Alpha Taehyung and beta Yoongi have hated each other ever since day 1 of trying to win Jimin's heartâthe diamond omega of the season
It's horrible when the enemies are checked into the same room with only one bed...and it's even worse that their attraction has rapidly shifted from the diamond omega, to each other.
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âI, for sure, thought you would give me a sarcastic remark, Yoongi. But are you, really?â
âI, what?â
âProud of me?â
With a small smile, Yoongi replied, âAlways.â
(read on ao3 here)
Even before Ms. Son could knock on his door to inform him of a guest downstairs, Yoongi could already tell that it was Taehyung from his hurried footsteps. Yoongi turned on his stool, expecting Taehyung to burst into his room like the boy Yoongi had remembered him to be. Instead, he heard a knock first, but before Yoongi could answer, Taehyung had already opened the door, his wide, charming grin plastered on his face.
Yoongi could not help but mirror Taehyungâs expression; his lips seemed to stretch on their own without Yoongi even realizing. He stood up, stretching his hand outwards to shake Taehyungâs hand, only for him to be enveloped into a warm embrace.
Yoongi was never fond of hugging, as he never knew what to do with his hands but with Taehyung, he found himself embracing the boy back, hands softly clutching onto Taehyungâs coat as he inhaled Taehyungâs scent. Taehyung had grown slightly taller and admittedly, bigger than him since theyâve last met, much to his disdain.
Slightly embarrassed, Yoongi pulled away and reached out to tousle Taehyungâs curls. âAnd I to you, Taehyung. I see that Paris had been treating you well,â beamed Yoongi.
Taehyung let out a hearty chuckle, putting his hands into the pocket of his coat as he shrugged. âWonderful country, but I would very much rather be here with you.â
Yoongi felt his heart stutter in his chest at the words Taehyung so shamelessly utter. How could a boy say those words so boldly to another boy? But this was Taehyung, who had always worn his heart on his sleeve, whose face never betray any emotions.
âHundreds of sunsets in Paris and youâd still rather be in this lonely town with me? A jester, you are, Taehyung,â laughed Yoongi, and he missed the way Taehyungâs expression changed.
âI made Sowon purchase tickets for the opera tonight. For two. Would you be so kind to accompany me like the old times, Yoongi?â asked Taehyung as he took out two familiar green tickets from the coat of his pocket.
âIt would be my pleasure.â
      They were seated in one of the balcony booths, a place that Taehyung have always wanted to secure from the first moment they stepped foot inside the theatre. Yoongi had given Taehyung a knowing smile when they were guided to their booth, and Taehyung replied with a playful grin.
Once they have seated, Taehyung leaned in to whisper, âIâve sold twenty paintings for this moment, Yoongi. Are you proud of me?â
Yoongi placed a hand in front of his lips to stop himself from letting out a giggle before he replied, âI do. Donât you read any of my letters, Taehyung? Iâve always known you are made to be a painter, after all.â
Yoongi could see the peach colouring Taehyungâs honey cheeks, and there was a surprise look on Taehyungâs face.
âI, for sure, thought you would give me a sarcastic remark, Yoongi. But are you, really?â
âI, what?â
âProud of me?â
With a small smile, Yoongi replied, âAlways.â
    Yoongi had watched A Gentle Sin countless of times, and it was the first play that he and Taehyung had watched together. To say that Yoongi was familiar with the opera would be an understatement, but no matter how many times he had attended, he would always find a new detail in the play that he would grow to love.
A forbidden love story between two star-crossed lovers; a mortal and an immortal who only walks at night. Romance was only enjoyable to Yoongi if it had done right, and A Gentle Sin never failed to tug at his heartstrings.
He and Taehyung would discuss every play they have watched together on their way home, which was curious to Yoongi as to why he found Taehyungâs gaze kept on lingering to him during the play.
There was a small voice in Yoongiâs head that was feeding him thoughts he prayed to not be true, and he tried to drown it by focusing on the play instead. He convinced himself that Taehyung was simply bored but did not wish to interrupt Yoongi, thus the lingering gazes.
    If it werenât for Yoongiâs insistence to converse about the play, the walk back home would be eerily silent which would be very unlike Taehyung, for it was always Taehyung who would prattle on and on about every tiny new detail that he had spotted during the play. This time, however, it was Yoongi who carried the conversation.
Taehyung only watched as Yoongi excitedly describe in detail, his eyes never leaving Yoongi. Often, he would hum and agree in respond, and it made Yoongi felt as if he was conversing with a wall, but Yoongi was too afraid to be silent.
Yoongi had the strong desire to run away when he finally ran out of things to say, which was terrible because there was something in him that kept on urging him to talk. When he turned to Taehyung, Taehyung was looking at him with a look that gave him a sudden panic, praying for him to vanish into thin air.
To his surprise and relief, Taehyung opened his lips to speak, âDo you mind if I come over and listen to you play?â
âNo, I donât mind at all.â
     They were sitting side by side on the piano stool; Yoongi skillfully playing the piano as Taehyung watched. When it ended, Taehyung clapped his hands and let out a rather dramatic gasp before showering Yoongi with flattery. âHow amazing you are, Yoongi!â
The never-ending compliment turned Yoongiâs ears red, and lips stretched into a grin. âOh, stop it, you!â
âThat was a new one, is it not? Itâs your own composition, admit it.â
âYes, it is. Itâs a struggle to come up with something original lately, but creating music brings me joy,â said Yoongi, a finger pressing on one of the black keys on the piano.
