unholy â§ #taekookau
Taehyung is starting to think that he's becoming a bit of a satyromaniac.
Yes, you read that right. Kim Taehyung, the pastor's son, loves having sex all the time
And not just /any/ sex, oh boy. That was just the tip of the iceberg.
tags and warnings:
â fordidden/secret relationship
â (internalised) homophobia ⢠gay awakening ⢠coming out
â mentions of religion
â church boy taehyung ⢠frat boy jeongguk
â to be posted in my nsfw account @âď¸
â I might go to hell for this lol
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Taehyung is starting to think that heâs becoming a bit of a satyromaniac. Yes, you read that right. Kim Taehyung, the pastorâs son, loves having sex all the time.
And not just /any/ sex, oh boy. That was just the tip of the iceberg, really. Just the icing on the cake,
because Taehyung doesn't just love sex. He loves having filthy and sinful gay sex as his homophobic parents called it.
But at that point, Taehyung really couldnât give a flying fuck as to what she or her whole church thinks.
They can graze their knees out of worship for their beliefs, while Taehyung can graze his own for worshiping cock.
Ever since Taehyung was just a small child, he was already so immersed in his parentsâ beliefs. Was brought to church events and gatherings, was encouraged to do volunteer work, serve the church, pray and all those things that a typical church boy would do.
He has been living under the strict supervision of his mother and father, and lived a sheltered life doing the things he was taught to do since he was young. He has never had the opportunity to do what he wants and was always left curious
and a bit jealous of others who were free to do whatever they pleased without the fear of any consequences; of being judged.
Until college, that is. His first taste of actual freedom.
It actually came as a surprise to him that parents trusted him enough to live in the dorms,
and go to a regular college rather than the catholic one they wanted. But he guesses that the fact that he was nothing but an obedient son since forever, and that the college he enrolled in actually has a great curriculum was what made them agree,
with a warning to not lose himself in temptation while living outside their roof.
And at first, Taehyung did alright. He went to classes, he made some new friends and stuck with some old friends he met in church, he prayed every night and called his parents to update them with
what was happening to him, or basically, he was still a little tied to his parentsâ leash.
Free, but not quite.
Until Jimin, his best friend and soulmate, decided to take matters into his own tiny little murderous hands and dragged Taehyung to some fraternity party
a month after his first day in college.
Taehyung was at first hesitant. He has some ideas as to what happens to college parties. He knows sin lurks in every corner of it, and he was afraid that his parents would find out since he already told them that he was going to go to bed.
Jimin reassured him countless times that it was going to be alright. To think of it as a normal social gathering.
And he quotes âYou need to experience things, at least once, Taetae. Didnât you tell me youâve been curious about things like these since you were young?
Well nowâs your chance to try them.â
And that was that.
Jimin has been his best friend and church mate ever since they were in daycare, and out of everyone including his parents, Jimin knew him and his secret desires best.
He trusted Jimin the most, and he would be lying if he said that Jimin was wrong, so he agreed.
Taehyung wore the clothes that Jimin lent himâ some tight faux leather pants and a sheer shirt that displayed his collarbones.
It made him feel a bit self conscious since it was different from his usual button-up long sleeves and slacks, but soon got used to the snug material especially when Jimin described him as hot.
By the time he and Jimin arrived at the house, the party was already in full swing.
People around their age were hanging out on the front porch talking amongst themselves, holding a red cup in their hands. Some were on the yard smoking and laughing loudly and the music was so loud that Taehyung could barely hear his own thoughts.
It was scary.
At least for someone inexperienced like him, it is. Taehyung finds himself holding the material of Jiminâs shirt as they enter the house and is met with even louder music and even more people.
He scans the area and he could see that the houseâs living room served as a makeshift dance floor area where strobe lights littered and shined on bodies upon bodies of people dancing and grinding against each other, making him look away, red faced.
The middle of the house was mostly a narrow hallway with a bathroom at the end where a person was sitting down, sleeping with their mouth open next to a staircase. And on the other side of the house was the kitchen and dining area, where people were playing some sort of game on
the dining table, trying to shoot a ball into a cup while a small crowd watched and cheered the players nearby.
Itâs barely been a minute and Taehyungâs already starting to feel uneasy. Like a fish out of water. Like he didnât belong there.
Still, he tries to fight his inhibitions away as he follows Jimin to the kitchen where one of their elder friends, Hoseok, was standing and talking to someone else.
âYou made it!â Hoseok says, meeting Jimin halfway and engulfing the shorter male in a huge hug. âYou came!â
Taehyung meets Hoseokâs eyes while the latter was hugging Jimin, causing him to squeal and pull back from his hug with Jimin and approach him. âTaehyungie?â he grins manically as he looks at him from top to bottom, unable to believe his eyes. âYouâre here too?â
Taehyung smiles at him diplomatically. âHey hyung,â he replies, briefly hugging the elder. âItâs nice to be here.â
âIâd say the same, but Iâm scared youâll tattle us on your mother!â Hoseok guffaws joyfully, pulling him and Jimin to the kitchen towards the guy that he
was speaking to.
Hoseok also goes to church with him and Jimin. Though, he never really volunteered like they did and just attended mass with his parents on Sundays and only ever befriended him when the church hosted a dance competition and Hoseok joined.
Since then heâs been one of Taehyung and Jiminâs closest friends.
Taehyung snorts at him. âIf I do that then Iâll be exposing myself too, so donât worry about it.â he says lightly. âI kind of sneaked past my curfew to come.â
Hoseok grins at him widely, like some sort of proud parent. âMy little rebel!â he squeals, turning around to pull him to the kitchen where Jimin was already speaking to the person that Hoseok was talking to before they arrived.
For some ungodly reason, Taehyung finds himself losing his breath as soon as his eyes meet the strangerâs dark ones.
The stranger is a guy. Around his height, long dark hair falling until his shoulders, strong eyebrows with a piercing on the right, ivory skin, pink lips,
wearing some ripped jeans that reveal muscled thighs and a fitted shirt that displayed a strong chest and an arm sleeve full of tattoos.
Looking like the embodiment of sin, Taehyung thought to himself as he stopped next to Hobi and convinced himself to stop staring at the him.
âAnyway, I want you to meet someone, Tae.â Hoseok puts an arm around his shoulders and points at the stranger. âThis is my best friend, Jeongguk! Jeongguk, this is the guy I was telling you about earlier: Taehyung.â
The guyâ Jeongguk nods in his direction as he leaned back on the kitchen counter, a red cup in his hand. âHey,â he says, grinning at him widely. Grinning at him handsomely, it nearly made Taehyungâs knees give in. âNice to meet you.â
âSame here.â he murmurs, nodding at the male. Trying to control the sudden and the unexplainable rush of blood in his cheeks.
Taehyung has no idea why Jeongguk has this instant effect on him.
Sure, heâs handsome and he has muscles that are threatening to rip his clothes off.
Sure, it looks like heâs holding some stars captive in his eyes, and that the dark tattoos decorating his right arm makes him look sexy.
/But heâs a boy./
A boy shouldnât have this kind of effect on Taehyung.
Right?
As if reading his mind, Jeongguk shoots him a sly smirk that causes Taehyung to look down on his shoes. Too ashamed to meet the otherâs eyes after those shameful thoughts.
The conversation continues from there with Hoseok complaining about some project that theyâre expected to complete by the end of the semester, and with Jimin joining in the conversation since the three of them apparently share the same major.
Taehyung sticks to the side, silently listening as he takes a seat on the counter. Preferring to become one with the kitchen backsplashes since Jeongguk has been catching him staring for the past couple of minutes, leaving him with rosy cheeks /all the time./
God, he thinks. What was happening to him?
The more he stays there, the more uneasy Taehyung begins to feel. It helps that theyâre staying in the kitchen where itâs less crowded compared to the other areas of the house, but with everything else surrounding himâ with a couple
making out in the dining room where Taehyung could see clearly from his perch on the counter, the shameless grinding happening in the kitchen and god knows what else is happening in the other rooms, Taehyung begins to fidget in discomfort.
Jimin of course is aware of this of course, and asked if he wanted to maybe dance or go out and meet other people but Taehyung declined. Still not feeling all too comfortable leaving his safe spot. And likewise, Taehyung could also feel through the soulmate bond he shares
with Jimin that the latter was beginning to feel antsy being in just one place for too long.
Jimin was always the more outgoing and sociable between the two of them. His parents werenât as strict as Taehyungâs so he was always brave when it came to non-church related events
such as this. And although Taehyung could be a social butterfly if he wanted, the frat party wasnât exactly his scene, so that hinders him from doing so.
Still, he doesnât want Jimin to waste the night glued to his side.
The last thing that Taehyung wants to do is become a baggage. Plus, that would give him the opportunity to sneak out and go back to their dorm once he was out of Jiminâs watchful eyes.
He bumps into Jiminâs side, making the latter look at him with a raised eyebrow. âWhat?â
âYou know you can leave me here if you want to, Min,â he tells him with a smile. âIâll be fine by myself for a few minutes.â
Jimin scrunches his eyebrows at him. âNo, I brought you here. Why would I leave you?â he asks, ever the most considerate. Honestly, Taehyung is so lucky
to have him.
âItâs fine.â Taehyung gestures towards the living room area. âYouâve been looking at the dancefloor for around ten times now. Iâll be fine. I promise. Just go already.â
âButââ Jimin tries to reason.
âItâs okay, Jimin-ssi.â The answer comes from Jeongguk this time, making the two of them look at the other with a surprised look on their faces. âIâll take care of him.â
Taehyung was doing well in trying to control the blush on his cheeks. He swears on the cross that he is. â
If only Jeon Jeongguk didnât swipe a pierced tongue over his bottom lip, making it look glossed with spit, as he looked at Taehyung with something akin to hunger in his eyes, then he would have succeeded.
Before Taehyung could utter a response, Hoseok nodded at Jeongguk with
a sly smirk on his face. The devilâs advocate. Before he pulls Jimin to the living room, not letting the latter say another word and leaving him and Jeongguk in the kitchen alone.
So much for escaping the party, Taehyung thought as he fidgets in his seat and observes his nails
for lack of anything to do.
Taehyung senses Jeongguk begin to move around the kitchen, his broad back facing him as he grabs an empty red cup and places some ice in it before adding some coca cola and some whiskey before facing Taehyung and handing the cup to him with a smirk.
Well, whoâs fault is that? Taehyung thought. But regardless, he accepts the cup with a quiet thank you and takes a small, hesitant sip. Surprisingly, the alcohol doesnât taste as bad he thought and drinks a more generous gulp. He didnât even realize that he was thirsty.
âTaehyung, right?â Jeongguk asks as he watches him with an unrelenting gaze. Crossing his arms, making his muscles bulge.
Taehyung gulps. âYeah.â he licks his lips as he looks down on his drink.
Jeongguk seems to have been observing him since he chuckles at him.
âLike it?â he asks.
âYeah, itâ it doesnât taste bad at all,â Taehyung replies, still a bit shy. âMy parents say alcohol tastes bitter.â
Jeongguk snorts. âAre you the pastorâs son?â he asks, making Taehyung look up at him and quirk a questioning eyebrow up.
âHoseok told me he invited some church kid over. Iâm not judging you or anything. Donât worry, I was just asking.â
His tone surprised Taehyung, not because he seemed insincere but quite the opposite of it. Unlike the people he goes to church with, who masked their silent
judgment with a fake smile and sugar coated words, Jeongguk says things how it is. Simple and direct to the point, which Taehyung appreciates.
âYeah, I am.â Taehyung nods self consciously. Biting his lip. âWhich kind of explains why Iâm feeling a littleâŚâ
âOut of place?â Jeongguk finishes for him with a handsome grin. Again, why is that making Taehyungâs chest tighten?
âYes.â he admits as he shyly runs his fingers through his hair. âGuess you could say that.â
Jeongguk hums, still with that smile on his face, before he walks
and sits next to Taehyung on the counter. Tipping their cups together and taking a generous swig.
âLike I said,â he says, tongue poking out again to lick his lips. Taehyungâs eyes subtly follow the movement. âIâll take care of you.â
And take care of him, Jeongguk does. Much to his heartâs confusion, because he couldnât decide if he wanted to be taken cared of or not. But since he was there already, might as well, he thought.
They stay in the kitchen talking about anything and nothing, making the atmosphere around them less tense and Taehyung to be more at ease. Forgetting the sins surrounding him and his focus solely on just Jeongguk.
He finds out that Jeongguk is a year older. A dance major, like how Jimin and Hoseok are. He likes to drink beer while singing karaoke, and that he and his brother are the team captains of the universityâs soccer team.
And Taehyung shares that heâs studying pre-med, his parentsâ decision, but wants to take up art. Shares about Yeontan, his small pooch and his love for all things jazz.
Time flies faster as he and Jeongguk converse. Taehyung ends up drinking one cup after another, enjoying
the drink and his companion and completely forgetting about the fact that itâs his first time drinking.
He only realizes that heâs had one too many drinks already when he hops off of the kitchen counter to go find Jimin and finds everything spinning, causing him to
lose his footing.
Thankfully, strong arms wrap around his waist and support his weight, saving him from an inevitable fall. And soon, Taehyung is met with intense doe eyes thatâs looking at him with nothing but concern etched on his handsome face, causing his face to flush.
âYou okay?â Jeongguk asks, strong eyebrows meeting.
Taehyung swallows as he tears his gaze away from the otherâ wrong move since everything started to spin some more. âYeah,â he says, reaching for the cup again but only for a tattooed hand to grip around his wrist, stopping him.
"If I were you, I'd hold off on the alcohol." Jeongguk tells him, grabbing the cup and placing it back on the counter. "You've been drinking whiskey coke like it's water for the past three hours already. If I were you, I'd start taking it easy."
âThree hours?â Taehyung repeats. âWeâve been here for three hours?â
Jeongguk chuckles at him. âYeah.â he says, now looking around the room. âIâll try and look for Jimin and Hoseok. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?â
Taehyung tries to nod, but as soon as he does, he feels his stomach start to bubble with an uneasy feeling, causing him to retch and feel the full effect of the alcohol he inhaled earlier.
âGuess thatâs a no,â he hears Jeongguk mutter.
Taehyung was about to argue that he was okay. That Jeongguk didnât need to take care of him anymore but before he could say a word, he felt hands circling around his thighs and before Taehyung knew it,
Jeongguk was giving him a piggyback ride and was heading into the direction of the stairs.
Taehyung is sure heâs as red as a rose, but he canât really bring himself to utter a word of complaint since heâs too busy either trying to stop his heart from beating widely inside his
chest or not puke on Jeonggukâs shoulder as the latter carries him up to the second floor, bypassing a couple closed doors that has some socks hanging on the knobs before turning to the last door on the right and entering it.
The room was already lit.
Through Taehyungâs hazy gaze, he registers two single beds pushed against the walls, with a window in the middle and a huge cabinet on another side. Jeongguk gently deposits him on one of the single beds inside the room, making Taehyung groan as the room continues to spin.
âIs the party over?â a third voice, a voice that sounds so much like Jeonggukâs. Only, it isnât. It only sounds like him but thereâs something distinct about it that separates him from Jeongguk.
Taehyung turns to look at the source of the voice, which is the bed next to the one heâs laying in, and finds himself looking atâŚ
Jeongguk?
âThereâs still a few people down there.â someoneâ Jeongguk, the Jeongguk standing next to the bed, replies to the Jeongguk thatâs on the other bed. âDid you stay in our room all night?â
âI went down for a bit and came up pretty early,â the second Jeongguk answers, surveying
Taehyung with an eyebrow raised. âWhoâs this? Can we share again?â
The warmth on his cheeks must be what hell feels like, Taehyung thought, as he looks at the Jeongguk perched on the other bed.
He realizes belatedly that the other Jeongguk is half naked, giving him the fantastic view of this Jeonggukâs arm sleeve of tattoos and strong pecs. Like Jeongguk, he has the same features only his hair was cropped short and thereâs a lip piercing on his bottom lip.
And God. Why is that making his pants a little tight?
âDonât be an ass, Kook.â Jeongguk rolls his eyes. âHis name is Taehyung. Heâs Hoseokâs friend.â
âOh, the church guy?â the other, Kook, says as he shifts his position and starts to lean his weight on his arms, making his
muscles freaking flex.
Perhaps he may be a little gay, Taehyung thought
Or maybe, a small voice whispers in his head. A voice he always associated with his conscience. Maybe the devil is trying to trick you into thinking that.
Well, the devil sure is doing one hell of a good job, Taehyung thought before he catches himself and shakes his head. Trying to collect himself and excuse his thoughts as him being a little drunk.
âDid you spike my drink or something?â Taehyung says, interrupting the two. His headache getting worse as he looks in between the two of them. âAm I imagining you talking to yourself orâ?â
The Jeongguk from the bed snorts while the Jeongguk standing next to him smiles at him.
âOh sorry,â Jeongguk says, gesturing to the male on the bed. âThis is my brother, Tae. Jungkook.â
âTwin brother, in case youâre still wondering.â Jungkook adds, looking at Taehyung intensely. Eyes scanning him as he licks his lips, before turning to look at Jeongguk.
âAnd speaking of Hoseok, I saw him dip with some guy and Yoongi,â Jungkook says as he sits on his bed and leans on the headboard. âLooks like that bastard is getting some tonight.â
âWhat did the other guy look like?â Jeongguk asks him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed
where Taehyung is laying in as he scrunches his eyebrows at his brother. âIs he blond? A couple inches shorter than usâ?â
âBratz lips and nice ass?â Jungkook continues. âYeah. Saw them getting handsy in the dancefloor and they went out. Theyâre probably going to Yoongiâs place.â
Wait what? Taehyung thought. Jimin is having a threesome? Withâ with /men?/
Taehyung blinks as he takes the information in. Feeling a bit betrayed. Donât get him wrong, he isnât judging Jimin for being gay or anything. His friendship with the shorter male is nothing
but unconditional. Heâs mostly just upset because he didnât find out from Jimin himself about this. They are soulmates, after all.
Sure, Taehyung is a bit religious, but that never would have been a reason for him to shun him out of his life completely.
Maybe he would have for leaving him alone at some party with hot twins, making him question his sexuality, yes.
But for him being gay? No. Never.
Still, he finds himself getting pouty. Shifting his position on the bed and massaging his head.
âGuess I should get going too,â Taehyung slurs, trying to sit down. âSorry, I didnât mean to impose myself, Jeongguk.â
âDonât apologize.â Jeongguk turns to look at him with eyebrows scrunched. âI told you Iâll take care of your. Right?â
Fuck the alcohol, Taehyung thought. Because at Jeonggukâs reply, he blushes and tries to hide it by rubbing his heated face with his palms.
He hears Jungkook snicker. âDo you have your phone on you?â Jungkook asks. âMaybe you can try and call them.â
Taehyung attempts to pat his pockets, fighting the noodley feelings in his arms before he remembers that he left it with Jimin since his pants don't have pockets. âNo.â He pouts. âMy head hurts.â
He hears Jeongguk sigh though thereâs a tilt of fondness mixed in his tone.
âIâll grab you some water and an aspirin. Stay here.â he says, standing up and heading towards the door before shooting his twin a firm look. âAnd you. Donât try anything.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes at him.
âJust get out and grab your boy some water already, Shitface,â he says, making Jeongguk roll his eyes before leaving.
Taehyung doesnât know how to feel about being called Jeonggukâs boy.
But he kind of likes it.
Fuck, he wishes Jimin were here so they could discuss this some more. Maybe if he found out about his best friendâs sexuality a little earlier, then he would have realized some of his own pent up feelings sooner rather than finding it out like this.
Finding out that he may be a little gay as well.
âYouâre fucking hot,â Jungkook tells him, now looking at him shamelessly with a wicked grin on his face.
Okay, maybe he isnât a /little/ gay. Maybe heâs just plain gay.
No wonder he didnât feel a thing when Eunhee kissed him when they were in highschool but felt more when he watched Mingyuâs sweat drip down his body after playing basketball.
Shit.
âThanks.â Taehyung bites his lips, allowing himself to look at the other. âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
Jungkook grins at him wickedly. âIâll show you how bad I can be if you let me.â he says cockily, making Taehyung blush.
âI leave for a minute and youâre already trying to shoot your shot.â Jeongguk reenters the room, holding a bottle of water and a pill in his hands, rolling his eyes at his brother. âCanât you keep your cock in your pants for at least one minute?â
âHard not to with a pretty face like him,â Jungkook replies, winking at Taehyung and making the latter sputter and look down on his lap as he accepts the water from Jeongguk and swallows the pill.
âWell back off,â Jeongguk tells him. âI saw him first.â
âIâm seven minutes older than you,â Jungkook says with a roll of his eyes.
âBest seven minutes of my life.â Jeongguk replies as he turns to look at Taehyung whoâs now a scarlet mess.
He never imagined finding out he was gay like this. Over twinsâ /twin brothers,/ for goodnessâ sake fighting over him like some toy. And honestly, it makes Taehyung feel so desired. So wanted.
And so fucking confused.
Taehyung stands, not wanting to be in the
same room anymore. Not wanting these sinful thoughts to cloud over his judgment since he knows it isnât right. Since he knows he isnât supposed to feel this way over twin brothers.
âI should go,â he mumbles, head bowed low. âThanks for keeping me company.â
âYouâre drunk.â Jungkook points out, sounding firm. âStay here for a bit. We wonât eat you or anything if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
But the thing is, thatâs what he kind of wants, he thought. But he shakes his head and tries to make his way to the door with two wobbly
feet. âN-no, thank you.â he manages with a stutter. âI-Iâll be fine.â
âWait,â Jeongguk says, blocking his way and scrunching his eyebrows at him. âLet me call Hoseok and ask him where you live. I can walk you home. You donât look too good, Baby.â
Baby? Oh shit.
âN-no. Itâs alright, Jeongguk.â Taehyung manages to say with a forced smile. Locking his legs together to control his arousal from between them. âI- I can manage. I promise.â
Jungkook stands from the bed and walks over to him.
And although there wasnât any height difference, Taehyung could not help but feel small under the elderâs firm look.
âLook.â he says. âStay here for a minute. If you donât want Gguk walking you home, the least you can do is wait for your drunkenness to die down before heading
out. Itâs two in the morning. You might get mugged.â
It must be Jungkookâs dominating presence, Taehyung thought. It must be Jungkook's presence overall mixed with the concerned gaze that Jeongguk is shooting his way that convinced him to stay.
Because thatâs what he ends up doing. Staying in the twinsâ shared bedroom, talking all night like he did with Jeongguk in the kitchen. They talk about Taehyung as if he was the most interesting person on the planet, asking him everything. What his likes and dislikes are.
His passions, his hobbies and justâ it makes him feel a bit special. /Very/ special, actually.
It feels like heâs never had the opportunity to do this before. Talk about himself and what he wants. What his desires are not what heâs expected to like without anyone judging him.
He talks about art and shyly admits that he was curious to draw nude images before, not because he's a pervert or anything, but he always wanted to master drawing body parts.
And during that time, he gets a better understanding of how to separate the twins apart.
Though they look ninety-eight percent alike with just their tattoos and piercings different, Taehyung finds out that Jeongguk is passionate about dancing and painting whereas Jungkook was more inclined towards math and theories, hence his engineering degree.
He also observes how Jeongguk was more gentle, softer and Jungkook was more firm. More commanding.
Though, both of them seem to be quite protective regardless of that since in the middle of the conversation, when Taehyung felt like throwing up, Jungkook instantly got on his feet
and carried him bridal style towards the bathroom and Jeongguk went ahead preparing everything for their arrival.
It was so nice. They were so nice. And Taehyung is still so confused about what he should feel because how can something thatâs so wrong, feel so right?
By the time Taehyung felt better, less drunk. He told them that he was going to go back to the dorms, and the twins eagerly offered to walk him back. Saying itâs safer for him since it was only four in the morning and went with him like they said, not taking no for answer.
And by the time heâs safely in his dorm where he finds Jimin laying in bed with hickies surrounding his neck as if heâs wearing a freaking necklace, Taehyung finds his back slotting against the door. Heartbeat out of control and butterflies fluttering inside his stomach at the
memory of both Jeongguk and Jungkook smiling at him dopey-ly as they asked for his number.
He tells himself that theyâre just being friendly. Thatâs all. That heâs just a little drunk and that somehow the party where sin was all around him just got to him.
But when his phone pinged twice with a text. Away from sin and temptation, no longer drunk and now completely aware of everything.
He finds his heart beating even more widely as reads the texts from both Jeongguk and Jungkook asking if he wants to hang out again tomorrow,
well later, and have some lunch. The three of them. And from what the texts imply, it sounds like a /date./
Jesus Christ, he thinks. He hopes confession can save him.
ButâŚ
Does he want to be saved, though?
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Safe to say that Taehyung did not meet up with either Jeongguk or Jungkook the next day.
Listenâ
Itâs not like he didnât want to go or because he didnât like them, but the opposite of it in fact.
Taehyung actually really /really/ wants to meet them because he genuinely
enjoyed the twins' company. They were nothing but nice. Sure, they flirted with him once in a while and turned him into a blushing mess, but for the most part, Taehyung likes them because they listen and donât judge.
They were sweet and they treated him well that night unlike no girl did.
Plus they were so handsome and hot. It left him feeling a bit helpless because although he has appreciated other menâs looks before, Jeongguk and Jungkook were just outwardly beautiful.
Whenever he thinks of them, his hands itch to grab a pencil and draw their features to the best of his ability because they deserve to be immortalized. Thatâs how handsome he thinks they are.
However,
The feeling of being attracted to boys is still so new to him, and he doesnât know how to feel about that just yet. Let alone how to act on them since itâs nothing that he has experienced before and was taught to him countless times that itâs a sin.
So he bails like the coward he is and wallows in his misery.
Punishment, he thinks, for even feeling this way in the first place.
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The next morning once he was more sober and Taehyung found Jimin sporting a turtleneck to probably hide his temporary tattoo necklace,
he confronted his best friend about knowing something that he probably shouldnât have. Namely, how Jimin âgot someâ with Hoseok and some other guy named Yoongi and why heâs wearing the turtleneck.
Jimin cried, understandably so.
He hugged Taehyung that morning and explained that he didnât tell him about his sexuality because he was afraid that Taehyung might think differently of him. Because of the church, and the fact that he was the pastorâs son who was raised to think that that was a sin.
Of course, Taehyung hugged his soulmate back and told him that he was an idiot. And reassured him countless times that nothing changed. That theyâre still best friends and even if Jimin murdered someone, Taehyung would gladly help him hide the body with no questions asked.
Something that made Jimin snort despite his tear stricken eyes and snotty nose before they proceeded to cuddle in Taehyungâs single bed, with Jimin telling him everything. How at first it was just him and Hoseok fooling around, until Hoseok went to college and met Yoongi.
And how things just became complicated, in the best way possible, since then.
âRemember Taemin hyung?â he says, looking at Taehyung hesitantly.
âYour dance partner in that competition. Right?â Taehyung replies, trying to look open. âWhy? Didâ you knowâŚâ
Jimin nods at him slowly, lips slightly pursed. âHe was the one who made me realize who I prefer,â he admits. âI donât know how to explain it, Tae. But at first, I thought I just admired them and that I thought he was good-looking but after getting to know him, I just⌠I just
knew that it was something else. I knew I liked guys because a girl has never made me feel interested since then. I donât know. Does that make sense?â
Taehyung hums, nodding his head at the other. âIt does,â he replies, biting his lips because itâs kind of how he felt when he
met both Jeongguk and Jungkook and it kind of explains why no one has ever made him feel the flutter in his chest until he met the twins. It seems his and Jiminâs experience was alike, in a way.
But then again, they are soulmates for a reason.
Plus heâs now starting to understand why Jimin is afraid to come out to him because he now feels the same. Heâs confused, still. The beliefs his parents drilled in his head are still rooted to his brain and heâs still afraid.
Which is kind of the reason why Taehyung held off from coming out to Jimin as well.
He knows Jimin wonât judge. And that Jimin will be the most understanding but fear is a silly thing. It can make one be unreasonable and Taehyung is no exception. So he hides it.
At least until he properly figures it out first.
Thankfully it was the weekend so there was no reason for Taehyung to head out since he didnât have classes. Meaning, there was no chance of him bumping into a certain someone, or rather, /someones./
He and Jimin spent the weekend catching up on homework and on their k-dramas, and at some point, Jimin left to go meet up with the mysterious Yoongi, leaving the dorm with a blush on his cheeks. Taehyung only threw a condom at him and a âbe safe.â
Once alone, Taehyung is left to deal with his phone that has been pinging with messages ever since Saturday morning. Messages that came from Jeongguk and Jungkook, that is. Asking him how he is. What heâs doing. If heâs mad at them. If they could meet.
And just, it makes him feel more scared at how fond it made him feel about them.
Still, heâs a coward who doesnât know how to face his fears so ignores them and just goes about his day until his phone stops ringing and Taehyung is left a miserable mess.
