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After accidentally coming out as bi the night before, Yoongi is confused when Jimin decides to start flirting with him and calling him 'oppa'.

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“Move!” 

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

It’s not that Yoongi minds being touched.

He enjoys it actually, every once in a while from Jin ruffling his hair and bringing him morning coffee after an all nighter at the studio or the occasional hug from an overenthusiastic Park Jimin.

It’s just that when it comes to Taehyung, Yoongi can’t say the same thing.

When it comes to Taehyung, Yoongi’s heart revs on overdrive till his stomach is flip-flopping into the next dimension and he’s blushing so hard he tries to tug his bangs down low enough so that he can somehow cover his entire face.

(First of all, that is not good for his I-don’t-give-damn-about-the-world reputation.

Second of all, Yoongi would rather admit to working at a maid cafe strip club than accepting his crush of Taehyung the size of New York City. And then some.)

All in all, Yoongi maintains that the farther Kim Taehyung and his square smile and laughing eyes and adorable Daegu lull stays away from him, the better.

The thing is, Taehyung does not seem to understand this. Not to mention that Taehyung is stubborn. 

Very fucking stubborn.

Exhibit A: Threats do not work.

“Tae,” Yoongi says under his breath. The rest of them are too focussed on ‘Moana’ playing on the screen to notice, but Yoongi would rather not take his chances.

“Mm?” Taehyung hums and Yoongi’s heart jumps.

What was it with Taehyung and his need to sit on Yoongi’s lap every movie night and his husky voice and -

No.

“The whole fucking couch is free, Taehyung. Scoot over to Hobi’s direction,” Yoongi hisses.

“Why?” Taehyung says, stubborn pout starting to emerge in the form of a protruding bottom lip and widened puppy eyes and Yoongi has to look away to not give in.

“Because you don’t need to be on my goddamn lap to watch Moana, just move over-”

“Nope,” Taehyung says, dragging out the word and popping the ‘p’ so that Yoongi wants to break something.

“Tae!”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whispers back calmly and Yoongi sighs.

“Move!” 

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Exhibit B: Flattery does not work.

“Hey Tae, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” Yoongi says, ignoring Taehyung’s last remark and he’s glad that it’s dark because his pale skin would have given away the blush creeping down his neck by now.

Taehyung smiles sweetly and Yoongi feels his heart drop to his stomach.

“That’s why I’m sitting here, hyung. So you can see them better.”

Shit. That didn’t happen the way Yoongi planned it to.

Exhibit C: Bribery does not work.

“Tae,” Yoongi says softly, his voice a gentle hum. Taehyung looks back at Yoongi, head cocked to one side like an adorable puppy.

“If you move, hyung will take you to that carnival you wanted to see across town next weekend,” Yoongi suggests casually. Yoongi sees Taehyung’s eyes widen in excitement in the dark.

“Like a date?” Taehyung asks and Yoongi thinks he’s so red he’s probably radiating heat to the whole room now and he can’t take the words out of his mouth fast enough.

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Then no deal,” Taehyung says and Yoongi is back to square one.

Exhibit D: Suck it up and enjoy it.

The credits roll and Yoongi understands three things. 

One, that Taehyung will not move.

Two, that he literally cannot remember for the life of him the first thing about the movie because he had spent the entire movie focussed on looking at Taehyung from the corner of his eye.

And three, that knowing Taehyung, there was no way they wouldn’t end up going on that stupid date next weekend.

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   Kim Taehyung is always number one on Yoongi’s list.

Yoongi will be the first to admit how much he likes Taehyung.

Likes him, likes him. Like, full on gay, I want to kiss your stupid face and wear your stupid clothes and spend Sunday mornings waking up with you kind of likes him.

The thing is, life always has a thing for kicking Yoongi in the ass. There’s just some people you should not hook up with.

Your roommate, for example.

“Yoongi hyung, are you actually-”

For a minute, Taehyung splutters, words failing him and Yoongi smirks a little. He likes the idea that he can leave Taehyung speechless sometimes.

To be fair, Taehyung managed to do it to Yoongi all the time.

“Actually what?” Yoongi asks, casually raising an eyebrow. They’re outside for once, the music from the party still ringing in Yoongi’s ears but the night is pretty, and at least he could breathe out here. The fairy lights are blurring in and out of Yoongi’s vision but Taehyung is still sharp in his eyes; his pretty tousled hair and his choker necklace at an awkward angle so that Yoongi knows someone has already tried to give Taehyung a hickey. It makes Yoongi’s blood boil.

They’re more than a little drunk, Yoongi slightly more than Taehyung. It’s their usual pattern; Taehyung will beg Yoongi to go to more parties with him, this is college for goodness sake, it’s his duty as a roommate to get Yoongi laid once in a while and no, Yoongi will want to spend another night making the most of his Netflix subscription and Taehyung will pout till the swell of his lower lip juts out just enough and his eyes just the right amount of desperate and Yoongi will say okay, but just this one last time.

They know how it goes.

Taehyung gulps. “You look - nice,” Taehyung finishes and Yoongi should be reveling in this moment but he’s blushing too hard to think about it. Alcohol makes Yoongi quieter, a little more reflective. It’s actually kind of unsettling how little and altogether too much time Yoongi spends on his emotions.

