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Taehyung has known about Min Yoongi for a while now.

He knows he is the roommate and best friend of the boyfriend of one of his best friends, which maybe sounds a bit complicated but isn’t really. Hoseok is one of Taehyung’s two best friends, and for the past six months or so Hoseok has been dating Seokjin, who lives with Yoongi. That’s all. There’s less than two degrees of social separation between them — barely even one, if Taehyung considers Seokjin as a friend (which he does, of course).

Taehyung knows Yoongi is getting a master’s degree in something with a long name he can’t remember exactly, but he knows that whatever it is, it has to do with museums. Taehyung, as an arts and archaeology double major, finds that extremely interesting. They’d have a million things to talk about, he just knows it.

He doesn’t know what Yoongi looks like, but he’s guessing he’s on the short side because Seokjin and Hoseok have joked about getting him a stool to help him reach high places. He also knows Yoongi wears a lot of piercings on his ears, that he likes dyeing his hair many colors, that he is from Daegu, and that his voice is surprisingly deep for his face — which are all things that apply to Taehyung as well. How cool is that?

Perhaps they crossed paths unknowingly at some point of their childhoods. Perhaps Yoongi has eaten the vegetables his family grew and sold at the local farmers market. Who knows? No one, but especially, not Taehyung.

Sadly.

Taehyung has known about Min Yoongi for a while now, and although he has never met him in person, he’s convinced that they would be a great match — platonic or otherwise. Ever since he first heard Hoseok talk about Seokjin’s cool and mysterious roommate, and with every new piece of information he has learnt about him, Taehyung has been dying to meet him more and more.

But Yoongi is of evasive nature.

“I want to meet him,” Taehyung told Seokjin during a movie night at his, Hoseok’s, and Jimin’s place not too long ago. It was Taehyung’s turn to pick a movie, and as he set his favorite underworld crime film up on the living room, Seokjin casually commented that Yoongi loved movies like that one. It made Taehyung almost groan in frustration. “Really,” he went on, pouting at Seokjin as adorably and irresistibly as he could. “Can you ask him to come over next time? Please? He’s more than welcome here!”

Seokjin laughed softly. “I mean, I could try and ask him, but I can’t make any promises. You should know how he is by now… He pretty much only leaves the house to work, get laid, or have drinks with friends every now and then.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue, disappointed, but thankfully, by some kind of miracle, it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.

The opportunity to finally meet the one and only Min Yoongi came by itself just two weeks after that, and Taehyung didn’t even have to do anything out of the ordinary. He simply accepted an invitation to a friend of a friend’s birthday party (who was swimming in money, apparently, because he rented an entire penthouse in Gangnam and invited nearly every person under thirty Taehyung knew).

Taehyung loves parties, so he said yes without thinking twice. He didn’t even know Yoongi was going— the thought didn’t even cross his head.

When he finally meets him and is face to face with him, he is… pleasantly surprised, to say the least.

He is with Hoseok and Jimin in the luxurious kitchen of the luxurious apartment, mixing gross cocktails for Jimin to drink. That’s when Seokjin arrives, and this time he isn’t by himself. This time, there is a small-ish man in a black leather jacket, light-colored hair, and the nicest face Taehyung had ever seen walking along with him, hands shoved in his pockets.

Taehyung’s jaw drops a little at the sight of him because fuck, he’s impressed.

He has no way to know for sure if this guy is actually Min Yoongi and not just another random hot friend of Seokjin’s, but he does. He feels it in his gut, and soon enough, his suspicions are confirmed when Seokjin reaches them.

“Hey guys, look! I found this weird stray cat on my way here!” He says, gesturing at the small blonde man, who just rolls his eyes.

“A stray cat with a really nice jacket,” Jimin comments appreciatively.

The man smiles a little at that. “Thanks”, he tells Jimin, and when he speaks, his voice is so much deeper than Taehyung would have imagined that it feels like a punch to his lungs.

Looking at him also feels like a punch to his lungs— he is gorgeous.

He is hot and handsome, kind of dangerous-looking in a way that makes Taehyung sigh dreamily, but also delicate and pretty. He is maybe prettiest person Taehyung has ever seen, with his cute triangular eyes, his fluffy hair, and his pouty pink lips. One half of Taehyung’s brain screams about how nice it would be to kiss the man’s cheeks and play with his hair while they talk about their hometown and about museums and about the other million things they seem to have in common. The other half of him, however, the louder and more primal one, won’t shut up about how gorgeous Yoongi would look with his cheeks flushed, nothing on his body other than that leather jacket he’s wearing as he sucks on his fingers, or his cock.

“This is Yoongi, by the way,” Seokjin says, looking at Taehyung with a pointed smirk. “I got him out of his room just for you, Tae.”

“Oh, thank you hyung!” Taehyung tells him, unembarrassed. He even returns his smirk with a grin before he looks at Yoongi once again, still beaming. “Hey!”

Yoongi’s lips quirk upwards, and it surprises Taehyung how firmly he holds his gaze.

“Hey,” the shorter man tells him, giving Jimin a little smile as well but focusing mostly on Taehyung, his eyes running up and down his body in a way that is almost subtle except it isn’t really.

