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kafeuka · 2 years

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a gentle sin

“I, for sure, thought you would give me a sarcastic remark, Yoongi. But are you, really?”

“I, what?”

“Proud of me?”

With a small smile, Yoongi replied, “Always.” (read on ao3 here)

Even before Ms. Son could knock on his door to inform him of a guest downstairs, Yoongi could already tell that it was Taehyung from his hurried footsteps. Yoongi turned on his stool, expecting Taehyung to burst into his room like the boy Yoongi had remembered him to be. Instead, he heard a knock first, but before Yoongi could answer, Taehyung had already opened the door, his wide, charming grin plastered on his face.

Yoongi could not help but mirror Taehyung’s expression; his lips seemed to stretch on their own without Yoongi even realizing. He stood up, stretching his hand outwards to shake Taehyung’s hand, only for him to be enveloped into a warm embrace.

Yoongi was never fond of hugging, as he never knew what to do with his hands but with Taehyung, he found himself embracing the boy back, hands softly clutching onto Taehyung’s coat as he inhaled Taehyung’s scent. Taehyung had grown slightly taller and admittedly, bigger than him since they’ve last met, much to his disdain.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you!” murmured Taehyung, warm breath tickling Yoongi’s ear.

Slightly embarrassed, Yoongi pulled away and reached out to tousle Taehyung’s curls. “And I to you, Taehyung. I see that Paris had been treating you well,” beamed Yoongi.

Taehyung let out a hearty chuckle, putting his hands into the pocket of his coat as he shrugged. “Wonderful country, but I would very much rather be here with you.”

Yoongi felt his heart stutter in his chest at the words Taehyung so shamelessly utter. How could a boy say those words so boldly to another boy? But this was Taehyung, who had always worn his heart on his sleeve, whose face never betray any emotions.

“Hundreds of sunsets in Paris and you’d still rather be in this lonely town with me? A jester, you are, Taehyung,” laughed Yoongi, and he missed the way Taehyung’s expression changed.

“I made Sowon purchase tickets for the opera tonight. For two. Would you be so kind to accompany me like the old times, Yoongi?” asked Taehyung as he took out two familiar green tickets from the coat of his pocket.

“It would be my pleasure.”

They were seated in one of the balcony booths, a place that Taehyung have always wanted to secure from the first moment they stepped foot inside the theatre. Yoongi had given Taehyung a knowing smile when they were guided to their booth, and Taehyung replied with a playful grin.

Once they have seated, Taehyung leaned in to whisper, “I’ve sold twenty paintings for this moment, Yoongi. Are you proud of me?”

Yoongi placed a hand in front of his lips to stop himself from letting out a giggle before he replied, “I do. Don’t you read any of my letters, Taehyung? I’ve always known you are made to be a painter, after all.”

Yoongi could see the peach colouring Taehyung’s honey cheeks, and there was a surprise look on Taehyung’s face.

“I, for sure, thought you would give me a sarcastic remark, Yoongi. But are you, really?”

“I, what?”

“Proud of me?”

With a small smile, Yoongi replied, “Always.”

Yoongi had watched A Gentle Sin countless of times, and it was the first play that he and Taehyung had watched together. To say that Yoongi was familiar with the opera would be an understatement, but no matter how many times he had attended, he would always find a new detail in the play that he would grow to love.

A forbidden love story between two star-crossed lovers; a mortal and an immortal who only walks at night. Romance was only enjoyable to Yoongi if it had done right, and A Gentle Sin never failed to tug at his heartstrings.

He and Taehyung would discuss every play they have watched together on their way home, which was curious to Yoongi as to why he found Taehyung’s gaze kept on lingering to him during the play.

There was a small voice in Yoongi’s head that was feeding him thoughts he prayed to not be true, and he tried to drown it by focusing on the play instead. He convinced himself that Taehyung was simply bored but did not wish to interrupt Yoongi, thus the lingering gazes.

If it weren’t for Yoongi’s insistence to converse about the play, the walk back home would be eerily silent which would be very unlike Taehyung, for it was always Taehyung who would prattle on and on about every tiny new detail that he had spotted during the play. This time, however, it was Yoongi who carried the conversation.

Taehyung only watched as Yoongi excitedly describe in detail, his eyes never leaving Yoongi. Often, he would hum and agree in respond, and it made Yoongi felt as if he was conversing with a wall, but Yoongi was too afraid to be silent.

Yoongi had the strong desire to run away when he finally ran out of things to say, which was terrible because there was something in him that kept on urging him to talk. When he turned to Taehyung, Taehyung was looking at him with a look that gave him a sudden panic, praying for him to vanish into thin air.

To his surprise and relief, Taehyung opened his lips to speak, “Do you mind if I come over and listen to you play?”

“No, I don’t mind at all.”

They were sitting side by side on the piano stool; Yoongi skillfully playing the piano as Taehyung watched. When it ended, Taehyung clapped his hands and let out a rather dramatic gasp before showering Yoongi with flattery. “How amazing you are, Yoongi!”

The never-ending compliment turned Yoongi’s ears red, and lips stretched into a grin. “Oh, stop it, you!”

“That was a new one, is it not? It’s your own composition, admit it.”

“Yes, it is. It’s a struggle to come up with something original lately, but creating music brings me joy,” said Yoongi, a finger pressing on one of the black keys on the piano.

“So do I, with painting. It brings me immense joy to hold a brush and bring the images in my mind to life. I haven’t properly thanked you yet… you and your grandfather, for sending me abroad.” Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave as he said so, his eyes were casted downwards on the piano keys.

“Please, there is no need to thank us. We wanted to do it, Taehyung. You deserve it, you ray of sunshine. I know you can make your family proud,” murmured Yoongi.

“I—” Taehyung opened his lips to speak as he turned hastily to Yoongi, but no words left his mouth.

Yoongi faced Taehyung, and the look Taehyung was giving him sent a shiver down his spine. He had somehow known that this would happen, but he had been ignoring his feelings and assuring himself that he was wrong that the moment he dreaded was here and Yoongi was powerless and helpless to stop it. In an effort to lift the tension in the room, Yoongi reached out to ruffle Taehyung’s dark locks and let out a laugh that he hoped did not sound forced.

“Missing Paris already?” joked Yoongi, his fingers still buried in Taehyung’s soft curls.

Before Yoongi could withdraw his hand back, Taehyung had wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s wrist, holding it gently.

There was a seriousness in Taehyung’s eyes that Yoongi had never seen there before, and it was starting to worry Yoongi. He wanted to run away, to lock himself to another chamber, but they were still in Yoongi’s haven — his bedroom – and with Taehyung holding his wrist, Yoongi could only stay seated through this torment.

Yoongi tried to move his hand by lowering it, but somehow his palm ended up against Taehyung’s cheek, and Taehyung was still holding him gently with those wildfire in his eyes.

“Yoongi, my dearest, I—”

It was Taehyung who spoke, but it felt as if there were words stuck in Yoongi’s throat. Yoongi swallowed, not daring to move or breathe.

With a sigh and unblinking eyes, Taehyung said, “I have loved you since I’ve known you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you. I— I couldn’t help it, Yoongi, you’ve been so kind to me, to my family and I’ve tried to show you, but you wouldn’t let me, and even when I tried to say it, you’ve never responded and I can’t go on any longer, I simply can’t.”

“Oh, dear, no, Taehyung, please… I thought you’d understand that we can’t— we —” implored Yoongi, both hands cupping Taehyung’s cheeks.

Taehyung closed his eyes, basking in Yoongi’s touch before exhaling and opening his eyes.

“You love me too, don’t you?”

“I can’t—” began Yoongi, but he was struggling to find the right words. Taehyung was looking at him with those doe eyes, patiently waiting and it made Yoongi’s heart ache. “— I’m so desperately sorry, Taehyung. I can’t, we can’t, it’s not how it’s supposed to be.”

“What ever do you mean by that?”

“You’ll fine a lovely, accomplished girl that will truly adore you. You enjoy the elegant society, the dance, and you’d hate my spending my time composing, locking myself in my room, my constant scribbling—”

“No, I won’t, you’ve made me a better man, my love. You, Yoongi, you,” spoke Taehyung with a fierce tone.

“Don’t, Taehyung. Please don’t call me that, I am anything but that. I can’t, I simply can’t,” cried Yoongi, letting go of Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung’s face fell, and if the room was any quieter, Yoongi was frightened that he could hear Taehyung’s heart breaking into pieces. Taehyung had grown so still, his gaze finally leaving Yoongi’s face only to settle on the ground, and for a moment, Yoongi thought that Taehyung would run away, but it seemed as if Yoongi’s words were too much for him to bear that Taehyung laid his head down on edge of the fallboard and closed his eyes.

“Please, Taehyung, listen to me. I am so grateful to you, and so proud and fond of you, I wish I could say that I can see myself in the future with you, but I can’t. Not now, not when there are scrutinizing eyes everywhere. I don’t believe I shall ever marry, and I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for anyone. Not for a mortal woman, not for a mortal man.”

Taehyung looked up from the fallboard, eyes filled with love and longing, and Yoongi wished that he could say what Taehyung wished to hear. How could he deny the poor boy, when his lashes were wet, and his eyes were begging for Yoongi to reciprocate his feelings?

“I know better than you, Yoongi, I know you!” broke in Taehyung, tears streaming down his face, “There will come a time when you will care for somebody, and I know you will love them tremendously. I know you will, and it hurts because it isn’t me— because I am not enough, because I am not half good enough for you!”

“I do care about you, but not the way you want me to, Taehyung, please…” pleaded Yoongi, feeling his heart moving up to his throat. He reached out to hold Taehyung’s arm, but even in his anger, Taehyung managed to gently push Yoongi’s hand away. Yoongi’s hands itched to hold onto Taehyung, to mend his broken heart, but he could only watch as the boy silently sob.

“If it was a man, I know you would not think twice to marry him. There will come a day when you would live and die for him. I know you, Yoongi. And I’ll be hanged if I stand by and watch you with him.”

“Tae…”

Taehyung stood up from the stool abruptly, not bothering to wipe the tears on his face as he stormed out of the room. Yoongi stayed frozen in his seat, his hands shaking and lips trembling. And on this day, he had understood; his gentle sin was this— he had been loving Taehyung ever since he had known what love was, and he had made Taehyung believed otherwise.