(Especially when it comes to Taehyung.

Especially then.)

“Nice?” Yoongi presses, cocking an eyebrow, willing to Taehyung to elaborate.

“Kind of - sexy?” Taehyung ventures and Yoongi drops his gaze because he’s back to being the speechless one between them.

“Thanks,” Yoongi mumbles softly, looking away.

“I’m glad you came,” Taehyung says, breaking the silence and slinging his arm around Yoongi; he’s back to his usually smile that bares all his teeth, so ridiculously large that it would look ridiculous if anyone but Taehyung did it.

“Lets go back in, hyung. I wanna dance with you,” Taehyung winks and Yoongi is about to decline but he looks down at the beer cup he has drained he doesn’t even remember when and sure, he will go back if Taehyung holds his hand like that. He’d go anywhere if Taehyung would stay exactly like that next to him.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies but it’s lost in the party and wall of heat hits Yoongi. There is the faint whiff of pot in the air and something like desperation and Yoongi gets it; he wants it too.

They don’t get too far, just past the door and into a corner of the room before Taehyung is moving to the music already, but Yoongi is frozen to the spot. He’s never seen Taehyung dance before and it’s kind of magical; not really because Taehyung is actually that good but because he flows with the beat, and the heat has them both covered in a thin layer of sweat in minutes in the too crowded room.

“I like this outfit on you, you know,” Taehyung says again, only louder because the music is deafening and Yoongi wonders if he should maybe try something outside his usual basketball shorts and plain white tees more often just to have Taehyung’s eyes burning into him like that. Yoongi leans against the wall and takes Taehyung in with his eyes, just watches him and sipping from the shot glass he doesn’t remember being in his hand till Taehyung inches closer and closer and Yoongi can practically taste the alcohol on Taehyung’s breath.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispers, trying to control his already erratic breathing.

“Hi,” Taehyung grins back lazily.

For future reference, Taehyung is the one the leans in first. Yoongi wills himself to remember that even if he didn’t remember anything else about that night.

Taehyung, not Yoongi.

(Yoongi isn’t complaining though.

He learnt a long time ago not to question the good things in life.)

If Yoongi had to ever list down his turn ons from most to least, making out roughly would be number two on that list.

(Kim Taehyung is number one.)

And Taehyung is all messy teeth and careless tongue, grabby hands through Yoongi’s hair ad his sides that set Yoongi on fire and he thinks he really is glad he came; this felt more than just good (nice? maybe - sexy?). The best part is that Taehyung knows what he’s doing; Yoongi knows Taehyung when he’s wasted and he knows when Taehyung is just drunk enough to throw away his inhibitions and right now Taehyung is the latter. It’s what makes it so much better; that Taehyung meant to do this, wanted it because god, Yoongi can’t remember a time when he hasn’t.

“Let’s go home,” Taehyung says when they break apart and there’s a soft smile on Taehyung’s face and Yoongi knows that look; like he just wants Yoongi to carry him home, tuck him under the covers and wake up next to each other the way they’ve done before. Well, except the kissing.

That was new.

He doesn’t mind though. If Yoongi had to write down a list of people he wanted to wake up next to every morning, Ryan Gosling would be number two on that list.

Imagine being so drunk you accidentally come out of the closet to your best friends by telling them you joined the mile high club with someone who wasn't a woman.

“Taehyung, do you need something from me?” Yoongi asked finally, trying to get to the point.

Tae just stood there quietly for a second, his entire expression having fallen into something very neutral. Then suddenly, the polite smile spread across his lips again. His shaky voice was riddled with a bittersweet understanding, but it was his words that had Yoongi's stomach churning with a sickening disgust for himself and his behavior.

“All you had to do was tell me I was bothering you, hyung.”

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Just Another Game: "Oblivion"

Chapter 2 / Section 1, Part 1

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“Taehyung, do you need something from me?” Yoongi asked finally, trying to get to the point.

Tae just stood there quietly for a second, his entire expression having fallen into something very neutral. Then suddenly, the polite smile spread across his lips again. His shaky voice was riddled with a bittersweet understanding, but it was his words that had Yoongi's stomach churning with a sickening disgust for himself and his behavior.

“All you had to do was tell me I was bothering you, hyung.”

Just Another Game Series Summary

Min Yoongi’s career has put him in bisexual hell: living with six hot bandmates who think it’s amusing to flirt and get handsy with him and with each other all the time. Between constant struggles like not knowing whether he and Jimin nearly made out while drunk, to bed-sharing with Jungkook every other night, to not being sure how to stop imagining what it’d be like to kiss Namjoon, it’s only a matter of time before he loses his mind as he realizes he’s in love with six perfect but very straight boys.

After Yoongi drunkenly comes out as bi, he can’t remember the confession the next day. Taken by surprise, the boys lightheartedly start a competition to see who Yoongi finds the most attractive in the group. The objective is set to getting a kiss from Yoongi before he finds out about the competition. Though they mean well, things go downhill fast for all of them. As they each realize they are attracted to Yoongi, they start taking things too far beyond what they’d signed up for.