And it’s then that Taehyung realizes that Yoongi probably knows as much about him as he himself knows about Yoongi. That’s alright. For a split second, Taehyung fears whatever it is that Seokjin and Hoseok told Yoongi about him, and he worries that they painted him as an obsessed lunatic when really all he was was curious, but those fears go away almost right away. Yoongi is here, after all, looking like he does (like the perfect mix of a bad boy, a baby boy, and a sex kitten, if Taehyung were to describe him succinctly), and he is smirking at Taehyung in a way that seems completely out of character from the shy and mysterious individual Seokjin and Hoseok talked about.

It makes Taehyung feel extra brave.

“I like your hair,” he tells Yoongi, smiling at him and gesturing at his own dark hair with his right hand.

Yoongi follows the gesture with his eyes, his subtle smirk always very much there.

“Ah, thank you,” he replies, bringing his hand to his blonde hair and stroking a strand between his fingers. “It used to be pink, but it washed off,” he comments casually, and Taehyung wants to say something, but Yoongi adds before he can even think of what to say, “I like your, uh. I like your ring.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows and the corners of his lips shoot upwards at that. He stretches his fingers in front of his face to check his ring out for the billionth time since he got it. It’s a genuine Gucci ring he got himself as a birthday present last year after working extra shifts at the humanities library for four months. As a fashion enthusiast and broke college student, it’s his single most precious possession. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t too flashy or elaborate (it’s pretty much just a silver band with the GucciGhost motifs engraved on it); Yoongi noticed it.

And Yoongi, Taehyung notices, is wearing silver rings on two of his fingers.

He’s about to say thank you to him when Jimin interjects.

“And I like not feeling like a weird third wheel,” he says, patting Taehyung on the shoulder with a sly smirk and making him realize Seokjin and Hoseok left at some point. “I’ll go see if I can find Namjoon and Jungkook somewhere.”

“Oh— alright.”

“Be good,” Jimin tells him in a voice that is far too loud to be a whisper, he winks at him, and then he leaves.

When he’s gone, and it’s just Yoongi and he, it’s the older man who breaks the silence.

“So, Taehyung… I heard you wanted to meet me?”

Taehyung smirks.

And then, Taehyung flirts.

He has known about Min Yoongi for a while and has been looking forward to meeting him for just as long, so when he’s finally face to face with him and he sees with his own eyes and hears with his own ears just how hot and cool and just plain fascinating he is, he can’t help it.

He wouldn’t be so shameless if he didn’t think Yoongi was interested, obviously, but he seems to be. Very much so.

“I really should’ve accepted hyung’s offers to hang out with you guys before,” Yoongi told him at some point. They were still in the kitchen, plastic cups full of wine in their hands (because Taehyung doesn’t like beer or cocktails, so he brought his own bottle of wine). The music was so loud that they had to huddle a little closer to speak, but there was no reason for Taehyung to keep his hand on Yoongi’s lower back, but Yoongi didn’t push it away. He only moved closer, his front pressing against the side of Taehyung’s leg.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, he did say time and time again that Hoseok had this hot single friend I had to meet, but I didn’t listen…”

“Wow, I had no idea he tried to sell me to you like cattle. A hot single friend? That’s all he said?” Taehyung said, and he would’ve brought a hand to his chest to act offended if they hadn’t been occupied, one with his cup of wine and the other with Yoongi’s humanity.

“No, no, he said many more things, but I can’t remember all of them right now.”

“Hmm, I just hope he made me sound interesting, cause he sure made you sound interesting.”

Yoongi smirked.

“That he did. He basically said you were a genius art nerd with a nice fashion sense— he really couldn’t have made you sound more interesting. I’m just a bit of an antisocial, so sorry about that.”

Taehyung chuckled.

“It’s alright,” he assured Yoongi with a shrug and an easy smile, and he was about to add something cheesy like ‘at least we met after all’, when suddenly some of the words Seokjin told him about Yoongi a few times before popped in his brain. Seokjin has sometimes joked about how Yoongi pretty much only went to social stuff when he wanted to find someone to sleep with, and the thought planted itself in his brain and combined with the realization that his hand was nearly on Yoongi’s ass and Yoongi’s crotch was pressed up against his thigh, and it was exciting. It immediately sent a rush of adrenaline across Taehyung’s body, he brought his hand lower, following the curve of Yoongi’s spine over his leather jacket.

They’d talked plenty already, but Taehyung didn’t want to waste any more spit on words when it could be used for other things. If they wanted to talk, they’d surely get plenty of opportunities later, wouldn’t they?

Yoongi’s eyes, sharp and pretty, focused on Taehyung’s. He had to tilt his head upwards to look at him, which was terribly endearing, but there was nothing cute about the way he looked at him.

His pouty lips, previously a rose petal shade of pink, were now dyed a subtle purple, and fuck, Taehyung wanted to lick them. He wanted to suck them into his mouth, bite on them, and taste the wine on them with his tongue. He never thought he’d feel this way for the one Min Yoongi he’d heard so much about after barely meeting him, and he could feel in his bones that his friends would make fun of him for the next ten years for it (because sleeping with a stranger you just met is actually a hundred times more socially acceptable than sleeping with the friend of a friend). But honestly, who cared?

Yoongi was obviously into it too.

“Can I ask you something? I hope it’s not inappropriate.”