#kfk: oneshot #taegi fanfic #taegi fic #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts #supv fanfic #taegi #supv

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hobimo · 1 year

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It Happened Quiet

Summary:

There’s something in the woods. “Yoongi.” Something between the trees. “Yoongi.” There’s someone in the woods. “Yoongi!”

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#mine #my fics #cryptid #it happened quiet #taegi #(taegiseok if u squint)#complete #im TRYING TO THINK OF TAGS OK #hello welcome to my tumblr blog where i sweat abt what to tag my fics #anyway #taegi fanfic #thank u ceta for the mb #i would tag her but idk her tumblr deets anymore....

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fuzings · 2 months

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YOURS ALWAYS, TAEHYUNG

taehyung writes letters as a coping mechanism after losing the one he loves.

PAIRING. kim taehyung & min yoongi.

RATING. mature.

WORD COUNT. 6.8k words.

TAGS. main character death. coping. grief/mourning. hopeful ending.

#click the title for the link!#bts ao3 fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #taegi fanfic #taegi fanfiction #taegi ao3 fanfiction #taegi au #taegi fic #bts au fanfic

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teardewil · 3 months

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alpha/beta reader

Hii!

I'm currently working on a taegi fic and would love an alpha/beta reader to give feedback/thoughts on the structure and story (anything really)! So I'm checking to see if there's any interest.

It's loosely based on the backstory of Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama. There's archer yoongi who's son of the "head" of the town/commander and he meets a mysterious boy, Taehyung, who at first agrees to help him get better at close combat. They grow closer, while meeting at a special spot. There's a war going on, that's been going on for centuries, and is only fought during spring (for reasons). Yoongi and Taehyung gradually get to know each other without telling each other too much.. wink wink

Some tags I think fits the story is: slow burn, angst, minor character death, strangers to friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, (maybe unreliable narrator), hurt comfort

It's still a work in progress but I have the story planned out.

If you have any questions or if this sounds like something you'd be interested in, please send me a DM, and if you want more about the story before deciding to start alpha/beta reading, I can send my story/mood board and planning !! :)

It's currently at 4 chapters (it looks to be around 5-6 chapters to finish) and at around 30k words

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cliffolly · 1 year

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Just One Day

AO3 Link

Oneshot | 6.4K Words

Taegi | Established Relationship, Mild Smut, Fluff

I wrote this very much with love, hope, and nostalgia in my heart. Though he'll never see this (God, I hope he never sees this), for my lovely husband, without whom I would have never thought of writing again.

Yoongi doesn't dream tonight. He sleeps heavily, anxiety almost forgotten as it sits in the pit of his stomach. In the back of his head, he hears "Don't be late. Don't be late. Don't be late." His eyes snap open at the sounding of his alarm, and so his day begins.

Sometimes, it’s easy for Yoongi to forget that he hasn’t known Taehyung for all his life.

Yoongi always wakes up first. It used to be Taehyung, but after losing his factory job almost 6 months ago, Taehyung hasn’t had to wake up before five in the morning since then, save for when he has to travel far for roofing projects.

At 4:30AM, everything is quiet and still aside from the fan that sits at the foot of their bed. Taehyung left it on again, as well as the LED lights that perimeters the ceiling. The room glows a low yellow, and Yoongi can only stare idly at the ceiling for a few minutes before a pang of nausea ruins the calm of his morning.

It’s been this way for a couple months now. Every morning, a moment of peace before sudden nausea. Seldom does anything actually come up, but yesterday morning, Yoongi had been revisited by dinner from the previous night, so he’d much rather be safe than sorry this morning.

Yoongi reaches out for the boxers he’d thrown to the side last night and pulls them over his legs before wiggling down the length of the bed until his feet hit the cold, tiled floor. He finds his sandals with ease and pulls up his boxers as he stands, shivering a bit from the cold. Swiftly, he reaches out to shut off the fan while grabbing his glasses from the vanity with his other hand. As soon as he can see, he makes his way to the bathroom, out the bedroom, down the short hallway, all the while battling the urge to gag with a shudder that runs through his body.

Yoongi had always been of a soft nature growing up. He couldn’t eat breakfast for the longest because eating that early would make him sick. If it was too cold, he’d gag with little control, not to mention the way his body reacted to any unfavorable smells he had the misfortune of coming across. He’d been nauseous for every first day of school up until high school, and he’d been doing a lot better since then.

Ever since graduating college, however, it’s gotten so much worse, especially in the mornings. Yoongi did a stint of therapy months ago, and his therapist suggested it may be anxiety, but that sounded too expensive, and that terrified him. What if something else was wrong with him, but he couldn’t afford to fix or control it? He hadn’t been to an appointment since then.

Yoongi washes his hands at the sink before looking up and staring at his reflection in the rusty mirror.

It hurts to admit it, but this isn’t the life Yoongi had imagined for himself growing up.

Call him crazy, but Yoongi’s imagined future was always a nice house, a nice car, a nice job. Impeccable bathroom. Free access to his kitchen. Not having to hide his things in fear of people stealing them. Not working from before sun-up to sundown. Not this. Certainly, heartbreakingly, not this.

Yoongi contemplates his choices as he wanders back to his and Taehyung’s bedroom, making sure to find his trashcan before he dares to start getting ready, just in case.

It’s not his fault, and it’s not Taehyung’s either. Yoongi has to remember that to keep his anger from getting the best of him. It’s easy to blame Taehyung; he’s the one who got them this space while Yoongi was still studying away at college. But Yoongi knows it isn’t fair when he knows he was just doing his best.

Yoongi is a recent college physics graduate, and he isn’t without his prospects. There are numerous job opportunities pertaining to his field of study, and he could make good money with it, but Yoongi can’t fight this feeling of fear 𑁋 fear of change, fear of responsibility, fear of adulthood.

Just one year before he starts his big kid job, he had said after graduating. Just one year is all he needs. Eighteen consecutive years of education can break a person, and Yoongi felt he deserved a break, so just one year will do. Six months later, that one year turned into two. No, Yoongi wasn’t putting off going to work-work, at least he didn’t think so. But what if he was, subconsciously?

Yoongi’s gaze falls on Taehyung, still asleep. His overgrown, thick hair sticks out in every direction. He’s got this look of concentration on his face, his mouth slightly open, and his snoring isn’t as loud as it usually is. Yoongi knows he’s mostly naked, wearing one of Yoongi’s boxers, and he’s most likely spread eagle under the thick duvet that he wears up to his chin. He sleeps deeply, beautifully. Bless him.

Taehyung had dropped out of high school when he was sixteen. Abusive father. Violent family. Taehyung needed out. Yoongi knows the story. Yoongi knows the story too well. Taehyung moved out young, had worked odd jobs, manual labor, a dangerous factory job where he almost lost life and limb too many times to count 𑁋 that’s the one Yoongi hated most. He couldn’t stand to be alone. He couldn’t bear the thought of being without Taehyung.

After checking the time, Yoongi is close to running late, so he packs his toothbrush and toothpaste into his backpack and grabs a stick of gum from the shelves of snacks that he and Taehyung had started keeping recently. He shoves the gum in his pocket and slings on his backpack before carefully moving towards Taehyung’s side of the bed, whispering softly, “I’m leaving now.”

That’s all it takes to wake up Taehyung, but just barely. His dark eyes peek out from thick lashes to watch as Yoongi takes a seat at the edge of the bed. His voice is thick with sleep when he mutters in a low, raspy manner, “Already?”

Yoongi leans down to plant a kiss on Taehyung’s lips, two kisses, three, a fourth just for good luck. Taehyung has his arms, heavy, around Yoongi, gently pulling him into his neck and humming softly, his skin warm to the touch and Yoongi wants so desperately to stay like this. Taehyung smells like deodorant, fabric softener, and sleep. It takes Yoongi all the force he can muster to pull himself away from Taehyung’s warm embrace, and he’s only half-aware of the smile that sits on his lips.

“I’m running late.”

Taehyung hums in acknowledgement, lids so low that Yoongi only knows they’re open from the soft reflection of the LED lights. “Be safe.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi is up now, grabbing his keys and water bottle before heading to the door. “I love you.”

“Text me when you get there.”

“I will. Be good.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Drive safely.”

“Uh-huh. Bye, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Bye, baby, go carefully. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Yoongi repeats before he shuts the door.

It’s his favorite part of the morning. As much as he hates leaving, he loves this little ritual. Taehyung is almost deaf in the morning, and he’s much too sleepy to hold an actual conversation, but Yoongi loves the way he sends him off, the way his voice claws its way from Taehyung’s throat. Yoongi longs for his next day off so they can sleep in together, but with the way work has been, it’s only wishful thinking at best.

Yoongi’s in his car and he has a thirty-minute drive ahead of him. If he steps on it, he’ll only be a minute late. As soon as Yoongi gets on the highway, he does just that. And as he drives, he thinks.

These drives, though tedious and life-threatening (people drive stupid before 6AM), are important to Yoongi, in their own way. He thinks of many things during these drives 𑁋 his future, his plans, his life with Taehyung, his past, his beliefs, his desires. Just yesterday, he used the law of the conservation of matter and energy to justify the belief of reincarnation. Taehyung loved that conversation once Yoongi got home.

Today, Yoongi’s head is foggy on the drive to work. He weaves carefully through traffic, much more mindful now than he used to be.

Huh, life’s funny like that. Four years ago, Yoongi would be driving much more recklessly 𑁋 he had a sports car four years ago, so that may be part of the reason. He also didn’t have Taehyung back then.

Yoongi met Taehyung during the winter break of his freshman year of college. Yoongi had been eighteen, working over every school break to help scrape together money for his tuition. He’d caught wind of a manual labor job from a friend, and it paid decently enough; that’s how Yoongi found himself working as part of a clean-up crew for a team of roof repairmen.

At the time, Taehyung was tittering on seventeen, but an experienced roofer. He spent his time on the roofs, ripping apart shingles, hammering down ridges, and installing whirlybirds. Yoongi only knew him in passing as the gross guy who kept spitting on the roofs. The most their interactions ever accumulated to was Taehyung shouting down if Yoongi could throw him a couple of waters.

It wasn’t until a couple months after they had started dating that Taehyung told him the full story while they laid in bed.

“I saw you, and that was it. I was curious, and I asked around, ‘Who is that? What is he doing here?’ They said, ‘Oh, that’s Yoongi, he’s going to be helping out.’”

