Taehyung learns a secret about South Korea's golden boy and uses it to his advantage.
AUDEAMUS (lat.) - let us dare
Brand new to the world of celebrities, Kim Taehyung, an ambitious fashion designer, wants it all. He is ready to do anything to have...
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♡ ˎˊ˗ CAMERAS FLASH, A hand brushes against his elbow, fails to catch him, a voice calls after him, but Taehyung runs.
His best friend is standing in the distance, soft brown eyes crinkled, grin noticeable even over the mask he's wearing to conceal his identity from the curious eyes of the people around them who take photographs and call their names.
“You'll suffocate me,” Seokjin says after Taehyung wraps his arms around him. He smells like lemons and he's wearing blue and his hair is long, long. “Tae, let go. Imagine what you'll be like when I'm really gone for longer.”
Taehyung pulls away, reluctant to obey, and examines his face. He's beautiful, still, with that glow to his skin that hours of skincare provide, with just a hint of darkness around his eyes, visible only to Taehyung's experienced eye. Seokjin looks back, inspects every feature, eyes him up and down, and it seems to click. Seokjin is experienced, too.
“You look nice,” Seokjin lies.
“Likewise,” Taehyung doesn't. “I must say, living by a billionaire's side is doing you every favour imaginable, hyung. You're even more handsome than before, almost.”
Seokjin gasps. “Tae, you're being silly.” He looks over Taehyung's shoulder and grins. “Ah! Your boyfriend's here, too. That's always good.”
“Hyung!”
“I'm just saying! Oh, he's charming, look at that.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but does as he's told, turning his head to watch the group he just abandoned. Jimin looks back at him, nodding in confirmation, having realised why he ran off. Namjoon doesn't look at him, but at Seokjin, as expected, and Jeongguk… Jeongguk stands there, arms crossed, and that specific pose somehow makes him look particularly broad and large and that flannel isn't much worse, either, especially over a black tank top that seems to be a little tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. His hair is freshly cut — almost the same length as before, but layered, soft waves now more defined. It's messy and tousled and he pushes it back over and over again, runs tattooed fingers through it as he looks back at the staff member he's talking to.
And he's not only fucking sexy just standing there, he also has that look in his eyes, that look he didn't care enough to have with Taehyung in the beginning, the look that tells the person he's talking to that he's listening, that concentrated expression of furrowed eyebrows over sharp and alert eyes, and he chews on his lip and nods, over and over, before he throws his head back with a laugh that draws the attention of the rest of the staff. But when he's done laughing, his eyes flicker over and he's looking right at Taehyung, still grinning to himself.
Taehyung isn't certain what sort of expression he himself is wearing, but from the ache in his jaw he assumes it's hanging open, so he clamps his mouth shut and nods. Jeongguk nods back.