“I don’t mind inappropriate,” Yoongi told him. “What is it?”

“Do you, uh… do you wanna go somewhere else?” Taehyung bit the bullet, at last, and that’s how it starts.

Yoongi answers enthusiastically with a yes, shit, I was hoping you’d say that, and then they’re off, their wine bottle and plastic cups abandoned on the counter of the luxurious kitchen.

Taehyung isn’t even drunk, perhaps a tiny bit tipsy, but he feels all kinds of high right now. Parties always make him a little stupid, and hot guys always make him a little reckless. Hot guys at parties who also happen to be blatantly interested in him make him completely stupid, reckless, and also, shameless.

They’re looking for a bathroom, both Yoongi and he, with their sweaty hands clasped tight as they navigate the crowded apartment. As they walk down a dark corridor on the top floor of the penthouse, walls pounding with the loud music playing from the floor below but far from where the party is taking place, Taehyung gets hit by a wave of rush of courage and hormones he can do nothing against.

It makes him pin the smaller man against the wall, but it’s Yoongi, not he, who pulls him in first and connects their lips.

They kiss in a way that lacks shame, finesse, and self-control. There is an excess of spit, of inappropriate touches, and of too-repetitive-to-be-accidental grinding. Yoongi pulls Taehyung closer to himself even if he whispers to him that he’s a bad boy, that he should’ve waited till they were in the bathroom.

It only riles Taehyung up more, though. Yoongi tastes sweet and bitter like the wine they had before, and he runs his fingers through Taehyung’s black hair but also pulls on it roughly, pulling his face away from his own so he can give him an intense look through his half-lidded eyes. A string of saliva lingers between their parted mouths before Yoongi kisses him again, getting on the tips of his toes and chasing after Taehyung’s lips.

They do find a bathroom eventually. The hallway kisses were just a warmup; just a little teaser of what was to happen later.

Once they’re inside and the door is shut, the lights still off, it’s Yoongi who pins him to the wall.

He might be shorter and smaller than Taehyung, but Taehyung has zero extra muscles on his body, and Seokjin did mention that Yoongi plays or used to play basketball—

The thing is, Yoongi overpowers him in the blink of an eye. He pushes him against the door, he throws his arms around his neck, and he kisses him deeply. The sound of their lips moving and their tongues sliding together is louder than the pounding of the music, and it’s an arousing, dirty sound. Taehyung feels himself get hard fast, but more importantly, he feels Yoongi getting hard too. Their bodies are completely pressed together, so he can feel Yoongi’s clothed dick poking against his upper thigh, which means Yoongi can feel him too.

When he reaches for Yoongi’s ass and he squeezes it, buries his fingers on the flesh through the fabric of his jeans and pulls him so that their dicks are aligned, Yoongi groans into his mouth.

“God, your hands—,” he says, grinding his hips against Taehyung’s.

“What with them?”

“They’re big as fuck, I love that. I love hands. Your hands. Your fingers are fucking long, too—“

Taehyung chuckles breathlessly as he kneads Yoongi’s ass with his hands, making sure to massage his cheeks with his fingertips.

“Hands make you horny— I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Not sure if it’s a hands thing in general or just a your hands thing in specific, but— yeah. Yeah, they make me horny. What do you say I suck you off and then you fuck me with your fingers?”

Taehyung groans.

“God, hyung—“ his eyes fall shut and he nearly groans at the mere mental image of Yoongi’s precious little mouth wrapped around his cock. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, looking up at Taehyung with an excited look on his pretty, debauched face. The bathroom is dark so Taehyung can’t see him very well, sadly. He hopes they get another chance just so he can see him better.

“Yeah,” he repeats. He kisses Yoongi one last time before he starts moving down his body at a fast, impatient pace. He kisses his way down Taehyung’s neck and the top of his chest, and when he kneels on the floor between his legs, he kisses the bottom of his tummy, which tickles him and makes him laugh.

“Sorry,” Yoongi apologizes, but he sounds amused and not regretful at all. Taehyung wants to warn him that he’s ticklish, but that he doesn’t get to do it. His vocal chords get tied up and he gets all choked up because just when he’s about to speak, Yoongi starts rubs his cock through his pants. All he manages is a choked curse.

Yoongi blows Taehyung, both literally and figuratively. He blows his dick, but he also blows his mind, and Taehyung has received more blowjobs than he can count.

He doesn’t normally like to brag about it, but he is quite big, so it feels like a miracle that Yoongi can fit nearly all of him in that tiny mouth of his. He doesn’t even complain. On the contrary, he seems to love it— he chokes a little on two occasions, but he doesn’t relent or slow down. He takes Taehyung in his mouth, teases him with his tongue, strokes the base of his cock and his balls with his hands, and he even encourages Taehyung to pull on his hair and do with him whatever he wants.

It drives Taehyung crazy just how good he is, just how good he feels, that it doesn’t last very long. In a matter of minutes, he’s warning Yoongi that he’s about to come, but instead of pulling away like Taehyung expects, Yoongi doubles his efforts until Taehyung’s hips buck and he throws his head back against the door of the bathroom, his body tensing and then loosening like a bow shooting an arrow.

Taehyung’s knees start to give out, his skeleton pretty much liquified and his brain hazy after his powerful orgasm.