“Why didn’t you talk to me yourself? I didn’t even know your name.” “No, I was too shy to talk to you myself. Do you know how hard it was for me to ask you to throw me waters? I was too scared to talk to you. I’d always watch you. You were lovely. I still remember seeing you drive away in your little car and I’d think, no, he’s too cool.”

“You thought I was cute? In the shitty sweatpants and hoodies I wore?”

“I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. I wanted to talk to you, I really did, to ask if you wanted to hang out, if you had a boyfriend, but there was no way you were single, and I didn’t want to bother you. You were there to work, not find a boyfriend. That’s why I always went to Jin’s place, hoping you’d be there. Maybe there I could talk to you.”

In the end, that’s how it happened, but it took a whole year.

Yoongi was visiting from college during Thanksgiving break of his sophomore year and couldn’t head to his brother’s place due to a chemical plant blowing up nearby, so Jin offered his couch to Yoongi for the week. While everyone else sat outside drinking, Yoongi and Hoseok had sat inside, watching movies while they chatted, and Taehyung, who hadn’t seen Yoongi in that whole year, came inside, “pretending” (Taehyung insisted he had, Yoongi knows it was all lies) that he needed to use the restroom only to find it occupied. Taehyung had sat on another couch nearby to wait his turn before asking timid questions to Yoongi, how he was, what he was doing, how school was going, until Taehyung finally asked in that 2019 fashion, “Can I have your snapchat?”

Hoseok, ever the interloper, egged on Yoongi to say yes and watched with big eyes as the two exchanged contact information. Taehyung brought Yoongi and Hoseok drinks afterwards before disappearing outside (without even using the restroom, but whatever).

Taehyung messaged Yoongi almost immediately 𑁋 you’re beautiful.

Yoongi was unbathed, sleepy, and wearing old, mismatched pajamas, but he wasn’t one to deny himself compliments.

They went back and forth for a couple days, even after Yoongi went back to classes. The messages were constant, and Taehyung got into the habit of calling him every night before bed, sometimes sending him pictures in the middle of the day from work, shirtless, usually. They spoke about their beliefs, their days, their wishes for their individual futures.

Despite his own feelings,Yoongi did his best to stave off Taehyung, telling him maybe they should just be friends. After all, Yoongi had just gotten out of a relationship the summer before, and he’d just gotten over it. Aside from that, Yoongi wasn’t sure if he had it in him to balance a relationship on top of his course load and his jobs. Taehyung agreed, but he couldn’t help himself, really. Just as Yoongi was realizing just how serious Taehyung’s feelings for him were, Taehyung was already falling in love with Yoongi; it was no longer a matter of if they dated, but when they would.

Yoongi felt his stomach turn just at the memory of their first date. God, he had been so nervous.

On the first day of winter break, a couple weeks after meeting, Yoongi had only stopped by his brother’s place to shower and change before heading out to see Taehyung, almost losing himself on the way. He still remembered the polo shirt Taehyung wore as he walked out of his front door, silhouetted by the light inside. His hair was gelled back, his face clean-shaven, and his skin wore the most wonderful cologne. Yoongi waited idly inside his car and stepped out at the sight of Taehyung, waving timidly as the younger boy approached him, Taehyung’s smile bold, Yoongi’s nervous.

It happened so quickly.

They shared a hug and, all these years later, Yoongi still isn’t sure how or why it happened. Maybe it was the pent up frustration. Maybe it was from all the sweet messages exchanged. Maybe it was Taehyung remembering the almost teasing messages Yoongi had sent after agreeing to meet up that day, that he just might kiss Taehyung when they saw each other, but he wasn’t sure yet.

Regardless, they shared a kiss, innocent at first, before Taehyung managed to back Yoongi against his car. Never, in his life, had Yoongi received such a ravenous kiss, and never had he enjoyed such a thing. Taehyung kissed passionately, a hand on Yoongi's nape and another on his bum. Yoongi could only weave his fingers into Taehyung’s hair, rest another hand at the small of his back, feeling something hot in the pits of his stomach as Taehyung bit his lower lip.

Yoongi blinked languidly, finding himself at a red light. He hadn’t realized he was this close to his job already.

He needed to stop daydreaming while driving.

Yoongi pulls into the parking lot of his job at six on the dot. He gets the shop open and set up within ten minutes, and manages to brush his teeth before the first customer arrives.

The work is easy, and the customers are pleasant enough. Yoongi doesn’t mind making coffees, and the food prep is easy in the sense that he finds a certain peace when he chops fruit, decorates shakes.

Though Yoongi enjoys the job, he can’t help but feel a bit of guilt. Business is slow, and he spends most of his free time writing music when he isn’t tending to the shop. His uncle says he trusts Yoongi, that he doesn’t even check the cameras ever since Yoongi started helping his uncle run his secondary shop. Yoongi likes the job, knows most of the customers by name and greets them so, but, as of late, he feels worry coming in. There’s only one other employee here, and they’re as dependable as a skittish dog. Yoongi carries the brunt of the responsibilities, managing employees (when they had more than one), conducting interviews (so many off-putting people Yoongi never wanted to meet again), and still running the shop on his own. He gets paid for it well, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the job weighing on him.

“We can always shut down that location,” his uncle offered a couple days ago when Yoongi had visited him at the primary shop. “If you like, you can just come work with me here. We’ll have fun like in the old days.”

Yoongi’s heart hurts. Shutting down, to him, is akin to quitting, and he feels to blame if his uncle’s shop doesn’t perform well. He can’t help the feeling that he might miss working here, seeing the same customers, meeting their friends, learning about their lives. But he also misses the sense of peace he had lost somewhere along the way.

“We can close weekends, but we should definitely close earlier, at least until the summer.” Yoongi’s uncle was too kind. “You need some days off. I’ll keep trying to find new employees before you leave for your job, should you still want to do that.”

Yoongi orders lunch to arrive around eleven; it’s the routine he’s settled into. Lunch at eleven, snack at three, clean and restock at four, mop at five, shut down at six sharp to head home. Closing earlier now, Yoongi will need to adjust his routine, and it makes his stomach turn.

There are intermittent spam calls throughout the day, sparse customers as the morning rush passes. Yoongi sits for lunch at eleven-fifteen, pulling out his laptop to watch trash reality TV shows while he eats, but as soon as he’s done, he exits the show. It doesn’t really hold his attention anymore.

It’s something Yoongi has noticed since junior year of college. Something in him isn’t okay. The things he used to enjoy, reading, writing, watching shitty people on shitty shows, doesn’t make him happy like it used to. He’d begun to feel ‘low,’ as his old therapist said. Often, especially alone at the shop, Yoongi finds himself in waves of sadness and complacency.

He had originally thought that the stress of college had induced this inside of him. Endless assignments, three jobs, a demanding degree 𑁋 he had felt so trapped to the point that, as much Yoongi hated to admit it, he had considered simply ending it all.

He remembers when he confessed to Taehyung, through tears, in a phone call, that sometimes Yoongi felt that he wanted to die. It was a desperate feeling that had been weighing on him for semesters, and Yoongi felt embarrassed to admit that having three late assignments honestly made him wish he wasn’t alive anymore. He expected Taehyung to wave it away; Yoongi wasn’t sure why, he knew Taehyung wasn’t like that. He remembers how Taehyung cried on his side of the call, apologized, told Yoongi he loved him, and then made the five-hour drive to Yoongi’s college apartment to spend the night with him, despite the fact that they both had work the next morning. Instead, they both stayed in and spent the day together.

It wasn’t the first time Yoongi called Taehyung in hysterics, and it wasn’t the last time that Taehyung dropped everything to support Yoongi in his times of great need. Then, and even now, Taehyung had been one of the only escapes for Yoongi, and it had been one of the first arguments they had after they started dating.

Taehyung insisted that he wanted to be everything for Yoongi, his joy, his motivation, his best friend, but Yoongi was too familiar with the signs of domestic abuse, and he knew he needed a life apart from Taehyung. He knew he couldn’t depend on Taehyung as his only source of happiness, and doing so would be unfair to Taehyung, but the younger boy didn’t seem to care. He said it was what he was here for.

Yoongi, too afraid to end up in his parents’ position, spent the first year of his relationship with Taehyung running away from him. He would run from arguments, ignore problems, and the distance between them while Yoongi was in college had been damaging to their relationship. Yoongi felt that the distance brought the worst out of them: jealousy, possessiveness, mistrust. Together, they were perfect, but any time spent with each other loomed under the knowledge that Yoongi would need to leave again. Yoongi longed for the day that wouldn’t be the case.

Taehyung had held Yoongi close in his arms, still warm and sweaty after sex, when he asked bravely, “Will you marry me?”

Yoongi laughed. It had only been three months since they started dating 𑁋 the question felt silly. “No.”

“You’re so mean.”

“Ask me again later.”

So, a month later, Taehyung did and, again, Yoongi said no.

Nine months after they started dating, Taehyung asked again, and, this time, Yoongi thought before responding.

“Not yet. Maybe later.”

A year later, it was Yoongi who asked, “When are we going to get married?”

Taehyung was incredulous. “We’re not getting married!”

“Why not?”

“You told me ‘no,’ remember?”

Yoongi did remember. “But I think I’m ready to seriously consider it now. So, when are we getting married?”

It happened in the span of two weeks.

It was just a couple months ago, Spring Break of Yoongi’s final spring semester in college before graduation. They decided suddenly. Yoongi found a judge willing to do it a couple days after they went to the city hall to pick up a marriage license. After going back to school for the week, Yoongi left early on Friday morning for the five-hour drive home. He picked up Taehyung before they left for a thrift store, picking out the nicest clothes they could find. The next day, they dressed giddily before noon, hurriedly, because they were running late. Yoongi had nagged Taehyung playfully not to forget their marriage license before leaving. Taehyung had made fun of Yoongi’s too-big shoes on the drive to the city hall. They had rushed through security, almost lost their way to the courtroom where an elderly man waved them down.

It was only Yoongi, Taehyung, the judge, and the elderly man in the courtroom. Taehyung and Yoongi stood in front of the judge, facing each other, holding hands. They tried to act cool, but they were both fighting tears. They knew they were tears of joy 𑁋 so happy to be here, so excited to be doing this 𑁋 but also of heartbreak. No mothers, no fathers, no friends there to witness the wedding. It was as joyful as it was painful, and it still hurt Yoongi when he thought back on the memory, but there were good moments, too.