The weekend passes and the weekdays arrive in a blink of an eye.
Taehyung is in the universityâs Christian Club (surprise, surprise) and heâs been assigned the task to hand out flyers for an upcoming fundraiser talent show thatâs set to take place in less than three weeks.
Itâs Wednesday afternoon. Heâs sitting under an oak tree with said flyers in his hands, being promptly ignored as usual no matter how hard he smiles at passersby and offers them one. Heâs pretty exhausted and is soaking with sweat, but he still perseveres because
he still has a lot of flyers to hand out and he barely has anyone interested in signing up to join.
Heâs currently sitting on the grass, using said flyers as a makeshift fan. Resting with his eyes closed for a minute.
Praying that he could at least get one person to join the competition until he goes back to his dorm and sleep.
Suddenly, a shade blocks the sunâs harsh rays. Thinking itâs Jimin, Taehyung stays seated and with his eyes closed.
Wanting to rest some more before he and his best friend start giving out flyers again.
âOne more minute, Mimi,â Taehyung says tiredly. âItâs so hot today. I think Iâm gonna burn.â
âI think youâre hotter.â
That instantly gets Taehyung to open his eyes and look up to find Jungkook looking down at him. Wearing some loose shorts, a muscle tee, some sneakers and a bucket hat. If Taehyung flushes even more, itâs not because of the sun anymore
but because of the heat that Jungkookâs body is radiating with, and his cocky grin.
But he wasnât gonna admit that out loud.
Taehyung clears his throat. âHey.â he looks down, picking on the grass.
âHey yourself,â Jungkook replies, sitting down on the grass next to him
and leaning on the tree. âWhy did you ghost us?â
Although his tone didnât sound biting, Taehyung could not help but feel guilty as he avoids the otherâs gaze and looked down on the grass.
âSorry,â he mumbles. âIââ
âI kind of like you and your twin? Which is kind of bad because aside from the fact that being gay was frowned upon in my religion, having a thing for brothers was a whole new other level of sin.â was what he wanted to say, but ends up trailing off his sentence
as he bites his lips.
Jungkook sighs from beside him. âLook, I get it,â he says, patting his knee gently and making Taehyung look at him wearily. âHoseok told us about⌠about the religion thing. So I get why youâre avoiding us. I just came to say Iâm sorry for coming in too
strong and that you could maybe forget about that whole night of me and Gguk being all flirty if that makes it more comfortable for you.â
To say Taehyung was shocked was a huge understatement. He was completely floored and the otherâs sincere apology did nothing to stop Taehyung
from feeling more for him. He knew that the twins were direct to the point but he didnât think that theyâd broach this topic of him being a (seemingly) straight church kid so gently and be so considerate, to the point that Jungkook apologized even after Taehyung ignored them
for days. And even reached out to Hoseok to understand him.
It was unfair, really. To live in a world where being homosexual was seen as a stigma in the church. To be deduced as a sinner for simply liking someone of the same gender.
Itâs hypocritical if Taehyung thinks of it more, that a group of people who were taught by some book to love others as you love yourself, to be judgemental like this. To point fingers and mock someone when the God they worship was described to love all, regardless of anything.
Taehyung hears Jungkook sigh defeatedly next to him and senses him grab his gym bag on the floor and begin to stand. âAnyway, like I said. Me and Jeongguk are sorry and weâll stop bothering you anymore sinceââ
âWait!â Taehyung says, pulling him down on the grass with a shy blush
on his cheeks. âIââ
He flails his hands, trying to look for the right words. Jungkook watches him with an amused smile but waits patiently.
âIâ fuck. No, why are you apologizing? I was the one who ignored you after you and Jeongguk were kind to me that evening.
I should be the one whoâs sorry.â he manages to say through his stutters. âSo sorry. Sorry for ghosting you and for not bothering to tell you why. I guess you were right when you said I was uncomfortable, but not because of your flirting but becauseââ
Because he was still trying to organize his feelings and think about it more, Taehyung thought but only ended up sighing as he looked down on his lap and bunches his pants with closed fists.
âBecause it was new.â Jungkook suffices with an understanding nod. âOkay, I hear you.â
And god. Taehyung has never met anyone apart from Jimin who just gets him in an instant. Someone who can read between the lines, be non judgemental and just⌠it makes him feel really heard.
âThank you.â Taehyung shoots him a small smile.
âYeah, itâs new. Iâ Iâve never had a, uh, boy flirt with me before. Let alone twins, so it took me time to process.â
âUnderstandable.â Jungkook nods, sounding casual and light. As if he didnât want Taehyung to be burdened with even more guilt, which he appreciates a lot.
âAnyway, are we friends?â
âFriends.â Taehyung agrees with a smile.
Jungkook grins back at him widely, showing his bunny teeth.
Fuck, there goes the butterflies again.
âSo,â Jungkook says, gesturing towards the flyers in his hands. âWhatâcha up to?â
âJust handing out flyers for the Christian Club,â Taehyung explains, handing the elder one a flier. âThe church is hosting a talent show in three weeks and Iâm trying to recruit participants.â
Jungkook accepts the flier and proceeds to read it. âOh, cool. Five hundred thousand won prize? Thatâs generous!â he says, eyes widening. âAre you accepting people who arenât a part of the church?â
Taehyungâs eyes widened. âWhy?â he asks. âI mean, itâs open for everyone to join.
But, uh, are you thinking of participating?â
âNah, Iâm not thinking of participating.â Taehyung slightly deflates. âI want to join if youâll have me. Where do I sign up?â
Taehyung grins at him, wide and boxy, making Jungkook slightly blush but remains smiling nonetheless.
âYou will?â Taehyung says eagerly. âYou want to join?â
âSure.â Jungkook nods, opening his bag and grabbing a pen. âWhereâs the sign up sheet?â
Taehyung eagerly hands him his clipboard that only has one nameâ Jimin, listed there and watches as Jungkook enters his information to
show to him that heâs serious about joining.
âThere.â Jungkook returns his clipboard. âNow you have yourself a competition.â
âOh my bears. Thank you, Jungkookie! It means a lot,â Taehyung says happily, not realizing he used a nickname.
âIâve been handing out flyers for two hours now and youâre the first to actually sign up.â
âReally?â Jungkook replies, scrunching his eyebrows. âPeople actually had the audacity to ignore you? What a bunch of blind losers.â
Taehyung blushes, but this time, he doesnât look away from Jungkook. Still too happy over one registration. âYeah well, I donât think theyâre interested in some church thing.â he mumbles.
Jungkook snorts, and before Taehyung could ask, he steals the clipboard from him
and stands. Looking around the universityâs courtyard until he spots a male thatâs walking from afar.
âHEY!â Jungkook yells, stealing everyone's attention. âHey Yugyeom! Come here!â
The guy, Yugyeom, walks up to them with an eyebrow raised. âWhat?â he asks.
Jungkook shoves the clipboard in his hands. âSign up here with that band of yours. Theyâre giving away 500,000 won.â he explains.
Yugyeomâs eyes widened and immediately grabs the pen. âSure!â he says, registering. Making Taehyungâs mouth drop open and stand next to Jungkook
to watch Yugyeom sign. âIs it okay if I call Jihyo and the cheer squad? I heard they need funds for new cheering outfits. This might help.â
âSure!â Taehyung is the one who replies, bouncing on his feet. âThe more the merrier!â
Yugyeom smiles and pulls his phone out to call his friend. While he does that, Jungkook begins to call over some random people and explain the talent show, making Taehyung more happy. Pretty soon, Taehyung was able to secure thirteen registrations
and a lot of interested queries asking where they can buy tickets to watch the show. All made possible thanks to Jungkook.
By the time the last person left and it was well into the evening already, Taehyung turns to Jungkook and gives him a hug.
âThank you, Jungkook!â he says sincerely. âThis really means a lot to me!â
He hears Jungkook suck in a breath but hugs him back. Tight. And mumbles a quiet, âWell, you mean a lot to me.â he reveals, making Taehyung blush and slowly pull back from the hug.
But it seems, Jungkook doesnât want to cut the hug short and pulls him in. âJust a second more. I like how you smell.â
Taehyung could not help but chuckle at him and hug him back. Secretly not wanting the hug to end yet too. They stay for about a minute like that. A minute
that felt like eternity. Like home.
Until they finally separate and they smile at each other shyly. Bottom lips trapped between their teeth.
âAnyway.â Jungkook scratches the side of his head. âDonât overthink this, but would you want to go and have some dinner with me?â
Taehyungâs heart starts to pound. The floaty feeling of euphoria outweighs the hesitance he once felt, so he nods at the other with a smile. âIâm buying.â he says, bending down to pick up his bag.
Jungkook grins at him. âIâm not opposed to that,â he says, leading the way out the university next to Taehyung. âBut next time, Iâm buying. Okay?â
Next time. Oh God. Taehyung really really wants that.
But he only nods as Jungkook leads him to some korean barbeque restaurant. Spending hours there, talking and laughing. And just, having a great time. Taehyung honestly wants to knock his head to the exhaust pipe for being a little silly and for being afraid.
Because Jungkook is quite the opposite of bad. Heâs really lovely and pleasant. Under the cocky grins and the lustful eyes is a boy with a twinkling laugh and a good personality.
Itâd be a sin to dim that smile down, Taehyung thought as the night progressed.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
A day later, Taehyung finds himself sharing a table with Jeongguk.
It came as a bit of a shock, actually, since he didnât really expect to spend time with one of the twins again so soon. But to be honest, Taehyung should really stop with the assumptions since the twins have
been nothing but a surprise, a good one, since they entered his life.
After his dateâ wait. Scratch that. It wasnât a date. They were just hanging out.
Rewind.
After /hanging out/ with Jungkook the night before, just as he walked Taehyung back to his dorms and waved at him
goodbye with that handsome smile, Taehyungâs phone pinged with a text.
The text was from Jeongguk.
It reads, âWhy were you hanging out with Kook and ignoring me?â followed by a series of sad emojis that made Taehyung chuckle in adoration before promptly replying with a:
âWe met by chance. But Iâm sorry for ignoring you tho.â
âNo worries!!! :D But can we meet by chance too?â Jeongguk replies not a minute later.
And Taehyung supposes that he owes Jeongguk as much as he owes Jungkook, so leaving all hesitations out the door, he replies with:
âI might be in the library tomorrow at around 1PM. If youâre there BY CHANCE, then I guess :3â
âNoted :D I guess letâs leave that to fate then :Dâ he replies, making Taehyung smile into his phone.
Not even realizing that Jimin was inside their door, silently watching him from
his bed with an eyebrow quirked. Taehyung only became aware of him when Jimin threw a pillow at him and asked him where he was and why he was smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Taehyung only shrugged at him and said that he was happy because thirteen people registered at
the talent show. It wasnât a lie since it is part of the reason. Heâs just⌠not giving all the details. Thatâs all.
Unsurprisingly, Jiminâs eyes bulged wide and demanded how he did that before jumping up and down in glee, muttering something about having to up his game since
there was going to be real competition. Taehyung only smiled at him, intentionally not answering his questions and just celebrating this small, yet important, win.
Fast forward to today and his and Jeonggukâs âchanceâ meeting, Taehyung is at the library, pretending to study
for some test he had that afternoon but is actually listening to lady gaga through the speakers of his headphones.
Lady Gaga was kind of a taboo subject at the church because of her beliefs and what her presence meant, so she was kind of Taehyungâs guilty pleasure and liked to
listen to her songs when heâs all alone. Actually, heâs quite a fan so it always made his inner fanboy sad because he never got the opportunity to gush about her with anyone.
He was just belting out the lyrics of Bad Romance when a bag suddenly dropped on his table, making him
squeak and look up with wide eyes to find Jeongguk across from him with a teasing yet handsome grin on his face.
âJeongguk!â Taehyung whines, hand over his heart. âYou scared me.â
Jeonggukâs grin only widened as he took a seat opposite him.
âSorry Baby.â he replies, making Taehyung blush.
Seriously, when will he stop blushing in the presence of these twins?
âAnyway,â Jeongguk says as he takes his books out of his bag. âFancy seeing you here. Who would have thought Iâd see you at the library at one oâclock today?â
Taehyung snorts as he grabs his phone from the table to turn his music off. âIt must be fate,â he says with a small smile.
âMust be.â Jeongguk nods, looking at his phone and finding one of Taehyungâs music apps still open. âLady Gaga? Thatâs⌠unexpected.â
Taehyung bites his lips as he tries to shut the app off, feeling a bit uneasy since no one knows about his Lady Gaga obsession. âOh, uh, yeah.â he chuckles nervously. âI was just, uhm, reading while listening to music and her song came in, andââ
âLady Gaga is cool,â Jeongguk cuts him off, sounding nonchalant as he opens his books and looks at Taehyung. âIâm assuming you heard her jazz tracks already?â
Taehyung nods at him slowly. âI- yeah. I have.â he admits shyly. âHer music is really good.â
âNo shit.â Jeongguk grins at him. âWhen her first single came out, I think I was obsessed for months. Poker Face remains iconic to this day.â
Taehyungâs eyes start to lighten at that. âSame.â he says shyly. âThough I like Just Dance a bit more.â
âWhat?â Jeongguk feigns offense, making Taehyung giggle at him. âPoker face isââ
And it was mostly just them bantering. But not in a bad or heated way, but the fun kind. With the two of them arguing which song is better and singing some of her old and new hits back and forth
until the librarian shushed them and warned them to keep it down. Making both of them giggle quietly and proceed to studying.
âIâll show you how iconic Poker Face is at the talent show,â Jeongguk then says as he picks up a pen and begins to write something on his notebook.
âIâve been trying to work the choreography out since last night and now that I found out about how youâre gaga for Gaga then I know which music to pick.â
âYouâre joining the contest too?â Taehyung asks, touched.
Jeongguk scoffs at him lightly. âOf course I did.â he nods
before looking at him and shooting him a serious look. âYou really think Iâm gonna let Kook woo you with his ugly singing?â
Taehyung bites his bottom lip. âHe sings?â
Jeongguk snorts. âYeah, and I dance,â he points out. âAnd Iâm good at it, so weâll see who wins in the end.â
Taehyung wonders what prize theyâre after. And brushes it off when something inside him told him that it was his heart.
âI guess Iâll have to be the judge, then,â he replies. âBut seriously, thank you for supporting the talent show, Ggukkie. It means a lot.â
âAnything for you.â Jeongguk winks, making Taehyung huff out a breath. Though his red face seemed to give his fondness for the other away.
They start to study after that. The two basked in comfortable silence as they did their own thing, with the occasional stolen stares when
the other wasnât looking and shy smiles they exchanged when one of them catches the other.
It was just so sweet, honestly. And although, parts of himâ the closeted one, is still hiding away refusing to see the light of day until it was ready, another partâ the regular,
non-church boy Taehyung part, loved hanging out with Jeongguk and simply talk about the things he was ashamed yet happy about like lady gaga.
It seems he wasnât just gaga for Gaga, but perhaps heâs a little gaga for Jeongguk too. Just donât tell him that.
Not yet, at least. Not until he figures it out.
After their study date. Wait, again. It isnât a date. Itâs a chance meeting. Jeongguk offers to walk him to his next class, saying that it was along his way even though he knows that Jeonggukâs building was in another place since he was in the arts department
and Taehyung was in the science department.
But he lets him, because he secretly wanted to be in his presence a little more. By the time they arrive at his next classâs lecture room, he finds himself standing face to face with Jeongguk. Still with the shy and hesitant smile on
their faces, both out of words and not knowing how to end the good day they just had.
âSoâŚâ
âSoâŚâ
The both of them say at once, making them pause and wait for the other to continue, before they laugh since they seemed to be waiting on each other. It was silly.
They were silly.
âI wanted to say that meeting you today by chance was great.â Jeongguk eventually says as he looks at Taehyung with a soft expression on his face. âI hope we get more of that. Moreâ more days like these.â
Taehyung smiles. He does. He wants more days of soft smiles and light banters with Jeongguk too. He wants it so much that it hurts to have to hold himself back. But he knows it wouldnât be fair for Jeongguk, and Jungkook, to lead them on when he was still a bit unsure.
When he is still figuring it out.
As much as he wants to skip the good part, accept this part of him and live happily ever after⌠with a boy, thereâs still so much that Taehyung has to unpack. To take into consideration before he goes there.
He didn't realize that his smile turned into a grimace as he thought of those things until Jeongguk reached to unfurl the scrunch on his eyebrows with an easy smile on his face.
âDonât overthink it too much, Tae.â he tells him gently. âThereâs no rush. I promise.â
And like Lady Gaga, like his passion for art and everything else, Jeongguk seems to understand and read between the lines just like Jungkook did. Taehyung didnât need words for him to know exactly what he meant. And again, Taehyung appreciates it. He appreciates him so damn much.
âThank you, Jeongguk.â Taehyung says, hugging his books against his chest. âAnd again, Iâm sorry for ghosting you and Jungkook last weekend. I was justââ
âDonât mention it.â Jeongguk brushes him with a wave of his hands. âI understand. You donât even have to explain.â
âStill, Iâm sorry.â Taehyung replies firmly. âIt was unkind of me to leave you two hanging like that, but like you said⌠Iâd like more days like these too.â
âYeah?â Jeongguk grins.
âYeah.â Taehyung replies.
âConsider it done.â the other says, eyes twinkling with promise. A promise that Taehyung believes that he wouldnât break.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
The next Saturday arrives and Taehyung finds himself accompanying Jimin, again, to some abandoned warehouse that apparently hosts underground rap battles, among other things, according to his best friend.
And like usual, Taehyung was hesitant in coming because he wasnât used to those types of places. Plus the event sounded illegal to him in a way, because surely the owner wouldnât allow some random people to use some place they owned as a venue for some party. Right?
But after some coaxing, some puppy eyes, a dangerous pout, and more importantly, âHobi hyung is going to be there! So are the twins!â, Taehyung caved. But only because Jimin was cute and nothing else. (He reminds himself to add lying to his next visit to the confession booth)
Jimin dressed him in another pair of his tight acid washed jeans, and styled one of Taehyungâs oversized white button ups above it and wrapped up the look with a loose black tie and some old converse sneakers.
âWould it be okay if I put some makeup on you, Teddy Bear?â Jimin asks as he looks at Taehyung closely, tapping his chin.
âWould you like my mother to behead me, Baby Chick?â Taehyung rolls his eyes.
Jimin scoffs at him and proceeds to get a tube of his foundation.
âWhat your mother doesnât know wonât hurt you, young one.â he tells him as he dabs some of the liquid on his finger. âCome on, Tae. Just a little.â
âI donât know, Mimi.â Taehyung eyes the foundation wearily. âThis is already the second week I lied about sleeping early.
Iâm scared she might find out somehow.â
âDonât be,â Jimin encourages. âI doubt anyone would tell her. I mean, itâs a rap battle. Who would even know her, Tae?â
âSheâs a pastor, Jimin.â Taehyung points out. âSomeone is bound to know.â
Jimin sighs. âAnd apart from me, Hobi hyung and you, who do you think would be brave enough to go to an illegal rap battle a day before church?â
âSo it is illegal!â
âDidnât say it wasnât.â Jimin shrugs. âAnd my point still stands. Who would say? And who would even think that
the pastorâs son would go to a place?â
Taehyung bites his lips. âFine.â he says, making Jimin jump in excitement. âBut only a little. Nothing too obvious.â
âIâll only make your pretty features stand out. I promise!â Jimin eagerly says before he proceeds to painting his face
with nudes and something charcoal colored, and drawing something along his eyes. Until he pulls back with a satisfied smile on his face.
âIf you were gay, I would have made out with you,â Jimin says as he surveys his look, making Taehyung swallow. If only he knew, he thought.
âYou look gorgeous, Tae. I bet girls will be lining up for you at the event.â
âYeah, well.â Taehyung cards his fingers through his hair. âThey can try.â But they will fail.
Jimin grins before he nods and begins to pull on a dark green jacket over the white shirt heâs wearing
and grabbing his wallet and keys from their desk. âAnyway, we should get going, Tae. We donât want to miss the good fight! I heard the twins were fighting today too.â
Taehyung stops in his tracks as Jiminâs words register in his head. âFighting?â he asks.
Jimin snorts. âDonât worry, Tae. Itâs just play-fighting. Boxing. People just want to see them without their shirts on, thatâs all.â he explains. âThey do it for fun and apparently it earns them a lot of cash.â
Oh Taehyung bets they do. Heâd pay actual money himself to see that.
But of course, he bottles everything inside and follows Jimin out the door.
Preparing his heart for the inevitable punches itâs going to receive by seeing two, very handsome and very hot twins, flex their strength and muscles around for everyone to see.
May God forgive him.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
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As expected, like the frat party they went to, the underground rap scene was crowded as hell and it seems like everythingâ and Taehyung means everything bad and unholy is happening all at once.
The venue is big and is an open space thatâs dimly lit with a few neon colored fluorescent lights. Music and the sound of people chattering greets them as he and Jimin enter.
Taehyung takes the place in and he sees vans parked on one side of the warehouse, the trunk open revealing coolers that have cans of beer and different kinds of alcohol inside and where most of the people flocked around waving their money in the air to buy one or more.
On another side of the venue were some bleachers you see in the gym, pushed to the wall where some people were sitting in, having drinks, some were even making out andâ is someone getting a tattoo? Is that a makeshift tattoo stand?
Taehyung starts to feel uncomfortable as he follows Jimin inside towards a makeshift stage that was still being set up with microphones and speakers where Taehyung presumed the rap battle was going to take place.
Jimin grins wide as he greets a couple of people he knows as he pulls Taehyung further and further inside, holding his hand tight as if to ground him which the taller male appreciates. Everything is still so new to him, the world outside his parentsâ roof still
boggles Taehyungâs mind. Heâs quite jealous that Jimin blends in easily with the crowd, not looking like heâs an outsider. Because although Taehyung looks like he belongs, he feels far from it.
It still feels like heâs looking from inside the cage that his parents built him
with its cage wide open for Taehyung to escape, to explore, but heâs still afraid of leaving. Of taking a leap of faith, as ironic as it sounds.
He and Jimin stop next to the stage where more people are crowded together seemingly waiting for something to start since thereâs
some old gym mats on the ground with a couple edison bulbs lighting up the place. It looks like a makeshift ring since some guy was walking around asking if anyone wanted to take bets.
Namely, the fight ring where he thinks Jeongguk and Jungkook were going to fight.
Shirtless. Their muscles and tattoos all out for display.
For some bizarre reason, Taehyung has the urge to make the sign of the cross but he holds himself back since it wasnât really the most appropriate place to do so.
âWhere are they?â he hears Jimin mutter beside him, looking around and standing on his tippy toes to look for who he assumes is Yoongi and Hoseok. âThey said they were here.â
Taehyung helps, also looking around the area
till he sees a pair of familiar looking heads with dark hairâ one longer and the other cropped short, surrounded by men and women shooting flirty smiles in their direction. Jeongguk and Jungkook have grins on their faces, seemingly enjoying the attention.
The image makes Taehyungâs tummy churn as he looks away, pretending not to see. He knows he has no rights or whatsoever to feel insecure, and maybe a little jealous, since theyâre just friends. He himself was the one who-
laid down the boundaries of their relationship, he was the one who shied away from their advances. So what rights does he have, right?
Still, the green eyed monster was hard to beat so he looks at Jimin and shrugs. âI donât know,â he mumbles. âDid you text your lovers already?â
Jimin snorts, pulling his phone out of his tight jeans. âI did! Let meââ but before he could finish his sentence, a pair of pale arms circle around Jiminâs waist, and a guy whoâs slightly shorter than his soulmate hugs the latter from behind and kisses his neck,
making Jimin jump in surprise and Taehyung to look away with flustered cheeks since the action looks intimate to him.
âHey Min.â the guy says, face still tucked in the crevice of Jiminâs shoulder and neck. âI missed you.â
Jimin flushes, eyes looking in between him and Taehyung hesitantly. Looking like he doesnât know what to do since he knows Taehyung wasnât used to this side of him yet. âYoongi hyung,â Jimin mutters, squeezing his hands that were resting over his abdomen. âNot now. Taeâs here.â
Taehyung waves him off with a hand. âPlease,â he says, still a little shy but acting nonchalant nonetheless. âDonât stop on my account.â
Jimin still looks conflicted but Yoongi squeezes him tight. âYou heard him,â he says, kissing his neck. âDonât stop.â
âYoongi hyung!â Jimin squeals, tickled. âStop!â
Taehyung could not help but chuckle at the pair. Sure, it still feels odd to him to be a spectator of something that should be done inside closed doors but he can feel the affectionâ the love that oozes out of the both of them.
Although Jiminâs face is flushed and is trying to escape the otherâs clutches, he looks happy. Happier heâs ever seen him, and they arenât even doing anything special. Just hugging. Taehyung supposes that thatâs how love is. Simple yet powerful.
He smiles at them. âIâm assuming youâre the famous Yoongi,â Taehyung says with a polite bow before he offers him a hand to shake. âIâve heard so much about you and itâs a pleasure to finally meet you. Iâm Taehyung.â
Yoongi accepts his extended hand and shakes it, his other arm still wrapped protectively around Jiminâs waist. âNice to meet me and Hoseokâs greatest competitor,â he says, a small smile on his face. âThe teddy bear. Am I right?â
Taehyung chuckles at him, lips extending into a smile. âItâs no competition,â he says.
âThatâs right!â Jimin says, pulling free from Yoongi and standing beside Taehyung. âCause my Taetae wins all the time.â
Taehyung grins at his soulmate while Yoongi just looks amused yet fond. âDamn, not even a group effort could beat you, eh?â he says. âOh well, Iâm not opposed to being second. As long as Hoseok is third.â
He and Jimin giggles.
âAnyway, wanna go get some drinks?â Yoongi says, gesturing towards the vans. âIâm buying the first round.â
âUh, no thank you.â Taehyung waves a hand in thanks. âI have to go to church tomorrow and I donât really like hangovers.â
Yoongi snorts. âA soda, then?â he offers. âPretty sure they have Sprite there or something.â
âIf it isnât too much to ask then thank you, Yoongi-ssi.â Taehyung bows gratefully.
Yoongi grins and nods. âI kinda get why you like him, Jimin-ah,â he says. âHeâs a baby.â
Taehyung flushes shyly but thereâs a smile on his face. Jimin puts an arm around his neck. âHeâs /my/ baby, so back off.â he threatens lightly. âNow shoo! And go get me a beer too.â
Yoongi bows at him ninety degrees. âAs you wish, your majesty.â he says, rolling his eyes as he stands. âAnd Hobi and Joon are at the bleachers next to the ring. Iâll meet you there.â
âOkay.â Jimin nods.
And before Yoongi goes, he approaches Jimin and kisses him on the lips. Itâs chaste and quick, but again, Taehyung could see how much Yoongi adoresâ loves his best friend. This time, he doesnât shy away and keeps the smile on his face.
As soon as Yoongi is on his way to get them drinks, Jimin looks at him. Neck tinged scarlet and trying to look nonchalant, but Taehyung knows heâs buzzing with anxiety at the display that he and Yoongi did in front of him.
âLetâs go meet Hobi hyung?â he asks, already walking to the direction of the bleachers.
âYoongi is nice,â Taehyung states, breaking the ice softly. âIâm glad itâs him, Jimin.â
Jimin looks at him then, eyes a little shiny as he smiles at Taehyung.
âIâm glad you think so, Tae,â he replies. âI really like him and Hobi hyung.â
âI think they like you too.â Taehyung chuckles, putting an arm around Jiminâs neck. âI think they like you a lot. And Iâm happy for you.â
Jimin grins at him, big and wide, then proceeds to stand on his tippy toes and drops a kiss on Taehyungâs cheek. âIf you find the one for you, just know that Iâll be happy for you too,â he states genuinely.
At that, Taehyung canât help but feel his chest tighten due to the secret he was keeping. The part of him thatâs still trapped inside the cage longs for escape, or at least to let someoneâ someone like Jimin in to help carry the cross heâs been carrying alone for the past week.
He smiles at Jimin for lack of anything to say and allows the other to pull to a group huddled together in the bleachers, laughing loudly about something.
Taehyung detects the sound of Hoseokâs infectious laughter, easily spotting the male in the middle.
Wearing loose jeans that have rips under the knees, a loose shirt that has another short sleeved button up layered over it.
âJimin-ah!â Hoseok yells happily as soon as he sees them approaching. âTaehyungie too? Wow! Itâs nice to see you at a place like this again!â
Taehyung smiles at him as he and Jimin stop by them. âQuit saying that, hyung,â Jimin scolds. âTae is now a new person! Ainât that right?â
Quite the understatement. But Taehyung nods at Jimin. âYes, itâs true,â he says. âLooking good, hyung.â
Hoseok stands and does a spin to show his outfit. âDo you like it?â he grins. âItâs LVâs latest collection.â
âAnd yetââ another voice joins in, belonging to a tall handsome male seated beside Hoseok with brown curly hair atop his ethereal face. He points at Taehyung.
