[Finally, the moment we all have been waiting for]
Taehyung POV
"Yoongi hyung?"
Sehun's grip on my waist loosened by a thin inch and I could practically feel his welcome warmth leave my body as he backed away little by little to stand near his half drunk boyfriend once more, leaving me defenceless. Baekhyun and Chanyeol hyung were whistling slyly, eyeing my situation.
"Trying to make me jealous never ends well, doll."
"Doll?" Sehun mumbled under his breath, his still-close proximity to my skin making me shiver still. "You dating him? For real?"
"No I'm not, you ass!" I shoved EXO's maknae on the shoulder, "I'm with Tzuyu, remember?"
"Oh yeaahhh, and this dude's screwing Kim Chanmi right?" his intoxicated words were making me feel tinier and tinier, and I could feel the anger boiling up like molten lava from Yoongi hyung which made everything even worse.
"Who I screw is none of your fucking business, kid." he scowled, the rage in his voice evident for all to see. "Taetae, you're coming with me. Now."
"The fuck?" It was my turn to be pissed. Who was he to order me around? I'm not obliged to fucking listen to his crap. I was going to do what I pleased, and he couldn't stop me.
"No offence or anything, but I'm not going anywhere with you, hyung." I shook off his grip on my forearm, my own hands grabbing at the waist of whoever was near.
Kai.
"Uh Taehyung, are you drunk?" Kai whispered urgently into my ear as I led him into a hurried, yet sensual dance. Jongin was older than me and even buffer, with the body of a greek god. Sehun chuckled, and so did the tiny crowd of onlookers. I nodded with a sly smile, guiding his nimble fingers to brush against the roots of my hair. It was hot, the temperature of the room rising with just the contact of his bare skin on my clothed abdomen.
Did I forget to mention that Kai was wearing a crop-top? Yeah, I forgot. Jongin was wearing the most lethal outfit known to mankind. It could singlehandedly murder poor innocent extremely gay, gay boys like me.
"This actually feels good?" he blushed, facing me with an undeniable look of lust in his eyes which made me rethink my obviously wrong choice. I wasn't going to cheat on Tzuyu, no matter how ever much I didn't want to be with her anymore as her boyfriend. I loved her to bits, and I didn't want to break her heart.
Maybe I could hit him up for a fun night after I end things quietly with Tzu.
Tae, what are you THINKING?
The alcohol was getting to me, and I suddenly didn't like my drunken thoughts.
I quickly pinched my skin to wake myself from the daze that seemed to have settled down comfortably in my body. But the lack of pain I felt at the pinch, and the small groan from Kai woke me up all right.
"Why did you pinch the inside of my thighs, oh my god!" he rumbled, voice husky and it took me all the self control I could muster to throw myself on his buff self. Believe me I wanted to, and I would have too if it weren't for the painful grip a black haired man had on my arm.
"Let go of me!" I screamed in vain as Yoongi dragged me off, ignoring the unwelcome stares of the crowds who eyed us with concern and apprehension, but mostly curiosity.
"I said let go." I shouted, pulling away. I managed to narrowly escape his grip, stumbling to fall messily on the floor in an intoxicated heap.
He immediately moved to help me, but I slapped his arm away in anger.
How dare he act all nice and friendly now?
"You're an asshole." I glared at him, "One second you break my heart and step all over it, and the next you act like you're jealous of the fact that I was dancing with someone else."
"No offence hyung, but are you bipolar?"
He sighed, raking his long pianist fingers through his dark hair as he faced me with bloodshot eyes.
"You're drunk, Taehyung."
"Last time I checked, you were too."
"True."
Despite myself, I couldn't help smiling at his stupid comment. His expression visibly lightened, and he extended an arm of help once more. I took it grudgingly, avoiding his gaze as I stumbled to my feet.
"Do you wanna talk or something?"
"I think a talk is long overdue, hyung."
"Then let's talk."
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Yoongi POV
Oh. My. God.
Seeing him dance like that with not one man, but two just made my blood boil for some unknown reason.
"You have a girlfriend." I talked like a madman to myself, gripping my drink tighter as I failed to pull him away from the onslaught of men who seemed to all want to devour him at once.
Taehyung grinded sexily on Jongin, sending me a spicy glare of hatred; my glass shattered, my drink spilling all over the dance floor as I dragged him way amid his muffled screams.
"You have a girlfriend." I thought as I led him to a place where we could have some privacy. "What are you doing, Yoongi? It's not right to feel jealous when you have Chanmi."
"Let me go!" he screeched, and I could only smile at how cute he looked when he was angry.
The fuck? Why do I think he's cute?
"Because he is cute, you bonehead." my thoughts screamed at me, and I couldn't help but agree.
Before I could say something stupid out loud, he had evaded my grip, falling to the ground is a messy heap. He wouldn't accept my help, calling me an asshole (quite rightfully, may I add?) and calling me out on everything I did to him.