“Hyung, that— wow,” he says stupidly, sinking to the floor between where Yoongi is still kneeling and the door. Yoongi is panting heavily, his lips are glossy even in the dark, and Taehyung can make out the smirk he gives him as he cleans his lower lip with the back of his hand. Taehyung can’t resist the need to kiss him, so he does. He puts his hands on Yoongi’s cheeks and guides his mouth towards his. It makes Yoongi hiss a little when Taehyung pokes his tongue against the corner of his lips, so he slows himself down and presses what he hopes is a gentle kiss against the corner of Yoongi’s mouth.

“My jaw and my mouth are gonna ache for a while, I know it,” Yoongi tells him casually, and Taehyung pouts. His dick is still out in the open, but this is not about him anymore— he’ll take care of that later. Now, it’s about Yoongi, and returning the favor.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Taehyung promises, grabbing Yoongi by the butt again and pulling him closer to himself.

“Hm, I wasn’t complaining— it’s actually a pretty good sign, you know?” Yoongi allows himself to be pulled, and he makes it so that he’s straddling Taehyung on the floor of the bathroom. “Big hands, big dick— big brains, too. Double major, aren’t you?”

Taehyung laughs softly to himself as he runs his hands over Yoongi’s body, going from his ass and up his back. They got rid of the older man’s leather jacket when they first got into the bathroom, in a frenzy of kissing and undressing each other haphazardly, so now it’s easy for Taehyung to slip his hands under Yoongi’s shirt and run them up and down his smooth back, tracing every ridge and curve with fascination. Fuck, his smaller body feels so good under his hands— Taehyung never wants to stop touching him. He wants to see him. He wants to make him cum now, and, if Yoongi wants to, he wants to take him home afterwards so they can fuck again, this time without all their dumb clothes in between.

“Yep, that’s right.”

“I love that,” Yoongi says. It’s funny and cute how he keeps talking, even if he’s obviously affected by the way Taehyung touches him. His body is sensitive, and he jerks on Taehyung’s lap whenever he runs over a sensitive spot. “You could tell me about that some other day if you want— fuck, that’s good, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung smirks at that. He finally pressed his palm against the elder’s cock, and his reaction was not disappointing.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, okay?” He tells the older, leaning closer so their noses are bumping together. Yoongi nods enthusiastically, and Taehyung presses a brief kiss to his lips. “Is here okay? Your knees don’t hurt?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nah, I can take it. I like a little bit of pain.”

Taehyung’s dick gives an almost twitch at that, threatening to come back to life.

“Fuck. Fuck, okay.”

Tangled up as they are, it’s quite difficult to get Yoongi’s tight jeans out of the way, but they manage to. It is also very difficult for Taehyung to stop himself from kissing Yoongi’s lips every chance he gets, but thankfully, once Yoongi is sitting almost completely naked on his lap, his jeans and boxers hanging from one of his ankles and his thin t-shirt the only things covering his pretty skin, kissing is not a problem.

“I prepped a little bit before we went out,” Yoongi tells him, and he probably shouldn’t have because Taehyung’s dick gives another twitch.

“Oh my god,” he comments, his right middle finger slipping between Yoongi’s stretched ass cheeks and finding his hole is indeed stretched and still a little wet with some leftover lube. His throat goes dry and he groans against Yoongi’s chin. He came just minutes ago, but he’s getting hard again, which is incredible because Taehyung’s refractory period has never been that fast. By then, a corner of Taehyung’s lust-clouded mind has already declared that Min Yoongi is truly the most incredible person he has ever met and is probably ever going to meet, and the declaration only becomes more blatant when he teases Yoongi’s rim with the tip of his finger and slips it in, causing Yoongi to let out a deep, sensual sigh. “You were really on a mission to get some tonight, weren’t you?”

“It saves time,” Yoongi says with difficulty, whimpering a little when Taehyung manages to slip his finger deeper inside him. He hasn’t even used lube on his finger; it’s all Yoongi previous work and the residue of the lube he used. He is impossibly tight and warm around him, but his muscles give easily, and god, Taehyung really, really wants to fuck him. “But— yeah, you’re not wrong.”

Taehyung chuckles softly, and he mutters to himself (‘you’re so cute, hyung’), before he gets to it.

He fucks Yoongi with his fingers. Yoongi, he tells him, brought a little packet of lube with him in his jacket, but he also tells Taehyung not to use it, that with his previous prep and a bit of spit it’s enough if it’s just his fingers.

“We can use it later, if you’re good,” he says, his chest rising and falling quickly, pressing against Taehyung’s with every breath he takes, and fuck it if Taehyung doesn’t go all out to prove him he’s good.

Yoongi is so sensitive and he reacts so prettily and noisily to every thrust of Taehyung’s fingers, that Taehyung only kisses him half of the time just so that he can hear the groans and sighs that leave his lips. He lets Yoongi hold onto him as tightly as he wants, he lets him bury his blunt nails on his shoulders and his scalp, and even pull his hair. It isn’t as wet as Taehyung might like it for himself, but Yoongi seems to love the feeling, love the drag of Taehyung’s three fingers inside of him, to the point where he starts fucking back against them as best as he can even if their position isn’t exactly ideal.

They make it work.

