UNIVERSE / BTS.

52: shooting stars all break up / taegi

taehyung presses his lips to yoongi's, warm under the filtered light. they move like slow dancers, slowly savouring each other in a way that lovers can only hope to achieve. for to taehyung yoongi is all honey drizzled accent and a tongue coated in sweetness, and to yoongi taehyung is all dark chocolate and strawberries daegu lilt and a tongue crafted by god himself. these two collide gently, causing an earthquake only felt by some, and yoongi is so struck by how powerful the emotion he's feeling is.

love.

he's written about it, various times. love, lust, desire, want, a longing for someone or something. he's never longed for someone before. not until taehyung started wanted to be more than friends and they didn't know how to do this whole relationship because yes, yoongi's bisexual and he knows it far too well, yes, yoongi helped taehyung discover he was gay and he's okay with that, yes, they can keep it a secret for as long as needed, but no, they cannot be like this while in south korea's biggest boyband. somehow, through stubborn persistence and persuasive kisses, they began to date; chaperoned around on their coffee shop dates by seokjin-hyung, as if they were two very well behaved muslims who couldn't meet without a male chaperone and couldn't touch in public.

they made it work. convinced themselves they wouldn't have to hide it one day. and yoongi can't regret anything at all when he tastes taehyung's lips, because they're the soothing balm on his psychological aches and pains. after a long day of overworking themselves, dancing and rapping and producing, yoongi's easily fatigued body returns to taehyung's strong arms, and the two california king beds are no longer needed, because the one on the side of the room with van gogh posters above it becomes theirs, white sheets softer than you'd ever believe, taehyung's skin a similar softness. yoongi would lay there forever if forever it was possible.

fuck, he's so in love with this boy.

"seriously,"

taehyung takes him away from his thoughts, with a mumbled voice that the fans don't hear and that even the other members hear rarely, like it's reserved for yoongi's ears only. yoongi's eyes flutter closed for a second, only to hear him speak again.

"what're you thinking, sweetheart?"

and it's nicknames like that, the way he looks at yoongi, how it just rolls off his tongue and encapsulates yoongi a little more– that's why he's in love with this amazing, living greek statue that he couldn't be happier to call his boyfriend.

and so he speaks the simple truth.

"was thinking about how i love you." he says, voice raspy from singing and tiredness. taehyung's lips quirk into a fond grin, teeth on display, and his hand drifts to the small of yoongi's back, the elder's hands in a similar position, one beneath his head and the other on taehyung's waist, golden skin displayed by that cropped t-shirt he'd purchased and only ever wears in the dorm. taehyung's so effortlessly him when he's with yoongi, like nothing exists outside of the oasis of their shared room. nothing else is occurring but this.

"really?" taehyung asks with a shy laugh and a bashful blush creeping up his collarbone. "you... you think about me?"

yoongi nods, lips molded into a small smile, the kind he has when he sees hoseok and namjoon fondly cuddling on the sofa– totally platonic, they insist–, or when he sees seokjin singing along to some english song while making dinner, but most of all he wears that smile when he's with taehyung. he's a changed man since realising his affections for the tanned vocalist, and he's okay with that.