âHe still looks better than you.â
Hoseok scoffs and rolls his eyes. âWhy do you always have to be the villain, Jin hyung?â he says, âWhereâs Yoongi hyung?â
âHe got me and Tae drinks,â Jimin says, climbing up the bleachers to go sit within the group. Taehyung follows him behind.
âHe should be here any minute now.â
âShouldnât he stop drinking?â the handsome male, Jin, says with an eyebrow raised. Crossing his legs elegantly and perching his chin on his palm. âDoesnât he have a contest?â
âHis tongue technology works best with alcohol,â Jimin says.
âOh, I can attest to that!â Hoseok giggles.
Jin groans at them, whilst Taehyung flushes at the implication behind the message. Clearing his throat and looking down at his lap for lack of anything to do.
âAnyway, whoâs this?â one of the girls with long blonde hair within their small group asks, pointing towards Taehyung. âHave we met before?â
âHeâs cute.â another girl, the one with a black bob and pink bangs, giggles, looking at Taehyung with a flirty smile
and making him feel a bit awkward.
âBack off, Seolhyun,â Jimin warns lightly, wrapping a hand around Taehyungâs arm. âHeâs off limits. My Taetae is too pure.â
The girl, Seolhyun, rolls her eyes at him playfully. âI was just asking,â she says. âSo, are you gonna introduce us?â
âRight!â Hoseok says, arms open to begin the introductions. âMeet Taehyung, everyone! Everyone, meet Taehyung! Be nice to him. Heâs new here.â
Taehyung gives the group a shy smile. âHi, itâs nice to meet you, guys.â he says politely.
âIâm Seokjin,â the handsome male, Seokjin, says. âBut you can call me Jin hyung. Iâm the oldest among this bunch.â
âIâm Seol,â the girl with the pink bangs says with a wide smile. âNice to meet you, Taehyung!â
âSame here,â Taehyung bows.
âIâm Somi,â the girl with the long
blonde hair introduces, looking at him with an eyebrow quirked. âAnd you really look familiar. Have we met before or something?â
Taehyung shakes his head. âNo, sorry. I donât think we have,â he says. âItâs my first time around here and I donât go out a lot.â
âHow come?â Seokjin asks, looking at him scrutinizingly. âSeolâs right. Youâre handsome, Taehyung-ssi. Handsome guys like us need to flaunt it more to the world.â
Taehyung blushes while the rest of the group groans at him playfully.
âOh, Iâ uhm.â he swallows, looking at Jimin helplessly. He doesnât really know how to accept compliments.
âLike what Hobi hyung said,â Jimin says, shooting him a reassuring smile. âThis isnât really Taeâs scene. Youâre lucky you even got to meet him in the first place.â
âRight.â Hoseok nods. âHeâs a good egg. All he does is study, church and sleep.â
âChurch?â Somi asks, lips turning into a grimace. âYou go there?â
Hoseok giggles. âHe practically lives there,â he says. âHeâs the pastorâs kid.â
Somi doesnât hold back and grimaces at him, looking at him like she feels sorry for him and effectively making Taehyung fidget in his seat due to discomfort.
The thing is, he isnât really ashamed or he doesnât really dislike being a church boy. Despite the prejudices that come with being a member of the church, he actually enjoys attending services and doing church work.
And even atop his recent sexuality crisis, he doesnât forget to pray every night. He thinks itâs always going to be a part of him since it's been instilled in him since he was young â being a church boy, that is.
But he knows how most people feel about people like him.
He cannot really escape the judgment wherever he goes. Not from the church or from the world outside its walls. Even though he doesnât force his beliefs on others and just minds his own business, there will always be someone ready to judge.
âOh quit being a bitch, Somi.â Seokjin rolls his eyes. âYou just met him for fuckâs sake.â
âYeah, come on, Som.â Seolhyun says, bumping her shoulder against Somiâs before shooting Taehyung an apologetic look.
âSorry about her, Taehyung-ssi. She tends to have strong opinions on certain things.â
Taehyung gives them a tightlipped smile. âItâs okay,â he mumbles. âI get it.â He gets it all the time, actually.
Somi waves a hand at him. âItâs nothing personal, Taehyung-ssi,â she says. âI used to go to church before college and I hated it there. Sorry.â
Seolhyun giggles. âHer parents are hella religious,â she says. âYou might know them?â
Taehyung starts to feel uneasy at that. Although Somi says that she isn't active in the church anymore, the prospect of someone whoâs related to their members makes him feel uncomfortable. âUh maybe?â he says. âI know most of our members, so thereâs a chance I do.â
âMy stepdad is Lee Junghyun,â she says, making Taehyungâs eyes widen. âDo you know him?â
Lee Junghyun is one of their biggest donors. He and his wife used to, and to his knowledge, still have dinner with his parents.
Suddenly, he feels nerves surround every inch of his body and he starts to regret coming here at the fear that Somi might tell her parents, and her parents might tell his parents.
âIâ I, uhm,â he stutters, scratching the side of his neck. âYeah, I- I do.â
Jimin seems to sense his discomfort, scrunching his eyebrows at him worriedly before he reaches to grab his hand and squeezes it in comfort. âAnyway,â he says, attempting to change the subject. âAre the twins fighting anytime soon?â
Seokjin seems to sense Taehyungâs discomfort too, and nods at Jimin. âYeah, theyâre just greeting their fans. You know how they are.â he rolls his eyes.
âDid you guys place any bets?â Hoseok asks eagerly, patting his pockets and taking out a purple ticket.
âI placed my bet on Jungkook!â
âJeongguk has been working out relentlessly the past week so I bet on him,â Seolhyun says, waving her ticket.
âThat kid has been obsessed with his looks the past week,â Seokjin says, looking over to the twins and the group that are still
surrounding them. âYouâd think heâs trying hard for someone or something.â
âSame with Jungkook.â Somi pouts. âI saw him the other day smiling on his phone. I think he likes someone.â
Seolhyun coos at her teasingly. âOh donât worry, Som!â she says, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. âIâm sure itâs just another fling like last time.â
Like last time? Taehyung couldnât help but think, trying to stomp down the flowing rivers of thoughts filling his head.
But the more he tries to fight it, the more it shows on his face since his eyebrows are beginning to scrunch.
âIf not then thereâs always Jeongguk,â Jimin tells her. âThough, you might have to wait a bit since he recently broke up with his last girlfriend.â
âBut wasnât that three months ago?â Hoseok asks.
âIt was pretty serious, though,â Seolhyun says, shrugging her shoulders. âHeard it was a rough breakup.â
âEither way,â Somi sighs. âItâd be nice to be with one of them.â
âYouâll get your shot.â Seolhyun says, rubbing her back comfortingly.
Taehyung bites his lip as he takes all of that information in.
Aside from the green eyed monster thatâs been lurking around, another monster in the form of dark fog thatâs called doubt joins it.
Making Taehyungâs skin crawl with insecurity. A feeling he finds that he doesnât like.
He wasnât really a jealous person. He was always the type to be happy with what he has and be happy for someone else even when they received something that Taehyungâs been yearning for.
Heâs always had this simple belief that something that is meant for you will never get away. That he doesnât have to be possessive to keep things, or in this caseâ people; because the right ones will come and stay, and you will never lose what is meant for you.
So he has never been the possessive type nor the jealous or insecure.
His eyes shift towards Jeongguk and Jungkook who are now getting ready for their match, and he wonders if the last few days they spent together meant something to them like it did to him.
He knows he has no rights to demand since heâs only been with each of them twice, and has only collected a basin full of details about the other and that thereâs still a river left for him to collect.
Still, Taehyung would be lying if he said that those last few days werenât life changing, because it is. For him it is.
Meeting Jeongguk and Jungkook felt earth suddenly changing its axis, like the air he used to think that blew towards north now blows towards south now.
And he wonders if heâs just some guy who happened to have caught both their attention at the same time, a case of happenstance.
But he shakes his head and tries to give them the benefit of the doubt. Again, he doesnât like to be judged before being understood
so he tries not to be judgemental first too. He refrains himself from being possessive and jealous.
He tells himself that just because one thing changed, doesnât mean everything has to.
Taehyung feels someone tap his shoulder and he turns to face them and sees Seokjin looking at him carefully. âWhat about you, Taehyung-ssi?â he asks conversationally. âAre you seeing someone right now?â
Taehyung gulps. âUh, noâ not really.â he says, sounding unsure.
Seokjin raises an eyebrow at him. âHow come you donât sound sure?â he asks.
âHe has been mysteriously texting someone the past couple of days actually,â Jimin quips in, joining in on their conversation. âWith a dopey smile on his face, if I may add.â
Taehyung chokes, clearing his throat. âItâ itâs nothing,â he says. âI was justââ
God seems to show him some mercy since Yoongi suddenly arrives, balancing three bottles of beers and a can of soda in his hands. âHelp!â he yells.
Jimin stands to retrieve some bottles from him, making Taehyung sigh in relief. And unbeknownst to him, Seokjin sees the action and raises an eyebrow in question.
âWhereâs ours?â Seolhyun pouts, looking at the drinks that Yoongi is passing over to Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung.
Yoongi scoffs. âLast time I checked, you arenât my boyfriends or my boyfriendsâ best friend so get your own.â he huffs, sitting in between Hoseok and Jimin.
Seokjin huffs out a breath at him. âItâs fine. Iâll ask Joon to get me one instead.â he says.
True to his word, taking his phone out and typing a text.
âDonât expect it to arrive anytime soon,â Jimin says as he points at the ring where a tall buff male with sun kissed skin and intense yet soft eyes makes his way to the middle with a megaphone in his hands.
âI think the fight is starting soon.â
And at that, the group shifts its attention to the tiny ring and joins in the cheering as Jeongguk and Jungkook walk in the middleâ shirtless, only wearing tight-fit short shorts
that accentuates their asses, the v line on their hips and their rock hard abs and their bulging biceps.
Taehyung now understands why they make a lot of money on this as he watches the twins bounce on their feet, boxing the air as the man between them speaks into the microphone.
âAre you ready?â he grins into the megaphone, making the crowd go wild. âHave you all placed your bets already?â
The crowd promptly cheers.
âJoon is getting so buff these days.â Hoseok whistles, surveying the host. âWhat have you been feeding him, Jin hyung?â
Seokjin smirks. âWouldnât you like to know?â
Taehyung tunes out of their conversation with flushed cheeks and focuses on the match. The hostâ Joon is telling the crowd to place their last minute bets before the twins matchâs start.
He takes that opportunity to look at the twins closely. Jeongguk is on the left side, wearing green shorts and with his long hair tied into a man bun with a few stray strands falling over his face, pierced tongue running through his pierced bottom lip. Jungkook on the other hand
has his cropped hair loose and wild. Heâs wearing red shorts, his eyebrow piercing glinting through the bulbs behind him as he does some stretches.
Taehyung wonders if God is testing him, and he wonders himself if he is going to pass or fail it. But from the way heâs keeping
his thighs together to constrict something, he has a feeling that we wonât really like the results.
Still, he tries to remain calm. Choosing to stay still and quiet to not make it obvious as Joon brings the megaphone to his face.
âBets are over!â he announces with
a dimpled smile. âLetâs get it!â
And at that the crowd cheers wildly as Joon approaches the twins and huddles them together to speak to them privately, while the rest of his crew clears people away from the gym mats laying on the floor to give the twins space to fight.
Taehyung waits with bated breaths as he watches the twins nod at Joon, and before the latter walks to the side to begin their fight. The sound of a deafening bell echoes inside the warehouse, indicating the start of the match and soon itâs just Jeongguk and Jungkook in the middle
of everything and is the apple of everyoneâs eyes.
The twins start by circling around each other, eyes fixed on the other as they hold up their hands that are protected with boxing gloves.
Jungkook is the first one to advance towards his twin as he attempts to land a left hook
on his side. Jeongguk swiftly avoids the hit and promptly punches his brother on his left cheek, making the latter stumble a step.
âYES!â Seolhyun and Seokjin cheers, waving their tickets. âGo Jeongguk!â
âFight back Kook!â Hoseok yells, standing up and stomping his feet on the ground. âI bet fifty thousand on you, come on!â
Taehyung on the other hand is at a loss for words. Awed is the right term, actually.
He absolutely cannot tear his gaze at the image of the twins boxing and from the way their biceps are flexing as they attempt to land a punch on the other.
He isnât normally a fan of violence, and he has no knowledge whatsoever when it comes to boxing
but he could tell that the twins were holding back their punches, and he could sense that some of their groans or stumbles were staged. Still, itâs still quite a sight to see and theyâre very good actors. Hot actors, that is.
At some point during the match, Taehyung finds himself looking directly into Jungkook's eyes and feels himself flush pink at that brief interaction. Especially when Jungkook winked at him cockily then proceeded to throw some punches to his brother with much gusto.
From beside him, Taehyung senses Seokjin looking from Jungkook to him with an eyebrow raised before eventually shrugging and returning back to the match.
After the twins shift positions, with Jungkookâs back turned to him and with Jeongguk facing his direction,
he also catches the latterâs eyes at the change. Jeonggukâs eyes widens as he sees Taehyung, pausing in between the match to ogle at him with his mouth slightly agape.
Until Taehyung yells a hurried, âDuck!â
Thankfully, Jeongguk ducks at the last minute and begins to return the punches that his twin threw his way.
The match heats up from there it seems, and Taehyung wonders if it has anything to do with him. Because he after the twins became aware of his presence, theyâve done
nothing but flex their arms and bite their lips, gazes shifting over to Taehyung from time to time.
Taehyung is at a loss. He honestly doesnât know if he wants them to stop or continue. Itâs flattering of course. Itâs nice to think that youâre somewhat grabbing the attention of
someone who has everyone elseâs. Itâs nice to think that theyâre putting on a show for him. But thatâs really all there is to it: thoughts. Delusion. At least thatâs what Taehyung tells himself.
âThe twins sure do look at you a lot, Taehyung-ssi.â Seokjin tells him, looking at him.
âOh uh.â Taehyung licks his lips. âWeâre friends.â
âFriends?â Seokjin quirks an eyebrow up.
Taehyung nods. âYeah. Friends.â he gulps.
Seokjin stares at him for a second, a long and agonizing second, before he turns to look back at the fight. Muttering âThey never look at someone like that before.â under his breath, making him blush,
and weirdly, a bit reassured at the fact that they reserved a special look just for him.
Maybe he is someone special.
Maybe.
Thankfully, the rest of the group doesnât hear their brief conversation since theyâre still too focused on the match thatâs about to end since the fifteen minutes were almost up. Jimin told him that the match was just one short round, a round for the twins to display their abs
and it was done.
Soon, the sound of the bell is heard across the warehouse, making everyone cheer as Joon returns to the middle to stand in between the twins. This time, Jeongguk and Jungkook stare shamelessly back at Taehyung,
their chest heaving and sweat dripping from their bodies. Eyes holding twin intense stares as Joon says something into his megaphone.
From the corner of Taehyungâs eyes, he sees Somi look from the twins to him with her eyebrows meeting.
Taehyung starts to feel a chill climb up his spine as he makes himself small under Somiâs gaze. Suddenly reminded of the fact that she kind of has a thing for the twins, and as far as everyone knows, heâs straight.
Slowly, he tears his gaze away from the twins and focuses on his lap instead, fear crowding him into a corner and snarling at him threateningly as he hugs his arms.
âYou okay?â Jimin asks, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
Taehyung nods. âYeah,â he mumbles. âJustâ just not used to fights, I guess.â
Jimin smiles at him reassuringly. âDonât worry, Tae,â he says. âYoongi hyung told me that they rehearsed this fight before so Iâm sure no oneâs really hurt.â
Taehyung only smiles at his best friend, but deep down, he wishes he could tell him whatâs really bothering him. Which is a lot at that moment, but his tongue is tied and fear is still around the corner so he ends up nodding as he bites his lips instead.
Jimin scrunches his
eyebrows, always the observant one. âYou sure youâre okay, Tae?â he asks. âIf thereâs something bothering you, you know you can tell me. Right?â
It looks like an opening; a chance to come clean and tell his best friend about his recent worries.
But fear is a silly thing. Taehyung is silly. So he shakes his head and fakes a smile.
Jimin nods at him before he turns his attention back to the ring. Taehyung does too with hesitant eyes, and finds both Jeongguk and Jungkook looking at him with eyebrows scrunched
and with a worried look on their face. Itâs as if, like always, they understand without the need for words.
Taehyung attempts to shoot them a small smile, but it seems like it looks like a grimace since the concerned looks on the twinsâ faces doesnât fade.
Sounds come in like noise through Taehyungâs ears as he sits in fear and pretends to act okay. Just wanting the night to get over with so he could escape to the confines of his bed and forget the night happened.
He doesnât even hear the announcement of the winner since heâs still feeling anxious and only registers the happy cheers and groans of disappointments from nearby.
Until he feels hands. Warm, sweaty, pale, tattooed hands.
One on his shoulder, one at the top of his head, another tilting his chin up. Then he sees two pairs of twin doe eyes thatâs looking at him protectively.
It kind of reminds him of the night he met both of themâ
when it was just the three of them in their own little world. Away from judgemental and suspicious eyes.
âHey Tae,â Jungkook says easily. âDid you like the match?â He sounds casual. Like he doesnât want to give anything away, give Taehyung away. which he appreciates.
âYeah, it was.â he replies, feeling some of his anxiety melt away.
âDid you see me beat his ass?â Jeongguk adds, a grin on his face. Playing along.
Jungkook snorts. âYou wish. I went easy on you, shitface.â he says. âSo say thank you.â
Jeongguk rolls his eyes at his brother as he sits down beside Taehyung. âThank you for being a loser,â he teases. âAnd thanks to you, I can finally buy an outfit for Taehyungâs talent show.â
âDonât bother,â Jungkook says, crossing his arms at him.
âYouâre gonna lose anyway to me. Donât waste your money.â
âDonât count your eggs before the chicken hatches it.â his twin counters back.
âWould you two stop fighting!â Another voice, Seokjin pipes in. âYouâve just left the ring!â
âSorry hyung.â Jeongguk shrugs. âItâs a twin thing. He triggers me a lot.â
Jungkook only scoffs and goes to sit next to Hoseok after shooting Taehyung a look that oddly translates to him as, âYou good now?â
Taehyung shoots him a brief smile as if to reply. âBetter now. Thanks.â
Jungkook subtly nods before he turns to talk to Yoongi about the rap battle that was going to take place in a few minutes. It seems like itâs nothing but Taehyung knows that it isnât.
He knows that both Jeongguk and Jungkook are both trying to protect him, in a way and at the same time comfort him through their silly banters.
And it works. He feels safer now. He feels more at ease.
And it doesnât feel like heâs carrying his cross alone anymore.
Taehyung relaxes then and there and leans back on the bleachers, basking in the comfort of the arms that Jeongguk had on his seatâs backrest and the fingers that subtly touched his shoulders.
And thinking, maybe a safe place isnât really a place. Maybe it could be a person, or rather, people too.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
After the rap battle contest, which Yoongi undoubtedly won and made Taehyung one of the newest members of his fan club (According to Jimin, Taehyung can be the VP since heâs already the president), their group retreated back to the frat house to celebrate.
Plus, according to Hoseok, booze was cheaper outside the venue. âJust cause you all won a little more cash doesnât mean you should waste on alcohol.â Hoseok clicked his tongue, eyeing Yoongi who was shooting him a blank look but eventually
caved when even the twins, who usually liked to stay for the afterparty, agreed.
Taehyung has a feeling that the twins only insisted because they know how he isnât comfortable in those kinds of places. Again, just a gut feeling. (Note: His gut feelings were always right)
Theyâre currently sitting in the frat houseâs living room. Unlike before when Taehyung was there when it was used as a dance area at the party, the living room is back to its original state. With three mismatched couches facing the coffee table in the middle, and
with a huge television mounted on the wall where a soccer game was playing.
Along the way to the house, they stopped by a convenience store and bought their poisons. Beer and soju, and some snacks they could munch on while drinking. The twins threw in some cans of sodas.
Saying they were all out. But Taehyung has another gut feeling that they bought it for him since he mentioned that he couldnât stay long since heâs going to church the next day.
Theyâre all huddled together in the living room. Seolhyun and Somi are sitting on one of the couches,
talking about a project that they were paired to do. Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin are on another sofaâ Well, Jimin is sitting in Hoseokâs lap and Yoongi is beside Hoseok. While Joon, or Namjoon was on the carpet floor, in charge of passing the shot glasses filled with Soju, back
turned to the television.
The twins and Seokjin were in the kitchen, getting the snacks prepared, leaving Taehyung to occupy the last couch by himself as he listens to Jiminâs plans on making a twitter account dedicated to Yoongi so they could promote his growing rap career
some more. And with Hoseok piping in suggestions on what he could do.
âWhat do you think of the name Kitty Gang, babe?â Jimin asks Yoongi, looking at the latter seriously. âFor your fan club name?â
Yoongi scrunches his eyebrows at him, an unimpressed look on his face, causing Hoseok and Taehyung to laugh. âNo.â Yoongi scowls. âNo one is going to take some rapper whose fans are called the kitties, Min.â
Hoseok laughs as he claps his hands. âItâs funny, though!â
âI think itâs quite cute.â Taehyung smiles, watching as Yoongi grimaces at him.
âPlease donât encourage him, Taehyung-ah,â Yoongi says, looking at him pleadingly. âHe listens to everything you say.â
âBut heâs right! It is cute!â Jimin crosses his arms, pouting at Yoongi.
âAnd you donât have to call your fans kitties. You can call them your pusââ
âJimin!â Taehyung scolds with a grin. âDonât be crass!â
âItâs not meant to be derogatory.â Jimin shrugs, ever the most persistent before he looks at Yoongi. âSo?â
âAdd that to the list but itâs still a no,â Yoongi says, letting him down gently. âI want a slightly cooler fanbase name if ever I do get famous.â
Jimin sighs. âYou always say no to my ideas.â he mutters glumly.
âI like your ideas.â Hoseok looks up, grinning at Jimin.
Jimin grins back at him and hugs the elder male. âI know. Thatâs why I like you best today.â he replies, making Yoongi scoff and mutter a quiet âKiss ass.â under his breath and making Taehyung giggle at them.
Taehyung then feels the couch heâs sitting on slightly tremble, making him look to the side to find Jungkook climbing over the sofaâs backrest and landing next to him with a winning grin on his face, and Jeongguk following behind with a scowl, hands holding some beers and a soda.
âCheatâ Jeongguk grumbles quietly, taking the seat next to Jungkook and handing him a beer, then passing Taehyung a soda.
âYou canât win everything tonight, my little dongsaeng,â Jungkook tells him, clinking his bottle of beer with Taehyungâs soda before taking a huge swig.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes before he takes a gulp from his own bottle. Winking at Taehyung through the glass when he catches the latter staring. Taehyung clears his throat and helps himself to his drink.
âWhy is everything a competition to the both of you,â Seokjin pipes in, holding a tray full of bowls of chips as he enters the kitchen. âAnd I thought you were going to help me with the chips but as soon as you got your beer, you bolted.â
âItâs not like you canât handle it, Jin hyung,â Jungkook tells him with a grin.
âAnd besides, youâre used to doing all the kitchen work alone since youâre hooking up with Joon hyung.â Jeongguk adds, making Seokjin scoff at them as he places the tray on the coffee table
and takes a seat next to Seolhyun on the other couch.
âIâm actually better in the kitchen these days.â Namjoon whines from the floor, looking at the twins with scrunched eyebrows. âRight, hyung?â
Seokjin hums non committedly. âPass me a beer.â he says, making everyone laugh
at Namjoon and the latter to roll his eyes. âAnyway, letâs toast before we start the shots!â
âTo Yoongiâs tongue technology!â Hoseok raises a shot glass up.
âTo the twinsâ hot bodies!â Seolhyun laughs as they all raise their shot glasses and beers up in the air.
Taehyung could toast to that, he thought but he didn't raise his can of soda since it wasnât an alcoholic beverage. Jungkook seems to know whatâs on his mind, like always, and grabs his wrist where heâs holding his drink and guides him to clink his can with the rest.
Not wanting him to feel left out, before they bring their drinks to their lips and drink.
Seokjin didnât miss the action and raised his eyebrows at them, before he says âSo Taehyung-ssi, since youâre new around here, youâre taking the hot seat tonight.â
âThe hot seat?â he asks, a little nerved.
âYeah!â Seolhyun says excitedly, putting her shot glass on the coffee table for Namjoon to refill. âWeâre really interested in getting to know you more!â
Namjoon smiles at her knowingly.
âYou sure /weâre/ excited, Seol or are you just talking about yourself?â he teases lightly.
Seolhyun scoffs, rolling her eyes at him with pink dusted cheeks. âWell, have you seen him?â she says unashamedly.
âCan you blame me? Iâm upset Jimin was keeping him to himself after all this time!â
âPlease.â Jimin waves a hand at her. âEven if you met him ages ago, my Taehyungie is one hard man to please. Heâs been single since birth for a reason.â
Taehyung opens his mouth with a ready retort. But Jimin cuts him off, soulmate bond activated. âAnd that ârelationshipâ you had back in seventh grade doesnât count, Tae.â he snorts. âYou were together for what? A day?â
It was a week, he thought to himself. But that wonât really work in his favor so he ends up pouting at his best friend instead.
âCute.â he hears Jeongguk mutter from beside his twin.
Taehyung clears his throat, controlling himself from reacting to the small praise.
âYou say that as if I have high standards,â he says. âI just havenât had the chance to date, thatâs all!â
âStrict parents?â Yoongi asks, looking at him.
âGuess thatâs kind of a reason, yes, but not really.â Taehyung replies, scratching the side of his neck.
âKind of the reason?â Seokjin continues, eating some peanuts and looking at him.
âYeah.â Taehyung nods. âItâs not like Iâm not allowed to date, itâs justâŚâ
âIn church, when you date, youâre kind of expected to date someone you want to marry,â Jimin explains for him as he
accepts his drink from Namjoon. âAnd since heâs, you know, the pastorâs sonâŚâ
âItâs kind of a big deal.â Yoongi suffices for him with an understanding nod. âSo Iâm assuming you havenât met anyone you see a future with, then?â
WellâŚ
Taehyung shrugs, taking a sip from his soda and sensing a pair of eyes burning a hole at the side of his neck. âNot really.â he mumbles shyly.
âWell whatâs your type?â Somi asks, legs crossed as she holds up her shot. âYour ideal girl?â
Not a girl, a voice whispers in his head, making him clear his throat. Suddenly feeling unprepared for the line of questioning. âIâ I donât know.â he mumbles. âI mean, looks arenât really that important to me, I guess but I think Iâd prefer someone I get along with well.
Someone who I can feel at ease with and laugh with, and can put up with me too.â
âDitto on the last part,â Hoseok says teasingly. âMy Taehyungie can be bratty especially when heâs in a mopey mood. He once locked himself in his room for three days when he wasnât elected as our
high schoolâs secretary!â
âYeah.â Jimin laughs. âIt took me and Hobi hyung to get him out of his pity party!â
Taehyung rolls his eyes at his friends. âThe person who won had terrible penmanship!â he reasons. âAnd Iâve been a secretary for three consecutive years!â
âSee?â Hoseok says, pointing at him. âHeâs still salty to this day and that was two years ago!â
The group laughs as Taehyung sulks, crossing his arms at him playfully. âStill think I wouldâve done a better job, though.â he says.
âIf you run for secretary next year, Iâll vote for you, Tae,â Jeongguk quips in, breaking his silence. Shooting him a smile that Taehyung returns.
âIâll be your campaign manager,â Jungkook adds with a winning smirk. âI was Joon hyungâs last year and he won by a landslide.â
âOnly because you handed out his pins shirtless.â Seolhyun laughs.
âIt is effective though.â Somi says with a smile pointed at Jungkookâs way. âHe got my vote.â
Taehyung could not help but notice the flirty undertone to her words but remains quiet as he takes a sip of his drink
Plus the image of Jungkook handing out buttons with a vote for Tae written on it kept flashing in his mind.
âWe can do a fundraiser too!â Jeongguk says. âLike a carwash or something.â
Now he has the image of Jeongguk dressed in a white shirt and some shorts, the wet material clinging to his body and hugging his muscular frame. Great.
He really is gay, he thought to himself as his lips extended to a line.
âWell, youâre all getting way ahead of yourself,â Taehyung says, shutting the discussion down before they suggest even more ridiculously hot ideas and before he becomes more and more sure of his sexuality. âIâm not even thinking of running but if I do, Iâll keep that in mind.â
âAnd going back to your ideal woman, though,â Seolhyun quips. Taehyung tries not to grimace. âSounds like you really are looking for a keeper. Can I try my luck? I want a keeper too!â
âYou failed two tests recently and you donât know how to cook,â Jeongguk says before Taehyung can respond. Taehyung flushes, not knowing what to say as he looks at the twins where Jungkook is laughing and Jungkook has a smug look on his face.
