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"Yes, yes, right there! Mmphh! Ah, please don't stop!", Taehyung exclaimed with his tearful face buried in the pillow, clinging to the undone sheets as if his life depended on it, while his ass, was rammed again and again by Yoongi who had located his prostate and was doing wonders with his hips’ movements. At that rate Taehyung wouldn't last much longer and he was certain that he was going to cum untouched. They'd been fucking for hours. The bed looked like a battlefield, sweaty and sticky bodies for the share pleasure began to feel exhausted, but both didn't want it to ever end. Yoongi wished he could be forever deep balls buried in Taehyung, feeling the younger’s tight heat around him, and Taehyung wanted to cum and cum for the rest of his life, feeling the immense pleasure of having Yoongi inside him forever.
Because they both knew that when that was over, the spell would break and they should cruelly return to reality.
Yoongi squeezed the grip of his hands around the younger’s waist and accelerated his movements. He was also close, but he wanted Taehyung to came first. Although with the vision of the beautiful young man before him, clinging to the sheets, not knowing what to do with his hands, while biting the pillow to silence his moans and holding his ass up high so he would take him from behind, Yoongi was sure not to be able to last much longer.
Yoongi stroked the long, soft, golden skin of the younger’s back that shuddered at the contact and gasped deeply as he felt the warmth of his hands running through it. Yoongi knew that the younger was dying to see him, to kiss him, to caress him, to feel every millimeter of his skin against him, but Yoongi preferred it that way. Impersonal.
"Hyung, I'm so close... please!", Taehyung groaned in a broken voice, exhausted but incredibly horny, beginning to tense. His ass gave a spasm and suddenly squeezed Yoongi's dick whose vision went blank for the sudden pleasure.
"Me too. It's okay, Tae, you can cum whenever you want, I'm here, I'll take care of you", Yoongi whispered in a choked voice, caressing as much skin as where in his hands' way, and sped as much as he could the movement of his hips. Taehyung felt his breathing get stuck in his chest and pleasure began to numb his limbs. Yoongi didn't overlook the fact that Taehyung's skin had begun to shed a faint, beautiful glow, and that his hands, tightly clinging to the sheets had released a couple of purple sparks depending on how he hit his prostate, but he was too overwhelmed with pleasure to ask what the hell was going on.
"God, I love you so much!", Taehyung suddenly exclaimed when his orgasm broke into him like an earthquake, tensing his entire body, moving a pleasant liquid fire under his skin, which ran through him from head to toe, while his ass squeezed viciously Yoongi's member who, petrified in his place and knowing that it should have been as anticlimactic as possible, had cum alongside him almost instantly upon hearing such a statement.
Well, oh shit!
The deal with his daughter had been simple.
After so many failures with the nannies he chose for her and tired of Christmas not being celebrated at home, her sweet, funny, mischievous and beautiful EunJi had reached the resolute determination to threaten her father telling him that she would take care of select who she called her "Perfect Nanny". And really, Yoongi hadn't been able to blame her. Despite being one of the most prestigious architects in the region, Yoongi had been looking for a promotion for years that would allow him to finally work from home and spend as much time as possible with his daughter, and that was what took him apart from her having to work long hours in one of the famous studios of the city, returning home too late and tired to enjoy a few moments with the girl who, anyway at that time was always going to bed.
At first, Yoongi hadn't believed it when Namjoon, his childhood best friend, had told him that the resignation letter awaiting him at his desk when he returned from work that afternoon, just a few hours after hiring the first person, was because EunJi, the beautiful, funny and angelic EunJi, had decided to play hairdressing and had gone with too much enthusiasm over the scissors. Luckily no one had been seriously injured, but the nanny ended up coming out the door of the house with a horrible haircut.
The second person had lasted two days, but hadn't reached the third after, agreeing to play hide and seek, EunJi would have gave them the scared of their life. Again, there had been no serious injuries, but shattered nerves, loosened sphincters by the deep fear experienced and a shame that prevented them from raising their head when the person came out the door that afternoon.
And so, the nannies were succeeding one after another.