Yoongi still laughs at the memory of Taehyung, stoic-faced and watery-eyed, saying with a crack in his voice, “I do.”

He remembers the sear in his own throat when tears spilled over onto his cheeks. “I do.”

When they kissed, he clung onto Taehyung, weak-kneed and tearful.

Oh, the embarrassment when the elderly man asked for Yoongi’s phone to take a picture of them!

They looked back at the photo only an hour later when they celebrated with a small dinner for two at a steakhouse, laughing at the sight of themselves. Yoongi, dressed in ill-fitting clothes, smiling through his red, puffy face, and Taehyung, glassy-eyed with an expression that read as though he had rather have been anywhere else in the world, holding up their marriage license like small children showing off an award.

Yoongi cried again, but from laughter, “Why do you look so mad?”

Taehyung doubled over in their booth, cackling, “I thought I was smiling!”

It’s a memory Yoongi cherishes almost ten months later, and he fears the day he may forget it.

Yoongi swipes to the next picture on his phone idly, fighting through tears and wiping needlessly at his nose. He doesn’t know why he does this to himself. He knows he’ll cry about it if he thinks about it too long, it’s always been that way, he should know better by now than to think of such things at work.

It’s four hours until closing, and Yoongi puts away his phone to open his laptop, the last customer having come in more than an hour ago.

He moves to open a music program and inserts an earbud as he works, starting new compositions, opening compositions he had started and never finished. As time crawls on, he resigns from the attempt an hour later, deciding maybe today simply isn’t a day for composing.

As Yoongi continues his routine, he finds himself thinking of his life again, and he can’t help but feel a bitterness at recognizing where he is.

At twenty-three, Yoongi had hoped he would have much more. He wanted his own home. He wanted a different job. His values then had been more materialistic, surely, and Yoongi could recognize that the things he wanted and needed were different, but he felt a disappointment in his current place.

Yoongi and Taehyung had no place of their own 𑁋 renting from friends was just the next best thing they could afford right now. Yoongi, who loved cooking and baking, had only been eating takeout food, and the weight was starting to show. Taehyung had gotten injured at a job a couple weeks ago and the infection on his leg still hadn’t cleared up entirely. The majority of Yoongi’s belongings that he’d brought from college were still in boxes, and that was just the remainder of what their old roommate hadn’t nicked from him. Yoongi, much to his own frustration, had learned these past few months that, as much as he loved Taehyung, Yoongi needed his own space, and he now lived every day with great hopes of an office of his own to work and create in.

Yoongi felt that so much of his desires were out of reach. Maybe he was selfish, wanting so much from life, expecting to live beyond his current means. Yoongi feels angry, frustrated, and he hates that Taehyung, too empathetic for his own good, knows.

A couple of months back, after their marriage, after Yoongi’s graduation, after a fight in which Yoongi had opened up about his frustrations, Taehyung held Yoongi close, as he often did after their fights, and he apologized to Yoongi. “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

Yoongi was confused, mouth agape as he laid on Taehyung’s chest, cheeks streaked with tears. “What do you mean? This isn’t your fault, this is just how things are.”

“It is my fault,” Taehyung stated. “I shouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I wasn’t ready to offer you the lifestyle that should come with a married life. I don’t have a secure job. I don’t have any kind of degree. I can’t provide the way you can. I’m sorry to burden you with the financial responsibilities of our relationship. I should try harder.”

Yoongi couldn’t speak.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m not mad, too. You think I want to keep you here? I know you’re not happy. I know you miss doing things on your own and having your own space. I’m tired of living with other people, too.”

They were both quiet for the longest time. Yoongi wanted to apologize, but he knew that Taehyung would only tell him there was no need, he wasn’t at fault.

Since then, Yoongi had started to take to a new motto: it’s only temporary.

Taehyung laughed at first, but Yoongi’s new mantra worked wonders for him.

Pissed on toilet seat? It’s only temporary.

Noisy roommates? It’s only temporary.

Shitty customer? It’s only temporary.

Though it worked most of the time, Yoongi’s motto could only do so much.

For Yoongi’s twenty-first birthday, Taehyung, underaged, somehow managed to buy Yoongi an expensive bottle of liquor. Yoongi wasn’t really one for drinking hard liquor, but he was overly sentimental. For two years, Yoongi treasured the bottle, kept it safe in its box along with the sticky note Taehyung left for Yoongi:

Happy birthday, Yoongi.

I love you, always.

After moving in together, Taehyung was no stranger to taking a couple shots every now and then, and Yoongi didn’t mind it; if he was going to have anyone else drink from it, it would be Taehyung.

Taehyung had texted Yoongi one evening while he was at work, asking if Yoongi had moved his bottle of liquor.

Yoongi

No, I didn’t move it. I left it in the storage room in my box of textbooks.

Taehyung

It’s not there anymore.

Yoongi

Did you move it the last time you drank from it?

Taehyung

I know what happened.

Their roommate had always had a habit of taking what wasn’t his.

The part that pissed Yoongi off the most, to this day, was that that man had to open the box, stare at the sticky note that Yoongi had stuck on the inside of the lid, and then pull out the bottle to drink. Yoongi couldn’t give a fuck if all the liquor was gone, he didn’t even care if the box and bottle were gone, but to know that the sticky note Taehyung had written for him, for his twenty-first birthday, was forever gone and that he would never get it back absolutely tore Yoongi’s heart into a million pieces.

Though Yoongi couldn’t control other people’s actions, he did his best to control his own emotions.

It’s only temporary.

Six o’clock comes and goes, and Yoongi is locking up shop, bundled up with his backpack slung over his shoulder. His feet hurt. His back hurts. His head is hurting something awful, and the only thing Yoongi wants is to go home and lay down with Taehyung, assuming he’s come back from work already.

The drive back home is faster than coming to work, and Yoongi debates whether he should pick up food on his way home. He shoots Taehyung a text, only to receive nothing in return, and he decides on picking up fried chicken for tonight.

The sky is dark by the time Yoongi gets home, lugged down by bags. He opens the door with a great balancing act, not wanting to bother Taehyung in case he’s asleep or showering 𑁋 his car is out front, but who knows how long he’s been home.

Yoongi enters the house, hearing soft music coming from the right side of the house, where their bedroom resides. There’s light peeking from their bedroom door, and Yoongi decides to try to open the door without unlocking it.

Inside, he finds Taehyung sitting on the edge of their bed, hair still wet from his shower, as he changes the towel off their Swiffer. There’s two new baskets of freshly washed clothes, the bed is perfectly made, and Yoongi’s heart sings, knowing that they make the perfect team.

Taehyung looks up with his big brown eyes, and Yoongi can’t help the smile that paints itself on his lips.

“Welcome home,” Taehyung says, abandoning the Swiffer to help Yoongi with his bags.

Yoongi forces himself not to ask Taehyung about ignoring his texts just yet; he’s been getting better at that. “Hi, baby.”

Taehyung drops Yoongi’s bags at the foot of the bed and turns to pull Yoongi into a hug, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s lower back. “Hi,” and then a little peck (Yoongi forgets about the texts), two (he feels tension release from the middle of his back), three (Yoongi’s headache subsides just a bit), a fourth for good luck, “do you want to lie down for a bit?” (He loves this man so much).

Yoongi stinks in comparison to Taehyung, but his feet are screaming and the warmth of Taehyung’s body is calling his name. “Only for a little bit.”

Yoongi kicks off his shoes while Taehyung builds a little nest of pillows, just the way Yoongi likes, and a great wave of relief comes over Yoongi as he crawls into bed next to Taehyung. He’s been wanting to do this so badly all day, he could cry 𑁋 and he does.

Taehyung is quick in kissing Yoongi’s cheeks, stroking his hair, asking in a soft voice, “What’s wrong, love?” He wipes away the few tears left, pulling him closer after.

Yoongi can only shake his head and take in a deep breath, lightly tightening Taehyung in his embrace. “I don’t know, I’m just tired I guess. I missed you a lot today.”

“Did you have a good day?” His voice is soft, so forgiving. How could Yoongi ever blame him for anything?

“It was okay, but how was yours?”

“Tiring. We worked almost an hour away today, and my leg swelled up more.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

Taehyung laughs. “It’s better now, don’t worry about it.”

Yoongi sighs, closes his eyes as he presses his face to Taehyung’s chest. It’s his favorite place to be, and Taehyung laughs warmly at the soft kisses Yoongi peppers on his ochre skin.

“What did you bring to eat?”

Yoongi sits up, but Taehyung pulls him back down. “Fried chicken,” Yoongi responds, burying himself in Taehyung’s neck.

“Do you want to eat or shower first?”

Yoongi chuckles. “No, a secret third thing,” he responds, reaching a hand down to cup Taehyung’s soft dick through his sweatpants.

Taehyung laughs, pushing him away playfully. “Oh, no, you’re horrible! Here I am dying of hunger, and you do this to me. I can’t wear sweatpants comfortably in this house anymore.”

Yoongi can’t help but laugh as he sits up on his knees, looking down at Taehyung.

He’s shirtless, always, and his face is only slightly sunburnt 𑁋 Taehyung looks just the way he did the day they met nearly four years ago.

The pit of Yoongi’s stomach burns a bit, and his eyes flash to the soft expanse of belly just above Taehyung’s hips.

“Don’t be so stingy,” Yoongi says, reaching down to pull away the band of Taehyung’s sweatpants and underwear in one go. He crouches down, glancing up at Taehyung briefly before he smirks to himself. “Just a little kiss.”

Taehyung lets Yoongi do as he pleases, watching with hungry eyes as Yoongi delicately takes Taehyung’s softened cock into his mouth. Yoongi tightens his lips lightly around it, pulling away slowly as he drags his tongue across the underside, relishing in the soft hum that Taehyung emits.

Yoongi pulls away, bringing back up the band of his husband’s sweatpants and underwear, and taps the slowly growing bulge as a farewell. “Okay, let’s eat.”

Taehyung groans, throwing an arm over his eyes because he is nothing if not dramatic. “No, you can’t do that to me.”