Seolhyun scowls at them. âWell he isnât looking for someone perfect, though!â she retorts, pouting. âHe says he wants someone he can get along well with, and can put up with him! I can do that.â
âYou just met him.â Seokjin points out, patting her knee and making Seolhyun sigh
before she takes another shot. âAnd he didnât even laugh at that joke. So sit your ass down and behave. Sorry Tae. Sheâs on a mission to collect pretty boys.â
âItâs okay.â Taehyung tries to smile at Seolhyun. âBut I hope you do find someone, Seol. Someone for real.â
Seolhyun smiles at him, not at all peeved at the rejection. âThanks Tae,â she replies. âBut if you change your mind, though. Call me!
Taehyung laughs and he could hear two people huffing their breath in his side.
âAnyway, enough about me,â he tells the group. âIâm sure weâll get to know each other more in the future. Or at least, I hope that thatâs the case.â
âIt is.â Namjoon grins from across him. Tone warm and welcoming. âPlenty of room for the group, donât worry.â
âAnd we do come as a package deal so itâs not like they have a choice.â Jimin adds with a happy smile.
âI agree!â Hoseok beams, nodding at Taehyungâs direction.
Itâs a simple gesture, but it makes Taehyungâs heart full. Even though Taehyung tended to be friendly, he didnât
really have a lot of friends. Mostly because peopleâ both his church and non-church friends, were intimidated by him since heâs the pastorâs son. Itâs nice to be a part of something, to belong rather than look through boarded windows from the outside.
The night progresses on with friendly conversations. And with Taehyung finding out more about his new found friends. Seokjin, Somi and Seolhyun he finds out are acting majors and have been friends since the three of them were in their first year.
Namjoon is Seokjinâs boyfriend, and is not only the student bodyâs, but the fraternityâs president as well. Hence, Seokjin was kind of an unofficial resident at the house. Yoongi is studying music and is only around the fraternity because of Hoseok, who also joined
the frat last year with the twins.
Laughter bubbles out of them easily as Hoseok goofily recounts his initiation when he joined a frat. Apparently, part of the initiation, or mission as he called it, was him taking a picture of the grumpiest person in the university smiling.
(Spoiler Alert, it was Yoongi)
âI did everything!â Hoseok says enthusiastically. âI tried to paint my face and looked like a clown. I tried making baby sounds at him and tickling him!â
âI almost broke his wrist.â Yoongi smugly adds before he takes a shot.
âHe did!â Hoseok whines. âI thought I was gonna fail but I eventually succeeded at the last minute.â
âHow did you do it?â Taehyung asks.
Yoongi faintly blushes. âHe apologized for acting goofy,â he says.
âAnd he asked him out on a date.â Jimin giggles.
âWerenât you and Hobi hyung together at that time, though?â Jungkook asks, tone curious. Leaning on his thighs to listen attentively. âLike, how did it work out?â
âWell,â Jimin says, pursing his lips as he thinks it through.
âObviously, it was complicated at first. Me and Hobi hyung werenât really together when he met Yoongi hyung. We were just casually flirting back and forth, maybe shared a drunken kiss one time but that was that.â
âBut I was interested!â Hoseok adds hastily, smiling up at Jimin.
âI was just, I donât know. Wasnât sure if you were really into me, Jimin-ah.â
âI was!â Jimin exclaims. âI wasnât sure if you were serious cause all we did was flirt, and then you went out with Yoongi hyung!â
âHow did that play out?â Somi asks. âIâm sure there was a lot of misunderstanding.â
âThere was.â Yoongi sighs, looking over at his boyfriends with a fond smile. âWhen me and Hobi went on our third date, I think? I could tell he was bothered with something so I asked, and
eventually confessed that he also likes someone else.â
âI was avoiding Hobi hyung for days,â Jimin adds. Shooting an apologetic smile in Hoseokâs direction. âBut Yoongi hyung came to visit me and fuck. I was like, âno wonder he likes him better! Heâs hot!â and completely made
a fool of myself!â
âSo how did you figure it out then?â Jeongguk asks, listening attentively.
âMe and Hobi hyung made up, and he confessed his feelings for me,â Jimin says, eyes twinkling. âBut he also confessed that he has feelings for Yoongi hyung too.â
âAnd Yoongi hyung was like, fuck it. Letâs all be in a relationship!â Hoseok cackles. âIt was hard at first because someone was trying to one up the other and shit but we eventually worked it out.â
âYeah, and now weâre here.â Yoongi smiles, putting an arm around Hoseokâs back
and squeezing Jiminâs arm. âIâm their babysitter.â
Everyone laughs at that, while Hoseok and Jimin begin to playfully pinch Yoongi, causing the latter to scoff at them.
âIt sure does sound like one hell of a ride,â Somi tells them, grinning. âI canât imagine being in a relationship like yours. No offense. It sounds like a lot of work.â
âYou donât know the half of it.â Yoongi says lightly.
Taehyung smiles at the three of them.
Thinking how everything seemed to have paid off for them since they genuinely look like theyâre all in a good place now. A place where love seeps out of them abundantly.
He can see it with Yoongiâs patience for the two, which is saying something since Taehyung knows how his two
friends are. He can see it with Hoseokâs kindness for the two, the way heâs so fond and just wants to keep them smiling all the time through his jokes and his positivity. And the way Jimin celebrates the two of them by planning a fan club for Yoongi and supporting his blossoming
career, the way heâd always be there for Hoseokâs dance competitions and parties.
Sure, itâs not really a conventional kind of relationship. It can easily be frowned upon especially at the church, but itâs love. And love is love, after all. It has no rules. No buts or commas.
It just is.
âWell they say love endures all things and you did,â Taehyung simply says. âAs long as you have a lot of that, I donât think youâre all going to fail.â
Jimin beams at him, eyes turning to crescent due to his wide smile while Hoseok flashes him a happy grin.
Yoongi tries to stifle a smile, but he knows thereâs more behind it despite it.
âAnyway,â Taehyung says, checking the time on his wristwatch and seeing that itâs past one oâclock already. âI better head out. I have an early morning tomorrow.â
âLet me walk you back!â Jimin says, standing up but slightly faltering in his steps since heâs already had a couple of drinks.
âCan you even stand?â Namjoon teases, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, watching as Yoongi holds Jiminâs elbow to support him.
âOf course I can!â Jimin says, trying to pry Yoongi hand off. âNow let go Yoongi!â
âItâs okay, Mimi.â Taehyung says, standing up and pushing Jimin to sit down on the couch. âIâm a big boy. I can go back by myself and youâre drunk.â
âJust tipsy!â Jimin whines.
âTipsy, then.â Taehyung grins at him fondly. âSo just stay here. Besides, youâre sleeping here anyway so it isnât safe for you to go back alone.â
âButââ Jimin tries to say.
Jeongguk stands. âIâll walk Tae back.â he says casually, dusting some chips off his pants.
âIâm not drunk.â
âI can go too,â Jungkook adds, finishing his bottle of beer and placing it on the coffee table. âI want to stop by the convenience store to buy some, uh, lube.â
Taehyung clears his throat, ears starting to redden. âItâsâ itâs fine. Iâm okay.â
âAnd didnât you place an order online already for lube and condoms?â Seokjin quirks an eyebrow at them.
Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly as he stands. âWho knows when Iâll need it.â he says, beginning to walk towards the door. âCâmon, letâs go.â
âItâs really okay, Jungkookie.â Taehyung says, walking after him. Not realizing his slip that made a couple of eyebrows raise questioningly. âIâm sure you buy the, uh, lubeââ
âLetâs go.â This time, the order comes from Jeongguk whoâs standing by the door.
âI wanted to take a walk too.â
âBut,â he tries again.
âLetâs go.â the twins say in unison, leaving no room for discussion.
âYou heard them!â Jimin, the traitor, scolds. âGo with them! They can get themselves lost on their way back, I donât care but you need to go back in one piece!â
Taehyung sighs, shoulder sagging as he walks back to the living room to tell their goodbyes.
He gives Jimin and Hoseok a hug, and waves at the rest since heâs still a bit shy. âIt was really nice to meet everyone.â he tells them.
âSame here, Taehyung-ssi!â Seolhyun waves drunkenly. âTake care!â
âSee you around!â Somi smiles. Looking unbothered, thankfully.
âPlease look after those two idiots by the way,â Namjoon says, looking behind the two of them where the twins are standing. âI donât trust them alone together.â
Taehyung chuckles. âIâll do my best.â he smiles.
âIâm sure you can handle them, Tae-ah.â Seokjin says, a smirk at the corner of his lips. âTake care now!â
Taehyung flushes. âThank you.â he bows, before turning to Yoongi. âHe snores really loud when he sleeps drunk.â he points towards Jimin.
âI placed some earplugs in his jacket if you need them.â
Yoongi gracefully shoots him a wide grin, making Hoseok gasp in surprise. âYou made him grin?â he exclaims, sounding betrayed. âIn just a day?â
Yoongi shrugs. âWhat can I say?â he says.
âJiminâs teddy bear has a way of buttering me up. Thanks Tae. Take care going home.â
Taehyung nods at them a final time before following the twins out the door where a cool breeze greets them.
He hears Jungkook say âNo goodbye kisses for me?â behind him followed by a loud chorus of âGet the hell out of here!â from inside the house, making Taehyung giggle.
âTough crowd.â Jungkook comments after he slams the door shut and catches up to him and Jeongguk.
âYou got them wrapped around your finger, though.â
âWell have you taken a look at him?â Jeongguk replies with a roll of his eyes. âYou look beautiful by the way, Tae.â
Jungkook scoffs, looking offended as he looks at his twin.
âOf course I have,â he says. âAnd yes. He is beautiful.â
Beautiful? Taehyung thought. He doesnât know how to react to that certain praise. Sure, heâs been told that heâs handsome or good looking. And sometimes sexy by Jimin.
But beautiful was new and he finds that it flatters him more than the other words heâs heard.
He finds out just then about how much he likes it, and wonders if itâs special because the twins were the first to tell him that.
âThank you,â Taehyung eventually says as the three of them walk along a pavement thatâs lit with street lamps. The light emits a warm glow as the sounds of crickets chirp nearby. âNo one has told me that before.â
âGlad to be the first one to say that.â Jeongguk says, a smug look on his face.
Jungkook snorts. âI thought of it first when I saw him at the ring.â
Jeongguk snorts. âDid not.â
âDid too.â
âDid not.â
âDidââ Jungkook tries to continue before Taehyung scoffs at the two of them.
âWhat are you two? Five years old?â he scolds lightly yet secretly amused as they turn a corner where the roads lead towards the dormitory buildings. âActually, youâre worse. Iâd rather look after five year olds.â
âWatch it,â Jungkook threatens lightly. âWeâre older than you. Iâm offended you havenât called me hyung before.â
Taehyung flushes. âWell, you never said that I could call you that.â he mumbles.
âWell you called me Jungkookie back there and you didnât ask if you were allowed to call me that.â Jungkook retorts lightly.
Jeongguk hums from beside him. âYou called me Jeonggukkie too.â he points out, looking at Taehyung. âBut by all means, keep on doing it. I kinda like it.â
âSame.â Jungkook grins as their footsteps echo, copying the sound of the thump of Taehyungâs heartbeat.
âThen why did you have to argue that case if you liked it anyways.â Taehyung mumbles, bottom lip jutting out.
âCause you look cute when youâre whining, Tae.â Jeongguk teases with a boyish laugh, bumping his shoulder against him, making him stumble against Jungkook.
âYouâre both bullies.â he comments with a roll of his eyes.
âNah, youâre just easy to fluster,â Jungkook says. âI keep tabs on the number of times Iâve made you blush the past few days and itâs a lot.â
âEspecially during our fight back at the warehouse.â Jeongguk snickers. âDid you enjoy the show that much?â
Taehyung wants nothing. -
/Absolutely nothing/ but the earth to open up and swallow him whole, then take him directly to hell at the thought that his attempts in hiding the heat on his cheeks were futile.
And even with that thought in mind, his cheeks betray him and turn scarlet in embarrassment.
He feels fingers carding through his hair, messing up his hair and the sound of twin laughter. Making him shove both of them with his elbows and huff out a breath. âYouâre both terrible.â he mumbles shyly, walking ahead of them to try and control the buns from flushing.
The twins catch up to him easily, not even out of breath and walking beside him. âHey! Wait up.â Jungkook says with a grin, placing an arm around his shoulder. It doesnât help the case of his flustered cheeks at all, thanks.
âHobi hyung is right. You are kind of a brat,â he teases as the three of them enter Taehyungâs dorm building and head towards the lift.
âWell, you two were teasing me,â Taehyung whines as the elevator door opens and the three of them head inside together.
âAnd I was blushâ It was just my allergies. Thatâs all!â
The two of them hum with devilish smiles on their faces that Taehyung badly wants to wipe away with the holy water he has in his dorm. (He might)
The lift takes them up to his and Jiminâs floor where their dorm is located and they walk a couple steps until they stop by the door, Taehyung turns to look at them. Attempting a threatening look, even though he knows that he kind of looks as intimidating as a kitten.
âWell, Iâm home safe now. Thank you for walking me home. Bye!â he says hastily, turning around to grab his keys from his pockets and slotting it inside the lock before pushing the door open. Taehyung crosses the threshold and he could sense
them attempt to follow him inside, but he turns around instantly and attempts to shut the door.
The twins laugh at him once again. His pout becomes bigger. âWhat do you want!â he whines, still pushing the door but he knows heâs no match for two muscled twins. âGo home now!â
âOh come on, Tae,â Jeongguk says, placing a foot in between the door and the doorway to prevent him from closing it. âIs that how you treat your hyungs?â
Taehyung clicks his tongue at him and eventually relents from pushing since it was no use and enters the dorm,
leaving the door open. He sits on his bed, crossing his arms as he watches the twins look around the room. Still with that teasing glint in their eyes.
âAren't you supposed to buyâ what was it? Lube at the store?â Taehyung says, frowning at the two.
Jungkook shrugs. âItâs not like I need it that bad,â he mumbles. âIâm not really with anyone right now. I just said that as an excuse to walk you home.â
Taehyung, again, blushes.
But heâs also reminded of what he heard at the warehouse about Jungkook texting somebody, and Jeonggukâs recent break up. He canât help but be more curious than flustered now since they brought it up, and since they were already there. Taehyung decides to broach the subject.
He hums, watching as Jeongguk sits on Jiminâs bed while Jungkook leans on the wall beside his study table, hands inside his shortsâ pockets as he looks at Taehyung. âYeah well, I meant to ask you something.â he starts to say, tone changing to a more careful one.
âSure,â Jungkook says. âWe kind of wanted to ask you something too but you go first.â
âWhat?â
âYou go first.â Jeongguk says, leaning his weight on his arms.
Taehyung licks his lips as he tries to recall the details of what heâs heard before the match started.
Feeling kind of a bit hesitant since Jeongguk and Jungkook owe him nothing. But then again, Taehyung wants to be honest and he wants to drive the monsters known as jealousy and doubt away, and he knows only the twins could help him do that.
âSo, I- I kind of heard a couple things from Seolhyun and the others back at the warehouse,â he starts slowly. âAnd you owe me nothing. I know that, but I do want to hear things directly from you two before I start blowing things out of proportion in my head.â
âOkay sure. Ask away,â Jungkook replies, putting a serious face on as he and his twin give Taehyung their full attention.
Taehyung nods. âSo I kind of found out from Seol and Som that you were kinda seeing someone right now,â he says, looking at Jungkook.
âAnd that you recently just got out of a serious relationship.â he looks at Jeongguk.
âI know I said weâre all friends, but I can't help but think if thereâs some kind of other thing thatâs going on between us.
Cause thatâs what it feels like to me because of all the, uh, flirting and I donât know, the sweet gestures,â Taehyung says, using all his bravery to let all his thoughts out. âI know weâve just met and I could be reading things wrongââ
âYouâre not,â Jeongguk cuts him, no flash of playfulness in his eyes and listening to him intently. âWe know youâre not dumb, Tae. We know you get the message.â
âRight.â he replies, unable to know how to feel after that admission.
Of course, thereâs still an internal battle going on inside of him since this is pretty new to him, but above everything else, he also feels fluttery. A bit swooned if heâs being honest. But he tries not to focus on that. Not yet, at least.
And tries to stay in topic to drive the other doubts that were cornering him to one side.
âAnd well, I just donât want to be that person in the middle of everything, you know?â he tells them, hugging himself as a defense mechanism.
âI donât want to come in between something that youâre either trying to heal from or start with somebody else.â
Silence fills the room as the twins look at each other as if theyâre tapping into their twin telepathy. Taehyung waits with bated breaths as he looks in between
the two until Jungkook sighs and walks over to him and sits beside him.
âYouâre not getting in between me or someone else, Tae.â he tells him gently. Tone oozing with honesty and reassurance.
âI know I kind of have a reputation or whatever, but I hope you see past that and know that Iâm not the type to lead anybody on.â
Taehyung nods, comforted as he takes in Jungkookâs words.
âAnd I did get out of a relationship. Thatâs right.â Jeongguk says next,
looking at him intensely. âBut it was so long ago and Iâve moved on. The girl I was last seeing is already with someone else. We broke up because, well, like you said earlier back at the house; I was looking for someone that I saw a future with, and I guess, I didnât see
that with my ex. Not anymore at least, and she felt the same.â
Taehyung shoots them an appreciative smile. âThank you for your honesty.â he tells them. âIâm not really the type to allow things like these to get the best of me so I do appreciate you two for clearing that out.â
Jeongguk, on the other hand, is biting his lips. Looking deep in thought before he inhales a deep breath and looks at Taehyung, trying to look open. âCan I ask for your honesty too, Tae?â he starts.
âYou donât have to have an answer since that could be the answer as well, but since weâre talking about it. I just wanted to knowâŚâ he trails off, looking at Jungkook for support.
âWell, we were kind of wondering if there might be a slim chance of youâre maybe into one of us the way weâre both kind of into you.â Jungkook tells him bluntly but with gentleness.
âDonât get us wrong, weâre not forcing you to be something youâre not and these last couple of days may have confused you, so we kind of wanted to know what your boundaries are. If itâs getting a little too much or if weâre pushing you too far.â
Taehyung feels soft at that. He feels incredibly smitten by the twinsâ thoughtfulness and is blown away by treating his crisis delicately. He knows part of their doubts are coming from him too, because although most of the flirting came from their end,
Taehyung didnât really do anything to stop them. Itâs understandable to be confused, to want to know where you stand and where to go next.
And he isnât exactly laying out the map because heâs hiding it. Still slightly in denial and afraid to accept that part of him.
But as he sits there with Jeongguk and Jungkook, just the three of them in their own little world. Away from prying eyes and ears, Taehyung becomes a little braver. A little more accepting of himself.
Itâs still a scary thing to come to terms with, yes.
Itâs still so fresh and new, but he manages to muster his courage and places a foot out of his cage.
âYouâre not pushing me to do things I donât want to do,â he admits slowly, swallowing the lump stuck on his throat.
âI- Everything is still so new to me and I was raised to think things a little traditionally, so although it does make me feel a little weird, itâs not something that I want to shy away from. Not anymore, at least.â
He sees growing smiles appear on the twins' faces.
Hope shimmering around their irises as they take that information in. And as much as Taehyung wants to keep the shine there, he doesnât want to overwater that seed that he just planted. And he feels that the twins should know that too.
âBut again,â he says hastily, looking down at his lap. âItâs still new. Iâm still kind of figuring things out myself, so I donât know yet for sure. But maybe? Maybe we could just take things slow until I do.â
âHey,â Jungkook says, tapping his knee and
making Taehyung look at him shyly. âYou can set the pace while you figure it out, but just tell us when the waves get too rough. Okay?â
âOkay.â Taehyung smiles, feeling some of the baggage on his shoulders fall on the floor.
âYouâre not alone in this anymore, Tae.â Jeongguk adds, gentle and careful. âAnd you shouldnât be ashamed or afraid, or at least, not to us. You know we wonât judge you.â
âYeah, Iâ I guess Iâm not anymore.â Taehyung replies. Still reeling over the fact that he kind of let someone, or ratherâ someones, in the enclosed space that heâs been hiding in for the past few days. It feels a bit freeing to tell someone, and to have someone who understands.
Whoâs patient and kind and gentle.
âSo where do we go from here then?â Jungkook asks, letting out a breath of relief and half-laying down on Taehyungâs single bed to ease the tension that was filling the room. âItâs your call, maknae.â
Taehyung rolls his eyes at the other.
Honestly he has no idea what the next step is, thereâs still so much that he has to know about the whole being gay and being with someone.
But Taehyung has a gut feeling that the twins will help him along the way.
(Spoiler alert: his gut feelings never fail)
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Now that Taehyung has kind of accepted that heâs gay and has voiced it to someone other than himself, he oddly feels like heâs walking around town with a rainbow flag tied around his neck like a cape, and is wearing a shirt that says âLove is Love!â
with a drawing of a gay couple kissing on it.
He canât explain why but being gay feels more real after he told someone. Like itâs irrefutable and more cemented now. It feels like heâs holding some type of ticking bomb that can set off anytime, only when it explodes itâll
announce to the world that heâs gay and everything is going to change. For the good or the bad, Taehyung doesnât know, but heâs in no rush to find out.
After that night with the twins, the high and fluttery feeling after admitting that heâs not opposed to them pursuing him
instantly dropped and it felt like he was coming down from a sugar high. From happy and giddy to panicked and anxious.
And the worst part about it is that he has no one to freak out with.
Sure, the twins are there and Taehyung knows that theyâd be willing to listen to him
and reassure that thereâs nothing to be scared of. They made it clear that night that they wonât judge him, after all.
But he canât exactly go to them and tell them that heâs having a mini panic attack /because of them./
Heâs already embarrassed himself a lot, thanks, so no thanks.
After Taehyung cleared things out with the twins that evening and agreed to take it slow, Jeongguk and Jungkook asked Taehyung through separate texts if heâd be willing to go out on a date. Something that made
Taehyungâs heart skip a beat and stop at the same time since one: itâs the twins. His gay awakening. Of course his heart would skip a freaking beat.
But then again, he doesnât know how to feel about going out with them at the same time separately because â theyâre brothers.
/Twin/ brothers and the last thing he wants is to come in between them. So heâs very conflicted.
Discovering that heâs gay was already one thing heâs having a hard time dealing with. So being asked out by two men, twin brothers, was just the strawberry on top.
And everytime he thinks of having to pick one, he gets a bad headache.
Because for one, both Jeongguk and Jungkook are nothing short of perfect. His ideal type, his head suffices. Though they may be different in terms of Jungkook being more forward and flirty
while Jeongguk is more subtle yet romantic, they both make him feel happy. Theyâre both caring and considerate, and they just understand him in more ways than one.
Taehyung tried to not-so-subtly change the subject after each of them asked him out, something both the twins
went with since, again, theyâre considerate and they respect his decision to take things slow. Something that conflicts Taehyung more than comfort him.
Which leads back to his dilemma of not having anyone to help him in his journey of being a newly gay person.
Heâs been thinking of coming out to Jimin, and let him in on his big secret. But heâs holding back because so much has already changed in Taehyungâs life in the course of a week and he badly wants one thing to stay the same. Try to keep some parts of his life the same.
And for some reason, and although he knows Jimin wonât think less of him, coming out to someone youâve known since for a long time is harder than telling someone youâve known for a while.
So he holds off. At least for the meantime, he tells himself.
Your own pace, the sound of Jungkookâs voice enters his head that never fails to make him calmer.
Sunday service was a drag today.
Taehyung normally listens intently in every service, but today he wasnât as attentive. He blames it on the fact that he stayed up later than intended, overthinking everything, thus resulting in him only getting an hour of sleep.
He tried his best to stifle his yawns and keep his eyes open, but even with his best attempts in hiding it, his mother caught on and elbowed him a few times during the service. Scolding him under her breath when he failed to react with the usual âAmenâ when
the pastorâ his father, would ask the congregation a question or when he didnât sing the worship songs as loud as usual.
Thankfully, he was able to stay awake until the end of the service and his mother didnât mention his lack of enthusiasm afterwards.
Though, he has a feeling that sheâll bring it up later. Something he wasnât looking forward to, but oh well, consequences.
Taehyung and his family are currently at a diner having brunch. Itâs a ritual that they do after church as a way for them to bond and catch up with
whatâs happening to each otherâs lives. Itâs usually the same conversation on repeat since nothing really exciting happens to them, but after his recent new discovery, Taehyung canât help but feel a little anxious in their presence.
Heâs been focused on eating his pancakes, listening to his parents converse about renovating their spare room back at home to a new home office.
Aside from being the head of the church, his father is also into real estate, buying old houses for cheap prices and remodeling them
so he could sell them at market value price. While his mother was an ER nurse who works at the local hospital, and is mainly the head of taking care of the churchâs fundraising events and charities.
Taehyung is trying not to draw attention to himself as much as possible, not too
excited about the fact that he may possibly lie to them. Lying wasnât his greatest forte and usually his parents see right through his lies, so itâs a bit nerve wracking to say the least.
âHowâs uni, Taehyung-ah?â his father asks from across from him, holding up a cup of coffee
in his hands and quirking an eyebrow at him questioningly. Taehyung looks up at him, bracing himself and hoping he doesnât look guilty of anything. âYou didnât call us a lot this week. You got us worried a bit.â
âSorry Appa.â he smiles at him apologetically, cutting his pancakes
with his fork and knife with clenched fists. âI had so much homework last week, plus I was busy handing out flyers for the fundraiser weâre having by the end of the month.â
Taehyungâs mother hums at him approvingly. âHowâs that going by the way?â she asks, looking at him.
âHas anyone signed up yet?â
âYes.â Taehyung grins, happy to share some good news. âWe already filled up all fifteen slots. All thatâs left is to sell some tickets for the show and weâre good to go.â
His mother beams. âThatâs great!â she says.
âI spoke to the school head already and they agreed to reserve the auditorium for the talent show.â
âThanks Eomma,â he replies with a smile. âIâll let our stage director know so she can schedule rehearsals before then and set up the stage.â
âSounds good, honey, let me know if you need extra help. Okay?â his mother says, making Taehyung nod at her in understanding.
âAnd what about school?â his father asks next. âAre your grades doing okay?â
âAll good,â Taehyung answers with a smile. If he were a bit more cocky heâd
brag about making it to the deanâs list, but he isnât. And quite frankly, his parents wonât really bat an eye since itâs already expected from him. âBut I think I gotta study harder for one of my classes. My last test came back with just a passing score.â he tells them honestly.
Taehyungâs mother frowns. âWhy?â she asks. âDidnât you study for it beforehand?â
Taehyungâs lips twitch. He actually did study hard but it proved to be difficult since one, the class was a bit challenging and his professor wasnât exactly the most helpful and two, his passions
didnât lay on his major.
He wasnât going to tell her that, of course.
âI did.â he sighs. âIt was just a bit hard. Thatâs all.â
âWell Iâm sure youâll do better if you commit to it more.â his father says as he cuts his bacon. Tone bleak.
âTry to study more on the weekends, Taehyung. You donât have classes then, right?â
He doesnât, but it's the only time in the week he could actually catch up on sleep and be a lazy human being since Sundays were reserved for church and he had a full week of class, but again,
like the perfect kid, he bites his tongue and nods. âI will.â he mumbles.
âThatâs a good boy.â his mother smiles at him gently.
Taehyung tries to make the smile on his face look like an actual smile rather than a grimace.
Donât get him wrong, his relationship with his parents are good. Sure, they were strict and had the tendency to micromanage him, but Taehyung knows that it comes from a place of concern; that they only want whatâs best for him.
But whatâs best for him is not exactly what Taehyung wants, and as much as he wants to tell them how he feels, he knows his concerns will fall on deaf ears and he will just end up getting a private preaching from his mother and father, so he has stopped bothering to do so.
âHowâs Jimin, by the way?â his father asks. âI didnât see him in service today. Last week too.â
Thatâs because heâs probably cuddled in bed with his boyfriends, he thought. âHeâs good,â Taehyung replies, avoiding their eyes as he eats a slice of his pancakes.
âHeâs just a bit busy, thatâs all, Appa.â
His mother sighs disappointedly. âYou canât be too busy for God,â she comments. âSunday is reserved for praise and worship.â
Oh, heâs praising and worshiping something alright. But Taehyung settles in chewing his food as slow as he can.
âTell him to come next week,â his father says firmly. âHe canât miss three services in a row, otherwise Iâll have to talk to his father.â
âI will,â he answers. Lips pulled into a line. Hoping Jimin got back from the frat house already so he could give him a headâs up.
