taehyung isnât usually one to go out for drinks, especially since what happened last time he did. however, park jimin can be just as convincing as he is cute and taehyung is a weak man for his best friend. that doesnât mean, however, that he is anywhere near happy to be stuffed into the old leather pants his roommate says make his ass look delicious and some thin, over sized and fashionably cut up sweater. but this time he doesnât feel as alone as before.
yoongi said he would pick taehyung up after, after hearing that the restaurant taehyung would be meeting his friends at was in the same district as his business meeting. taehyung had relaxed immensely at the reassurance that all he needed was to call yoongi the moment he was uncomfortable and yoongi would be there to pick him up.
of course taehyung didnât really expect anything to go wrong, it was just a meet up with some old vocational school classmates, but the reassurance was nice. so taehyung let jimin drag him into the crowded restaurant and over to a table of vaguely familiar waving and rose tinted faces who all cheered loudly as they sat, shots already being poured as they fell into their seats.
âso taehyung! i heard youâre going to university for something about plants?â
taehyung looked up from his half finished bossam in surprise and nodded before finally seeming to find his words.
âuh yes, i - botanyâŚiâm going for a degree in botany, so i can become a field researcher. what -  what are you up to these days jihan hyung?â
do jihan had tutored taehyung a few times in english and they had dated for a while before jihan had graduated and left taehyung behind to pursue a career in accounting.
âiâm interning in a law firm in gyeonsang right now until i finish my last year, after that iâll have a stable job as a defense lawyer.â
taehyung canât keep the visible awe off his face as he congratulates his hyung on doing so well despite being just a couple years older than taehyung himself.
they speak casually as the night goes on, the occupants of the table grow more rowdy with each round of bottles with a few chose individuals, taehyung and jihan included, who stick to passing around makgeolli so they can make sure their inebriated friends make it home safe.
taehyung starts to feel a warm glow settle in his stomach and decides itâs time to stop, just before a light buzz, and just in time too as some guy on their group stands and announces with a drunken bellow that itâs time for noraebang.
taehyung glances at the time on his phone and frowns at the 23:05 shining at him from the screen. itâs definitely much later than he thought it was and he doesnât have any missed calls or messages so he opens kakaotalk to see if yoongi is out of his meeting yet. (he knows from waiting up for the elder just how late they can run)
the noraebang the unnamed ex-classmate has suggested is less than a kilometer away so it doesnât take nearly as long for the rowdy group to reach it as it would have taken to pile them all into someoneâs car for anywhere farther.
taehyung glances at his phone every few minutes for the walk there, waiting with bitten lips for the little âreadâ notification to pop up beside his last message.
are you out of your meeting yet? itâs cold ă ă
but even as they arrive and order even more drinks and food, the message remains unread. taehyung tries to hold back his pout.
âtaehyung ah, is everything ok?â
taehyung looks up from his phone, surprised that anyone had been paying enough attention to see him sneak away from the bar and out onto the front patio.
itâs jihan. he shuts the door behind himself and smiles warmly at taehyung in the orange glow of the street lamps.
âyeah everythingâs fine, iâm messaging and getting some fresh air.â
jihanâs smile seems to get softer at his words and something about it makes taehyungâs stomach knot uncomfortably. he glances back down at his phone and is more than a little relieved to see the read notification next to his message, a small grin cracking his features. a small cough brings taehyungâs attention back to jihan and he gives a polite smile, smaller than the one brought on by his glance to his phone.
âyou always did get overwhelmed easily in crowded places didnât you? at least something about you hasnât changed.â jihan says it with a warm tone and a gentle smile and the knot in taehyungâs stomach grows tighter, more out of discomfort being so near someone he hasnât seen in so long than anything else he assumes.
âi didnât think much has changed. itâs only been three years,â taehyung glances back to his phone and reads over the new reply, his heart skipping a beat.
im finally out of my meeting
are you still at the same restaurant?
taehyung doesnât bother with another response and instead just sends his location and a pouting sunflower sticker.