It takes Yoongi a little longer to get there than it took Taehyung, and when he comes, it’s with the combined feelings of Taehyung’s long fingers in his ass and his own hand wrapped around his dick, and with a loud gasp of pleasure that Taehyung captures in his mouth.

It’s good.

Taehyung is nearly rock hard when Yoongi is done, but he has nothing to worry about, because as Yoongi comes down from his high, and as they share a series of deep kisses, a cool-down kind of kiss, the older man tells him that, yeah, that was great, and that he’s definitely up to using that packet of lube later, if Taehyung also wants that.

“I want that, yeah, I want that a lot— but I’m gonna have to find a way to kill my boner for a while,” he tells the older, only a little bit embarrassed but mostly amused by this entire situation. Yoongi chuckles a little, tells Taehyung to think about unsexy things and wash his face as he pulls back from him a little so he can look at his face, the fingers of his clean hand moving up and down the back of his neck.

It feels nice to be like this with him even if they barely met and, really, he doesn’t even know him yet, but for a while Taehyung allows himself to indulge himself in these blissful little touches and kisses; in the process of catching his breath and letting the rhythm of his heart return to normal.

However, the moment is over far too soon.

Far too soon, as in, the moment he gets his fingers out of Yoongi’s ass and he notices that he’s missing something.

Something valuable. Something that costed him working extra at the humanities library for four months and that looks pretty and elegant around the base of his index finger—

His Gucci ring. He didn’t take it off before fingering Yoongi, he’s such an idiot.

“Oh, fuck.”

“What,” Yoongi asks him, frowning in confusion. He probably saw the way Taehyung’s face fell. Maybe he even heard the way his heart fell to the ground. “What is it?”

“I— My—” Taehyung starts, but he doesn’t know how to begin. Shit. This is bad. He looks at Yoongi with an expression that he’s sure has the word panic written all over it, but he still attempts a smile. “I think, I, uh. I-I made a mistake, hyung… God, this is so embarrassing—”

“—What?” Yoongi repeats, interrupting him and frowning even more, except he looks more scared now. “What kind of mistake? What’s embarrassing? What are you talking about all of a sudden? You don’t have a weird STD you forgot to tell me about, right? Because, I swear to god, I’ll kill you with my bare hands if that’s what this is about—”

“—No! No, no, hyung, it’s not that! I’m clean, you don’t have to worry about that. It’s something else, it’s— It’s just, that, uh…” he starts, taking his left hand, the one that doesn’t have any lube and still has two less valuable rings around his index and middle fingers, to Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi looks pissed off now, nothing at all like the placid baby he was only minutes ago, so he decides to just be honest. “I just. I forgot to take my ring off before I, uh. Before I put my fingers inside you and now…” Taehyung pauses so he can put his right hand between their faces. The Gucci ring, the same Yoongi complimented a couple hours ago, isn’t there anymore. “…And now it’s gone.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen and he takes a deep heavy breath, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s ring-less finger and then on Taehyung’s face.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung pouts, and shit, he wants to die. His boner? It’s dead and gone now. “I’m so sorry, hyung— please, can I try to get it back?”

“Are you kidding me— you have to get it back! Oh my fucking god, how did that even happen?! How can I— I cannot even feel it!”

“I don’t know, hyung, I just forgot! Perhaps neither of us felt it since it isn’t that big? God, I really don’t know! B-But I’m an archaeologist! I’m literally gonna make a living of rescuing rings and other little things from profound places—”

Yoongi laughs at that, but he doesn’t sound very amused.

“An archaeologist— god, this can’t be happening…”

“I’m really sorry, hyung…” Taehyung repeats, pouting at Yoongi even more, and perhaps the honest look on his face manages to tug on the older man’s heartstrings, because he sighs softly and shrugs as if saying that it’s alright, that it’s not that big of a deal, stop apologizing already before I kick your ass.

“Are you sure it didn’t just fall on the floor, though?” he suggests, his voice softer now. “Perhaps it’s there and you’re just making me panic for no reason?”

Well, shit. That’s actually a good idea Taehyung hadn’t even thought about.

“Oh,” he says, dumbly. His panic still doesn’t subside, and it will probably stick with him until his ring is back around his finger, but it can’t hurt to look. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Can you, uh. Can you get up please? So I can check underneath us…”

Yoongi huffs, but he accepts. he gets up on wobbly legs with Taehyung’s help (because one of his hands is covered in half-dried cum and his legs are too weak) while he mutters under his breath how lucky Tae is that he’s hot and nice, otherwise he would’ve already beat his ass.

(Taehyung apologizes once more, and this time Yoongi shuts him up by squeezing his cheeks together, kissing him on the lips and telling him that if he apologizes one more time, that’s when he’ll get mad).

Taehyung uses the flashlight of his phone to look at the floor of the bathroom for his ring while Yoongi makes himself presentable, cleaning the cum off his hand and dressing up again, at least partially.

The ring is nowhere to be found, sadly, and Taehyung sighs in defeat.

“It’s not there?” Yoongi asks him, hopeful, but when Taehyung looks at him and shakes his head, he sighs too, looking down. “Fuck. It’s really inside of me, then.”

“I… Yeah, I think it is. It’s… it’s not likely that it fell off before then, so… Yeah.”

“God.”