âIf not then I think it would be best to find another company.â his mother adds before she takes a sip of her orange juice. Tone final, making Taehyungâs tummy churn in discomfort as he looks at them. âThe reason why we even allowed you to attend his uni was because of him.
But it looks like heâs being influenced there.â
âAre you influenced?â his father raises an eyebrow. âItâs not too late to transfer you if everââ
âNo Appa,â Taehyung cuts him off instantly. âJimin is just busy. His major requires a lot of practical stuff, so heâs been working
hard to practice everyday but Iâll tell him to come to church next week. I promise.â
It wasnât exactly a lie. Jimin is busy with school, among other things. Aside from his relationship, heâs working on a routine for one of his classes
and the routine heâs going to perform at the talent show.
His father hums at him, busy chewing on his food.
Thankfully, Taehyung is saved from that conversation since one of their churchmates arrives and stops by their table to greet them, making them pause their breakfast
to stand and bow at them with a smile.
âPastor Kim,â One of their longtime church members, Bae Jongsuk, greets them with a friendly nod. Along with his wife and daughter. âTodayâs service was lovely.â
Taehyungâs father shoots them his signature pastor smile. âTheyâre Godâs words not mine,â he replies. Referring to his preaching earlier about conquering some guy defeating a giant. Something Taehyung ironically related to.
âHowâs the bakery doing, Jongsuk? I hope all is well.â his father asks. âWe havenât had the chance to visit lately. I apologize.â
âOh, itâs allâs good, Pastor. No need to apologize and thank you for asking,â the wife replies, before looking over at Taehyung
and smiling at him warmly. âHi Taehyung-ssi, how are you? I heard you started studying at SNU!â
âYes, I did, Mrs. Bae,â Taehyung replies politely. âI started about two months ago and have been staying at the dorms. Itâs why I havenât been that active in the churchâs youth club.â
âItâs fine, dear.â Mrs. Bae replies with a wave of her hand. âSuji has been doing a good job taking over your post as the youth leader.â
She turns to look at her daughter, Suji. Another one of Taehyungâs acquaintances at church. Sheâs around his age, a few inches shorter than
him with long black hair falling until her midsection thatâs tied in a low ponytail, wearing jeans and a sweater.
She isnât exactly a friend like Jimin. But Taehyung could say that they were a bit close since they both used to lead the youth clubâs events, with her leading the
girls and Taehyung leading the guys. He could say their relationship is more professional than anything else.
He wishes itâs the same for her, though. Since he caught her a handful of times looking at him when she thinks he wasnât looking and sense some of her touches
lingering longer than usual. And thinking about it, from everyone elseâs point of view, it looks as though that they can be the perfect couple. The churchâs youth leaders ending up together, that is.
But Taehyung has never felt that way for her.
Sure, sheâs pretty and kind and is the type of person that his parents would want him to be with. And admittedly, he tried to see if he could feel the same for her, and went out to get coffee once after their youth meetings to see if there was a spark somewhere,
but the only spark he felt when he went out with her was the spark of energy since she bought him an espresso, instead of his usual strawberry frappuccino so he never tried again afterwards since he didnât want to lead her on.
âIâm sure Suji-ssi is doing a great job.â Taehyung beams at Suji with a friendly smile. âHow is it by the way?â
Suji gives him a smile. âLike what Eomma said, itâs been good,â she says. âAll the youth leaders are planning to go on a hike soon though. If youâre interested?â
Taehyung was just opening his mouth to decline. Again, not wanting to lead her on since thereâs a twinkle in her eyes that tells him something else. Plus, heâs busy at school on top of his extracurricular activities.
But before he can utter a word out, his mother replies, âHeâll be there.â for him. Tone final and like Taehyung has no choice. He only swallows his sigh and smiles at her.
Suji seems elated, a grin spreading out of her face. âOkay!â she says eagerly.
âIâll register your name then and Iâll text you all the details!â
âThank you, Suji.â Taehyung replies, trying to sound chipper.
âAnyway,â Jongsuk says, looking at them. âWe wonât take much of your time anymore, Pastor.
Again, thank you for the lovely service and have a great rest of your Sunday!â
They say their goodbyes as well, and once the Baes were seated on their table a distance away and Taehyung and his family are back to finishing their breakfast, his mother looks at him intently.
âSuji is nice, donât you think so, Taehyung-ah?â she asks.
Taehyungâs lips extend to a line. âYeah, she is.â he replies, tone blank. Trying to get her to understand that he isnât interested in whatever it is that she has planned.
âI heard sheâs studying architecture and is the top of her class too,â his father adds, tone suggestive. âSeems like a good catch. Why donât you try and go out on a date with her, son?â
Cause Iâm not interested in her. Or any âhersâ for that matter, he thinks. But holds it in. Feeling more uncomfortable by the second as he finishes his pancakes and waits for his parents to finish their food so he could leave and go back to the dorm.
âI- I donât know,â he mumbles. âI donât really like her that way, Appa.â
âNonsense.â his mother clicks her tongue at him. âIâm sure youâll learn to like her over time, Taehyung-ah. Love takes time to develop after all.â
Although his mother does raise a good point, he canât help but disagree a bit because he remembers that first night he met both Jeongguk and Jungkook, and feeling sparks explode like a firework show on a New Yearâs eve when he laid eyes on both of them.
And itâs only been a week of them getting to know each other, but it feels so much longer. Like they know him in the way Jimin does, and thatâs saying a lot since Jimin (kind of) knows everything about him.
To him, love is something that comes naturally and grows by itself through actions and words.
If only his parents thought the same.
âIâll think about it, Eomma,â Taehyung replies.
âGo on that hike then,â his father says, finishing the last of his breakfast and leaning back on his chair. âTry to get to know her and ask her out properly afterwards. Okay?â
Taehyung looks at him, feeling a bit helpless. Feeling himself getting sucked in his cage and chained on the leg. He canât help but think that itâs all unfair, that even choosing someoneâ whether a boy or a girl - wasn't his choice to make.
That love, to them, was all about appearances and reputations rather than a thing thatâs felt mutually by both parties.
He doesnât even know heâs holding his breath and only realizes it when he sucked up a breath and exhaled, more out of defeat than anything else,
before he replies with an, âOkay, Appa.â that makes both his parents hum in content.
âI should get going back,â Taehyung says once the bill is paid, standing up from his seat and attempting a smile. âI still have to review and do homework.â
âWant us to drive you back?â his mother asks, also standing and grabbing her purse so the three of them could head out of the diner together.
Taehyung shakes his head at them, wanting to be alone. To escape.
âNo need,â he replies. âItâs out of your way and I have to stop by the store to buy some school supplies.â
âAlright then,â his mother says. Stopping by the pavement next to their car and kissing Taehyung on the cheek as goodbye. âSee you next week, darling. Please take care.â
âI will, Eomma. You too.â he replies, feeling more relieved, though thereâs a lump stuck on his throat.
âCall us more often, son.â his father says, shaking his hand. âLove you.â
âLove you too.â he mumbles before they go their separate ways.
Taehyung wishes he can separate from the feeling of helplessness too. Try to go back to that world he made up where heâs free to do whatever he wants, love whoever he chooses with no repercussions but the more steps he takes, the more and more he feels burdened by everything.
He wishes he can live in that world instead of pretend to. Pretend heâs happy and free, but he canât. Not really.
He stops by the store along his way back to the dorms, picking up some stuff he needs for class and thinking of the things he could study for that day
as a way to distract himself from everything else thatâs causing his shoulders to sag.
But then he hears the sound of familiar voices. Voices he associated with safety, albeit these voices were bickering as normal.
But despite that, it doesnât fail to make Taehyungâs lips twitch to a small smile.
He walks over to the next aisle and finds the twins there, arguing. Jungkook is holding up two notebooks in his hands while Jeongguk was standing next to him with his hands inside his sweatpantsâ
pockets. Both sporting black bucket hats, with Jeongguk wearing a black shirt and Jungkook a white one, only the latter was wearing some shorts.
âThis is cheaper,â Jungkook was saying, eyes on the notebooks. âBut I like this design better.â
âJust pick one already!â Jeongguk whines, eyebrows scrunching. âIt serves the same purpose for fuckâs sake!â
âWait, look at this one that has that favorite anime we like.â Jungkook picks up a notebook that has the characters of the anime haikyuu printed on the cover. âSweet!â
Taehyung giggles at that, causing both twins to look in his direction.
âTae!â Jeongguk says, the scrunch on his eyebrows fading and being replaced with a bright smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat do you think, dumbass?â Jungkook says as the two of them approach him, bringing the notebooks with him. âHeâs buying supplies just like everyone else.â
Jeongguk rolls his eyes at him as they stop next to him.
âDo you two ever stop fighting?â Taehyung asks, amused.
âNo.â the twins said at once, making Taehyung grin.
âWell, at least you agree on one thing.â Taehyung says, looking at the notebooks that Jungkook has on his hands and pointing a finger at the haikyuu one. âIf you want my opinion, I like this one.â
Jungkook throws the other two notebooks at a nearby shelf instantly. âDone.â he says with a grin, making Taehyung feel giddy inside.
âI thought you were in church today?â Jeongguk asks conversationally.
âI was,â Taehyung says with a stiff smile.
Something that made Jeonggukâs pierced eyebrows raise. âIâm just going back to the dorms. Service is finished.â
âDoes church usually last four hours?â Jungkook asks, genuinely curious.
Taehyung chuckles at him lightly. âUh no,â he says.
âI had breakfast with my parents at a place nearby. It only usually lasts for two hours at the most.â
For the twinsâ benefit, they tried to stifle their grimace. Itâs pretty evident that the idea of being stuck in an enclosed space filled with religious
(and most likely, homophobic) people wasnât an ideal thought for them. For most people, actually, so he understands.
And the expression on their faces was just so comical, itâs enough to make Taehyung laugh.
Something that was usually hard to do after he spends time with his parents.
âNo need to pretend you like it,â Taehyung says, smile still in place. âItâs not for everyone.â
âJust trying to be polite,â Jeongguk says, carding his fingers through his hair as he lifts his bucket hat to tuck it back in. âI know thatâs important to you.â
Taehyung bites his lips, attempting to control his growing smile. âThanks, but you donât really have to,â he says.
âCourse we do,â Jungkook replies. âIf it means something to you then we respect it. Easy as that.â
God, Taehyung thinks. How he wishes everyone were like the twins who accepts things without reason, whoâs considerate and just makes everything easy.
He canât help but think back to what happened at the diner. About being forced to do things against his wishes and to succumb to what his parents think is right for him.
Taehyung didn't realize that his smile dropped and he was starting to frown
until Jeongguk reached a finger to soothe the lines that were appearing on his forehead. âYou okay?â he asks, gentle and careful.
Taehyung shakes his head. âYeah, sorry.â he clears his throat, trying to get himself together. âI spaced out there for a second. But yeah, thank you
for being considerate. I- yeah. Thanks.â
The twins frown, seemingly able to catch on to what heâs feeling.
Itâs funny, Taehyung thinks. Theyâre the twins but he feels like heâs also connected to them since they seem to be in tune with what heâs feeling and thinking without
the need of words.
âYou donât have to thank us, Tae.â Jeongguk says, ruffling his hair lightly. âItâs nothing.â
âTrust me, itâs something to me.â he replies, tone mixed with a bit of sadness.
âWhy? Something happened?â Jungkook asks, eyebrows scrunched. âWant me to beat somebody up?â
Taehyung snorts at him fondly. âI donât condone violence,â he scolds lightly. âAnd itâs nothing to worry about, really. Breakfast with my parents was just⌠just a lot, I guess.â
Jeongguk hums at him thoughtfully, nodding his head. âI can only imagine,â he replies. âSorry to hear, Tae.â
He only smiles at him gratefully, shifting in his feet as he looks at the twins. âUh anyway,â he says, scratching his neck.
âI guess I should leave you to it, then? Sorry. I heard you from the other aisle. I didnât mean to intrude andââ
âNah, we just stopped by to grab this notebook.â Jungkook wiggles the notebook in his hand. âYouâre never intruding. Youâre welcome to pop out of nowhere anytime.â
âAnd speaking of popping out of nowhere,â Jeongguk adds, looking at Taehyung. âYou doing something after this?â
âJust gonna do some advance reading for my classes next week,â he replies, quirking an eyebrow up. âWhy?â
Jeongguk and Jungkook look at each other, exchanging a quick telepathic message before looking back at Taehyung.
âWell,â Jungkook starts. âYou just seem a bit down.â
âAnd we were on our way to the park to chill and maybe buy a corndog.â Jeongguk continues.
âOh,â Taehyung says slowly, trying not to think too much of it and get slightly excited. âOkay, sounds nice.â
Jungkook grins at him. âAnd we were wonderingââ
âIf you want to come with?â Jeongguk finishes, matching his twinâs smile.
Taehyung bites his lip, trying (and failing) to keep himself from smiling back at them widely. But then, heâs reminded of that supposed date that heâs supposed to go on with Sujiâ the date his parents want him to go on, on top of that hike.
He wants to say yes. He wants to fuck it all and just go with what he wants. Wants it to be as easy as the twins make it out to be. But the chains were still in place, preventing him from uttering the words out.
Luckily, the twins have the key.
âJust a quick breather, Tae.â Jungkook smiles, gentle and kind.
Taehyung exhales. âFine.â he nods, making the twins smile. âIâll go.â
âYouâre riding with me!â Jeongguk says happily as the three of them head to check out their purchases, making Taehyung scrunch his eyebrows.
âLike fuck he is.â Jungkook snorts as he pays for his notebook, opting out of the paper bag and just taking the receipt before Taehyung pays for his own things.
âWhat do you mean Iâm riding with you?â he asks, dropping the pads of paper on the counter and letting the
woman ring him up, before he pays them with his card. âDo you mean the bus?â
Jungkook smirks. âYouâll see.â
Taehyung only looks at them with a puzzled look as he gets his purchases and follows them outside the door, to where his question is answered with his jaw slackening open as he sees two motorcyclesâ Harley Davidson motorcycles parked next to the curb.
Jesus Christ, he thinks.
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additional tags:
- mention of minor character death
- manipulative relationship (not between tk)
- hurt/comfort
- light angst
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Riding on a Harley was an experience that Taehyung didnât think that heâd actually quite enjoy.
At first he was hesitant in riding one since his mother never missed to tell him how motorcycles are death traps and that he shouldnât ever ride one unless he wanted a
trip to the hospital, or worse: the morgue, so he never attempted to.
But after some coaxing and some reassurance, Taehyung eventually agreed to ride one. Making the twins promise to stick to the speed limit or below it, to which they agreed to with twin pouts on their lips.
And after a game of rock paper scissors between the twins, Taehyung ended up riding with Jeongguk first since he won, and Jungkook will take him later when they go back to the dorms. Something they both bickered about for five whole minutes, by the way, since Jeongguk kept
insisting that since he won, he should be the one to give Taehyung the ride going and returning, but eventually caved Taehyung promised to study with him on Tuesday instead. (Something that made Jungkook whine, therefore making Taehyung promise to study with him too on Wednesday)
The sound of the motorcycleâs roar made Taehyungâs heart jump along with the vibrations he felt underneath his thighs as Jeongguk waited for the engine to heat up. Taehyung found himself clinging onto Jeonggukâs sides already even though they havenât moved yet
since the whirring noises made him nervous, but when Jeongguk kicked off and rode alongside Jungkook, both following the speed limit as promised, Taehyung started to feel less nervous and more at ease since it was evident that Jeongguk knew how to work the motorcycle well
due to how easily he was able to zip past traffic and turn along the curb flawlessly.
At some point during the ride to the park, Jeongguk kicked up speed to catch up with Jungkook who was ahead of them, making Taehyung hug his body tighter and scold him into slowing down
albeit he was laughing as he said it.
To Taehyung, it kind of felt like riding an ordinary bike. Only it was faster and louder, and only air separated them from the other vehicles that drove past them.
It felt liberating and like he was rebelling in a way, if soft breezes brushing his hair and the sunshine on his nape was what rebellion felt like; That, along with Jeongguk looking over his shoulder during traffic to check on him
and Jungkook grinning at him through his helmet while revving his bike loudly to tease Taehyung.
It feels so blissful. Freeing. He thought taking a step out of his cage to indulge himself to something as simple as riding a motorcycle would scare him, but it didnât. Not really.
The only thing that really scares him is his mother finding out but everything else was good
The breeze hitting his face is good, the steady speed of the motorcycle is good, the feeling of choosing to do this for himself despite his fears is good. And the company? Even better.
They arrived at Hangang Park a few minutes later where a lot of people were bustling the area. Food stalls were around every corner of the park as well as tiny shops that sold souvenirs for tourists. The playground was packed with children since it was a weekend with their
parents watching closeby, and overall, it proved to be a better distraction than the advanced studying that Taehyung initially planned to do.
He and the twins settled on sitting on one of the benches beside the river with the twins eating their corndog and Taehyung sipping
on a strawberry shake that they got for him. âHow did you know that I like strawberries?â Taehyung had asked, to which they only responded with a smug smile.
Honestly, the twins have never failed to surprise him.
Itâs honestly romantic of them to try and get to know him through other people if they arenât together. It makes him feel special, and even though the gesture is small, itâs still so big for him. It makes his heart grow two sizes bigger, enough to keep two people there.
If only Taehyung could make it grow five times bigger to give the people inside (namely, the twins) enough space to fight since theyâve been doing that ever since they hopped off their motorcycles, he thought with a sigh.
âWhat are you? A kid?â Jeongguk complains from his right, looking over at Jungkook who has mustard all over his lips after taking a bite of his corndog. âClean your face! You look like a clown.â
Jungkook scoffs, cheeks bulging since he was still chewing. âGuess who looks like me?â he retorts, making his twin roll his eyes at him and Taehyung to chuckle as he gets some napkins from his lap and wipes Jungkookâs face with it, causing the latter to smile.
âHeâs right,â Taehyung says as he wipes Jungkookâs lips. âYouâre like a baby.â
âAs long as Iâm your baby, then itâs fine,â Jungkook replies, making Taehyungâs cheeks heat and Jeongguk to snort.
âYouâre so lame,â Jeongguk comments, throwing a balled napkin at him.
âDo you honestly think that Tae is gonna fall for that?â
âWell heâs blushing, ainât he?â Jungkook retorts, throwing the napkin back at him.
Taehyung, whoâs sitting in the middle of them, just sighs as he drinks his shake.
Shaking his head at them, though again, itâs flattering that the twins are trying to fight for his attention when his eyes are only on them.
âStop,â Taehyung says, holding up a hand between them to stop them once again from fighting.
He kind of understands now what Yoongi meant when he said he was Hoseok and Jiminâs babysitter since heâs Jungkook and Jeonggukâs. âCanât we all just get along for one day and enjoy the Sunday together?â
âHard to when youâre with a guy like him!â
âHard to when youâre with a guy that looks like you only uglier!â
Taehyung sighs and shoots them an unimpressed look.
âSorry.â the both of them echo, causing Taehyung to snort.
âAnyway,â he says, trying to change the subject to keep the peace between the two. âI didnât know that the two of you were loaded.â
âLoaded? Who? Us?â Jungkook scoffs lightly. âPlease, the only thing weâre loaded with are muscles.â
Taehyung rolls his eyes. But he makes a good point about the muscles. âThen how did you get those Harleys?â he asks, trying to stay on topic. âI donât know a lot about motorcycles but I know those are expensive, and you both have one of them.â
âOur dad owns a garage,â Jeongguk explains before taking a bite of his corndog. âItâs not big or anything but a lot of his regulars are from this bike gang that only rides Harleys.â
âYeah.â Jungkook nods.
âAnd one time, their leader brought these bikes to the shop. Says the bikes needed too many repairs so they sold it to us for a good price. Not gonna lie though, the repairs were a lot of work and is expensive as fuck, but it paid off in the end.â
Taehyung hums at that. Intrigued at the newfound piece of information about the twins. âIs that why you took up mechanical engineering then?â he asks. âTo follow your dadâs footsteps and take over the shop?â
âKind of.â Jungkook shrugs. âI mean, it was my choice since I like fixing up cars and bikes. Plus, Iâm not too bad at math so I picked that because I liked it. Our dad didnât really pressure me or anything. He just wanted us to go to college and get a degree.â
Taehyung smiles
at him. Though, he feels kind of a bit jealous. âGood for you,â he replies.
âWhat about you?â Jeongguk asks, looking at him as he finishes his corn dog with one last bite. âYou said your parents picked pre-med for you, right? Is it because one of them is a doctor or something?â
âMy mom is a nurse,â Taehyung says. âShe was supposed to go to med school after graduating pre-med herself, but she married my dad then had me not long after so she wasnât able to pursue it.â
âWhich leaves you to live out her dreams, then?â Jungkook asks, tone careful.
Not at all accusing, making Taehyung nod at him with a sad smile. âDamn, sorry to hear.â
Taehyung sighs at him deeply. âDonât be,â he replies. âItâs not my first choice, sure, but at least my future is secured now, right?â
âStill,â Jeongguk says. âItâs not your choice. Itâs your future. You should get to decide what to do with it.â
âYeah well, itâs not like I have a choice. My parentsââ he trails off, not knowing how much he can share since the topic is a bit heavy
and he doesnât really want to ruin the easy going atmosphere around them.
âLet me guess,â Jungkook quips in, throwing his corndog stick on the trashcan next to him and looking at Taehyung as he claps his hands to remove the crumbs off them. âThey're the controlling type?â
Taehyung frowns sadly. He doesnât really want to speak ill of his parents, but then again, would he be really speaking ill of them if he were just saying the truth? âI mean, I know they mean well,â he tries to defend weakly.
âI know theyâre just looking out for me and just want my life to turn out okay, so I canât hold that against them.â
âI understand where youâre coming from, Tae. I know theyâre just parents being parents, but,â Jeongguk says, licking his lips as he chooses his words carefully.
âGuiding someone to make the right choice is different from controlling someone to make their preferred choice. Youâre your own person too, Tae.â
âAnd even if you make the wrong choice, then so what?â Jungkook adds, crossing his legs and leaning back on the bench.
Eyes watching the small boats passing by along the river. âItâs your lesson. Not theirs. Itâs how you grow.â
âWhen did you two get so wise suddenly?â Taehyung teases lightly, looking over at the two of them. But he has to admit their words strike a chord within him thatâs
beginning to make him see things in a different light. âAre you two the same people who were boxing each other for show the other night?â
The twins snort at him and roll their eyes at him at once, making Taehyung giggle.
âLike we said,â Jeongguk says. âWeâre not really made of money and the fights help our dad out with some of the expenses.â
âPlus a lot of people seem to like it.â Jungkook adds with a grin. âI know you did, Tae.â
âOh shut up,â Taehyung says, slapping him on the thigh with blushed cheeks as the twins laugh. âSeriously, when will you ever stop mentioning that?â
âWhen you admit it,â Jungkook replies, smirking at him. âCâmon, just say it. I promise Iâll stop.â
âSay what?â he scoffs, crossing his arms and controlling himself from reacting in the way the twins wanted him to. âThat I enjoyed watching you two punch each other at some sleazy warehouse while youâre both half naked?â
He did, Taehyung thought to himself. But he is never going to admit it out loud.
But could he ever hide anything from the twins after everything?
Nope.
âWasnât that hard to say, right?â Jeongguk teases, looking at him with a playful glint in his eyes. âI knew it.â
âI didnâtââ Taehyung tries to complain, eyes widening.
âNo take backs,â Jungkook says, grabbing Taehyungâs shake and taking a sip from it. âNothing bad about complimenting someone.â
âYou two are impossible.â Taehyung mutters to himself.
âI wonder why I keep hanging out with the two of you.â
âWant me to answer that?â Jeongguk grins.
âNo.â Taehyung mumbles, trying to hide his flusteredness by stealing his drink back from Jungkook and taking a sip from it.
âBut kidding aside though,â Jeongguk starts to say, copying his twin's posture. âIs- is that why you were kind of upset earlier?â
Jeonggukâs tone is conversational but Taehyung can still hear the concern and curiosity behind it.
Masking it with his casualness to make him open up. Something that he appreciates and is effective.
âYeah,â he admits. âBeing a pastorâs son is really⌠I donât know.â
A label that everyone expects him to live up to. A responsibility. A burden.
Taehyung sighs. âItâs a lot to handle with only so little space to work with if that makes any sense.â he manages to say in the end.
âOther peopleâs expectations can really do that.â Jungkook nods. âLimit you, I mean. It removes the extra space for you to make mistakes.â
Taehyung smiles. Once again, they understand between the lines.
âExactly.â he says. âAnd donât get me wrong, I do like some of my duties. I like to do volunteer work and help out the poor and all those other things that come with the title.
I just donât like the eyes on me, you know? I donât want to be expected of great things. Things that I canât do.â
âBut you are doing great things, though.â Jeongguk points out, looking at him with a warm smile.
âI read that flier about the talent show and saw that all the showâs proceeds go to the childrenâs hospital. Youâre literally volunteering your free time for this, Tae. Isnât that a great thing?â
âItâs nothing, really.â he shyly says. âItâs not something I havenât done before.â
âAnd that makes you even greater,â Jungkook says. âI can count on one hand the number of university students who would offer their precious time to do what you do, Tae. And trust me, itâs not a lot.â
âStop.â he blushes. âAgain, itâs something thatâs expected from me as my dadâs son. Iâm not being modest or anything, but doing those things comes with my title. Itâs something that I was raised to do. Sacrifice.â
Silence envelops the three of them as his words simmer in the air. Taehyung was not the type to voice out his complaints. Itâs another thing that comes along with being the pastorâs son and his strict parentsâ child. So itâs
nice to let it out and have someone else know. To vent and just let those bottled up feelings loose.
He knows by saying this, the responsibilities and expectations wonât go away but itâs nice to just release those repressed feelings inside of him to give him air to breathe.
Itâs nice to have someoneâ /someones/ who could lend him a listening ear.
âAnyway, enough about me,â Taehyung says, tone light to bring back the easy atmosphere they had going earlier. âTell me more about you two.â
He hears one of them clear their throat,
obviously still thinking about what he had just said, before Jeongguk sits up and looks at him. âWhat do you want to know?â he asks.
Taehyung shrugs. âI donât know. What about something that I donât know? Any sob stories too?â he jokes lightly.
Jeongguk hums. âOur mother died giving birth to us,â he says, making Taehyung pause and look at him with a shocked look. âThere were some complications from what our dad told us.â
âI-â Taehyung stutters. Now feeling guilty about complaining about his parents when the twins lost one. âIâm sorry. I-â
âOh donât be,â Jungkook says easily. âIt was a long time ago.â
âStill, Iâm sorry,â Taehyung says firmly. âYou shouldâve told me before I went on that whole rant about my parents. It was insensitive of me.â
âIt wasnât, donât be silly.â Jeongguk says, bumping shoulders with him with a smile.
âItâs not really something that makes us sad anymore. Sure, motherâs day was kind of depressing sometimes, but itâs not something we cry about at all.â
âRegardless, Iâm sure thereâs a part of you that longs to have met her.â Taehyung says, placing his drink on the ground
and each grabbing one of the twins' hands and squeezing it in comfort. âTo experience having one, I mean.â
Jeongguk and Jungkook shoot him a smile, and before Taehyung knows it, theyâre both turning their hands and gripping his hand back. Effectively making him blush.
âIt sucks to not meet her, sure.â Jungkook continues to say, not mentioning the hand holding. âBut dad is enough. He did his best raising two twin boys.â
âAnd he did a great job, if I do say so myself.â Taehyung smiles.
Feeling his hands begin to sweat at the intimacy of the twinsâ holding it and their little sharing session.
âThanks, weâll let him know,â Jeongguk replies with a smile. âAnd to give your parents the benefit of the doubt, Tae. They also did a good job raising you.â
âStill think theyâre kinda controlling though,â Jungkook quips under his breath, making Taehyung snort. âNo offense.â
âNone taken,â Taehyung replies, easing his hands out of the twins' grips since he saw someone look in their direction.
Already missing the warmth as soon as they let go and tucking them underneath his thighs as he sways back and forth. âThey can be a little too much but I love them.â
âWe can all love our parents but still think they can be too much.â Jungkook says.
âAnd if itâs any consolation to you, just know that you wonât have to pretend or sacrifice anything when youâre with us.â
Jeongguk nods. âYeah, what he said,â he replies. âAnd if they get too much, you can lean on us.â
âSame to you,â Taehyung smiles. âYou can lean on me too.â
The rest of the day is spent with more talks about each other, watching boats pass by in front of them, soft smiles exchanged and just enjoying each otherâs companies until it was well into the afternoon and they all needed to go back to uni to get some school work done.
And as agreed, Taehyung rides with Jungkook this time and lets the latter wear the helmet for him even though he was fully capable of doing it himself. (Not that he minded) And the three of them, well two since Taehyung was just a passenger, driving past cars that were also on
their way back home as city lights turn into a blur and wind blows past them.