âyou have changed though. your hair, itâs gotten longer, and youâve dyed it since then too.â
taehyung peeks at the soft lavender locks that hang in his peripherals and runs a hand through his hair more out of habit than necessity. itâs true, since he started working at the flower shop taehyung as taken to dyeing his hair to match his favorite flower as it changes every couple months or so.
âand youâve gotten your ears pierced.â taehyung figits with his dangling earring subconsciously and jumps a bit in surprise when jihanâs warm hand takes his, bringing it to rest between them still clasped with his. âthey look nice; you look nice,â
taehyung canât help the way his cheeks warm at the compliment and the heated look in jihanâs eyes. he glances down at his phone again and is a little surprised to see a message from jimin.
taeeeeee tae hw er did s yio go
taehyung bites his lip and gives jihan an apologetic look. âi need to go check on my friend really quick, sorry hyung.â
âoh itâs no problem, i donât mind waiting for you,â
for some reason the way jihan says it and the look in his eyes unsettles taehyung but he makes no comment on it, bowing his head slightly as he moves past jihan to duck inside.
what taehyung doesnât notice is the muffled clack of his phone falling from where he had tried to stuff it in his pocket and it had fallen out and onto jihanâs shoe as he passed.
jihan watched taehyung until the door was shut behind him, eyes admittedly a little low on his figure, before he bent to pick up his phone. he turned the screen on and vaguely recognized jiminâs name as the pretty boy with black hair who taehyung had come with.
jihan had also been dragged to this semi-reunion tonight by a friend but what had convinced him in the end was hearing that taehyung would be here. honestly, jihan hadnât really been in love with taehyung in vocational school but he had been incredibly infatuated with him. it was a mutual decision to break up after jihan graduated but he had definitely been sad about parting ways with the beautiful boy.
taehyung had always been one of the most sought after males in their age group. even before jihan had known him, heâd known of him. when he had asked taehyung on a date in the youngerâs first year of vocational school he had been pleasantly surprised by how much taehyung really lived up to the rumors. a handsome and kind boy who had the perfect mix of artistic and gentle who liked to play sports and had a great sense of humor. the only thing that he hadnât expected was how shy taehyung could be at first. it seems no matter how much time passed that part definitely hadnât changed.
now though, taehyung is even more handsome, having blossomed into an almost ethereal man with a voice like dark velvet and skin like the richest honey. jihanâs has heard from a friend of a friend of taehyungâs mysterious rumored lover but whatâs a rumor to a first love? heâs confident he can make taehyung his again tonight.
just as that thought crosses his mind the phone in his hand starts to vibrate and a song he doesnât recognize starts to play from it.
someone named 'yoonie <3â was calling and jihan glanced at the door taehyung had gone through for a moment before answering.
âtae baby where are you? i parked nearby and iâm on my way over,â
jihan frowns and looks at the contact picture, a sleepy eyed man with bleached blonde hair and bedhead with his cheek pillowed on a plush thigh and his lips pressed against the honey toned flesh. his frown deepens.
âthis is do jihan, taehyung is a bit busy at the moment. can i help you?â
the man on the other end stays quiet for a few moments and jihan takes in the sounds of the bustling midnight streets of seoul in the background static of the call before the man speaks again.
âdo jihan? are you a friend of taehyungs?â
jihan smirks at the tense tone the manâs voice has taken.
âweâre a bit closer than friends iâd say. who is this?â
at that moment the door creaks open and taehyung emerges from the brightly lit inside with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair, as if some had messed it. his eyes flick from jihanâs lowering smirk to the phone in his hand, the screen still lit with the caller ID and he gasps, swiping it from jihan quickly and bringing it to his ear.
âyoonie? is that you?â
yoongi gives a small sigh of relief at hearing taehyungâs voice, clearly sober and not too panicked.