Some people left the house livid; others completely soaked (no one, other than Yoongi or Namjoon, had managed to give the girl a bath); others trembling with anger; other disheveled; others agitated; others completely stained with food... The girl's care was so impossible to perform and the voice was running so quickly that when reading the Min last name in the nannies' request, the company refused to send more people home.
Yoongi had reached his first limit when the nannies stopped coming home, terrified of what the Min girl was capable of do to them, and EunJi's starry eyes flashed brightly when her father arrived that night from work with his deep and sharp look that said: "We have to talk". Namjoon, who had already prepared the girl to sleep, said goodbye in silence and a more eloquent look towards his friend, and Yoongi recalled the words the youngest had ever said during an argument: “Don't be so hard on her, remember that she only seeks your attention and company. She misses you a lot, Yoongi. She needs her father by her side”.
And so, between discussions, shouting, pouting, harsh words, eyes flooded in tears and requests more than fair, but impossible to fulfill in the near future, Yoongi had reached his second limit when EunJi, crying inconsolably and trembling with rage had threatened him saying that, if she didn't have the possibility to choose the next nanny, he shouldn't worry about hiring a new one because it would repeat what it had repeated in the last weeks. And while Yoongi had slammed the door leaving at that time, after thinking more calmly and an extensive talk with Namjoon until early morning, he'd reluctantly accepted the nanny's matter.
The Christmas blow had come a few days later, and too exhausted for a new discussion and with his heart devastated by never being good enough for his daughter, Yoongi agreed to give her that little happiness that year.
And everything had stopped being important the moment in which his daughter, in the middle of the supermarket to which they had gone to do the Christmas shopping, had approached him from a tall, elegant, beautiful and sensual young man’s hand, who held in his other hand, a purple umbrella with a Pomeranian's head beautifully carved in its fist, and with the same determination with which she had threatened him days ago, his daughter had said: “Appa, TaeTae oppa is Jimin-nim's best friend and sometimes he take care of us at art class when the professor gets sick, he has no job now and that's why I asked him to be my nanny. Appa, I found the Perfect Nanny!". Yoongi knew that it wasn’t right to feel everything he felt the moment Taehyung laid his gaze on him and pierced him as if he were the most exquisite delicacy, but he couldn't help it at all and his body reminded him of the exact time that passed for him without having sex or approach of any kind with other people, and everything in Taehyung exclaimed "I would love to take care of your daughter and alleviate your paternal problems, but I would also love to make you scream my name while I'm deep balls buried in you", and Yoongi, thinking that he would have greater common sense and self-control, discovered that day that he was too weak to refuse the charms of that beautiful stranger who watched him as if he were the only thing in his universe, immediately accepted the services Taehyung offered as a nanny. All for making his daughter happy.
The deal had been simple and had few clauses, which they had stipulated with rigor from the beginning.
Taehyung would take care of EunJi every day until December 24, which was the day they would announce if Yoongi had obtained the much desired promotion, or not, and anyway, he would start his vacation period and shouldn't return to work until a month and a half later. To be with her every day since Yoongi left the house too early for even the birds to be awake, Taehyung had moved with them and settled in the guest room. The young man would keep the house tidy and do its chores (this wasn't stipulated at any time, but the younger was the one who offered himself and Yoongi couldn't say no to that great offer of help) and would feed only the girl. When Yoongi saw the first dinner waiting for him at the kitchen table when he returned from work, on Taehyung's first night as a nanny, something uncomfortable twisted in his stomach and a lump formed in his throat. When he had looked up at the younger and he had returned the look with bright and intense eyes, waiting for a feedback or perhaps an appreciation, Yoongi hadn't hesitated to invite him to join him to dinner together.
And from that moment things had only been dangerously climbing.
Fucking the nanny didn't fit into any of the agreed clauses and the deal had ceased to be simple as soon as Yoongi had felt butterflies in his stomach when he watched Taehyung smile broadly and treat his daughter as if she were his own.