“It’s… It’s the most valuable thing I own. It’s an actual Gucci ring, you know?”

Yoongi sighs at that. “Of course it is…”

“I’m so—” Taehyung starts to apologize again, but he stops the moment Yoongi shoots him a warning glare. “I-I mean. Uh. Do you want to do this here so you can just go home afterwards and forget about this whole thing, or…?”

“Honestly? I think I’d rather go home with you so you can do that there. Your place, my place, I don’t even care— it’s definitely going to be more comfortable to try to do that there than here.”

“Right,” Taehyung nods. He wants to apologize again, he wants to apologize until the end of the world, and he wants his fucking ring back, too. He could kiss Yoongi again for being as understanding, but he doubts he would like to see him again after tonight.

“We’d agreed on another round, after all,” Yoongi adds, interrupting Taehyung’s self-deprecating thoughts.

He blinks in surprise.

“What? For real? Even after all this?”

“Are you kidding? Especially after all this. I think I deserve you make me cum at least two more times as soon as you fish your ring out of me.”

Oh.

Okay.

Things don’t go well.

They end up going to Yoongi’s place because Seokjin texted him to let him know he’d go to Hoseok’s, and that was a good arrangement. If things went well and Taehyung succeeded removing the ring from inside of Yoongi, they would be able to fuck again without having to worry about being quiet; then, if things didn’t go well and Taehyung didn’t succeed, at least there would be no one to witness Taehyung’s murder.

“Taehyung, I’d tell you this isn’t your fault, but I won’t because it really is your fault,” Yoongi told him, and Taehyung nearly whined in despair before the other man even continued, a little bit of exasperation but also amusement in his voice. “But that doesn’t matter because it was also an accident. You obviously didn’t do it on purpose, and I’m not gonna kill you for that. Everything has a solution, so stop panicking, alright?”

Yoongi looked up at him as they waited for the cab out on the street, and put his hands on one of Taehyung’s arms, which he had wrapped around himself. “That’s it. Enough pouting. Give me your hand. I’m not mad at you.”

Taehyung hesitated for a second, but he gave in. How could he not, frankly? He let Yoongi unentangle his arms and then take his hand in his. He even intertwined their fingers and gave Taehyung’s hand a squeeze, and suddenly Taehyung felt like that one Elvis song.

“There we go,” Yoongi tutted. “You’re an archaeologist, you said. You can tell me more about that, if you want. Is it fun? How do you study that? And do you have any special technique for reaching inside extra narrow places?”

Taehyung laughed despite himself, but he ended up groaning and covering his face with his other hand. “No, hyung, please — I want to die, stop trying to make me laugh.”

”Yeah, no, I don’t think I will. I’d rather have you laughing than moping.”

And Taehyung appreciated that, and he told Yoongi so, and when Yoongi smiled at him and replied with a simple ‘I’m glad’, it had Taehyung’s stressed little heart calming down a little bit.

He was really something else.

They kissed some more in the elevator on the way up to Yoongi’s apartment, and then some more when they were finally in there by themselves. It smelled really nice, like something sweet and warm that Taehyung couldn’t put his finger on but that reminded him of the taste of Yoongi’s skin when he kissed his neck back at the party.

The kisses were meant to distract Taehyung from his distress, and they worked like a charm. Yoongi assured him that he wasn’t mad, that if they stayed friends, they would surely laugh about this in the future — anything to get him to stop blaming himself.

However, in spite of their best efforts , things don’t go all that well.

Taehyung had Yoongi sprawled on his stomach on his bed, both of them completely naked and hard because they got a little bit too into their make-out session, and that was the position they used to try to reach for the ring. It was ridiculously hot in its own right, the sight of Yoongi like that, and Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from kissing and biting onto the older man’s shoulder and spine as he fingered him with lubed up fingers to be able to reach deeper. Yoongi was even more sensitive than he was before, and this time he was completely naked, so Taehyung could see the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under the soft light of his night stand as he fished for his ring.

But no matter what he did, he couldn’t reach it.

Taehyung could graze it when he thrusted his fingers deep inside (in a way that made Yoongi curse loudly and his muscles spasm in a way that was mindblowingly hot), but he feared that doing this again and again would only push the ring further inside Yoongi and hurt him somehow.

Objectively, he knew that this was a stupid -and hilarious situation overall, and maybe Yoongi was right and they would laugh about this in the future, but Taehyung, in spite of being turned on, was also genuinely worried. The ring was smooth and had no sharp edges, but what if it hurt Yoongi? He didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to hold his hand on other occasions, to have sex with him again, and to go on museum dates to talk about art and about fossilized insects in drops of prehistoric amber. Their respective best friends were dating, so even if Yoongi hadn’t showed up in his life until that night, that single night alone had changed everything between them.

Taehyung didn’t want for things between them to end before they even had a chance to start.

“I’m - I’m so sorry, but I don’t think isn’t working,” Taehyung said to Yoongi (who looked like he was having the time of his life with the prostate massage Taehyung had been giving him for the last minutes).

“Hnng,” Yoongi groaned unintelligibly before he turned his face to look over the shoulder Taehyung was kissing. His nose bumps against Taehyung’s chin in the process, and following a whim, Taehyung captured his lips on his. “For real? And you’re gonna stop now? Cause I think if you keep going a little longer you could make me cum again, jus’ saying…”

Taehyung chuckled softly, his heart doing a weird thing in his chest. Skipping a beat, maybe?