He asked me why I was jealous, and I had absolutely nothing to say that would be a fit answer. Even I didn't know why I was jealous of my Taehyung dancing with other men.
"My Taehyung?" my mind whispered evilly. "He isn't yours Yoongi, is he?"
I ignored it, pushing the unwelcome thought far away into the back of my mind as I helped him up. Something told me that things would change tonight, but I didn't have any idea what was going to happen.
On an impulse I asked him if he wanted to talk, and surprisingly he agreed with a small smile on his face. I couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes.
God, he was handsome.
No. Handsome was an understatement.
Tall, well built with wide blue eyes and long-ish brown-black hair, he was the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on. When I had met him in the morning and at the Gayo stage, his face was caked with stage makeup, but now he was barefaced with only a hint of a smoky eye which shadowed his blue orbs like a perfect thunderstorm.
Absolutely beautiful; the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and that tiny mole on his nose.
Chanmi could never compare.
Never in her wildest dreams.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked him, trying to act nonchalant like I hadn't been checking him out only mere seconds ago. "Anything specific?"
"Why were you jealous?" he shot, leaning against the wall tiredly, slouching a little. "You have a girlfriend."
"So do you." I shot right back at him, watching his expression change into one filled with remorse and disdain.
"I know." he mumbled, refusing to meet my gaze. "But that's not for long, I think I'm going to break up with her."
"Can I ask you why?" I prodded, honestly curious. "Did anything happen?"
"I don't love her, hyung." he finally looked right at me and I wanted to cower at his chilling gaze. "I don't see myself loving her like that in the future."
"She's one of my closest friends, and I love her platonically but I can't seem to push myself to fall in love with her."
"Ah..." I could only whisper the words under my breath. "You do what is right, Taetae. And it's not right to keep dating her when you don't see a future with her."
"Can I ask you something too?" his gaze was bloodshot, the alcohol still in his system as he looked at me with fire in his eyes."You've got to be honest with me." I nodded gently, and I never expected his next question.
"Do you see a future with Noona?"
"What?" I stared at him in surprise; his words catching me off guard.
"I asked if you see a future with your girlfriend." he asked, eyes glazed over with some emotion that I couldn't decipher. And I saw no signs of cunning or slyness in his eyes. He looked confused and alone, and just needing an answer to confirm my own advice to him.
Did I see myself with her in the future?
No matter how hard I strained my mind, I couldn't imagine her and I getting married and having children together, living happily in a big house in the country.
Why couldn't I picture something so simple?
"Because you don't love her, Yoongi." my thoughts made another uncannily will timed appearance. "You never will love her enough for that to ever happen."
And there lay my answer.
"No."
"What do you mean no?" Taehyung looked at me incredulously, eyes widening and lips parting in shock and surprise.
I wonder how his lips would feel against mine.
Get a grip, Yoongi.
"To answer your question, I don't think I see her in my future." I shrugged, my revelation shocking even myself.
"Fuck, what am I saying?"
"Then why date her in the first place?" he asked, his eyes still looking sad and tearful.
God what wouldn't I give to kiss it better.
No, I'm not gay! What am I thinking?
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Heartbreak."
"Sex."
He let out a weak chuckle, but that alone was enough to send warm shivers down my spine.
"Your'e such an asshole, hyung."
"You think I don't know?" I narrowed my eyes at him defensively. "I hear it at least twice a day, it's nothing new to me."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, you'd deserve to call me that." I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes, my guilt clouding my thoughts. "I was a terrible person to you."
"It's okay, it's all in the past. Remember?" he smiled weakly, reaching out to entwine my fingers with his.
Fuck, my hands fit so perfectly in his.
Not. The. Fucking. Time.
"Okay." I squeezed his fingers tightly, making him smile brightly. "Thank you for saying that."
He grinned wider, eyes suddenly brightening and I could see galaxies and stars in those beautiful orbs. I couldn't help but gaze into them, awestruck. He seemed to notice my not-so-subtle staring, because he laughed out loud in surprise and delight.
And I had died and gone to heaven.
I had never seen him laugh, and my mouth dropped open in shock at the beautiful sound that escaped his mouth.
His eyes scrunched tightly, cheeks red and mouth widening to show off the most uniques smile ever possessed by any human. No, Kim Taehyung was no human, he was too gorgeous and ethereal to be termed anything less than angelic.
I could get lost in those beautiful eyes for hours, and that smile could keep me alive forever.
"Earth to hyung!!" he laughed louder, and I died yet again. "You blanked out and I wa-"
"You're so beautiful, Taehyung."
He blushed at my sudden interjection, his pink cheeks turning scarlet. I reached out to to touch his face, and he flinched ever so lightly at my touch, but relaxing almost instantly as my fingers glided smoothly across his full cheeks.
"So fucking beautiful." I whispered in awe, "Why haven't I noticed this before?"
He blushed even deeper, eyes still teary and bright and he dipped his face to hide his flushed state.
"No, let me see you." I gripped his chin tightly, staring all I wanted into his perfect face.