Yoongi laughs, sitting back on his heels. He watches Taehyung sigh and pull his dick from his sweats and boxers, almost mesmerized by how quickly it’s hardened. It’s almost like a hunger that he feels, taking in how Taehyung’s cock has deepened in color, a dark, beautiful purple-brown that makes Yoongi lick his lips. It’s torture, watching Taehyung wrap a hand around it and look almost pleading up at Yoongi.

“Just a kiss,” Taehyung says, and Yoongi has to laugh at hearing his words repeated to him.

“No,” he says, though he isn’t sure if he’s speaking moreso to himself or to his husband.

“Come on.” He pulls back more of the foreskin, and the head of Taehyung’s cock glistens. “Just a little one.”

Yoongi shakes his head, laughing.

“I won’t touch your head while you do it!” Taehyung puts his hands in the air.

He can’t say no to him, can he?

Yoongi crouches down again, smiling all the while, and takes Taehyung’s cock deeply into his mouth, relishing the velvety feel, running his tongue across the bottom. He gets satisfaction from the groan that leaves Taehyung’s lips, and Yoongi would be lying if he said it didn’t make him horny as well.

Yoongi pulls away, but, feeling generous, dips back down, letting the tip of Taehyung’s cock hit the back of his throat. He tightens his right hand into a fist, trying his best not to gag, and bobbing his head slowly once, twice, thrice, a fourth time for good luck before pulling away completely.

Taehyung’s voice is low, almost growling, when he says, “Fuck.”

Yoongi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before sitting back on his heels. “Let’s eat.”

He smiles at the sound of Taehyung’s groaning, loving that he’s left him wanting more.

They eat beautifully, until their bellies are full and Taehyung does that sigh he only does when he’s full and can’t fit any more food inside his mouth. Yoongi showers later, and they lay in bed together, watching some movie they won’t think about ever again. Taehyung asks Yoongi to suck his dick, but Yoongi says no, not when he’s eaten recently, and Taehyung only smiles as he pulls Yoongi closer to his chest, kissing his forehead sweetly.

“Have they told you?” Yoongi asks, peering up at his husband.

Taehyung looks down through his thick eyelashes, knowingly, and rubs a hand up and down Yoongi’s arm, smiling all the while. “Told me what?”

Yoongi hums softly, letting his eyes close with the gentle pull of sleep after a long day. “That I love you.”

“No, they haven’t.” Taehyung answers, “But I love you, too.”

Warmth blooms in Yoongi’s chest, and he knows he’s safe here. He knows he’s loved here. The rest doesn’t matter, not his fears, his anger, his anxiety, their home, their money, their jobs 𑁋 nothing else matters when he can come home to Taehyung.

Yoongi knows he isn’t perfect, and he knows that the ideas of love that he held growing up aren’t correct or healthy, but ever since meeting Taehyung, ever since falling in love with him, he’s felt himself change for the better, the same way that Taehyung has. He knows that there may be a long time before they’re where they want to be in life. They want a ranch, a car, a truck, a ranch, four children, a big kitchen, horses because that’s Taehyung’s dream, a little pond of ducks for Yoongi, and two dogs (a shih-tzu and a doberman). It’s not the life teenage Yoongi had envisioned, but, because of Taehyung, Yoongi has so much more love to give than he had anticipated in his bitter youth.

“You’re falling asleep?” Taehyung asks.

“I think so.”

Yoongi feels the blanket be pulled up higher, feels Taehyung’s skin grow warmer. How many nights did he fall asleep on video calls with Taehyung while he was in college, wishing only to be here?

“Goodnight, my love.”

Far too many, Yoongi thinks.

“Goodnight, baby.”

I love you more than I did yesterday.

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lavendesugar · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fashion Student Kim Taehyung | V, Barista Min Yoongi | Suga, Trans Min Yoongi | Suga, Trans Male Min Yoongi | Suga, Transphobia, but like just one scene and yoongi has good people around him, best friends vminkook, Sope best friends, Jungkook somehow ended up the comic relief, Humor, Fluff, Light Angst, but like its soft i swear, Taehyung likes to talk to the stars, Kim Taehyung | V is Whipped, Sex, Vaginal Sex Without Penetration, i saw it tagged before so im tagging it to be sure, im bad at tags, ok enough, Oh wait, Falling In Love

Summary:

Taehyung doesn't believe in love at first sight, no, however he does believe the stars might have been aligned when he first notices the new barista working at the coffee shop he spends half of his life in.

(And Taehyung is right, it isn't love at first sight, but it doesn't mean love doesn't come along the way.)

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jmsoup · 8 days

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heaven and back

© 18.04.24 — capa teste, spirit fanfics. 📊 em caso de inspiração, não esqueça de creditar. 📍 pra quem tava querendo uma capinha taegi, aí está!! Confesso que não ficou TÃO boa, maaas... Essa capinha está indisponível pra doação.

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vminhoes · 3 months

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And they were roommates! - Chapter 5

Yoongi is a tired businessman stressing over his subordinates and Taehyung is a tired college student stressing over Yoongi’s ass. Specifically, how bad he wants it.

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gimmethatagustd · 4 months

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the flower knight (1) | kth + myg

A disciple of the Mugunghwa Temple, Yoongi has lived a pious life free of the vices of the outside world. That is until the temple must become a safehouse for wounded soldiers when war breaks out, and Yoongi catches the eye of a certain military commander.

○ Pairing: Soldier!Taehyung x Healer!Yoongi

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Historical fantasy, magic, pistilverse, strangers to lovers, forbidden love, angst, eventual smut, eventual fluff

○ Word Count: 3,143

○ Warnings: A minor character experiences public humiliation and slut shaming due to religious beliefs (of a fake religion I made up). Additionally, Yoongi is forced to have his body examined for flower markings. This isn't sexual or violent, and Yoongi isn't upset about it, but it still gives me the ick lmfao so I figured I should put a warning just in case.

○ Notes: I added a glossary at the end of the fic for those of you who aren’t familiar with the Pistilverse AU. If you subscribe to me on AO3, this will probably look familiar to you~

○ Post Date: January 2, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Bad things always come in threes.

Yoongi isn’t sure if he believes in destiny, but he does believe in this rule of thirds. He doesn’t remember where he learned the saying; perhaps he learned it from one of the other temple pistils, the older ones who like to tease the younger ones who are gullible and impressionable. Yoongi doesn’t think he was ever one of those young students, but he believes in the saying, doesn’t he?

Life has allotted Yoongi very few tragedies, for which he is grateful. Despite being an orphan, abandoned at the Mugunghwa temple as an infant to be cared for by the monks, he enjoyed a fulfilling childhood. The monks loved Yoongi with unconditional kindness that can only come from someone touched by the grace of the gods. The other orphaned children, those who had yet to have their awakening, played in harmony and were raised to be future disciples – that is, until their subgenders were awakened.

The monks raise the orphans within the confines of the temple grounds, but Yoongi never yearned for what lies beyond the colorful stone walls separating the temple buildings from the outside world. Yoongi had heard enough about the evil of the secular world, where the villages at the bottom of the mountain succumb to greed, violence, and lust and where suffering runs rampant through the townspeople. To Yoongi, it seems that the gods have forsaken such places. He is more interested in maintaining his quiet temple life.

So one might wonder, how does Min Yoongi, a young temple disciple with no knowledge of the world, know that bad things always come in threes if he has yet to experience bad things?

Twenty-one years of peace is far too long of a streak to maintain. At some point, luck runs out. Although Yoongi is a devout disciple of the gods, he can’t help but wonder if sometimes even the gods do not have control over fate.

The morning of the First Bad Thing starts as every morning does: Yoongi wakes with the sun.

Light streams through the thin curtains drawn across his open windows, illuminating his quaint room with hues of orange and yellow. A breeze gently stirs the curtains, causing them to flutter with each new gust of wind.

Children’s laughter filters in from outside. Yoongi smiles when he hears one of the older pistils, Namjoon, scold the children for being loud so early in the morning. No one cares if the children make noise, and Namjoon knows that. That’s why his threats of putting the children to work are empty and half-hearted.

With a longing for simpler times pulling at his heartstrings, Yoongi forces himself out of bed. There is no time to miss the past when the present urges him to get started.

After washing his face in the washbasin in the small bath adjoining his bedroom, he slips into his white linen hanbok, the simple one that doesn’t weigh heavily on his shoulders. The weather has been unusually warm for the spring, and Yoongi isn’t interested in sweating through his clothes while he does his daily chores. Sometimes, he wishes he could wear less restrictive clothes, like the simple linen shirt and shorts he wears to sleep. Unfortunately, the monks have taught the student disciples that such clothing isn’t becoming of pistils. Less cloth means more exposed skin, and with exposed skin comes the risk of showing off one’s awakening mark.

Yoongi watches himself in the small mirror he keeps on top of his dresser, propped against the wall. In the oval glass, he twists to take a peek over his shoulder by turning his head to the side. He can barely see the tips of the barren tree branches that decorate his spine. As a sign that he was maturing from a teen into a young man, the mark of a barren tree sprouted from the base of his spine one morning. It crept up his back, its dark lines eventually breaking off into branches that spread between his shoulder blades.

When Yoongi fastens his hanbok, the black branches are hidden away, just as he was taught.

Having experienced the extremely uncomfortable awakening nearly ten years ago, Yoongi has reached the point where he rarely looks at his awakening mark. It is a reminder of his status in society, a lowly pistil whose primary purpose in life is to tend to the stamen who desire him.

While some orphaned teens he grew up with were disappointed to awaken as pistils, Yoongi was relieved. Becoming a pistil meant he could stay in the temple as a disciple of god. If he had awakened as a stamen by developing the mark of a flower somewhere on his body rather than branches or vines, the monks would have sent him away to the military – where the monks send all stamen orphans once they’ve reached their awakening. Stamen are naturally stronger and more equipped to handle the violence of war than pistils are.

Yoongi is sure the gods did not make him for military life. He feels sorrow merely from stepping on an ant; he could never handle war.

It is a blessing from the gods that Yoongi was left on the temple grounds by his parents. As a temple pistil, he is privileged to live within a community of only pistils, never once having met a stamen aside from his orphan friends once their status was awakened. And even then, those friends were always gone by the following day, whisked away at night to fulfill their duties as peacekeepers.

Warriors.