“Huh… Well, I mean…,” Taehyung started, slowly pulling his fingers out of Yoongi’s entrance before driving them inside again. “If you’re close… why not finish the job, right…?”

He tried not to go too deep, just in case, and he angled for Yoongi’s prostate specifically, which had the older man shivering and letting out a loud groan.

“Fuck, right there, that’s good—"

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t even think about stopping now, alright?”

“No way,” Taehyung assured him, fucking him with his fingers in a way that Taehyung knew would occupy his entire frontal lobe for at least a year. “I’ll make you cum again, hyung, but, uh… I still think the best thing would be to go to the emergency room afterwards, okay?” he said, because he had to, because it was the right thing to do, even if it meant interrupting the older’s pleasure (and Taehyung’s secondhand pleasure too).

Yoongi made a nonsensical sound.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, anything you want, baby,” he said, and Taehyung laughed again, but it was a choked, turned on sound.

He repeated the same movements from before, fucking Yoongi at a slow pace with three of his fingers, angling them carefully to avoid pushing the ring even deeper but trying to stimulate his prostate as best as he could at the same time, and it worked well. In a matter of minutes, Yoongi was coming all over his sheets, his walls constricting around Taehyung’s fingers (and, also, around his ring) like a vice. It was so hot— Yoongi was so hot, Taehyung wanted the earth to swallow him up for fucking up so terribly with someone as incredible as him.

Shortly after, Yoongi even helped Taehyung get off by giving him a haphazard handjob while he kissed him on the mouth, deep and lazy. He groaned against Taehyung’s mouth when he came all over his hip, and he looked down between them to take a peak of the mess he made before he kissed him again.

It was only when they’d both come down from their highs that they spoke about the elephant (ring) in the room (ass) again, with Taehyung lying on his side next to Yoongi, his chin perched over the older’s shoulder and their noses bumping together in a way that was oddly intimate but didn’t feel like too much at all.

“So,” Yoongi started, his voice steadier and more lucid now. “You’re really going to take me to the ER, then?”

“I… Yeah, I think that’s for the best,” Taehyung replies, and Yoongi hums. He inches a little closer to Taehyung on the bed, creeping like a little worm seeking for a warm body to cuddle even if it belongs to someone he only met hours ago. “I know you don’t want to hear it anymore, but I’m really sorry…”

Yoongi glares at him.

“Then don’t say it. Stop saying it.”

“It’s hard not to! I just… I don’t know. I’m just sorry for ruining your night over something so stupid.”

Yoongi snorts.

“Ruining my night?” He asks, closing his eyes again. “Please. You didn’t ruin my night — probably couldn’t if you tried — so don’t be an idiot. I’m literally naked in my bed with you, willing to let you take me to the emergency room to get your overpriced ring out of my asshole instead of running away with it. And not only that, but also, maybe I’m more than willing to join you and Jin-hyung and the others for a movie night one of these days. Or for a street food dinner. Or…”

“… A date in a museum?” Taehyung suggests, giving Yoongi a little smile that older man returns.

“Yeah. Yeah, that too. That’d be nice.”

“It really would. After the ER.”

Yoongi hums. “Okay, but hear me out. How about we nap first, then we take a shower, and then we go to the ER?”

“Only if you don’t mind cuddling a little while we nap. I need to cuddle something to sleep, you know?”

“Hm, if you don’t mind that I’m more of a meringue cake than a person right now and won’t reciprocate much, then go ahead,” Yoongi tells him, so Taehyung wasted no time movng closer and loopinh his arm around Yoongi’s waist.

“I don’t mind that at all,” he states, feeling far too many things at once after the mess that was tonight, except for once most of those feelings are good.

He’s sure he hears the older man mutter under his breath something that sounds like, ‘you’re so lucky you’re cute’.

“Shit, baby, my feet are killing me.”

Taehyung snorts at that, an unimpressed eyebrow raising under his carefully styled black fringe.

“Seriously? We’ve barely even danced, though,” he says, giving a pointed look at the man who is currently clinging onto his arm and distracting him from the piece of chocolate cake he’s trying to cut for himself. “I think the most we’ve done is walk around the place and take pictures with people. My cheeks hurt from fake smiling so much…”

“Hey,” Yoongi chides.

“What?”

“Don’t make heterosexual wedding jokes at my wedding, I’ll kick you out” Yoongi warns, his hands holding onto Taehyung’s bicep even if Taehyung knows they’re only there in the meantime, until he frees his hands and Yoongi can hold onto it. And Tae smiles to himself at that — Yoongi always did love holding his hands.

“But it’s my wedding too, you can’t kick me out,” Taehyung faux pouts, finally done cutting the slice of cake. It’s a bit too large, and he kind of made a small chocolate my mess on the dessert table, but whatever. It’s his cake. And his (rented) table. His, and Yoongi’s. The two of them paid for it, and for every other dessert on the dessert table, and for every table, and chair, and lamp, and flower decoration, and really — for everything else in this room. So Taehyung thinks he can make a mess if he wants. The two of them can.