"You're perfect, Taehyung." I stammered out, "Flawless."
"No I'm not, hyung." he whispered, "Flattery won't work, so don't even try."
"No, I think you're an angel."
"No I'm not."
"You are the most perfect being, Taehyung." I looked at him in all earnest, and I could see the disbelief in his blue eyes, now clouded with emotion.
"It's the alcohol talking." he frowned at me, and I saw the first tears spill out and fall gently onto his cheeks. "You're just drunk."
That was it.
I looked at him, at the one inch of space left between our faces. We had wound up getting closer and closer to each other with each word leaving our mouths. I could only see him, his eyes trapping me forever and I couldn't help but fall into them.
Willingly, I became his prey.
He sniffled, and my heart broke for him. Just like his heart had been broken by my insensitiveness, once, and it hurt to know that I had been the reason for his heartache.
He seemed to realise that our noses were touching, and he began to pull away, flustered. But I didn't let him go, closing the inch between our mouths with my lips.
And I had never felt more alive.
He whimpered into the kiss, unresponsive at first but when my fingers carded into his hair, he moaned, his hands resting on my waist hesitantly.
"Hyung, please-" he whispered, letting my tongue invade his wet cavern, tangling with his own in a battle for dominance he let me win readily.
Kissing Kim Taehyung was a euphoria in itself, and I wanted nothing else from this cold, cruel world than this boy. I wanted to be the one who got to love him and kiss him forever.
I wanted him.
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Taehyung POV
"Tae-" he mumbled into my mouth, almost slamming me into the wall as he pulled roughly at my hair. He was much shorter than me, and he had to stand on tiptoe to kiss me, but all that was forgotten when he held me in his arms. His arms had left my hair and were wrapped around my back in the most comforting embrace I had ever been in.
"This is wrong-" I whimpered, eyes still locked shut as I let his kisses take over my system. "This is so wrong."
"But it feels so right." he moaned into my mouth, words muffled and incorrigible as he held me tighter. "So fucking right-"
"Take me."
"I want you." he answered, pulling away just to answer me, before attacking me with sweet, sweet kisses once more.
"Now?"
"Now."
The thought that the both of us weren't single, and that we both had amazing girlfriends waiting for us never crossed our minds even once.
first mistake
I let him lead me somewhere far from all the noise, and I felt like I was drugged with something so strong as he kissed me all along, tugging at my tie gently as we stumbled up flights of stairs in a wild search for an unoccupied room in the huge building.
"Taehyung, please-"
"Are you sure you want this, hyung?" I whispered into his mouth as his hands wandered over my back to grip teasingly at my ass.
"I want this." he looked at me with an unreadable expression, "I've never done this with a man, but I want to do this with you."
"Me too, I've wanted this for as long as I've remembered."
"And I'm an idiot for not making you mine earlier." he admitted, eyes hard yet softened as he kissed me again. "I'm sorry Taetae."
"Is this really happening?" I giggled, his hand in mine as we ran across the halls in desperate search for a room. "Am I really doing this with you?"
"And I cant believe I'm here with my angel." he squeezed my fingers comfortingly as we neared a quiet room at the end of a long corridor on the topmost floor.
"Stopppppp!" I laughed freely, twirling around the empty hallway as he chuckled at my actions, eyes looking at me almost lovingly.
His lips met mine again in the sweetest of kisses, my heart leaping as our bodies almost colliding as he turned the knob on the door, opening it with a sudden bang.
second mistake
The sound of the door slamming open made me flinch.
But the couple who were making out against the glass windows seemed more shaken than I was.
The girl looked so familiar, and I couldn't place where I had seen her silhouette before, when she turned to face us, to see who had invaded their privacy.
Her eyes widened seeing me, and I felt numb inside.
"T-taehyung?"
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"Tzuyu."
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Yoongi POV
"Y-yoongi?"
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"Chanmi."
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READ!! IMPORTANT!!
spicy enough for you?
So finally the first Taegi kiss, and it's already tainted with cheating and betrayal.
Tzuyu and Chanmi are going to have a lot of explaining to do, don't they?
If anyone saw this coming, leave a comment here so I'll know how clever you are. Be honest!
I had left a few hints in the past chapters.
~ Tzuyu confessing that she was bisexual to Taehyung, without ANY real context. I was hoping some of you would find it weird, but only one or two seemed to feel that something was off.
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~ The comments section on a post where Chungha (Kim Chanmi) invited Tzuyu to hang out with her at the Gayo afterparty because Yoongi and Taehyung made plans to get drinks together then.
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——> Tzuyu was extremely excited to hang out with her idol. She was fangirling A LOT. She even brozoned Taehyung and told him that she would pick Chung-Ha over him any day. It was funny, a lot of jokes were made at their expense.
We all took it lightly, didn't we?
Who knew she was half-serious?
Does this sound familiar to another person in this story?
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a/n: I hope you guys like this chapter as much as I liked writing this. Love ya'll forever!
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