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of war, Yoongi leaves his bedroom and follows the hall toward the front doors of the students’ quarters. All students reside in one dormitory on the west side of the temple grounds, just south of the Mugunghwa garden. Yoongi loves the dormitory. He likes the intricate designs that decorate the walls and the proximity to the garden. But most of all, he likes living with his friends.

Yoongi carries a small wicker basket filled with gardening tools in his arms. He is halfway along the meandering stepping stone path toward the Mugunghwa garden when he sees Namjoon rushing toward him.

“Yoongi hyung!”

Namjoon’s sandals slap against the ground, spraying dirt and gravel into the air as he hurries to reach a confused Yoongi. It’s odd; Namjoon is known for his quiet, studious personality. As one of the most promising students, Namjoon carries himself with poise and a gentle confidence Yoongi has admired ever since the two became friends after their awakenings. Yoongi has never seen Namjoon so animated.

“Be careful,” Yoongi warns, motioning toward the mulched flower beds lining the stepping stone path. A small lizard scurries from a patch of ferns across the stones.

Namjoon quickly sidesteps to avoid running too close to the pathway's edge.

Patches of colorful flowers have already poked out of the ground. These are primarily common flowers: roses, marigolds, and peonies – all with little value aside from being pretty and smelling good. It isn’t until one gets deep into the garden, where the well of golden water is, that the magic can be felt flowing through the plants’ roots.

“H-hyung, oh shit,” Namjoon trips forward and grabs Yoongi’s forearm to steady himself.

Yoongi clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. What has gotten into his friend?

“Don’t make me tell Myeong noona that you’re using such language, Joon-ah.” He speaks through a teasing smile that slowly dissolves into a frown when Namjoon doesn’t smile back. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Junseo,” Namjoon huffs through loud inhales as he tries to recover from the jog up the steep path.

The altitude in the mountains can easily affect one’s head. It’s one of the many reasons Yoongi avoids exercising unless he has to. He’s mostly a bit lazy, but he supposes that even the temple disciples can afford some vices. Laziness is the closest to rebelling he’ll ever get.

“What trouble has he gotten himself into now, hmm? Got bitten by one of the temple cats again?” Yoongi muses. With Junseo, anything is possible. Yoongi swears no one in the entire temple has needed to be rescued from silly mishaps as often as Junseo.

“No, hyung,” Namjoon rushes to speak. His cheeks are pink, and sweat glistens on his top lip. “Junseo got marked .”

The wicker basket of gardening tools barely misses smashing a bed of marigolds when the handle slips from Yoongi’s loose grasp.

Leaving the basket where it falls, Yoongi grabs Namjoon by the wrist. His expression is stony as he asks, “How do you know?”

“I heard Arem speaking with Misuk-ssi,” Namjoon whispers harshly. He’s breathing heavily as he practically drags Yoongi down the stone pathway toward the dormitory. “She asked her to find Junseo.”

There is nothing more that Namjoon needs to say; everyone knows what it means to be called upon by one of the temple leaders.

The two men are silent as they weave through the stone paths connecting the temple buildings in a winding journey meant to mimic the peacefulness of strolling through the woods. Yoongi has yet to explore the woods, but he supposes he understands the meaning behind the landscaping.

Their journey today is anything but peaceful.

At first, Yoongi is afraid that their frantic hurrying toward the grand temple courtyard will cause suspicion – and he’s sure he and Namjoon aren’t supposed to know about Junseo. But it becomes clear that it isn’t just Yoongi and Namjoon who are privy to the scandal. Despite the early hour, the entire student body is trying to meander toward the courtyard.

If gossip doesn’t bring the students out into the open, Junseo’s cries do.

Yoongi doesn’t hear the wailing until he and Namjoon near the grand temple, where prayers and other religious ceremonies are held. The grand temple is also where the temple leaders reside, though Yoongi has never been in the wing with their living quarters. Trespassing is forbidden, but Yoongi is not interested in their living quarters. He has never admitted it out loud, but some of the leaders scare him.

Misuk and Insu are the most intimidating of all the temple leaders and monks combined, so naturally, they are the leaders whose feet Junseo grovels at as he weeps. The young man’s face is wet with tears and lined with red marks on his cheeks as though he has been clawing at his face. Seeing him with clothes and other small trinkets scattered around his body, his white hanbok soiled by dirt, makes Yoongi’s blood run cold.

“Pick yourself up, Junseo,” Misuk commands. The refreshing breeze has died down, making Misuk's words cut through the spring air and echo between buildings.

“Please don’t make me leave, seonsaengnim!” Junseo presses his forehead to the stone path at the base of the temple stairs. “I am nothing without Mugunghwa!”

Misuk and Insu stand a few steps above him and watch him with eyes as dark as the center of the well of gold water in the garden. Yoongi has never seen such icy glares. Until now, nothing has disrupted the peacefulness of the temple. Sure, they all have occasional quarrels; it’s hard not to bicker when living in such a tight-knit community. Scandal, though, is unheard of. And this certainly is a scandal.

“You have defiled your body, Kang Junseo,” Insu finally speaks, his voice as tight as the grimace on his face. “You are no longer welcome on sacred grounds.”

When Junseo rises to his knees, the group of onlookers gasp. Even Namjoon inhales sharply, the sound quiet but loud enough for Yoongi to hear from where he stands beside him.

Yoongi is silent as he watches Junseo hurry to pull his clothes tighter to his body, but the damage has been done. A large rip in the back of his hanbok runs from just below the collar down to the base of his spine. When he twists his torso, slivers of skin peek out from the rips – skin decorated with the prettiest marks Yoongi has ever seen.

Dozens of flowers line the branches on Junseo’s back. Yoongi can’t make out the types of flowers from where he stands, the markings too small for him to see any details, but he’s close enough to be both amazed and horrified by the variation of colors on the young man’s skin.

Junseo has many flowers on his back, which only means one thing: Junseo is no longer a virgin. From the looks of it, he lost his virginity a long time ago, or he has taken on many lovers in a short period— many lovers.

Whispers erupt around them, but Yoongi can only hear his blood rushing in his ears. It isn’t until he feels lightheaded that he realizes he’s been holding his breath. He’s never seen the mark of a stamen on a pistil’s body before. Disciples are forbidden from having romantic relationships or engaging in sexual activity. One must be pure for the gods, dedicating their time to worship and the betterment of their community rather than to bodily pleasure.

Not to mention the fate of pistils who are outed for having a stamen mark – let alone multiple – out of wedlock.

“What will happen to him?” Yoongi asks Namjoon, never once taking his eyes off Junseo as he gathers his belongings into his arms.

Namjoon shrugs, his eyes, too, still on Junseo. “I don’t know, work at a brothel, most likely. No one will want to marry him, and no self-respecting business owner will hire him.”

Pressing his fingers to his lips, Yoongi tries to suppress a gasp without looking too obvious that he’s shocked by Namjoon’s prediction. “A brothel?” Yoongi knows what one is, but he cannot begin to imagine what it would be like to live and work in one.

“Mhm,” Namjoon hums. “It’s awful. Many brothel pistils run out of room on their branches, so they go through a second awakening. Or a third and fourth. I’ve heard rumors of some brothel pistils completely covered in flowers.”

One awakening was painful enough for Yoongi. To go through multiple… he doesn’t even want to consider it.

In front of him, Junseo stands with his belongings clutched to his chest. He has stopped crying and now stares ahead with a blank expression as though he doesn’t see anything at all. The look makes bile bubble up Yoongi’s throat. Silently, Junseo turns his back on the temple leaders and walks with squared shoulders across the courtyard toward the entrance of the temple grounds.

The students dissipate in waves as Junseo walks through the grounds. There is nothing else to see here; no more drama to ogle. Even Misuk and Insu leave, taking slow, purposeful steps to their wing of the grand temple. In a matter of minutes, the courtyard is empty, aside from Yoongi, Namjoon, and a handful of other students who have returned to talking amongst themselves or studying. Junseo is merely a speck in the distance, moving like an ant until he turns a corner and Yoongi can no longer see him.

Just like that, Junseo is gone, and the temple returns to how it was as if there had never been a Junseo at all.

The only change to temple life after Junseo’s dramatic departure is the immediate implementation of what the monks call a “purity sweep.” They insist to the students that this is a one-time occurrence, merely the opportunity for temple leaders to ensure that no one else has fallen prey to worldly temptations. If the rest of the students are well-behaved, purity sweeps won’t be needed.

Although Yoongi is a virgin, he trembles with nerves when he stands outside the infirmary a week later with Namjoon at his side.

“It’ll be alright,” Namjoon reassures Yoongi, gently squeezing the nape of his neck. “It’ll be over before you know it. I can even go first if you’d like.” Namjoon is too kind for his own good.

Yoongi shakes his head even though having Namjoon go first would be a source of comfort for him. His nerves are irrational. If he was a good student, he’d know how to meditate the fear away like Namjoon had. “No, no, I will be fine.”

Bracing himself for the unknown, Yoongi enters the infirmary. There is a monk there to guide him to the correct examination room. Their sandals click against the stone flooring and echo through the hall. Yoongi doesn’t need the monk to show him where to go, but he doesn’t say anything. Due to his affinity for plants, Yoongi has trained to become a temple healer. Thus, he knows his way around the infirmary due to his regular training hours.

Although magic does not run through the veins of pistils, the Mugunghwa carry magic in their petals from the gold water in the enchanted well at the center of the Mugunghwa garden. Monks like Yoongi, who is patient and kind, know how to nurture the magic within those plants, using their petals to create healing potions that the monks send throughout the kingdom.

Reaching the correct room, the monk allows Yoongi to enter first. He gives Yoongi a gentle smile and gestures to a wooden table against the wall.

“You may remove your hanbok and place it there,” the monk instructs. He’s an unfamiliar face to Yoongi, which isn’t surprising. The Mugunghwa temple is one of the largest in the Mountain region; it’s impossible to know everyone.

Silently, Yoongi follows the monk’s instructions. He shivers once he is standing in nothing but his underwear despite the room being almost uncomfortably warm. Unsure of what to do with himself, Yoongi stands stiffly with his arms at his sides. The stance seems good enough, for the monk doesn’t say anything as he walks a tight circle around Yoongi’s rigid body, looking for any splotches of color along the branches covering Yoongi’s back.

Sweat beads at Yoongi’s hairline, making his blonde bangs stick to his skin. What if the monk finds a blemish on Yoongi’s skin and thinks it’s a stamen’s flower? Will they immediately toss him out like Junseo? Would Yoongi have the chance to explain himself?