The sheets were still undone under their still agitated bodies, but neither of them was interested in getting out of bed to make it, and going back to it, even if a shower wouldn't been bad at all, neither of them wanted to leave their place next to the other. Ironically and in clear contrast of what the sexual act had been, both were lying in bed, on their sides facing and staring at each other in silence. That was too personal, but Yoongi couldn't help observing the younger’s with his beauty still agitated by the intense orgasm, his disheveled hair scattered on the pillow still damp with tears and drool, his beautiful and sharp cheeks all flushed, his tempting lips, slightly separated, inviting him to kiss them until both ran out of air, his eyelashes shaking sensually with each blink, his chest rising and falling frantically wanting to control his breathing and the agitated beats of his uneasy heart, his elegant hands of long fingers, limp in the little space between their bodies seemed restless to approach to his body and touch him, caressing everything he hadn't been able to do during sex for being in all fours, only receiving everything Yoongi had had to give him.
Yoongi watched him because he didn't know what else to do. He knew Taehyung was waiting for an answer, but he didn't have it. Nothing managed to get out of his lips and when he simply said: "Tae...", the spell was broken.
"I know. I'm sorry. Forget that I even said it", the younger said with his deep voice, a little hoarse yet from the moans and quickly lowered his gaze, focusing on his hands that, without being aware of it, had clenched into a fist. Yoongi felt his heart squeeze into his chest and his breathing suddenly seemed to not want to fill his lungs. Sex had been the escape valve to the powerful and intense sexual tension and deep and obvious attraction they had from the beginning, but at no time did they talk about feelings. Taehyung's contract would come to an end before Christmas and both, he and his daughter, should forget that at some point he was part of their lives. Yoongi was devastated to just think that EunJi should go through that stage of mourning.
There was no place for romance, dating and feelings when all that would mean nothing within a few days, when Taehyung was his employee, when all he had done was give him great help with raising his daughter. Yoongi felt terrible about it, he hadn't wanted to be excited because there was no chance of anything starting in the first place. The deal had been simple, that feelings and love had surprised him halfway had nothing to do with the fact that Taehyung would disappear from their lives as soon as he had appeared in them, and Yoongi didn't want to suffer another heartbreak. He knew that neither his body nor his mind would be able to bear it once more.
Unable to look Taehyung's attempt to conceal his disappointment, without a word, Yoongi turned in bed ready to sleep. But as soon as he did, he soon felt the warm and comforting heat of Taehyung's body against his, covering him as if it were a soft blanket, surrounding him with his arms, holding him firmly by the waist, placing his large hands on his chest, attracting him to his body heat, until his back were completely attached to his front, entangling his legs to his and hiding his face between his shoulder blades, after placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Yoongi successfully suppressed the shudder that threatened to run him from head to toe, but couldn't avoid the complete and automatic relaxation of his body by coming into contact with Taehyung's. In the morning he would find it disgusting to have slept sticky and to find the cum all dry in their bodies, but at that moment, he couldn't care less, if that meant that Taehyung held him in his arms with the mute desire to never want to let him go, and the silent promise that he would always be for him.
…
It was an irrefutable truth, even for Namjoon who at first couldn't believe it, that EunJi had managed to be equal or even happier with Taehyung, than she had been with all the previous nannies, and Yoongi's insecure side would dare to say that even with him.
Taehyung had made the girl bathe, tidy her room, do her homework and go to bed early without any complaints, while singing songs and playing fun games. Yoongi noticed her daughter much happier when she commented enthusiastically that she had gone for a walk with “TaeTae”, or that they had spent the day at the animal shelter, taking care of and feeding the animals there, or when she approached him and showed him the beautiful drawings they had done in the afternoon inspired by a movie they had seen. Yoongi loved seeing her daughter speak openly and in a natural way about her feelings and emotions, something she’d learned directly from Taehyung, and he was proud to notice that she’d taken healthy habits from him.
Within a matter of weeks, Taehyung had managed to be the warm, sweet and kind presence that both, father and daughter, had longed for so long, making them both understand each other and notice that they were more alike than they had always believed. Taehyung was the honey that united them, gave their lives flavor and made everything much better and bearable among them. He was the softness they had needed for having a hard life, the kindness that melted their hearts and the share of daily fun they had waited for so long.
EunJi was happy, Taehyung seemed to have grown fond of the girl, and Yoongi couldn't be more delighted by that. Despite that he had fallen in love with the “Perfect Nanny”, of course.