He got some chocolate on his finger, so as he puts down the knife and he looks down at Yoongi he also brings his dirty finger to his mouth so he can lick it clean.

“Thats not possible, my husband and I booked this place all for ourselves,” Yoongi adds, and Taehyung almost laughs and he almost melts. Husband. It makes him giddy, but he manages to keep the butterflies down so he can play along with Yoongi and whatever little game he’s playing.

The shorter man starts fumbling with the buttons on the cuff of Taehyung’s suit while he tries to give him an unimpressed look, but the little smile on the corners of his lips and the happiness in his eyes give him away. He’s smiling on the inside, he can’t hide it, and it makes Taehyung smile too (even if it makes his cheeks ache even more).

“Your husband can’t be that good if you’re over here, flirting with a married man with chocolate on his fingers.”

”Well, this married man happens to have very nice fingers.”

Yoongi breaks character then, a little laugh escaping him beforr his barely-there flirty smile turning into a fuller one, with teeth and gums and all those things Taehyung loves.

All those things that make Taehyung want to eat him up.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Taehyung shakes his head, laughing lightly.

”You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Yoongi shrugs, not bothering to hide his smile and moving a little closer to Taehyung so that he’s pretty much trapping him against the dessert table. “But brace yourself, cause I’m going to get worse.”

Before Taehyung can ask or guess what he means, Yoongi reaches behind him so he can dip his own fingers (which are very nice too, if Taehyung might add) in the piece of cake Taehyung cut just now, his digits burying easily in the fudgy sweet. Taehyung’s eyes widen a little at the sight, intrigued and maybe a little offended at his piece of cake getting ruined, but then he notices Yoongi is smirking up at him. After that, he’s only intrigued.

Intrigued when Yoongi he takes his hand in his unceremoniously, purposefully dirtying him with chocolate once again, except all over this time.

“Wow,” Taehyung says unintelligently, his heart racing even if it’s already been five years since he’s been around Yoongi. He lets him have his way and dirty his fingers and coat them in chocolate, and it’s like a curtain dropped around them and nothing and nobody else exists aside from them. “How messy.”

Yoongi hums. “Maybe. But I always clean after myself, don’t worry.”

”Wow,” Taehyung repeats, his throat dry when he sees Yoongi bring his hand, the one dirty with chocolate, up to his mouth.

”Anybody ever tell you you’re awfully eloquent?” The older asks.

However, before Taehyung can even think of anything to say, Yoongi takes three of his dirty fingers into his mouth at once with the lewdest smirk he’s capable of. Fuck. Taehyung’s gut flips and something warm burns in the pit of his stomach at the sight of Yoongi’s pink tongue dragging up and down his fingers, though focusing mostly on the ring around one of them.

It’s the same Gucci ring he lost inside Yoongi when he fingered him in the bathroom at a party five years ago, the first time they met. It was a really long night, a very stressful one but also a very fun one, and Taehyung remembers it like it was yesterday. He also remembers the awkwardness of explaining their situation to the doctors and nurses at the hospital, and then, to their friends.

Yoongi loves the story, and Taehyung wants to hate it, but he really can’t, but he feels like dying every time someone brings it up.

Suddenly, Yoongi does this sexy thing where he sucks on Taehyung’s fingers to tease him, licks them clean of the chocolate, and it’s almost as if he were giving him a blowjob, but not really, but it’s still very inappropriate.

Right now, in the middle of their wedding, it’s probably not the best place to do this.

And that’s sad. Taehyung doesn’t want him to stop.

He’s about to suggest they take it to the restrooms so they get each other off quickly — just a little quickie before coming back to the party — when suddenly the sound of someone tapping on a microphone and a familiar voice saying, “hey? Hello? Can you hear me?” replaces the sound of the music.

Yoongi lets his fingers go at once, and Taehyung curses in frustration.

On the little stage set up at one end of the venue is Jimin, Taehyung’s best man, and he’s got the biggest smirk in the world and a microphone in his hand.

“Okay, I guess you can! Great’ Let’s get started, then,” he says into the mic, his smirk fixed on Taehyung and Yoongi before he looks around the room. “So, first of all I wanted to ask you all a question… Is everyone here familiar with the story of how Taetae and Yoongi-hyung met each other? Because, I swear, knowing that makes this whole wedding all the more… symbolic, if you know what I mean.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops, and he hears cheers and wolf whistles coming from somewhere in the venue, but Jimin shoots him a wink from the stage and makes a gesture with his hand telling him to relax.

“Don’t look at me like that, Taetae. You know it’s true. If you hadn’t lost your ring five years ago and Yoongi-hyung hadn’t, you know, returned it to you, then you two wouldn’t be here. That’s gotta be fate!”

Taehyung wants to explode, but he also can’t believe that most of the guests coo at that. Most of their friends and family don’t know their story (and they must never find out about it), but Taehyung can’t deny that when someone narrates it like that –leaving all the nasty bits out—, then it can sound quite… nice.

Looking down at his hands (one of which is still dirty with chocolate, courtesy of his freak of a husband), there are two rings on them. One is silver, one is golden, and they both would be nothing other than pretty meaningless objects if Yoongi wasn’t in the picture.

But Min Yoongi has been in the picture for quite a while now, and Taehyung hopes that he stays there with him forever.