Soon, they were parked outside Taehyungâs dorm building and were standing by the pavement next to it, fidgeting on their feet as they lacked anything to say.
Still too caught up by the great day they had that was about to end.
âAnyway, I had a great time,â Taehyung is the first to break their silence. Smiling at both of them. âThank you for today.â
âThanks for coming with,â Jeongguk says. âI know you had stuff to do, so, yeah.â
âIt was nothing,â Taehyung licks his lips. âI- I actually needed the distraction as you both can tell.â
âWell if you need any more distractions, you know who to call.â Jungkook grins. âItâs me by the way. Not him.â
âOr me.â Jeongguk says, rolling his eyes at the twin.
âIâm the better twin anyway.â
âAre not.â
âAre too.â
âOkay, Iâll keep you /both/ in mind,â Taehyung interrupts, rolling his eyes at them. âYou two go home safely now, alright?â
âAlright.â the both of them say, shooting Taehyung a warm smile before they turn around to each head out to their bikes to ride back to the frat house. He stays there, watching as the twins stand next to their respective bikes, grabbing their helmets.
Taehyung cannot help but bite his lips, still filled with that fuzzy feeling that replaced the heaviness he was feeling that morning. Fuzzy feelings that the twins were both responsible for.
He remembers that feeling about riding their motorcycles earlier.
His hesitancy to try it at first because of certain misconceptions that his mother planted in his head, and could not help but think it was oddly like this thing that heâs been wanting to try out with the twinsâ date.
Something he wanted, something thatâs within his reach if only he holds his hand up. Something thatâs so close, but the chains were holding him back.
Until he remembers that the twins have the key.
Taehyung decides to take that chance.
âHey,â he says, walking up to them and making the twins look at him with twin looks of confusion. âWait. I, uh, wanted to tell you something real quick.â
âSure,â Jeongguk replies, perching his helmet on his motorcycle while his twin does the same. âWhat is it?â
He inhales. âSo,â he starts, feeling a bit nervous, a bit unsure but it still felt good. âAbout that date you wanted to go with meâŚâ
The twinsâ eyes widens, ears perking up as they listen to Taehyung attentively.
âUhm.â Taehyung tucks his hair behind his ear, looking down on his feet. âIsâ is it too late to accept?â
âNo.â the twins say in unison, making Taehyung stifle his smile.
He musters the courage to look up to find Jeongguk and Jungkook grinning at him from ear to ear, hope and happiness shining along with the stars in their eyes. Taehyung sucks up a breath.
âOkay,â he replies, giddy and excited. âOkay.â
âOkay.â Jungkook says too, reaching to pinch his cheeks with the boyish grin still plastered on his face. âText me when youâre free. Iâll handle the rest.â
âMe too.â Jeongguk smiles, ruffling Taehyungâs hair. âIâll wait for it.â
âOkay.â he replies. He sounds like a broken record, sure, but itâs the only coherent thing that he can manage to say due to the butterflies swarming in his tummy.
âSee you then, Tae.â Jungkook says, fiddling with the helmet in his hands. A flash of hesitation crossing in his face for a split second before he mutters a quick, âFuck it.â under his breath and deposited a kiss on his cheek, causing Taehyung to gasp in happy surprise.
Jeongguk scoffs at the other. âNo fair.â he says, and before Taehyung could even recover from the last peck, Jeongguk does the same to his other heated cheek, making the butterflies shift into zoo animals.
Fuck.
âSee you on the date!â Jeongguk says.
âIâll make sure our date it better.â Jungkook grins.
âI-â Taehyung shakes his head, suddenly remembering his other dilemma. âWait, I uh, before you go. Is- is this a bit awkward? I mean, me going out with each of you separately I mean?â
âNope.â Jungkook answers with a chuckle. âI mean, I get why he likes you, Tae.â
âAnd besides,â Jeongguk smirks, looking at his twin with a challenging glint in his eyes. âWe like being competitive.â
Taehyung swallows. âI- okay.â he says, a little unsure.
Of course, they catch on to his insecurities and shoots him a smile. âDonât worry, Tae. If all else fails, thereâs always plan B.â Jungkook says, before he wears his helmet and begins to straddle his bike.
âPlan B?â Taehyung asks, looking at Jeongguk who was rolling his eyes at his twin amusedly.
âYouâll see.â Jeongguk says before doing the same.
And before Taehyung can question them even more, the sound of twin motorcyclesâ loud revving echoes outside, mimicking the sound of his heartbeat and making Taehyung take a step back to allow the twins to back the corner.
They wave at him goodbye. He can almost see the smirk in their smiles before they ride away into the direction of the fraternity house. Leaving Taehyung there, still at a loss of how to react after what he just did.
It feels like he was laying on a floating cloud as he goes back to his and Jiminâs door. Despite his fears and hesitations, the feeling that the twins left him with is still so strong. So right. Wrong, but right.
He enters the dorm to find Jimin sitting on his bed with a conflicted look on his face, hands clasped together as he looks at the floor.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him. âHey?â he says, closing the door behind him and throwing his keys on his desk. âWhatâs up?â
Jimin looks at him, licking his lips. Before he says, âSo, youâre going on a date huh?â
Taehyungâs heart still. And in that moment, he knows what it feels like to drop from a cloud.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
The zoo in Taehyungâs tummy now feels like a swarm of bees, stinging and rendering him frozen as he stands in his and Jiminâs dorm with its venom numbing the euphoria that was running through his veins as he stares as Jiminâs accusing and hurt look.
Taehyung feels panicked. He feels like a bucket of iced water was poured over his head, waking him up from a sweet dream so he could wake up to live out one of his many nightmares. Heâs afraid and he suddenly misses the safety that the twins always come along with
and the courage they give him to accept himself more.
But they arenât here. Taehyung knows that he canât have them in every one of his battles in his new journey, and he also knows that this is something that he should deal with by himself. His first giant to defeat.
The giant, whoâs in the form of his 174 cm best friend, that is. Taehyung sucks up a deep breath, mustering all his courage so he could coherently try and open up this part about himself to Jimin.
âJimin, I-â he tries to say, trying to look for the right words to say. âI-â
âI thought I was your best friend, Tae,â Jimin interrupts, tone tinged with a bout of hurt as he slowly stands and approaches him. Though, the accusatory look on his face is slowly turning into a softer one. âYou promised. No more secrets.â
âI- I know what I said, Mimi.â Taehyung sighs, the slump on his shoulders returning as he looks down on his feet. âIâm sorry. I meant to tell you but, I guess⌠I guess I was just scared of what you would say.â
âYou were scared of /me/?â Jimin asks, looking at him with eyebrows scrunching. âMe? Your best friend since preschool? Your soulmate?â
âListen, I-â Taehyung tries to say.
âYou know it wouldn't have been a big deal to me, Tae,â Jimin retorts, lips frowning.
âYou know I would have supported you.â
âI know. God, Jimin. Donât you think that I know that?â Taehyung replies, tone a bit exasperated. Hugging himself and feeling small even though he was a few inches taller than his best friend.
âDidnât you think that Iâve thought of telling you?â
âThen why didnât you?â the other asks, looking at Taehyung intensely. âI mean, itâs just me, Tae. Iâm not some random person. Itâs just me. Just Jimin.â
âAnd thatâs exactly why I didnât tell you,â Taehyung says, tone louder and conflicted. Making Jimin close his mouth and listen to him. âLike you said. Youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, Jimin.
You are the only person who has always been there for me, who knows nearly everything about me too. Everything was just happening and changing too fast, and I needed you to stay the same.â
Taehyung is gasping for air at this point as he slowly lets out drops of his frustration
and guilt. âI didnât mean to put you in the dark. I swear, but I was just making sure of it myself first too. I was testing the waters out,â he explains, tone tired. âBut you beat me to it. And Iâm sorry. I swear I didnât mean to.â
Theyâre both silent now, save for Taehyungâs ragged breaths due to his outburst. Feeling needles prickle his skin as he waits for his friend to reply.
Eventually, Jimin sighs at him and places a hand over his shoulder before gently grabbing his hand
and pulling him towards his single bed. The fight has left Jiminâs eyes as they sit and as the latter shoots him a patient look. The corner of his lips twisting into an apologetic yet reassuring smile.
It reminds Taehyung so much of when he and Jimin were younger.
Even though they were practically the same age with only a few months separating them. Jimin liked to act like he was so much older, like he was his protector.
He remembers the times when they were in middle school. When kids would tease Taehyung as too soft, too flamboyant and too odd. Something that made him insecure, but Jimin would always come to his defense and tell those kids off.
Sure their parents would scold them once they found out because âthatâs not how Godâs children were taughtâ and all that jazz, but afterwards, he and his friend would always find themselves entangled in one of their childhood beds, hands gripping each other as words of
reassurance escaped their lips.
Something that hadnât changed throughout the years. Something thatâs constant.
âListen, Taetae. I get it.â Jimin starts, squeezing his hand and rubbing the back of it with a pad of his thumb.
âIâm sorry for coming at you like that. I- I didnât mean to sound judgmental. I guess I was just surprised. Thatâs all. I really didnât expect that to happen, actually.â
âI- I know,â Taehyung replies, looking at him with bitten lips. âI didnât expect it to happen either.
It justâ It just did.â
âI understand.â Jimin smiles. âIt was like for me with Hobi hyung too. At first it was just an attraction, or at least, I thought it was an attraction but over time, I just became sure that it was something else. Something more. You know?â
Taehyung nods, because itâs the same for him. When he first saw the twins, attraction was an understatement. He thinks bewitched is a better term because he always finds himself staring at the other, admiring the stars in their eyes, the art on their skin and
the brightness of their smiles.
But then he got to know them. And sure, it isnât as long as his other existing relationships. Itâs been barely two weeks since they first laid eyes on each other but Taehyung doesnât think he has met anyone heâs clicked with as fast as the twins.
He hasnât met anyone who understands him so much, and is just so good to him. So good.
Meeting Jeongguk and Jungkook was just a surreal experience for him. And thinking about it now, he didnât think he was this whipped for them already, but funny how things go.
âI know what you mean,â Taehyung replies. âIt- it was like that for me too.â
Jimin grins at him happily, his eyes turning into half crescent moons as he looks at Taehyung. âIâm happy for you, Tae.â he says. âI really really am.â
Taehyung smiles back at him. âThank you, Mimi. Iâm happy too.â he replies, sighing in relief at how easy it is.
Honestly, he wonders why he was even nervous in the first place since he knew Jimin was going to be understanding as usual. It feels like he can breathe freely again,
like a thorn was pulled out of his chest, as he watches Jimin nod and let go of his hand so he could lean on the wall next to the bed.
âSo?â he says, tone more chipper. âTell me all about it, then. I want to know all the details, Tae!â
He bites his lips, mood lifting thanks to the otherâs excitement. âThereâs really not that much to say, really.â Taehyung scratches the side of his neck, feeling his face hot since this is kind of his first time opening up on the whole being gay and going out with boys thing.
âI- I havenât even been on that date yet. I still have to ask.â
âOkay, fine. But how did it all start?â Jimin asks eagerly. âIs that who you were texting with after all this time then?â
âYeah.â he blushes, trying to stifle the smile from spreading on his face.
He fails, of course, and it causes Jimin to laugh and shove him. âGood God,â he says gleefully. âI never thought Iâd actually see the day you fall for someone, Taetae.â
âMe too,â Taehyung replies, slapping his foot away since Jimin kept poking him with it. âAnd keep
the excitement down. Itâs still so new and Iâm still trying to figure my feelings out.â
âYou donât have to figure things out, Tae.â Jimin snorts. âIf you know, you know. Itâs not a problem that you need to solve or a riddle you need to answer. It shouldnât be complicated.â
Taehyung bites his lips. âIt seems complicated,â he whines with a pout. âI donât want to hurt or disappoint anyone.â
âThen donât,â Jimin says easily, rolling his eyes at him. âJust go with the flow and Iâm sure things will be clearer for you.â
âBut itâs not that simple.â Taehyung furrows his eyebrows
âYouâre the only one whoâs making it complicated,â Jimin replies. âAnd itâs because youâre overthinking that pretty little head of yours. Take it from me, Tae. I meanâ look at my relationship. It looks complicated, yeah?â
âYeah.â Taehyung nods.
âI mean, sure it was complicated at first, but like you said back at the frat house,â Jimin continues, smiling at him gently. âLove knows how to endure and eventually everything paid off. The only complications that me and Hobi and Yoongi hyung have these
days are our sleeping arrangements since Yoongi hyungâs bed isnât even a queen size.â
Taehyung snorts. Though he has to admit that heâs beginning to wonder how a polyamory would work out for himâ not that he thinks that the twins would go for it, of course,
since one: theyâre brothers. Womb mates. Surely itâd be awkward, and kind of a sin, to be in one with your brother.
Plus they were competitive as heck, not even a minute after he agreed to go on a date with each of them, theyâre already bickering about whoâs going to take him
out on a better date. So it wouldnât work.
Being gay is already one thing. Being in a polyamory is another. But being in a polyamorous relationship with brothers? Taehyung could already see his cell in hell with his name on it.
âI guess youâre right, Jimin.â he eventually says. âIâll just see how it plays out onâ on our date and see how it goes.â
âOf course I am! Itâs why I was even offended you didnât tell me in the first place, cause who else is going to give you great advice?â Jimin grins at him,
pulling him by the arm, causing him to fall on top of him before Jimin entangles his limbs around him affectionately. âBut really, though. Iâm really so happy for you, Taetae.â
Taehyung scoffs as he attempts to detach himself from Jiminâs clutches,
but he canât help but feel endeared by the otherâs excitement on his new dating adventure. âGet off me, Mimi.â he whines weakly.
âNo!â Jimin says, still hugging him. âIâm gonna maximize all our cuddle time before Suji steals them from me.â
âIâm pretty sure youâre still gonna get cuddles even though me andââ Taehyung trails off.
Wait. What?
Jimin snorts, not realizing that he paused mid sentence. âPretty sure she wonât let me go near you once itâs official,â he says.
âSheâs been crushing on you since forever. I bet sheâs gonna make up for all the lost time.â
Taehyung starts to feel heavy again. Burdened. He completely forgot about that date his father asked him to go on that morning with Suji.
He was just too caught up with the twins that he had forgotten, too caught up in his own bliss to remember what he should be doing.
He tries to swallow the lump in his throat. âUh, how did you know by the way?â Taehyung asks, feeling uneasy. âAbout the, uhm, date?â
âYour mom texted me,â Jimin says, finally untangling himself from Taehyung and laying down on the bed, hands behind his head as he looks at him. âShe asked me how I was doing, and she asked if I could help you plan that date you were going with Suji.â
Oh.
Of course his mom would make sure that he actually goes on that date he didnât intend to go on. Of course she would take matters into her own hands.
Of course, he thought bitterly.
âPlus I saw the youth leadersâ GC,â Jimin continues, oblivious of his growing turmoil. âHeard you were going on that hike retreat too. Way to hit two birds with one stone, Taetae.â
Taehyung smiles at his grinning friend weakly. Starting to feel conflicted over the situation.
Part of him is telling him to just tell Jimin the truth. Just say the words out loud so his friend could help him look for a way out of this mess. Help him with the real issue at hand.
But then he remembers that warning from his parents earlier about separating him from Jimin
because theyâre starting to think that Jimin might turn out to be a bad influence due to his church absences. He guesses his mom called to check on Jimin herself and perhaps give him this task to prove that heâs a good influence on Taehyung.
Fuck, he thought. This just keeps getting more and more complicated and the more he wants to tell his truth, the more pieces of his tongue get cut off. Heâs now starting to wonder if thereâs ever a chance he could be more honest. Be more himself and choose his own choices.
âYou donât look too happy, Tae.â Jimin frowns, ever the most observant.
He tries to smile at him. Back to pretending once again. He said earlier that being with the twins was like pretending to be someone else,
but the more Taehyung thinks about it, maybe⌠maybe heâs just pretending to be the perfect pastorâs son all along.
âI am.â Taehyung saysâ Taehyung lies.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
Days passed by in a hazy blur once the weekdays arrived, and in just a blink of an eye, itâs Friday already.
Taehyung can feel the exhaustion hugging his bones due to the busy week he had finalizing some things for their talent show thatâs in a week,
attending his classes, catching up on some of his projects and essays, and taking care of the churchâs youth clubâs hike retreat thatâs set to take place on the weekend after the talent show.
Heâs beat. Tired is a huge understatement but instead of lounging in his dorm,
or perhaps, being dolled up by Jimin so they can go to the next party that his friend is invited to, heâs spending the start of his supposed weekend at the library studying for one of his classes because another test came back with not that high marksâ something his parents would
not be too happy about since he just promised them that heâd put a little more effort in his studies.
Plus, he kind of wants to be alone right now because he doesnât want to bump into one of the twins. â The twins who have been hinting about the date that he agreed to go on
all throughout the week.
When Taehyung met up with them on Tuesday and Wednesday with Jeongguk and Jungkook respectively, they had each been asking him nonstop about what he liked to do for fun so they could better plan their unscheduled dates.
Treating it as some type of competition.
Taehyung indulged them with some answers and said he likes to play video games, paint if he has the time and supplies, or that heâs fine with literally anything since he also likes to try out new thingsâ all of which they nodded to
determinedly, making him feel endeared.
But secretly, heâs also feeling a bit guilty because of another dateâ a date that he didnât want to go on with Suji. In a way, his packed schedule was like a blessing in disguise because he used that as an excuse to push their date back,
something the twins didnât mind since Taehyung didnât even have to act to show how stressed he is due to his tasks.
After that misunderstanding with Jimin, his best friend threw in some suggestions as to where he could take Suji out on a date and even coached him as to how
he could ask her out. Even going to the lengths of Jimin pretending to be her and denying Taehyung every time heâd play along to his friendâs skit. (He wishes Suji would deny him too but he thinks itâs less likely.)
Taehyung is honestly at a loss. He remembers what Jimin said about just going with the flow and just letting things play out, but he canât help but think that heâs being a little unfair, not just to Suji, but to the twins too because heâs still nowhere close to coming out
and he canât look for a way to get him out of that date heâs supposed to ask Suji on at the risk of his parents pulling him out of college and separating him from Jimin.
Thereâs just too many at risk. Too much to lose. And Taehyung cares too much to admit it to anyone,
but he pretends all is well. Heâs a master at that anyway. But he does have to admit, it gets so heavy sometimes. It gets so lonely dealing with everything by himself and saying heâs alright when heâs close to breaking down any second.
He thought that things will be clearer for him as time passes by but it only became more hazy and hard to navigate. And as much as he hates spending his Friday afternoon studying, itâs also nice to escape everything for a bit. Forget about the decisions he needs to make
and the steps he needs to take before continuing to trudge on his journey.
His phone has been ringing with calls and texts for the last hour. All from Jimin, and of course, the twins asking him where he is. All of which Taehyung ignored since, again, he kind of wants to be alone
and heâs still deciding as to how he can stall the twins from going on their dates until he deals with the whole Suji issue.
But life has never favored Taehyung (Or maybe it does), since when he was just about to stand and get another book about human anatomy,
he saw someone drop a bag on the chair across from him, making him look up to find Jeongguk looking at him with a smile on his face. Clad in a black shirt, some loose dark pants, glasses perched on his nose and long hair brushed on the sides.
âHey, Tae,â he says, sitting down on the empty chair across from him. âWe were looking for you.â
Taehyung swallows his sigh. Though, he has to admit, the comfort that Jeongguk comes with relaxes him easily. âHey,â he replies. Attempting a smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
Jeongguk scoffs at him lightly as he cards his fingers through his hair. âI should be asking you that,â he says. âWhat are you doing in the library on a Friday evening? Donât you have a free day tomorrow?â
âStudying,â he answers glumly, lifting up his notebook to show him some notes. âWhat else would I be doing here?â
The other hums. âI dunno,â Jeongguk replies. âThought you were hiding from us or something.â
Well, he isnât wrong, but he canât tell him that.
âNah,â he says, avoiding his gaze. âI needed to do some reading for one of my classes. One of my tests came back with just a passing grade.â
Jeongguk scrunches his eyebrows at him. âIsnât that a good thing?â he asks, tilting his head to the side. Looking like a puppy, making
Taehyung chuckle.
âWell, if youâre an ordinary student then Iâm sure it is,â he replies. âBut if youâre someone on the deanâs listââ
âFine fine, no need to rub it in.â Jeongguk jokes lightly, grinning at him.
âYouâre a deanâs lister too, Gukkie.â Taehyung points his pen at him
as he rolls his eyes fondly.
The other shrugs. âYouâre forgetting that I study dance and you study all this medical shit,â he replies, grimacing at his books. âPlus you hate your major so thatâs plus points.â
Taehyung snorts. âI donât hate it,â he reasons.
âItâs just⌠not my first choice.â
Jeongguk hums, unconvinced, before he reaches for the book in front of Taehyung and closes it, making the latter scoff and try to open it again but Jeongguk puts a hand over it teasingly.
âJeongguk!â Taehyung whines, trying to lift Jeonggukâs hand up. âI have to study!â
âNo, you donât,â Jeongguk says sternly, not letting the book go and trying to steal it away from Taehyungâs vice grip. âYou need to take a break.â
Taehyung clicks his tongue at him. âI canât,â he replies. âI told my parents Iâll do better in school and I canâtââ
âYouâre already doing great,â Jeongguk says, successfully stealing the book and placing it on the chair beside him.
âYouâve been working yourself to the bone for the past week. Cool down for a second.â
âI canât,â Taehyung says, massaging his temples then leaning on the table. Heâs only realizing how tired he is after Jeongguk stole his book away.
âI have so much to do. Sometimes I wish I had a twin so they could do half my work.â
Jeongguk snorts. âWell, that would have been interesting.â he mutters under his breath, causing Taehyung to scoff and look at him.
âJeonggukkie, please.â he begs. âI really need to get this done so I could at least get four hours of sleep tonight before I start on some more work.â
Jeongguk looks at him as if heâs assessing the bags under his eyes, the state of his disheveled hair and clothes before he sighs
and reaches across the table with both hands to hold one of Taehyungâs hands. A concerned look appearing on his face. âCâmon, Tae.â he says softly.
Taehyung blushes on cue, looking around the library to see if everyoneâs there but only to find the librarian snoozing from her
spot behind her desk. âJeonggukââ he whines.
âTae.â Jeongguk says firmly as he looks him in the eye. âYou need to take a break.â
âI will,â he reasons, finding so much comfort in the way Jeongguk is gently massaging his hand. âI just have so much to do right now, and I-â
âAnd they can wait.â Jeongguk interrupts. âTell me this. When was the last time you actually did things for yourself instead of doing things for someone else?â
Taehyung huffs. Honestly, it really shouldnât be hard since itâs a simple question but the more he thinks about it,
thinks of when the last time he lazed in bed to watch his korean dramas or pick up a pencil to draw something, he comes up with nothing. Lately, itâs been all about church, school, clubs and being dragged along by Jimin to go to one party after another.
Heck, he canât even recall the last time he had a full eight hours of sleep.
Jeongguk seems to know, like always, and smiles at him. âSee?â he says smugly. âYou canât even think of the answer.â
âItâs not that, itâs just,â Taehyung tries to say. âIâve just been busy with more
important things. Thatâs allâ
âMe tooâ Jeongguk points out. Shooting him a significant look. âUni alone is already a lot of work and you have ten other things that youâre taking care of on top of that, but even if thats the case, you should always try to find time for yourself.â
âLike I said, Guk.â Taehyung sighs. âIâm used to sacrificing my time for others. Itâs practically in my DNA. I mean⌠Church kid since birth. Right?â
âI get it. Really. I get that helping others and making sure everyone is happy comes naturally to you, Tae,
but you shouldnât overdo it,â Jeongguk replies. âRemember, the most important relationship you should have is your relationship with yourself.â
Taehyung purses his lips. Sometimes he wonders if God put the twins in his life to serve as his guardian angels or something.
His someones to remind him to slow down and to take care of himself. Enjoy life a little more.
He thinks of his relationship with himself, or his lack of one that is, and wonders if thatâs the reason why he feels like a fish out of water most times.
If his selflessness was whatâs causing his melancholia.
Before, he used to serve out of joy and his willingness. But these days, itâs been more like an obligation than anything else. A hammer to knee reaction where if someone asks, he automatically says yes
with no questions asked.
He didnât realize he was frowning until Jeongguk, yet again, brushed the scrunched on his eyebrows and smiled at him gently. âDonât worry, Tae,â Jeongguk says, tone oozing with gentleness and reassurance.
âItâs never too late to learn how to love yourself a little more.â
Taehyung sighs. At that point, he had no reason to tell the other no, so he pushes his notebook away with his free hand and squeezes that otherâs hand gratefully.
âI guess youâre right,â he replies with a small smile. âI think I should do something for myself for a change.â
Jeongguk grins at him wide, eyes twinkling at him. âIâm glad you said that becauseââ he says eagerly.
âWell you might not remember the last thing you did something you wanted, but I do.â
âOh?â Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him. âAnd what exactly is that, then?â
âI know you wanted to go on that date. With me,â Jeongguk says.
âWell, me and Kook but heâs not here right now and I am. So what do you say? Would you go out with me?â
His smile slightly falters, but it manages to stay in the end since the butterflies have gone back to their fluttering as he looks at that boyish smile on Jeonggukâs face.
Plus heâs right. He does want to go out on a date with him. âSureâ he says, biting his lips to suppress his smile.
âGood.â Jeongguk nods, standing up and grabbing his bag, perching it over his shoulder and reaching to hold Taehyungâs hand. The butterflies go wild.
âNow, letâs go.â
âRight now?â he asks but standing up and retrieving his things on the table with one hand nonetheless since Jeongguk wasnât letting go of him.
âRight now.â Jeongguk confirms, pulling him along once Taehyung has his satchel on his shoulder
and half running outside the library. âCâmon letâs go!â
Taehyung smiles as he allows himself to be pulled by the other, feeling elated and fluttery as he and Jeongguk sprint across the quad hand in hand to a direction that he doesnât know where.
But it doesnât matter, he thinks. As long as Jeongguk is there.
Itâs evening already, the sun long gone and the lamp posts are exuding a warm orange glow. Unlike most days, the quad was empty since everyone else was out to enjoy the weekend, making the campus look hauntingly
beautiful with its buildings bathing in dim lights from afar.
He and Jeongguk run across the grass together, with the elder running a couple steps ahead and Taehyung following behind with their hands intertwined. Something that just makes Taehyung feel so safe, so happy.
Itâs something so simple. Itâs just holding a hand. But it says and feels so much.
He guesses that this is what love kind of feels like. Yes, itâs too early to tell but Taehyung has a gut feeling that it wonât take him long to decide if it is.
They slow down once they reach the art departmentâs building. Like the rest of campus, itâs empty and dim with only the lamps outside lighting up the inside of it. They enter the building, still hand in hand and walk through the dark hallways together.
Taehyung finds himself squeezing Jeonggukâs hand as they bypass one door after another, confused as to what theyâre even doing there in the first place when they were supposed to go on their date.
âYouâre not gonna murder me, right?â Taehyung jokes, looking at the elder man
as they round a corner together. âThe school is empty and this hallway is so dark. It looks like the perfect place to murder somebody.â
Jeongguk looks over his shoulder and smirks. âI hope I donât.â he says secretively, making Taehyung lift an eyebrow up.
But before he can question him any further, they stop at a door and Jeongguk pulls a key out of his pocket. Shooting it inside the lock before pushing the door open to reveal a finely lit room filled with paintings and sculptures displayed and some tables pushed to the side
that had art materials on them.
Taehyung finds himself letting go of Jeonggukâs hand to look around with eyes wide as saucers as takes in the room. The sight of what couldâve been flashing right before him. â this couldâve been his classroom,
his art couldâve been one of those masterpieces displayed if only he had the courage to tell his parents about his passions.
His eyes lock with Jeongguk, whoâs looking at him with a smile, making Taehyung clear his throat and lick his lips shyly.
âUh, are we picking something up?â he asks.
Jeongguk only smiles and lets his bag fall on the floor before he gestures to Taehyung to follow him further inside.
âNope,â he says, stopping by the middle of the room and gesturing for Taehyung to say before going
towards the table that had art materials there. âWeâre making art.â
Taehyung lifts an eyebrow as he watches Jeongguk grab a sketchbook and pencil, before the latter returns to him and hands him the materials. âUh okay,â he replies, unsure.
Looking from the sketchbook to Jeongguk. âWhereâs your sketchbook?â
âI donât need one.â Jeongguk shrugs.
âBut I thought weâre making art, though?â he asks, watching as Jeongguk pulls a chair and pushes Taehyung to sit on it.
âNope. Just you,â the other replies.
âIâm going to check off one of your wishlists on our date today.â
Taehyung raises an eyebrow. âWhat wishlist are youâ Jeongguk!â he exclaims, lifting up the sketchbook in his hands to hide his burning face when Jeongguk suddenly takes his shirt off.