Questions swarm his mind, churning around until his brain is clouded with nonsense. He’s so stressed that he nearly misses the light touch on his shoulder.

“Yoongi?” The monk calls out softly, making Yoongi blink rapidly.

“Yes, seonsaengnim?”

“You may get dressed. The examination is over.”

With a sigh of relief, Yoongi scrambles to put his clothes on. As he hurries out of the infirmary to wait for Namjoon in the courtyard, he sends a silent prayer to the gods that the other students remain pure like they’re supposed to. Yoongi doesn’t want to go through another purity sweep ever again.

Series Masterlist

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

(Borrowed from here and revised to fit my fic)

Pistilverse AU - A South Korean fanfic trope wherein almost all humans experience an "awakening" during puberty that assigns them into one of two botanically-inspired groups: Pistils and Stamens. These groups are denoted by marks on the person's body, similar to tattoos.

Pistil and Stamens - Pistils develop a mark of a barren tree that appears along their spine after their awakening, while stamens develop a flower somewhere on their body after their awakening.

Awakening - The moment a flower or tree appears on a person’s body, signifying their status as a pistil or stamen. You could look at it as a coming-of-age moment in a person’s life. These are typically painful for pistils. A pistil might experience more than one awakening if their tree becomes too full of flowers.

Marks/Marking - When a pistil sleeps with a stamen, the stamen’s flower blooms on the pistil’s tree branches. The number of flowers a pistil has is proportional to that of the stamens they had sex with. In this fic, pistils with many flowers are considered promiscuous and experience slut shaming based on religion.

Marked - The term used to describe a pistil who has received a stamen’s flower on their body.

Mugunghwa - The national flower of South Korea.

Gukseon - A Chief officer of a Hwarang group. The Hwarang were an elite warrior group in Silla, an ancient kingdom of the Korean Peninsula until the 10th century.

Seonsaengnim - A respectful honorific for a teacher.

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limelight-write · 1 year

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one lifetime with you would’ve been enough

pairing: SUGA | Min Yoongi/V | Kim Taehyung fandom: BTS other: time travel AU, American AU, side Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, actor/screenplay writer!Taehyung, saloon owner!Yoongi, biological sibling!YoonMin updated: at least twice a month ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45164518/chapters/113616547 sample: The air is dry and Taehyung’s throat hurts. It’s also so incredibly hot. He sits up, face raw from where it had been pressed against his countertop (is it his? It’s wrong, polished wood instead of the faux marble in his kitchen) and blinks hard waiting for them to moisturize themself, because they’re dry, and everything’s dry, and he’s so confused. “Good afternoon, sunshine,” a man's voice comes from beside him and Taehyung falls off the chair he’s sitting on with a shriek. The man laughs, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You alright?” “What are you,” Taehyung’s voice sticks in his dry throat, and his eyes flick around the room he’s in. It’s a bar of some kind, dusty and without proper lighting, a large chandelier hanging overhead with multiple candles. The decor is strange, all eerily similar to the photographs he’d seen during his research the night before. The chair he’d fallen out of is a thin barstool against the large wooden bar. There’s a staircase behind the bar, and a door leading to a room just behind the bar as well. Instead of the accusing question he was going to ask, he furrows his brows, “What am I doing here?” Taehyung gets a proper look at the man standing behind the bar. He looks about Taehyung’s age, with short black hair and a bit of stubble. He’s wearing an outfit that blends with the decoration of the bar, the only thing missing from his ‘cowboy outfit’ is a hat, though he sees a coat hanger nearby with a few Western hats on it that could easily belong to him. He’s smiling but there’s concern in his eyes, “You wandered in sometime last night and passed out at the bar. It’s happened before, so I didn’t question it but if you were so drunk that you don’t remember it that’s a bit… disconcerting.” “I didn’t drink last night,” Taehyung mutters, and he’s not sure if he’s telling the bartender or himself. He stands up on shaky legs, propping himself up on the bar. Maybe he did drink last night and just doesn’t remember it? He feels very out of it, his brain is buzzing and he can’t recall how he got there at all. The man just makes a small sound in response, turning his back to Taehyung to get something from the drink shelf, “You look like you could use some water,” he turns back and slides a glass towards Taehyung which he takes gratefully, only faltering for a moment before downing all the water in one go. It’s not particularly cold, but it’s cool enough to soothe his burning throat. “Thank you…” he trails off, quirking an eyebrow up at the young man in front of him. He grins. “Jimin. Jimin Park.” “Thank you, Jimin,” Taehyung smiles. “Do I get to know your name too?” “Oh! Right, of course,” he brushes his hands off on his shirt and extends his right one, “My name's Taehyung Kim. It’s nice to meet you.” Jimin takes his hand and shakes it firmly, “Pleasure is all mine, Taehyung,” when he releases Taehyung’s hand he eyes him up and down like he’s only just now taking in his appearance, “You talk funny, you’re not from around here, are you?” Taehyung flushes, always a little embarrassed when someone brings up his New York accent. He’s been told he has a heavy one, even compared to other Yorkies. “That depends,” he responds. “Where is ‘around here’?” “How much did you drink?” Jimin laughs. “It’s ‘Park & Min,’ best saloon in Arizona, if I do say so myself,” he winks and Taehyung’s stomach drops, face paling.“Arizona?” he repeats, voice hoarse. Jimin’s expression drops.“Yeah?” Taehyung swallows hard, nails digging into his palm, “Do you have a newspaper, Jimin?” Jimin gives him a questioning look but pulls a paper from underneath the counter anyway, “It’s yesterday’s,” he tells him, tossing it onto the counter. Taehyung snatches it up with shaky hands. ARIZONA SENTINEL WEDNESDAY, JULY 5, 1905

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borathae · 5 months

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"This is a little story about how Yoongi and Taehyung spend their days when the rest of the family isn't home."

Pairing: platonic Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire!Yoongi

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: there are no warnings because this is nothing but sweet fluff and happiness, they go on a little ride with their horses, they're so important to me, hinted polyamory

Wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: i love them i love them i love them 😭 my two babies :( the header is ruining me btw, they're so pretty fandsfna

Yoongi is listening to music. It plays on his speaker and fills the room with its melodies. He already made a lot of progress with your witch office today.

You, Jungkook and Hoseok are currently visiting Emma and Seokjin in Gordes for around two weeks, which meant that Yoongi finally had time to prepare his surprise for you. There is no reason for it, nor a special occasion, it is as simple as that Yoongi loves to make you happy. There is no better feeling in the world than knowing that he could make you happy. And because your witch business has been going so well lately, Yoongi decided that it is only fitting to surprise you with your very own witch office. Until recently, you made your potions in the main kitchen which often ended in stuff getting into your food and turning it inedible. Yoongi hopes that by surprising you with your very own kitchen, he can make it a lot easier for you. He can’t wait to get your reaction. He already started dreaming of it and feeling really giddy once he wakes up.

The room he chose for the surprise has been unused for decades. Yoongi already forgot its original purpose, but he liked that you had a window to look out of and beams to hang your flowers from. The floors were rotted and the wallpaper peeled off from age. Yoongi spent the first two days ripping everything out and then spent another five days replacing the floors and wallpaper. He went for a dark shade of your favourite colour and added wood panelling to bring it together. He also fixed the fireplace, making it so you could actually use it, and rewired the electricity so you wouldn’t die as you turned on a lamp.

It is day eight today and Yoongi is currently busy with getting the kitchen working again, kneeling on the new floors, when a familiar scent hints his nose.

He pokes his head out from under the sink, meeting Taehyung’s eyes. The latter seems to be back from a ride. Horse follows him with his normal scent and he is still dressed in old-fashioned riding clothes.

“You have made impressive progress”, Taehyung says, looking around the room, “I love the colours.”

“Thanks.”

Yoongi sticks his head back under the sink.

Taehyung rounds the kitchen counter and sits down next to Yoongi. He pokes his arm, making Yoongi move his head again.

“What?”

“You are very cool, hyung.”

“Thanks”, he says and looks back at the sink. He is almost done.

“Do you want to come with me for another ride later? The weather is lovely today.”

“I don’t know yet. I still gotta rewire the stove.”

“I can help you with that.”

“No offense, but if you helped you’d kill her accidentally.”

Taehyung nudges Yoongi’s arm, “you are mean.”

“Sorry Tae. You can help me with the cabinets though. I’m sure you can paint them prettier than this.”

“Yes, indeed I can”, Taehyung giggles excitedly, “oh hyung, this makes me very happy. I shall change clothing and begin painting right away”, he says and stumbles to his feet, “will we go on a ride later?”

“Fine. I’ll ride with you.”

One can call them old-fashioned or stuck in time, but the two vampires put great care into what clothing they wear for riding. Their petticoats and shirts are tailored, their vests hug their figures and their pants are perfectly ironed. They also make sure that their boots are polished and their leather gloves fitted. And while Taehyung goes for a colour pallet of whites and blues, Yoongi is dressed entirely in black.

“Where shall we ride?” Taehyung asks, sitting proudly on his horse.

“Where did you go?” Yoongi asks, sitting just as proudly.

They pass their stable workers, greeting them with a nod of their heads.

“I went west to the forests.”

“Mhm. Wanna go east? For a change?”

There are hills waiting east. The grasses are tall and from the highest point, one has view of the town.

“Yes, we could do that”, Taehyung says and gives his horse a gentle kick to increase its tempo.

Yoongi follows next to Taehyung, looking left and right in case enemies showed up. It is a lingering habit from a more dangerous life. One he can’t seem to shake even now in times of peace.

The two vampires put some distance between the stables and them, when Taehyung breaks the silence with a deep sigh.

Yoongi looks at him and the smile he sports.

“Isn’t the weather wonderful?”

“Mhm, it’s not bad.”

“Indeed it is nice. I think we made a lot of progress with the room today.”

“Yeah, I think so too. I can start with furnishing tomorrow.”

“Oh truly? I shall hurry up with painting then.”

“Mhm I can help.”

“That is very lovely of you, but truly I can manage.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

Taehyung looks at Yoongi, giving him a smile. One Yoongi retorts shyly.

“I think it is so romantic of you to surprise her. She is very lucky to have you.”

“No”, Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m lucky to have her. She makes me happy, so I wanna make her happier.”

