lips. Yoongi tasted of the sweet strawberries they’ve been eating and the shy press of lips against his own still make his heart flutter.

He kissed him.

Kissed.

Min Yoongi kissed him.

Something inside of him explodes - might have been his heart but whatever it is, it leaves him feeling all giddy and he couldn’t help but let his lips pull into a smile that’s so big it actually hurts his cheeks. Next to him, Yoongi seems to have caught himself again because he shifts so he’s facing Taehyung again.

“You okay there?” He asks innocently and even though there are still traces of shyness all over his face the confident glint is back in his eyes. And as Yoongi pushes his chair back and slowly climbs up into Taehyung’s lap he understands why.

The way this day went couldn’t be healthy for his heart. The amount of times Taehyung thought he was going into cardiac arrest is concerning but this - this is the tip of the iceberg.

Yoongi shyly smiles at him, sitting in his lap with nothing on but the red shirt and the fucking pink panties. Taehyung didn’t even notice that the other got rid of his pants in the time he spent in the bathroom.

Screeching internally Taehyung awkwardly settles his hand on Yoongi’s hips, stabilizing him as the other leans closer to brush his lips against his ear.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Forever, is what Taehyung thinks but he couldn’t push the words off his tongue. “Yeah…” He replies instead a little shakily and elicits a beautiful giggle from Yoongi’s lips.

“That’s good,” Yoongi breathes against his lips before he presses against him again.