âWhat in Christâs name are you doing?â
âWhat do you think?â Jeongguk asks. Taehyung could practically hear the smirk thatâs accompanying the otherâs sultry tone.
âI-I donât know,â he stutters, hands gripping the sketchbook tightly.
âBut- but whatever it is, can we please do it with your shirt on.â
Jeongguk chuckles at him, and instead of doing what Taehyung requested, he senses the other moving around and could hear more of his clothes rustling on the floor, making his face heat some more.
Holy shit. He is going to murder him.
âPlease put your clothes back on!â he begs weakly.
âIf I put them back on, how else are you going to start on that nude drawing you wanted to try?â Jeongguk retorts, making Taehyungâs face flush.
Fuck, he thought. Holy fuck.
âHoly fuck.â he ends up saying, making Jeongguk laugh.
âIâm guessing thatâs good?â Jeongguk asks, before Taehyung hears his footsteps approaching him and sees a tattooed hand gripping the sketchbook in his hands and pulling it down.
Taehyung starts to pray under his breath and closes his eyes. Asking for forgiveness and wishes for strength to carry on because he has a feeling that he might not get out of this alive. Or at least, sane.
Jeongguk successfully takes the sketchbook out of his hands and Taehyung finds himself looking at a (Thank God) half-naked Jeongguk thatâs only wearing a pair of C*lvin Kl*in briefs.
He blushes as his eyes begin to climb upâ from Jeonggukâs eight pack to his strong
and defined chest, his thick neck, strong jawline and dark eyes looking down at him.
Taehyungâs pretty sure he resembles a tomato right now, but honestly, he canât be blamed since the embodiment of sin is right before his very eyes. He gulps.
âI- I donât think I can do this,â he mumbles, trying to focus on just Jeonggukâs eyes and not his bulging biceps or his thick wonderful thighs.
The corner of Jeonggukâs lips twist sinfully. âOf course you can,â he says, before taking a few steps back to give Taehyung
the full viewâ not that it was any better, because again, Jeongguk is just so beautiful. A walking daydream.
Despite his half naked state and his growing arousal, Taehyung canât find it in himself to look away and appreciate Jeongguk more and the art decorating his right arm,
the muscles he worked hard on, his long silky dark hair and his eyes that are shining with mirth.
Plus the fact that theyâre all alone, like theyâre in a world of their own, makes everything much more intimate. So intimate.
âWarn a guy in advance next time,â Taehyung mumbles weakly. âYouâre giving me a heart attack.â
Jeongguk grins at him from ear to ear and throws the sketchbook back in his direction. Taehyung catches it and places it on his lap, not knowing what to do with his hands since the
other is overwhelming him in a good way.
âI hope itâs the good kind of heart attack,â he replies, rubbing his hands together and placing his hands on his hips. âSo should we get started? How do you want me?â
Holy fuck part four, he thinks. Jeongguk saying that should be counted
as a sin, Taehyung thinks. Feeling his cheeks mimic the temperature of hell.
âYou canât say things like that,â Taehyung mutters under his breath. âYou canât just do this and cause me stress like this. I thought you took me out so I could relax?â
Jeongguk snorts. âYou said drawing relaxes you,â he replies, amused. âAnd you were the one who said you wanted to try this.â
âI know what I said, Gukkie,â Taehyung whines. âBut I donât know. Iâm not so sure now.â
âDo you prefer girls?â Jeongguk retorts with a laugh.
âShut up.â Taehyung rolls his eyes at him, fiddling with his fingers. âIâm serious, Gukkie.â
âIâm serious too.â Jeongguk replies. âIf youâre worried about me or something, then donât. Iâm used to being undressed anyway.â
Not helping, Taehyung thought,
as he continued to stare at his nails. Still shy. He knows itâs nothing but art and is completely normal for artists to do, but this is Jeonggukâ he isnât just anyone. Plus, he doesnât want to admit that he hasnât seen anyone besides himself naked before.
He hears Jeongguk sigh, though it's more patient than anything else. âTell you what,â he says, making Taehyung look at him tentatively. âIâll keep my underwear on. Thereâs plenty of other opportunities for the rest later, right?â
Taehyung gulps at the implications of another time, but he nods at him. Thinking he could deal with this state of his undress for the meantime. Baby steps and all.
âFine.â Taehyung agrees, placing his bag down and taking out one of his pencils from his pencil case
then sitting up straight to find Jeongguk taking his glasses off and placing it over his clothes.
âDo you want me to pose a certain way?â he asks as he stands in the middle once again.
âN-no need,â Taehyung replies, opening the sketchpad and setting it back on his lap.
âYou- you can just stand there or sit. It doesnât matter.â
âIâll stand,â Jeongguk replies, standing up straight and looking at Taehyung.
Taehyung nods at him slowly, breathing deeply as he holds his pencil and looks at Jeongguk again.
Staring at his face and focusing on the shape of his head, the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips and so on before he returns to his sketchpad and begins to draw. Shifting his gaze from his sketchbook to the male from time to time, and feeling some of his nerves ebb away
as he gets used to the otherâs nakedness.
And despite how he felt before starting, Taehyung begins to feel the stress of the last couple of weeksâ the last couple of months melt as he lets his brain shut down and let his hands take over for him.
Itâs been awhile since he
last properly drew something and only settling for quick doodles at the corner of his notebooks during class to sate his inner artistâs needs, so itâs nice, itâs healing to get to make some art again after so long. Itâs nice to be reminded of what he loves to do.
âIf you need a break, let me know,â Taehyung says after some time as he starts to draw Jeonggukâs arms and torso next. âIâm nearly done, Iâm just working on your body.â
âTake all the time you need, Tae.â Jeongguk tells him patiently. âIâm good. Donât worry about me.â
âThank you, Jeongguk.â he tells him with a small smile, hands still busy with the drawing. âAnd we can talk too if you want. I can multitask and Iâm done with your face anyway.â
âOh okay,â Jeongguk replies, nodding at him slowly but body staying unmoving.
âSo, what made you like art?â
Taehyung hums, recalling the first time he picked up a crayon and a blank piece of paper when he was younger. âWell, initially I liked it because it was fun,â he starts to say.
âIt lets me interpret things the way I see or envision the world, you know?â
Jeongguk hums at him, listening intently.
âWhen I was a kid, I used to be quite the oddball.â Taehyung chuckles as he starts drawing Jeonggukâs arms.
âI was teased and bullied a lot of times for it too.â
âWho? Iâll beat them up?â Jeongguk replies lightly, causing Taehyung to snort since itâs what his twin said the other week.
âJust some old classmates. I donât know where they are now so no need to put these muscles to use,â
he replies softly. âAnd besides, if it wasnât for them, I wouldnât have retorted to drawing or painting. Art helps me escape sometimes so I can make a world of my own. It allows me to make things more beautiful than what they are in real life.â
âSo youâre saying youâre gonna make me pretty?â Jeongguk asks with a grin.
Taehyung rolls his eyes at him fondly. âYou- you already are,â he says, effectively making the apples of Jeonggukâs cheeks pink. A small win. âIâm just immortalizing it.â
âKeep feeding my ego like that and Iâll make you draw me everyday,â Jeongguk replies.
âIâm not opposed.â Taehyung laughs, starting on Jeonggukâs tattoos next. âYouâre a natural.â
âThank you.â the other says, wiggling his eyebrows.
âI asked for a friendâs advice on how to do this modeling thing, so I wonât be as fussy while you draw.â
His hand pauses lining up Jeonggukâs tattoos as he looks at him and smiles, touched. âYou did?â he asks.
âYeah.â Jeongguk nods. âThey were also the one who lent me the keys to the art room, and they told me which sketchpad to buy, so I hope itâs good enough for you. I wasnât sure if youâd like something bigger or not, so I settled with the standard size instead.â
Warmth. Thatâs what Taehyung could feel inside. So much of it that it seeps out of the tip of his fingers and spills out of the smile on his face.
Heâs so touched, he feels so appreciated and itâs such a simple gesture.
Itâs simply just putting some thought into their date,
but Taehyung could not help but be overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. Not just in getting to know how to be a good model or to pick out the best type of sketchbook, but itâs him knowing when Taehyung needs a quick breather. Itâs him taking the time to know what Taehyung loves
to do.
Itâs everything he could ask for.
âItâs perfect, Jeongguk.â he tells him. Youâre perfect, was what he wanted to say.
Jeongguk smiles at him, big and bright. âGood,â he says. âCause itâs what you deserve.â
There goes the butterflies again.
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If you told Kim Taehyung that he went out on a date with a man like Jeon Jeongguk a month ago, he would have pointed you into the direction of the nearest confession booth. Maybe he would have done some counseling too to make sure that the person
who told him that is in good mental state, or whatever.
Because the Taehyung from a month ago is different from the Taehyung today. And the Taehyung today, despite how busy his Saturday has been due to his meetings and his studying, has not stopped smiling to himself whenever
he remembers that date he had with Jeongguk the previous night.
The thought is dizzying if heâs being honest. Itâs kind of hard to grasp, no matter how unexplainably happy he is, cause he never imagined himself to act on his desires and actually go for it.
Take that leap of faith and go out with a guy, but there he was.
Back on his cloud, drifting around campus as if heâs floating and smiling at everyone who looked his way. Sure, he got a few confused looks in return but Taehyung could not care any less.
Heâs happy and thatâs all that matters to him at that moment.
His and Jeonggukâs date lasted well into the night. After drawing the elder male and tucking his drawing of him in his sketchbook, they went to get some dinner at some fast food restaurant and talked some more about
whatever they could think of until the restaurant was closing up and was kicking them out.
Jeongguk walked him back to the dorm like always, walking with a drag in his steps, and Taehyung suspected that it was because he was trying to make use of the remaining time they hadâ not
that he can blame him cause Taehyung was also counting the remaining minutes they had left.
Once they were in front of his dorm building, Jeongguk smiled at him big and wide. Told him he hoped he had a great time and hoped they could do it again.
Taehyung replied with a shy yet bold, âWell you promised me more days like these, right?â that got the smile on the otherâs face widening even more and replying with an eager, âConsider it done, then.â
So in short, it was nothing but perfect.
It was nothing like that coffee date he went on Suji before where he was eager to leave and reluctant to share anything personal about himself. Everything was as easy as breathing, natural.
After getting some dinner with his club mates and after reminding Jimin to go to church
the next day since his friend was staying over at Yoongiâs place again, Taehyung finds himself walking to the dorm alone. The euphoria he was running on slightly dwindling down since he remembers that he has to go to church too.
But only for a bit, since
he finds a familiar looking bikeâ big bike parked outside his dorm building and certain male leaning on it, clad in tight black pants with rips on the knees, some combat boots, a black leather jacket over a gray plaid shirt underneath and a bucket hat on top of his head.
The fluttering in Taehyungâs chest returns with a vengeance when he sees him, him being Jungkook, grin when he finds Taehyung walking to him and standing up to meet him halfway in slow strides.
Taehyung finds himself biting his lips as Jungkook. Church going to the back of his head as he stops in front of the other male, finding twinkling eyes under the bucket hat. âDo you come here often?â Taehyung jokes, smiling while crossing his arms.
Jungkook smirks at him. âI hope I start to,â he replies confidently. Before he unashamedly begins looking at him from head to toe, checking him out. âYou look pretty today, angel.â
Angel?
âIâm only wearing sweats and a hoodie,â Taehyung mutters under his breath, shaking his head to control the sudden rush on his cheeks due to the compliment, the new pet name and the implication that Jungkook wants to come over to his place more often.
Talk about going all in.
âAnd?â Jungkook snorts. âDoesnât make what I said any less true.â
Taehyung purses his lips and looks at him suspiciously. âAre you flirting with me?â he asks.
âNot that bright today, huh?â the other teases, making Taehyung roll his eyes at him.
âBut if the compliments and the pet name wasnât telling enough, then yes. I am flirting with you.â
Taehyung is no longer a human. He is nothing but heat. A puff of hot smoke with legs due to how Jungkook is making him feel.
Still, he tries to keep his composure and smiles at him. âWell, thanks for the clarification,â he mutters. âYou donât look so bad yourself.â
Jeongguk grins and does a comical twirl to show him his outfit. âYou like it?â he asks. âItâs my date outfit.â
Taehyung stares at him, beginning to feel even more suspicious. âDate outfit?â
âYeah,â the other replies. âFor /our/ date.â
Again. Puff of hot smoke with legs.
âOh,â Taehyung mumbles, tucking his hair behind his ear as licks his lips. âI wasnât aware that I had a date today.â
âWell now you do.â Jungkook smiles at him. âIf youâre okay with it, that is. Itâs fine if you want to reschedule.â
Taehyung hums as he thinks of an answer. To be honest, he still has to go to church the next morning and do some quick reading before going to bed,
but he remembers that lesson that Jeongguk had taught him the night before about choosing himself first. And if he wants to compare his choice between studying or going out on another hot date, the latter outweighs the other, so Taehyung shrugs and says, âIâm in.â
âGood answer,â Jungkook says, holding up an arm, to which Taehyung grabs with a fond snort. âAnd as beautiful as you look in your sweats and hoodie, you kind of have to dress up to this place Iâm taking you.â
âAnd where, may I ask, are you taking me this evening?â he asks.
âItâs a surprise.â Jungkook winks, leading him inside the dorms.
âCan I get a clue so I could at least dress appropriately?â
âWell, I wonât strip for you like Guk did,â the other says with a scoff. Looking peeved, making Taehyung giggle at him.
But he soon regrets it when Jungkook looks at him, corner of his lips twisting up and adds a sultry, âUnless you want to, that is.â
Taehyung pinches his arms over the jacket, making Jungkook laugh. âDonât make me regret coming with you.â he threatens weakly as they enter the elevators together.
Though, he has a gut feeling that he wonât.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
After driving halfway across Seoul and into an area in Yongsan where several bars and clubs were lined next to each other, Jungkook finally parks his motorcycle in front of one of them where a purple and blue neon sign that reads HEAVEN, the name of the club, is written on it,
making Taehyung snort in amusement at the irony of it.
âYouâre taking me to heaven, huh?â Taehyung asks as soon as he takes his helmet off and looks at the clubâs exterior where a white gate is placed in front of the entrance where two bouncers dressed in white were guarding it.
âYou sure you can get inside?â he jokes, making Jungkook snort.
âPretty sure you can take me as your plus one,â Jungkook replies as he climbs out of his motorcycle and helps Taehyung next. Grabbing the helmet from him and hanging it around his arm next to the helmet he wore
before holding Taehyungâs hand to help him climb out next.
âWell since youâre a gentleman, I guess you can tag along.â Taehyung smiles, looking at the long line next to the gate and gesturing to it with a nod of his head.
âBut I think we have to wait for a bit before we can go inside.â
âNo need,â Jungkook says, pulling him so they can go inside. âI brought their nicest angel with me so I think we can skip that.â
Taehyung rolls his eyes at him, cheeks still not immune to the blushes, and allows Jungkook to pull him and bypass the long queue of other partygoers that were waiting outside until they reach the white gates together.
He expects them to tell off and to go to the back of the line, but instead one of the bouncers simply nods in Jungkookâs direction, not even asking for identification, and opens the gates for them so they could pass through a velvet blue curtain behind the bouncers.
Jungkook
pats one of them on the shoulder and pulls Taehyung inside a foggy hallway lit with only floor lights leading to some stairs at the end.
âStairway to heaven.â Jungkook explains with a grin as he holds Taehyungâs hand and intertwines it with his before climbing up together.
âVery witty,â Taehyung comments under his breath as he follows Jungkook behind. Holding onto his hand with a vice grip since he canât exactly see his steps due to the darkness. âAnd are you sure this is heaven? I donât think heaven was described to be this dark.â
âWell, weâre not in heaven yet, Tae.â Jungkook says over his shoulder as they continue. âI believe this is what you call, uh, what was it again? Purge or something?â
Taehyung giggles. âPurgatory.â he suffices, making Jungkook nod.
âYeah, that.â he says. âSorry, the christian book I borrowed at the library wasnât very detailed.â
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him as they stop at the top of the stairs where music is beginning to bounce through the walls. âWhy were you reading a christian book?â he asks.
âThought you and Guk didnât believe in that?â
âWe donât,â Jungkook replies. âBut you do, and it didnât hurt to know more about the topic so I picked it up a week ago.â
âThatâs sweet of you,â Taehyung replies softly.
âBut you didnât have to do that. We donât have to talk about my faith or anything.â
âI know,â the other says. âBut I want to.â
Taehyung only smiles at him widely before Jungkook pushes another door open to reveal the inside of the club.
Unsurprisingly, Taehyung hasnât been to a club yet before for obvious reasons, but heâs heard enough from Jiminâs own personal experiences to imagine what it could look like.
And from the looks of it, he decides that his imagination wasnât too far off since itâs exactly
how he pictured it. â A vast, dimly lit room with only different colored strobe lights lighting up the place, a bar on one side where alcohol of every kind is displayed on the shelves behind it and some plush couches on the other side for people to sit.
A DJ booth where a huge led screen is behind it and in the middle, is a large dance floor where people crowded and danced as the DJ dropped the beats.
âWhat do you think?â Jungkook asks from beside him, making Taehyung look to find the elder male looking at him wearily.
âToo much?â
Taehyung smiles at him reassuringly and squeezes his hand. âNo. Itâs okay.â he replies. âItâs just new, but not something Iâd say no to.â
Jungkook nods, corner of his lips twisting up before he pulls him to the direction of the couches.
And as they make their way there, Taehyung could not help but notice a few lingering looks in their direction. Not that he blames them because Jungkook looks⌠heavenly, to say the least. But he couldnât help but notice that he, too, was receiving the stares and not just from
women but men too. One of them even winked at him suggestively when Taehyung caught their eye, making him look away to stare at the floor and focus on the hand that was gripping his own.
Soon, he and Jungkook are seated on one of the white couches located on the side.
A seat that was reserved for them, actually, since as soon as he and Jungkook arrived, one of the servers dressed in skimpy clothing, points them to it and takes the reserved sign away.
âAre you some kind of VIP?â Taehyung asks, getting comfortable in his seat and looking down
on the menu.
âLike I said, I have Godâs best angel with me,â Jungkook replies with a smile as he looks down on his menu. âSo want to get some drinks or do you want to dance?â
Taehyung looks at the crowded dance floor and frowns.
He thinks heâs gonna need a drink (or five) before he can work up the courage to do his dance moves in public.
âDrinks it is, then.â Jungkook laughs, standing up to go to the bar on the other side. âAnything you like? My treat.â
âNothing too strong please,â Taehyung replies, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable at the thought of being left alone. âAnd not beer. I donât really like the taste.â
âOkay, I got you.â Jungkook nods before he squeezes himself through the litany of dancing bodies in the middle
to buy them both drinks and leaving Taehyung alone to entertain himself.
He chooses that time to survey his surroundings and to go people watching. Eyes finding their way to the dancefloor to look at people dancing with their partners.
Men dancing with women, women dancing with women, and men dancing with men blissfully. Unjudged. Something thatâs so refreshing in Taehyungâs eyes since if this were to happen in church, heâs sure theyâd get at least ten eye rolls.
And actually, the more he stares at the dancefloor, the more he notices that the men dancing with other men ratio the other pairs more. Something that had Taehyung raising an eyebrow in suspicion before a flash of glitter catches his eyes
and he finds himself looking at a handsome waiter, dressed in a sequin dress, holding up a tray and setting some drinks down on the table. Smiling at his patrons with his lipstick smudged lips.
Taehyung is not one to judge. Honest heâs not.
But he canât help but stare with his mouth agape, more out of awe than anything else, as he follows the waiter around with a laser gaze. Strutting confidently and head held up high and no oneâ absolutely no one doing a double take, which makes it twice as more spectacular.
He begins to connect the dots slowly as he takes all his observations in. Scanning the area one more time until he finally finds that one thing to confirm his suspicions. The one thing being the strip poles located next to the DJ booth where people, correction: /men,/ were
dancing and twirling around as a crowd of men cheered and threw bills at them.
Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
And as if Taehyung needed any more proof, a guy around his age sits next to him on the couch and shoots him a wide smile that has Taehyung moving away from him slowly.
âHey,â the guy says. Tone flirty. âYou new around here?â
Taehyung thinks he looks like a fish out of water due to the number of times he opened and closed his mouth at the lack of anything to say.
Flustered that some guy, other than the twins, would approach him and show him their interest. /Interest for him,/ that is.
âI- I, uh,â Taehyung stutters, feeling his hands begin to sweat. âI-â
âBack off. Heâs my date.â Jungkook suddenly appears, holding up their drinks and frowning at the male sitting next to Taehyung. âFind someone else.â
The guy only sighs disappointedly and stands to walk away. Completely unperturbed at the idea that theyâ two menâ
were out on a date.
Sure it may be common for others, but for a church boy like him? He feels like Jungkook brought him to another dimension. A good one where everyone is seen as equal. A dimension where youâre free to be who you are and be with whoever you want to be with.
Taehyung kind of wants to stay there.
âSorry about that,â Jungkook says, setting their drinks down on the table and sliding a tall glass filled with blue liquid in Taehyungâs direction.
âI forgot to say that people are like vultures here. The moment they see you alone, they pounce.â
Taehyung, still a little mind blown at everything heâs witnessed in the past ten minutes, responds by taking a huge swig from the drink that Jungkook bought for him.
Surprisingly liking the zesty and tangy taste that overpowers the bitterness of the alcohol itâs mixed with.
âGuess youâre thirsty.â he hears Jungkook say as he puts his drink down on the table, and finds it half empty already.
Taehyung turns to look at him with wide, accusing eyes. âJungkook,â he says, his frown looking more like a pout than anything else.
Jungkook chuckles at him. âWhat?â he asks
Taehyung leans close to him, gesturing for him to come close so he could whisper something in his ear, to which the other obliges with a fond snort.
âAre we in a gay club?â he whispers.
Jungkook laughs and pulls away from him as he shakes his head. âYou donât have to whisper it, Tae.â he grins. âThereâs nothing wrong with it.â
âYou havenât answered my question!â Taehyung whines. âAre we?â
Jungkook smirks at him devilishly, before he nods. âYeah,â he confirms. âWeâre in a gay club.â
Taehyung downs his drink again. âOh god,â he murmurs, making Jungkook chuckle and reach to hold his hand.
âDonât worry about it, Tae,â Jungkook tells him reassuringly.
âThis place is pretty far so no one from Uni will see us here plus Iâm sure none of these people go to church, so youâre good.â
Taehyung is pretty sure that no goes to church here too, thanks.
âItâs not that,â he tells him.
âIâm just surprised, but I promise itâs not in a negative way or anything. Iâm just so new to all this and it all feels so surreal to be here.â
âWell take it slow, baby,â Jungkook scolds him gently. âEspecially on the drinks. Thatâs strong stuff you gulped there.â
âSorry.â Taehyung blushes, licking his lips. âIâm just, I donât know, a bit excited and a bit scared I guess. I mean, did you see that guy wearing a dress? No one blinked and I thought heâs gorgeous!â
Jungkook snorts at him, shooting him a smile that causes his nose to scrunch.
âIâm a little biased cause I think youâre the most gorgeous here, Tae,â he tells him unashamedly. âBut yeah, heâs pretty too I guess.â
Taehyung scoffs. âDid you not see him?â
âI did.â Jungkook shrugs as he takes his bottle of beer and drinks. âBut my attention is on you.â
Jungkook really really needs to stop turning him into a pink cloud of flustered smoke due to his forward responses. But also, Taehyung kinda maybe doesnât want him to stop at the same time.
âIâm just amazed by him, thatâs all.â he tells him.
Starting to feel the alcohol he inhaled earlier begin to cloud his thoughts due to how fast he drank it. âThis isnât really the type of thing I see everyday or even on rare days.â
âAnd thatâs fine,â Jungkook replies. âIâm not judging you or anything.
Itâs actually a bit endearing. Iâm just not interested in looking at anyone else. Thatâs all.â
He wishes his glass would magically refill somehow, because Jungkook is on a mission to make him evaporate into nothingness before the end of their date.
âAnyway,â Jungkook says after he downs his drink in one go and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âWanna dance?â
Taehyung looks from him to the crowded dance floor uncertainly, not too comfortable yet with these types of crowds despite the pleasant buzz heâs sporting
due to the alcohol and the clubâs seemingly carefree and nonjudgmental vibe going.
He canât explain it. It sounds silly to worry about something that seems non-existent in this universe. But growing up with eyes always on him, waiting for him to mess up, makes him afraid still.
Of course, Jungkook seems to understand and shoots him a reassuring smile. âDonât worry, Tae.â he says in a gentle tone, scooting close to him and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. âYouâre safe here. Youâre safe with me.â
His safe place, he thinks.
Not a place. A congregation. Or a religion. But a person.
Jungkook.
The thought alone comforts him in more ways than one, and itâs enough to give him the strength to nod at him albeit hesitantly, causing Jungkook to smile before he stands
and pulls him into the direction of the dancefloor.
They squeeze through the crowd together. Jungkookâs hand not leaving his waist despite the bodies that were bumping against them until they reach the middle and Jungkook turns to face him, a wide grin on his face
and begins to sway along to the music.
Grabbing Taehyungâs hands and playfully making him sway with him, causing Taehyung to laugh and mimic his moves. Going with the flow and convincing himself to stop overthinking. Experimentally copying the way Jungkook is moving his hips
and stepping side to side but still feeling a bit self conscious at the people around him.
As if sensing his reluctance, Jungkook lets go of his hands and begins to pull off the most ridiculous dance moves ever, making Taehyung laugh at him and causing everyone nearby to look
to look at him and cheer him on with happy whistles and screams. One of them even joined Jungkook in twerking in the middle.
It effectively kicks up Taehyungâs confidence a notch and he starts to move less consciously and rolls his hips from side to side while Jungkook does
an impressive breakdance in the middle of the dancefloor.
One of the guys next to him turns to him and dances with him from a respectable distance. Itâs more friendly than anything else, encouraging too. And before Taehyung knows it, thereâs a group of people dancing
surrounding him. Laughing and playfully swaying along with him until Taehyung finally forgets about his worries and dances with unmeasured steps, going along with the music and not shying away anymore from looks thrown his way since he knows that those looks arenât judging,
but supportive. Welcoming.
Jungkook is still dancing away close to him. He can feel his intense eyes on him. Ready to come to his defense if anyone oversteps. Securing his safety as promised.
But thereâs also fondness there and pride. He looks so genuinely happy to see him enjoy and let loose.
And Taehyung canât help but wonder where someone can find a person like Jungkook?
Whoâs ready to make a fool of himself and steal the crowdâs attention just to make you feel more comfortable? Whoâs happy to see you win the smallest of battles as if he won himself? He thinks itâs hard to come across someone like him.
âYour boyfriend is really sweet,â someone whispers to him. Again, non judgemental. Like itâs normal for boys to be in a relationship with boys. Itâs so refreshing. Itâs so comforting. âYouâre lucky.â
And he is. Heâs very lucky to have caught the attention of someone like him. Heâs lucky that out of everyone he could have discovered this part of himselfâ it was with the twins.
âThanks,â he replies mindlessly. Too busy smiling widely while
watching Jungkook approach him with a grin of his own and doing a funny rendition of the robot dance.
âPlease donât make me regret coming with you!â Taehyung laughs as he lightly shoves Jungkook on the shoulder when the latter tries to hold his hands. âYouâre the worst!â
âIâm the best dancer here! Admit it!â Jungkook says, turning him around and hugging him around the waist. Making Taehyung blush yet again. Hot puff of smoke and all.
âNever!â he replies under his breath, looking at him from over his shoulder,
still grinning despite the heat in his cheeks.
Jungkook huffs. He can feel his breath hit the side of his neck, making goosebumps erupt from it, before he leans in to whisper at the shell of his ear. Feeling his arms entangle tightly around his waist.
âItâs okay,â he mutters under his breath. âIt was worth making a fool of myself to see you happy like this anyway.â
Taehyung is just feeling too much and is experiencing new things at once. Heâs overwhelmed in the best way possible, and itâs all thanks to Jungkook.
He always thought that falling in love was a falling in the literal sense. Spiraling down until you wait for it to hit. But to Taehyung it was the opposite. It felt like floating. It feels like youâre light as air and is one with clouds.
No burdens, no weight on his shoulders. No nothing.
It feels like heâs free.
Something he hasnât gotten the chance to experience.
Until now, that is.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
Taehyung is busy.
Well actually, thatâs an understatement.
Rewind.
Taehyung has his hands full. Heâs under a mountain of pending things that he has to do that all have nearing deadlines, and even after he checks off an item in his to-do list, two more things add up to it
and heâs stressed to say the very least.
As the christian clubâs secretary, and of course as the pastorâs son, Taehyung was tasked to do a couple things for the upcoming talent show thatâs in just a few days. From getting the stage set up, ordering consolation prizes for those
who joined the show, selling tickets and promoting it, and so on. Plus heâs also trying to keep up with his classes to make sure he maintains his grades, so that has been quite lovely too. (Not.)