“Well that is wonderful to hear. I can see that you make her very happy, hyung.”

Yoongi flusters, rubbing his neck nervously.

“I try”, he murmurs, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.

It isn’t long and the two vampires reach the top of the hill. They stay seated on their horses, looking at the town not far from here. The sun is hiding behind clouds today, which makes being outside comfortable with the two light-sensitive vampires. Despite the hiding sun, the day was still bright and the view of the town clear.

“This will never lose its beauty”, Taehyung says.

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi agrees.

Taehyung inhales the fresh air and sighs happily.

“May I help in decorating her office? I have ideas which she could really enjoy.”

“Yeah, you’re better at it anyways.”

“Thank you. I really enjoy interior design.”

“I know. You like it”, Yoongi says, unknowingly filling Taehyung’s heart with warmth. He knows him so well.

Taehyung turns his horse so he was looking at Yoongi. He grins. Yoongi studies it.

“What?”

“What say you to a race, hyung?”

“A race?”

“Yes, we shall race back to the stables and the winner gets one wish granted by the other person.”

“Alright, if you want to”, Yoongi says and turns his horse. He rolls his shoulders, tightening his grip on the reins, “I’m not easily beat though.”

“Neither am I”, Taehyung says and gets into position, “we will start after the count of-”

“Hya!” Yoongi doesn’t let him finish as he commands his horse into a fast gallop.

“Yoongi! You cheat!” Taehyung screams after him and tells his horse to run, “I wasn’t finished explaining the rules!”

“There are no rules! You’re just slow!” Yoongi calls back and runs faster.

Taehyung furrows his brows. He is overtaken with playful competitiveness, speeding up with tears gathering in his eyes from the wind. He laughs as he does, feeling incredibly light in his heart.

“You are a total cheat, hyung!”

He passes Yoongi very soon, laughing and cheering loudly because the stables were too close to allow Yoongi to catch up.

“Yah, you brat!” Yoongi laughs, trying to catch up but it is too late. Taehyung races past the stables, slowing down his horse in front of them.

“I won!” he cheers, throwing his hands in the air in celebration.

Yoongi doesn’t slow down. Yoongi gallops past him.

“The last to get to the forests loses!” he calls out.

“You are playing unfair games!” Taehyung complains and rides off.

Yoongi has already put significant distance between them and he needs to catch up.

“You are so unfair, hyung!” Taehyung laughs, meeting laughter as Yoongi’s answer.

It has been decades since the two vampires raced each other. It was the beginning of the 1850s and Namjoon hadn’t shown himself in almost seven years. Life at the estate was quiet. Yoongi hid in his wing for most of the time, while Jimin and Taehyung tried to learn how to function normally. One day, Yoongi took them out for a ride and he raced them until the horses were happily tired and the two recovering vampires had forgotten all about the past decades with Namjoon. At this time, Yoongi didn’t really know about what Namjoon put them through, let alone that he still regularly finds them to inflict more pain, so asking them for a race was merely out of his own desire.

Back then, the vampires didn’t show that they enjoyed it. No laughter was shared, the conversations were dry and their faces stoic. Their emotionless hearts didn’t really feel the need to show that they enjoyed the time with each other. But one must know that if emotionless vampires spend time together even without their emotions, it was a very obvious sign that they enjoyed each other’s company.

Today it was obvious that they liked the time spend together. Today, Taehyung feels vast of air when he sees the utter happiness on Yoongi’s features as the older vampire looks over his shoulder. His black hair is tousled from the wind, his pale cheeks are flushed pink and his dark brown eyes are crinkled in laughter. They are spilling tears as well because of the wind.

“You’re slow”, he teases and looks back to the front.

In this moment, Taehyung doesn’t even care that he is slow and that he will most definitely lose. He saw Yoongi’s honest smile and can still hear him laugh like an excited boy at the candy shop. He sounds unlike the Yoongi he knows and yet he never sounded more like himself.

“You are such a cheater, hyung! I would have won”, Taehyung calls out and squeaks in laughter. Riding a horse has never felt more freeing before.

Yoongi wins as expected, celebrating his win by jumping off his horse and doing a little dance.

Taehyung joins him soon, placing his horse next to Yoongi’s and jumping off.

He runs to Yoongi and connects his palm with Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi stumbles back, teasing him by humming a victorious melody.

“You cheater. I won back at the stables”, Taehyung whines.

“Yeah and then I won right now”, Yoongi teases and does a little butt wiggle, “I won, I won, I won.”

Taehyung should be mad at him for cheating. He should whine about it more, but he can’t find it in himself to do so.

Yoongi looks so happy. So carefree. And it doesn’t feel awkward between them.

Taehyung feels overwhelmed in happiness. He closes the distance between them and takes Yoongi into a hug.

“Tae, come on”, Yoongi tenses up instantly. His butt wiggles stop, but a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest lets Taehyung know that he is still feeling good.

“My wish is to give you a hug”, Taehyung murmurs and nuzzles his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“Yeah? My wish is to not get hugged. Tae come on, you know how this makes me feel”, Yoongi complains and tries to push at Taehyung’s chest.

“But I love you, hyung. Do you not love me?”

“Course I do. Just”, Yoongi wiggles, “let go of me.”

Taehyung releases him from his hug. Yoongi fixes his coat and meets his eyes.

“Yah, come here you rascal”, he says and attacks Taehyung with a gentle head lock.

“Hey. Ah! Release me”, Taehyung squeaks in laughter, fighting him gently.

Taehyung can’t remember if he ever play fought with Yoongi. He is quite sure that he didn’t. He watched Jungkook and Seokjin play fight each other on many occasions. He also knows that when Jimin feels playful he likes to pretend to practice boxing on his arm. And Jungkook regularly has his moments where he playfully slaps people’s butts. But he never had a playfight with Yoongi. This is new and it’s making him squeak in laughter while Yoongi laughs just a squeakily.

The play fight ends with Taehyung attacking Yoongi with a hug and the Creator whining loudly.

“I won”, Taehyung says, releasing him.

“I let you win”, Yoongi says and drops onto the ground. He stretches out his legs, resting back against a tree, “I’m stronger than you.”

“Yes you are”, Taehyung says and sits down next to Yoongi, “does this mean that I have another wish free?”

Yoongi chuckles, “I never agreed on that.”

“I think I have another wish free.”

“You’re a brat”, Yoongi says fondly.

“Mhm indeed”, Taehyung relaxes with a smile, “I shall voice my wish later.”

“Fine. If you want to.”

The two vampires can look out at the endless grounds this way. The meadows, the forests, the lakes and the various flower gardens. They see the estate in the distance and the hills even further away.

“You seem carefree today”, Taehyung says.

“I feel carefree. I don’t gotta worry about life fucking me up again.”

“Yes, I agree it is rather healing to think that we live in peace these days.”

“I still don’t think it’s real. Sometimes I wonder if I’m still stuck in Namjoon’s curse and all the good things happening lately are just my brain making up stuff to escape the pain.”

Taehyung reaches over and pinches Yoongi’s upper inner arm.

“Ah”, he flinches away, touching the spot instantly, “what the fuck? That hurt. Why did you do that?”

“Now you know that this is real.”

“I just said that sometimes I wonder, not that I actually think it isn’t real.”

“No, I understood you, but we had to make sure.”

Yoongi snorts in amusement, clicking his tongue.

“Brat.”

Taehyung chuckles, relaxing happily. He follows a breeze of wind as it dances through the grasses and trees.

“I think about these possibilities as well”, he confesses after some time of tranquility passed.

“You do?”

He nods his head, “I do. I sometimes wonder if my current perfect life is just another cruel mind trick of Namjoon. There were many occasions where he made me see wonderful things only to pull me back to torture again when the fantasy felt the most healing. The pain he inflicted afterwards always felt especially unbearable”, he says and touches his own hands as if to wipe the memory from his nerves, “I am scared that sometimes all of this isn’t real and that one day, I will have to return to being tortured again.”

Yoongi reaches out for his hand and closes his fingers around it. The shakes, which had started to gradually overtake Taehyung’s hands, stop. Taehyung looks at their hands then into Yoongi’s reassuring eyes

“It’s real. You know?” Yoongi says softly.

Taehyung takes a shaky breath. He nods his head.

“I know”, he whispers and allows a small smile to brighten his features.

Yoongi retorts it and looks back at the endless meadows. He slips his hand from Taehyung’s to play with his own thumbs instead. Taehyung traces his own knuckles. Moments before, Yoongi’s thumb grazed them mindlessly. Taehyung still feels the touch. He blinks the emotion from his eyes and looks at the swaying grasses. Their horses are close by, getting their afternoon snacking in. Taehyung’s horse was brown in colour and was dressed in dark blue gear, while Yoongi’s horse had fur blacker than the darkest night and wore black leather gear. It fit the two vampires.

“I like that you open up to me these days”, Yoongi says into the silence.

Taehyung shifts his eyes from their horses to study Yoongi’s side profile instead. His older friend’s lips were perfectly pouted and his nose perfectly sloped, so that he had a doll-like elegancy to him. Taehyung thought him beautiful as artists thought nature beautiful and photographer light.

“I only feel comfortable doing so because you made it safe to talk to you”, Taehyung answers him, “yes, I am aware that I wasn’t a safe space for you either, but I am grateful that you decided to become one for me and Jimin. I hope we can be safe spaces for you as well.”

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi doesn’t say more, but Taehyung didn’t need more. Just from those two words, he knew that Yoongi was honest. He smiles.

“Look at us, hyung”, he says, nudging Yoongi’s upper arm softly.

“Mhm, look at us.”

“I really like you, hyung. You know?”

“I know, Tae. Me too”, Yoongi says as his eyes still follow the wind in the meadows. A sense of serenity surrounded him. The kind of serenity which hasn’t followed him for long yet, but Taehyung knew it will only grow from now on. He felt tranquil as well.

“We are truly at peace, aren’t we?” he says as he stretches out his legs.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t wanna jinx it.”

“You won’t. The world is at peace and life is good”, Taehyung nudges Yoongi’s arm again, “you truly kept your promise to her. You made the world a safer place.”

Yoongi smiles, “yeah, I guess I did.”

The two vampires will sit under the trees until the wind carried the first smell of evening with it. It will be a time well spent with conversation which naturally morphed into them working on music together.

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