âhey baby, are you ok? iâm almost there,â
âyes! iâm fine, i was just inside checking on jiminie for a -â heâs cut off by warm arms sliding around his waist and a chin on his shoulder and he yelps, jumping in surprise, his phone nearly falling from his hands and accidentally ending the call.
âj-jihan hyung-?â
âyou know, iâve missed you a lot taehyung. i know itâs been a couple years but i was hoping maybe we could revisit how things used to be,â
âjihan hyung iâm not- i moved on from y-you ah!â
jihan turns taehyung in his arms as he tries to pull away, taking the same hand he did earlier and pulling him closer when he suddenly pushed back roughly and someone else is taking taehyungâs hand.
when yoongi had heard taehyung yelp over the phone before the call suddenly ended he had increased his pace by a two hundred percent and when he had finally seen the sign for the noraebang bar that taehyungâs location placed him at he had almost relaxed slightly.
that was before he had caught sight of taehyung beautiful face twisted in discomfort and the man who had his arms around taehyungâs waist. he stormed over as taehyung clearly tried to pull away but his hand was grabbed and tugged by the man who yoongi assumed to be 'do jihanâ.
he reached them in barely two seconds and smacked jihanâs hand away roughly, pushing the man back with his other arm as he moved between him and taehyung.
yoongi relaxed only slightly as taehyungâs fingers curled into his clenched fist and eased their palms together, his other sliding over yoongiâs back to rest on his shoulder blade as yoongi glared at the man in front of him.
âhe isnât interested,â
âand who are you to say so?â
jihan glared back just as fierce and taehyung bit his lip in worry behind yoongi, knowing this wouldnât turn out well.
âdoes it matter? he said heâs not interested.â yoongi bit back a growl as jihanâs sneer deepened.
âyou fuc-â
âyoonie,â taehyungâs voice cut him off and they both looked at the man, however taehyungâs attention was solely on yoongi as he anxiously bit his lip. âdonât.â it was soft, a breathed plea that yoongi understood easily. donât let him make trouble, heâs not worth it.
âi parked in front of the cafe down the street, go start the car for me?â yoongi pressed his keys gently into taehyungâs palm and he nodded, giving one last hesitant glance at jihan before he turned and left, twisting the ring of the keys around his finger.
yoongi turned back to glare icily at jihan who returned his look with no hesitation.
âwho the hell do you think you are meddling like this?â
yoongi keeps his face blank as he straightens his collar and stands at assumes his full imposing aura. jihanâs glare falters.
âiâm min yoongi, owner of min tobacco and min pharmaceuticals, and kim taehyung is mine.â
jihanâs blood runs cold and he tries to stop his hands shaking as min yoongi, CEO 'princeâ Â of korea looks own at him from a place he could never even hope to reach and itâs all he can do to keep his knees from buckling as the man turns and walks after taehyung. jihan was wrong, taehyung has changed a lot; from the popular but shy wall flower who was moulded easily in his hands to a delicate lily in a glass vase he could never hope to hold.
taehyung is waiting in the car by the time yoongi gets there, the heater already on to combat the cold winter night and he looks expectantly at yoongi as he enters the car. yoongi canât keep the fond grin off his face as he leans over the console to cup taehyungâs chill flushed cheek and press their lips together in a gentle kiss.
taehyung barely pulls back to rest their foreheads together and he smiles warmly at yoongi. âyou saved me again.â
yoongiâs grin grows to a smile as he presses another kiss to his favorite lips. âiâll save you every time you need me to, forever.â
âforever? even when weâre old and i drop my spoon and canât bend to pick it up?â
yoongi chuckles. âyes taehyung, even then.â
and taehyungâs giggle really is his favorite thing in the world. yoongi would do anything to protect his beautiful taehyung, and if he drives a little slower past the noraebang bar where jihan still stands stiffly outside to showcase the lavender haired boy pressing kisses to his knuckles between idle tales of his day, itâs just to drive the point home. taehyung is his. forever.