So yes, Taehyung is busier than the devil itself it seems and
the only reason why he hasnât dropped dead or lost his mind over the course of the last couple of days is because of the twins.
The twins who have always been there to remind him to take a break. Sometimes itâs just one of them, sometimes itâs both,
but theyâve been consistent ever since Taehyungâs hellish week has begun, and he has a suspicion that the two of them have made some sort of agreement to make sure that heâs cared for. Something that always triggers the butterflies in his stomach
and has his smiling silly when heâd see one or both of them during lunch or dinner to make sure he eats, or when heâd see them waiting for him outside his last class or after his club meetings so they could walk him back to the dorms (no matter how late it is) and so on.
And despite his busy schedule, they somehow find the time to go out on dates. Whether itâs a quick trip to the ice cream parlor or a study date. Quick breathers, they called it. Something he didnât know he needed until the twins.
Itâs all so sweet and he appreciates them a lot for it. He thinks that itâs nice to have someoneâ someones to lean on when things get rough and to take care of him when he forgets how to. A quick breather to help him unwind in the midst of chaos
and to just feel free from his responsibilities.
And the more they go out, the more he falls, or rather, floats in love. Something that scares him in a good and bad way.
Good, because itâs the twins. They havenât given him a single reason to think that itâs bad or wrong
even when people (Read: the church) would say otherwise. Theyâre just two people, well three, trying to show their concern for each other and be good to one another.
The twins have just been so good to him and so patient, and sometimes Taehyung wonders what he did to deserve
it when he could hardly show the affection back due to his busy and closeted lifestyle but they donât ask for anything in return. They just show give and give, and itâs all heart fluttering. It makes him feel really special. And loved.
And bad because, well theyâre brothers. Twin brothers. Taehyung, as much as he tries to convince himself to start thinking things through and pick one so as not to lead the other on, feels conflicted. Heâs fallingâ floating for them both equally. They may be different in more
ways than one but the way they make him feel is the same, but at the same time, he really doesnât want to come in between them when the time comes for him to make a choice.
Again, Taehyung does not believe that love should not be possessive.
He is never the jealous type because he believes love comes with trust and whatever that is meant for you will be yours in the end. That youâre not gonna lose anything or anyone that God made for you. But at the same time, whenever he thinks of choosing,
of letting one of them go, he gets this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He knows itâs selfish to keep hanging on and to let things escalate into something more serious that can cause heartbreaks, but how can he decide when both of them make him so happy?
Plus choosing feels like breaking his heart too. Maybe three since the twins, despite their banters, were close.
Itâs all so unfair and it feels like a test from the heavens, or maybe hell, but at this point Taehyung just wants to wait and see how things play out.
Hopefully it ends with no broken hearts or sticky situations, however that will turn out.
For the meantime, he has his busyness to attend to and has his hands full with the upcoming talent show that seems to have become a trending thing throughout campus.
It seems that having a certain set of twins partaking in the show, among their other popular contestants, brought a lot of attention to it, making their tickets sell fast. Something he was grateful for, but still, it gets a bit tiring.
Itâs well into the afternoon already
so thankfully it hasnât been too busy compared to the days before. Heâs currently at the universityâs auditorium with the rest of the christian club doing some last minute preparations for the talent show that weekend.
His club members were busy setting up the stage and putting up decorations around while Taehyung was seated behind a table by the door, manning the ticket selling booth for the show while also completing an essay thatâs due that evening for one of his classes.
The corridors
were mostly empty, save for one or two students running to go to their next class, except for Taehyung and the sound of him typing onto his laptop and flicking through the textbook he has next to him until a shadow suddenly appears over Taehyungâs table, making him look up.
He plasters a smile on his face, ready to attend to whoever it is and finds Seolhyun and Somi standing in front of him. Somi has her arms crossed, looking tired and hair pulled up into a bun while Seolhyun is smiling down at Taehyung, pink strands of her bob braided
and holding up a flier for the talent show in her hands.
âOh hey guys!â Taehyung greets politely, setting his laptop to the side and nodding at the both of them. âItâs nice to see you again. Itâs been awhile.â
âHey Taehyung-ssi!â Seolhyun replies with a grin.
âItâs nice to see you too. How are you?â
Taehyung shrugs. âIâve been a little busy but Iâm good,â he says. âHow about you?â
âIâm great, thanks! And yeah, I could see that you are.â Seolhyun gestures to his laptop and book on the table.
âGuess that explains why Jimin has been in a pouty mood.â
Taehyung chuckles. Though, he feels a little guilty for not hanging out with Jimin as often as before except on Sundays when they have to go to church due to both their busy schedules. (And two lovers)
âYeah, I guess,â he replies lightly. âThough, I should be done with most of my workload after the talent show so hopefully I can see more of you and the others.â
âThatâs good.â Seolhyun nods, gripping the flier in her hands and shooting Taehyung a hesitant look that has the
latter feeling a little curious. âSo, I actually came here to ask you something, Tae. Hope weâre not bothering you or anything.â
âNo, not really,â Taehyung replies, smiling at Somi who has just been watching them converse with arms crossed. âWhat did you want to talk about?â
âWellâŚâ Seolhyun trails off, tucking her braid behind her ear.
âSeolhyun wanted to ask if thereâs still a spot left to join the competition,â Somi suffices for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. âAnd we heard youâre, like, one of the coordinators or something?â
âUh yeah.â Taehyung gulps. Feeling uneasy. âI am.â
âYeah and,â Seolhyun says slowly. âI only heard about the contest from Guk and Kook when I saw them practicing at theirs yesterday and they mentioned there was a cash prize?â
âYup, there is,â Taehyung replies, lips slightly pursing cause he knows where this is going and he really hates disappointing anyone.
Seolhyun nods at him, pursing her lips. âUh, donât take this the wrong way, Tae. Iâm not trying to emotionally blackmail you or anything,
Iâm just trying to explain,â she says slowly, scratching the side of her neck. âYou see, my Appa was laid off from work a month ago, so Iâve been trying to pay for my own stuff since, which kind of explains why I didnât hear about the contest till recently since I go to my part
time jobs after classes, so I was wondering if thereâs a slim chance that I can still join?
Taehyung licks his lips, nodding at her in understanding. âOh, I see,â he says slowly, pushing his hair over his forehead and shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
Again, he really hates disappointing anyone and hearing Seolhyunâs reasons for wanting to join makes him empathize with her.
âUh actually, Seol, all our slots were full since last week,â he tells her apologetically. âWeâre running on a time limit so I donât, uhm, thinkââ
âOh, donât feel pressured, Tae!â Seolhyun says, waving her hands at him. âI understand if itâs not possible. I was just shooting my shot, and well, I guess I missed so thatâs alright.â
Her tone is understanding and sweet, however thereâs a tinge of disappointment there
that Taehyung didnât fail to miss, making him feel a bit sorry for her.
âIâm sorry, Seol,â he says with a sad smile. âI wish I could do something about it. Really. Iâm sorry to hear about your situation too.â
âNo worries, Tae.â Seolhyun sighs, still smiling.
âBut thank you for hearing me out, at least.â
âIf someone drops out at the last minute, Iâll call you immediately, or Iâll let Jimin know or something since I donât have your number,â Taehyung says comfortingly, still feeling sad about disappointing her.
Seolhyun giggles. âIs this your way of asking me for my phone number, Taehyung-ah?â she teases, pulling her phone out and fluttering her eyes at him playfully. âGeez, Tae. All you had to do was ask!â
Taehyung blushes, a grimace appearing on his lips, making Somi snort at him amusedly. âYou donât have to hide your excitement, Tae.â Somi laughs, shaking her head at him.
âNah, itâs cool.â Seolhyun grins, handing Taehyung her phone.
âI heard you got a date with some church girl from Jimin so I get it. You deserve someone as pure as youâ
Taehyungâs eyes widened.
Shit.
âO-oh?â he says nervously, grabbing her phone and entering his number as he bites his bottom lip. âUh, when did he tell you guys?â
âLast saturday,â Somi says as she fixes her hair bun. âWe were at the frat house and he mentioned it when we were drinking.â
Double shit.
âOh.â Taehyung slumps, handing Seolhyun her phone back as he thinks back on what he did the past weekend.
He remembers going out with Jungkook that night. They went to the arcade after eating at a fast food restaurant until it was late into the night. As far as he recalls, Jeongguk couldnât come with them because he was finishing an assignment.
Still, thereâs a chance that Jeongguk was there with them. And if Jeongguk knows, itâs likely that Jungkook knows too, and the last thing that Taehyung wanted to do was be dishonest with them since theyâve been so kind and thoughtful to him the past couple of days.
But then again, he saw both the twins the days before and none of them mentioned it, so itâs possible that they donât either. Still, it makes his tummy churn and it reminds him to be honest with them about whatâs happening to avoid any misunderstandings.
âAnyway,â Somi says,
hooking her arm around Seolhyun. âThanks for the time, Tae.â
âYeah,â Seolhyun says, nodding at him. The both of them completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. âThanks Tae, see you around!â
âSee you,â he mumbles with a weak smile, waving at them as they head out.
Once theyâre out of sight, Taehyung sighs and slumps down on the table. Feeling his temples throb due to the reminder of his complicated situation. Heâs thought of telling the twins about Suji a handful of times in the past and even attempted to do it while theyâre out together,
but every time he tries, a web of doubts suddenly fills his chest and he always chickens out at the last second and tells himself that heâll do it some other time instead.
But it seems time was an impatient thing and it has caught up with him. âGod,â he mumbles.
âYou shouldnât use the lordâs name in vain, Taehyung-ah.â a teasing voice says, making Taehyung sit up and look at the source of it. Jungkook is there with a handsome grin, holding up two cups in his hands, wearing some loose shorts and a shirt with the sleeves cut out
and with his biceps in full view âThatâs a sin.â
Youâre a sin, he wants to say but only sighs and perches his chin on his palm. âIâll go to confession on Sunday.â he replies dryly, making Jungkook snort and take the seat next to him. Passing him one of the cups.
âYou can confess to me if you want,â Jungkook grins, turning to look at him. âI liked being called the alternative version of father too, you know.â
Taehyung blushes as he smacks the elderâs bicep with the sound of the resonating slap echoing throughout the hallways,
with Jungkookâs laughter mixing with it. âBehave!â Taehyung scolds, pointing a finger at him.
Jungkook smirks. âWhat?â he says. âItâs true. I like being called daââ
âKookie!â Taehyung whines, scrunching his eyebrows at him.
The other sighs at him. âFine, fine, Iâll stop but quit calling me that.â he grimaces. âYou make it sound like Iâm a puppy.â
Taehyung giggles. âBut you kinda are one.â he smiles, reaching to card some fingers over his bangs to push it out of his face.
âYour bangs are getting long. Arenât you gonna get that trimmed?â
Jungkook shrugs. âIâm thinking of growing it out like Ggukâs,â he says, leaning back on his chair. âBut with an undercut. What do you think?â
He doesnât need to be even more attractive, he thinks
. But at the same time, he isnât appalled by the idea. âIâm sure itâll look good,â he replies. âThat way I can braid it too during your football practice.â
Jungkook frowns. âNo thanks. Iâm fine with the sprout hairdo,â he says.
âSuit yourself. You look way more puppier that way anyway,â Taehyung teases.
The other snorts. âAnyway, enough about puppies,â he says. âWhy you suddenly calling God?â
âNothing,â Taehyung answers automatically. Starting to remember that conversation earlier with Seol and Somi.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. âDonât lie,â he says. âIt didnât look like nothing to me, so spill.â
Taehyung licks his lips, looking everywhere except Jungkook as he tries to summon some courage to try and tell him about that date he has to go on with Suji.
But he comes up with nothing, and bites his lips, going for something else instead.
âItâs justââ he gulps. âWell, uh, Seol and Somi were here a few minutes ago.â
âOh?â Jungkook asks, looking at him. âWhat did they want?â
Taehyung fidgets in his seat. âUh, Seol was asking if she could join the talent show,â he says. âShe says she got the memo late and was hoping she could do a last minute sign up to try and win the prize money, but...â
Jungkook nods at him understandingly.
âOh right, I heard about her money struggles lately,â he says empathetically. âIâm guessing youâre feeling guilty cause you had to say no?â
Taehyung sighs. âYeah,â he replies. âI wish there was a way for me to help her out or something.â
Jungkook reaches to squeeze his shoulder in comfort, smiling at him. âDonât feel guilty,â he tells him. âLook. It isnât your fault. Iâm pretty sure Seol knows that too so stop putting unnecessary baggage on your shoulders, Tae. Your plate is full as it is.â
âI know.â Taehyung smiles sadly. âBut I wish I could help her. Thatâs all.â
Jungkook smiles back at him. âI know you do, Angel.â he tells him gently, rubbing his back affectionately. âItâs why Iâm starting to fââ he shakes his head, cheeks turning a tinge of pink
as he licks his lips.
Taehyung is glad that Jungkook isnât looking because heâs pretty sure he has a stupid smile on his face at the thought of what he was about to say, about what he was about to confess. But at the same time, heâs glad he retracted his statement
because he might confess back and he doesnât want to just yet, since he also feels the same way for Jungkookâs brother.
âUh anyway.â Jungkook clears his throat, sitting up straight. âI think I might have a solution for you.â
Taehyung raises an eyebrow. âOh? And what is it?â
âIâll give Seol my slot.â Jungkook says, not at all disappointed or perturbed, making Taehyungâs eyes widen.
âWhat? Donât be silly, Kook,â he says. âYouâre the first person who signed up even before everyone else did and I heard youâve been practicing since then.
I wonât let you drop out.â
âItâs fine.â Jungkook shrugs. âI mean, Seol needs it more than me anyway so itâs no big deal.â
âButââ
âAnd Iâm trying it this whole being selfless thing,â Jungkook interrupts, shooting Taehyung a smile.
âIâve been around good company lately and I gotta admit, theyâre rubbing off on me a little.â
Butterflies. Butterflies. And more butterflies.
Taehyung honestly has the urge to kiss him or something due to how thoughtful heâs being.
It may seem like itâs nothing to some but over the last couple of weeks heâs been with the twins, Taehyung has come to know how competitive they areâ especially with each other. Theyâre not the type to easily back out of a challenge,
plus the two of them have been talking shit with each other about the show for days.
So Jungkook easily letting his spot go for someone else who needs it more is a huge gesture. And to do it so willingly and easily? It was nice to know he was able to be a good influence to them.
âThank you, Kookie.â Taehyung smiles at him appreciatively. âIâm sure Seol would appreciate it.â
âNo problem,â Jungkook grins at him handsomely. Not annoyed by the nickname. âAnything for you, Angel.â
Taehyung bites his lips. Again, he could never get used to how the twins make him feel. How tiny gestures and sweet call names could create big thumps inside his chest.
âAnd besides,â Jungkook continues, a smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.
âI could perform for you privately, you know. Iâm not opposed to a one on one show.â
Another loud echoing slap resonates along the hallways.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
Days pass and soon itâs the talent show already.
A buzz of excitement fills the schoolâs auditorium as students and guests fall in line to enter through the doors where an arch made of balloons was displayed. Showing their tickets at the entrance where Taehyung is
since heâs the person tasked to handle crowd management.
Thereâs still thirty minutes before showtime and Taehyung hopes he can finish soon so he can come backstage to wish Jimin and Jeongguk good luck and maybe find Jungkook at the audience so they could watch the show together
but with the number of people still in line, he thinks thatâs highly unlikely, plus he hasnât seen a whiff of Jungkook yet too.
According to the guys at the frat, who were already inside with banners in their hands, Jungkook and Jeongguk came together.
Contestants were granted access three hours before showtime to do some rehearsals to make sure things run smoothly, and as per Hoseok, the twins liked to be with each other to hype the other up when something big like this happens. Something that Taehyung found endearing and cute
to think about since it appears that they werenât just each otherâs arch nemesis, but their personal cheerleaders as well.
He was just thinking of texting them to wish Jeongguk luck and to ask Jungkook where he is when someone taps him on the shoulder, making him look to find
his parentsâ and Suji with them. Suddenly the fondness is replaced by discomfort as Taehyung excuses himself from the person he was about to assist with their ticket, and asks one of his club mates to fill in for him before he walks over to them with slow steps.
âAppa, Eomma,â he bows before turning to Suji. âHey Suji.â
âHey Tae,â Suji greets him with a smile. âItâs nice to see you again.â
âSame here.â he replies, hoping his smile doesnât look like a grimace. âUh, what are you three doing here?â
âWhy else, dear?â his mother chuckles. âWeâre here to support the show.â
âAnd we were hoping to get dinner with you too afterwards,â his father adds. âHope you didnât have plans.â
He does. The boys were going to hold a victory/try again next time party for the twins and Jimin,
plus he was hoping he could finally tell the twins about Suji since they all werenât as busy now, but oh well.
âNo, I should be free after this, Appa,â he replies. âYou might have to wait a bit though since we still have to clean up after this.â
âThatâs fine,â his mother nods. âAnyway, we should let you go back to work. Your club advisor gave us special seats since weâre sponsors.â
âShould we save you a seat?â Suji asks, sounding hopeful.
Taehyung honestly wishes he could learn how to say no, but alas.
âSure.â he mumbles.
âGreat!â Suji beams, grinning at him happily. âSee you later then, Tae.â
âSee you inside, son.â his father says before the three of them head inside using a different entrance and leaving Taehyung to go back to his post by the door with heavy steps.
So much for his plans, he thought with a defeated sigh.
⏠⏠⏠âŹ
Ten minutes before showtime, Taehyung finds himself seated at the front of the audience next to Suji. Sitting silently as he waits for the show to start with legs crossed as he looks at the stage.
The stage is currently dimly lit with only the projectors behind it lighting up showing a backdrop of lists of charities that the all proceeds of the show will go to as well as information as to how to support it, next to some clips and pictures showing the churchâs last donation
drive. Thereâs also some beams lighting up the stage and the sound of soft music, along with the excited chatter from the audience.
He tried to subtly look for a head of dark hair through the crowd in search of Jungkook but since the auditorium was filled to the brim,
some even standing on the sides, he wasnât successful. He reminds himself to send the twins a text to apologize for not being to go to the party later.
âSo do you know anyone whoâs participating?â Suji asks conversationally next to him. Looking at him with a smile.
âYeah, some friends are joining in.â he replies. âJiminâs joining too.â
âOh really?â Sujiâs eyes light up. âIs he going to dance?â
âYep,â Taehyung replies. Suji looks at him intently, seemingly wanting more. He realizes then that heâs kind of being a bit dismissive so he licks
his lips and shrugs. Adding a casual, âI think heâs doing some sort of contemporary dance or something traditional. I tried to ask him for more details but he was secretive about it.â
Suji chuckles at him. âWell, Jimin was always the type to go all out in his performances so
I wouldnât expect any less from him,â she says politely, making Taehyung hum. âAnd you mentioned there are some other friends too?â
âYeah.â Taehyung bites his lips. âSome guys Jimin was friends with that eventually became my friends too.â
âOh cool,â Suji says. âWho are they?â
But before Taehyung could respond, the sound of someone tapping their microphone echoed across the auditorium and the host, the christian clubâs advisorâ Yoona, entered the stage with a wide smile on her face. Microphone at hand making everyone cheer loudly.
âGood evening, everyone!â Yoona greets energetically as the volume of the music increases and as the stage lights up with a golden glow, and the backdrop on the led displays changing into a video of her face. âHowâs everyone doing?â
The crowd cheers at her in response politely, clapping their hands and screaming the names of their friends who joined. Taehyung could make out Jeonggukâs name throughout it, making him smile and thrum with excitement as he listens to
Yoona thank everyone for coming and supporting the show before she begins to introduce the three judges.
The judges were, surprise surprise, members of the church. The first judge was Im Eunha, a retired ballet dancer and one of the heads in the churchâs fundraisers.
She has a kind looking smile on her face as she stands and waves at the crowd, but Taehyung also knows how sheâs a strict disciplinarian. There have been a few instances when she has scolded him and Jimin when they came to one of their drives late and told their parents about it,
earning them another set of sermons.
The second judge is a newscaster and Hoseokâs father, Jung Heechul. Unlike Im Eunha, Hoseokâs father is pretty laid back and was described as a pretty cool guy by Hoseok.
The Jungs werenât as active in church activities compared to Taehyung and Jiminâs family but when it came to fun stuff like this, they could be counted on.
And lastly, the final judge is Somiâs stepdad, Lee Junghyun, who is the churchâs biggest sponsor and who donated the prize
money for tonightâs talent show. Unlike his parents, Taehyung isnât exactly close with Mr. Lee but heâs a seemingly stoic man and he hasnât heard anything bad about him. All he knew was that he remarried a few years ago, he works as a lawyer and is pretty darn quiet because
Taehyung can count with one hand the number of times he said a full sentence during the few times they had dinner together with his family.
After the judges were introduced, Yoona starts to explain the criteria for judging which is fifty points for talent,
twenty for showmanship or confidence, ten for props and costume, ten for audienceâs impact and finally, ten for appropriateness of acts since it was a church conducted event. Taehyung hopes Jeongguk didnât go through with Lady Gaga cause heâs pretty sure heâs going to get
an instant ten wiped out of his scoresheet.
Taehyung starts to buzz with excitement just like the rest of the crowd as Yoona finishes and asks the crowd if they were ready for the first contender, clapping as hard as he can and whistling along when Yoona announces an excited,
âFirst up on the stage with his mesmerizing dance moves is Park Jimin!â
He could hear voices that sound so much like Yoongi and Hoseok from behind him yelling Jiminâs name out loud, making Taehyung smile secretly as he watches the stage dim and a shadow enters the middle of it
and waits for the music to start.
The audience, along with Taehyung, waits with bated breaths until the sound of soft piano music fills the auditorium and white light shines on the stage to reveal Jimin in the middle of it, wearing a white suit with a long cloth dangling from
the front. Eyes intense as he walks along the music and begins his routine.
Taehyungâs hands are red from clapping as Jimin finishes his routine, standing up and whistling as his friends run up to center stage. Bright grin plastered on his face as he bows at the audience and at the judges before he heads backstage.
This isnât the first time he has seen Jimin dance but it always feels like it is. Jimin always manages to bring something fresh, something bewitching whenever he comes on stage and it never fails to steal Taehyungâs breath away.
This performance particularly was so clean and expertly executed. It seems that formally studying dance in University is paying off.
Something that makes Taehyung a bit envious but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. Choosing to be happy for his friend instead.
âWasnât that beautiful, everyone!â Yoona says, looking at the crowd with awe in her eyes as she returns to the stage. âEveryone, please give another round of applause for Park Jimin!â
The crowd replies with loud cheers and applause, Yoongi and Hoseok the loudest.
Taehyung tries to compete but itâs two against one so he lets Jiminâs lovers have this one. For now, he thought with a smile.
âOkay, so our next performance features a self composed declamation piece from one of our acting majors,â Yoona says into her microphone next excitedly.
âEveryone please give a round of applause to Jang Seolhyun!â
Taehyung claps along with the crowd, praying for her success quietly as he watches the stage dim once again after Yoona climbs off of it, followed by Seolhyun walking up to the middle of it wearing a long flowy dress
with a flower crown perched on her head, a mic attached to her face to allow her to use both hands. Itâs quiet save for the sound of quiet mutters as they all waited for Seolhyun to begin.
Suddenly the sound of something booming echoes throughout the room,
followed by Seolhyun saying, âI am about to make a world.â in a deep serious tone. No trace of her usually bubbly persona could be found as darkness surrounds her. âThatâs what God said when he stepped into space and saw the darkness of hundred midnights converging into one.â
âLet there be light.â Seolhyun says, and as soon as the words escape her lips, light floods the stage. Revealing her in the middle with her pink highlights and bob styled neatly and hands outstretched, acting like she summoned light into her stage.
Taehyung is completely enamored by Seolhyunâs performance; at the way she delivers her lines and acts out these small yet impactful gestures with her hands and body, with the sound effects and lights making everything better. Like theyâre watching creation itself.
Once Seolhyun is done delivering her declaration and is bowing at the audience with a smile on her face, everyone is standing up and is giving her a respectable round of applause.
The talent show continues from there. After Seolhyun completes her performance, Jungkookâs friend,
Yugyeom and his band comes on stage and sings a rock version of some eighties song. After that was some guy that Taehyung hadn't met before who did a magic trick where he approaches the judges and makes them pick a card for him to guess, and so on.
Taehyung finds himself at the edge of his seat as he waits for Jeonggukâs performance which was the last one, anticipation building up more and more since he heard from Jimin that Jeonggukâs performance was one of the best. The rest of the performances were great already so
he could only imagine what Jeonggukâs performance was. All he knows is that heâs dancing and that he has been practicing hard.
The second to the last performance finally ends with a polite round of applause as they exit out of stage, making Taehyung sit up straight and bite his
lips in excitement as Yoona returns to the stage with her microphone and complimenting the last performance as usual.
âAlright so weâre down to our last performance, everyone,â Yoona says into her microphone with a knowing smile on her face.
The audience erupts with loud roaring screams and applause even before Yoona can finish her sentence, since everyone knew that it was Jeongguk. (Taehyung included but he tried to be subtle about it since heâs sitting next to his supposed date and his parents)
âWoah, it looks like everyone is excited!â Yoona laughs into her microphone. âOkay okay, I wonât take long. Geez, do I even have to introduce our next performance? Looks like you know who it is already! Anyway, give it up for our last performanceâ the Jeon twins!â
The Jeon what?
Taehyung pauses mid clap as he stares at the stage thatâs beginning to dim as he registers what Yoona said. He barely hears Suji ask him if heâs alright beside him since heâs reeling at the fact that the twins decided to work together for once.
Not that it wasnât unheard of since they were co captains of the football team but it was a rare occurrence outside the field indeed.
He couldnât decide which was louder. The cheers inside the room or the sound of his booming heart. He thinks itâs the latter,
as he sees twin shadows walk towards the center stage and stands side by side as they wait for the cue to start.
And soon the sound of low tempo music starts to echo throughout the auditorium the same time the stage lights up in red light,
revealing Jeongguk whoâs wearing a red acid washed long coat and matching pants with a leopard printed shirt underneath with a few buttons undone and Jungkook in full black leather with metal studs.
Both with predatory looks on their faces as they walk to the front of the stage together, stealing Taehyungâs breath.
The crowd doesnât stop cheering as Jeongguk and Jungkook make it at the edge of stage, neither does Taehyungâs heart palpitations as they both start to dance some intricate routine in sync.
The performance is nothing but erotic to say the least. With Jeongguk and Jungkook singing and dancing, rubbing their meaty thighs and drool worthy body rolls. Taehyung is trying his very best not to look like heâs in need of air
and is praying that his parents and Suji wasnât looking his way.
But luck wasnât on his side.
âYou okay, Tae?â Suji asks, scrunching her eyebrows at him as she puts a hand over his arm. âYou look pale.â
âIâm good,â Taehyung mumbles with a tight lipped smile, closing his thighs together to hide the growing arousal underneath his slacks.
Suji gives him a quizzical look, but thankfully, she doesnât ask any more questions and proceeds to return her attention back to the stage
where the twins were dragging a hand over their thighs before pulling their shirt open to reveal more of their chest.
Taehyung gulps. Despite their performance only running for not more than two minutes, it felt like time was frozen. Like the universe was purposely making time run at a turtleâs pace to make Taehyungâs suffering (and pleasure) last longer.
It was honestly like living in two worlds. Like he was watching temptation tease him right before his very eyes and he couldnât even do anything about it since his guardians were nearby.
Soon the twins end their performance
with some final dance moves and finalizing it as they knelt on the stage, facing each other. Both catching their breaths and sweat dripping down from their bodies, making the crowd go wild like a pack of escaped zoo animals. (Not that Taehyung can blame them.)
The twins stand in unison once the stage lights up, turning to look at the crowd and bowing at them with happy smiles on their faces.
Taehyung catches their eyes after their bow, and he swearsâ Taehyung swears on the cross that heâs going to smack them senseless after the show
cause they both winked in his direction, making him blush furiously and Suji to look at him with an eyebrow raised.
âDo you know them?â she asks curiously, head tilted to the side. âAre they the friends youâre talking about?â
âUh yeah,â Taehyung mutters. Thankfully his voice didnât crack. âTheyâre my friends.â
Suji hums at him in understanding. Though thereâs a shadow of curiosity falling over her face as she turns to look at the stage where the twins were already heading backstage.
Taehyung sighs deeply. Checking the time to see if he can go backstage and talk to the twins since he wonât get as much time later on due to his tasks as the member of the club and since heâs having dinner with his parentsâ and Suji later.
He tells Suji that heâs going backstage to go check if the prizes and awards were ready, making her nod at him before he saunters off into the direction of the twins.
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