âSo do I, with painting. It brings me immense joy to hold a brush and bring the images in my mind to life. I havenât properly thanked you yet⊠you and your grandfather, for sending me abroad.â Taehyungâs voice dropped an octave as he said so, his eyes were casted downwards on the piano keys. Â
âPlease, there is no need to thank us. We wanted to do it, Taehyung. You deserve it, you ray of sunshine. I know you can make your family proud,â murmured Yoongi.
âIââ Taehyung opened his lips to speak as he turned hastily to Yoongi, but no words left his mouth.
Yoongi faced Taehyung, and the look Taehyung was giving him sent a shiver down his spine. He had somehow known that this would happen, but he had been ignoring his feelings and assuring himself that he was wrong that the moment he dreaded was here and Yoongi was powerless and helpless to stop it. In an effort to lift the tension in the room, Yoongi reached out to ruffle Taehyungâs dark locks and let out a laugh that he hoped did not sound forced.
âMissing Paris already?â joked Yoongi, his fingers still buried in Taehyungâs soft curls.
Before Yoongi could withdraw his hand back, Taehyung had wrapped his hand around Yoongiâs wrist, holding it gently.
There was a seriousness in Taehyungâs eyes that Yoongi had never seen there before, and it was starting to worry Yoongi. He wanted to run away, to lock himself to another chamber, but they were still in Yoongiâs haven â his bedroom â and with Taehyung holding his wrist, Yoongi could only stay seated through this torment.
Yoongi tried to move his hand by lowering it, but somehow his palm ended up against Taehyungâs cheek, and Taehyung was still holding him gently with those wildfire in his eyes.
âYoongi, my dearest, Iââ
It was Taehyung who spoke, but it felt as if there were words stuck in Yoongiâs throat. Yoongi swallowed, not daring to move or breathe.
With a sigh and unblinking eyes, Taehyung said, âI have loved you since Iâve known you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you. Iâ I couldnât help it, Yoongi, youâve been so kind to me, to my family and Iâve tried to show you, but you wouldnât let me, and even when I tried to say it, youâve never responded and I canât go on any longer, I simply canât.â
âOh, dear, no, Taehyung, please⊠I thought youâd understand that we canâtâ we ââ implored Yoongi, both hands cupping Taehyungâs cheeks.
Taehyung closed his eyes, basking in Yoongiâs touch before exhaling and opening his eyes.
âYou love me too, donât you?â
âI canâtââ began Yoongi, but he was struggling to find the right words. Taehyung was looking at him with those doe eyes, patiently waiting and it made Yoongiâs heart ache. ââ Iâm so desperately sorry, Taehyung. I canât, we canât, itâs not how itâs supposed to be.â
âWhat ever do you mean by that?â
âYouâll fine a lovely, accomplished girl that will truly adore you. You enjoy the elegant society, the dance, and youâd hate my spending my time composing, locking myself in my room, my constant scribblingââ
âNo, I wonât, youâve made me a better man, my love. You, Yoongi, you,â spoke Taehyung with a fierce tone.
âDonât, Taehyung. Please donât call me that, I am anything but that. I canât, I simply canât,â cried Yoongi, letting go of Taehyungâs face.
Taehyungâs face fell, and if the room was any quieter, Yoongi was frightened that he could hear Taehyungâs heart breaking into pieces. Taehyung had grown so still, his gaze finally leaving Yoongiâs face only to settle on the ground, and for a moment, Yoongi thought that Taehyung would run away, but it seemed as if Yoongiâs words were too much for him to bear that Taehyung laid his head down on edge of the fallboard and closed his eyes.
âPlease, Taehyung, listen to me. I am so grateful to you, and so proud and fond of you, I wish I could say that I can see myself in the future with you, but I canât. Not now, not when there are scrutinizing eyes everywhere. I donât believe I shall ever marry, and I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for anyone. Not for a mortal woman, not for a mortal man.â
Taehyung looked up from the fallboard, eyes filled with love and longing, and Yoongi wished that he could say what Taehyung wished to hear. How could he deny the poor boy, when his lashes were wet, and his eyes were begging for Yoongi to reciprocate his feelings?
âI know better than you, Yoongi, I know you!â broke in Taehyung, tears streaming down his face, âThere will come a time when you will care for somebody, and I know you will love them tremendously. I know you will, and it hurts because it isnât meâ because I am not enough, because I am not half good enough for you!â
âI do care about you, but not the way you want me to, Taehyung, pleaseâŠâ pleaded Yoongi, feeling his heart moving up to his throat. He reached out to hold Taehyungâs arm, but even in his anger, Taehyung managed to gently push Yoongiâs hand away. Yoongiâs hands itched to hold onto Taehyung, to mend his broken heart, but he could only watch as the boy silently sob.
âIf it was a man, I know you would not think twice to marry him. There will come a day when you would live and die for him. I know you, Yoongi. And Iâll be hanged if I stand by and watch you with him.â
âTaeâŠâ
Taehyung stood up from the stool abruptly, not bothering to wipe the tears on his face as he stormed out of the room. Yoongi stayed frozen in his seat, his hands shaking and lips trembling. And on this day, he had understood; his gentle sin was thisâ he had been loving Taehyung ever since he had known what love was, and he had made Taehyung believed otherwise.
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