It really wasn't his intention, and when Namjoon asked him with a mixture of skepticism and surprise, while crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile of fascination and his grimace of disbelief, Yoongi felt stupid and deeply ashamed. But he couldn't help it. Not with someone like Taehyung who made himself love easily, and pierced the hearts of people with his boxy smile, his intense and bright coffee eyes, his deep and sensual voice, his infinite kindness, his gentle soul and his big heart. After Yoongi saw him interact with EunJi and proved before his own eyes how much his daughter had improved, adding their shared dinners after a long and tiring day of work, the honest and extensive talks until early morning, the looks so intense and eloquent, the complicity accompanied by wide smiles, the casual touching that stained the cheeks of an intense pink color, the sincere and contagious laughs, the company so longed for and once found, so comforting and serene, the intense and incredibly pleasant sex, it was a matter of little time for Yoongi to fall madly in love with the beautiful young man.
So, the deal was supposed to be simple, but for Yoongi it wasn't at all and every time he had the younger around, it was harder to control the emotions that threatened to surface in him. But his mind kept insisting that it couldn't be possible and the younger's confession had made things even worse.
That day, however, everything would get worse for Yoongi.
He had started the morning of December 22, his day off, with his left foot when, he went out to do the last Christmas shopping, to find that it was downpouring and borrow Taehyung's umbrella, he couldn't open the object in any moment, so he managed to make purchases in record time to return home and prepare lunch, while EunJi and Taehyung finished giving the last house’s decorations.
Christmas had something that made him nervous and he’d never been able to say why it was, but Taehyung had managed to completely change his perspective of that time with his enthusiasm and Christmas spirit, something for which the elder was really grateful and tempted to invite him to spend Christmas with them since the younger hadn't spoken anything about what his plans were for that day.
However, the panic with which Taehyung's eyes received him on his return from shopping, caused Yoongi not to feel so sure of making the invitation.
"What happen?", asked the elder as he left the umbrella at the door and put the bags with purchases on the counter.
"My umbrella...", the younger commented distractedly observing the object whose fist, without Yoongi noticing, turned to watched him and blink twice.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry I didn't ask you for borrow it, you were still sleeping and it was raining when I went shopping, but I didn't use it anyway", Yoongi commented as he walked through the kitchen putting the things in their respective places. "You should send it to fix because it didn't matter how much I fought with it, it refused to open up".
Taehyung looked sharply back at Yeontan, the name he had given the Pomeranian of his umbrella, which was nothing more than the spirit’s preservation of his familiar who had died years ago and that thanks to the power of his grandmother had endured in time at his side, always accompanying him, and the dog nodded once, while smiling and winking, reassuring him. Taehyung would have found the situation fun, if the environment hadn’t been so tense between them since the night in which he’d escaped the declaration he had wanted to make since he met him and felt that his life would change forever, and that throughout his stay at home he had checked that. Seokjin, his older brother, would have been proud of how well he’d sharpened his intuition.
"Taehyung...", Yoongi called softly in front of him, countertop between them, and when the aforementioned turned his head and observed him, he noticed that the eldest had been talking to him and he hadn't paid attention to him because he was too deep in his feelings, gathering the courage to tell him what he’d been trying to say a couple of days ago. "There’s something I must tell you, but first I want you to tell me what you wanted to tell me the other day and couldn't wait", Yoongi asked watching him with intensity and a brightness too much like hope in his beautiful and sharp eyes. Taehyung felt terrible.
"Oh yeah. Ehhm, I must leave before 24 as we had agreed", he began with a neutral expression, pretending that it wasn't killing him inside as it was clear that he was doing it for Yoongi who was unable to hide it in the grimace of his face. "You shouldn't worry about EunJi, I have already spoken with her and she accepted very well that today is the last day I’ll spend with her, as her nanny. That's why we created this activity so that you can do it with us too", he said, handing him some paper pieces of different colors that Yoongi took in silence, stunned and helpless by the sudden information. "We will decorate part of the Christmas tree with these papers in which there will be wishes with our handwriting, and the idea is that in Christmas night they come true", he said with enthusiasm and bright look, while a tender smile made its way into his lips. But when he noticed that Yoongi was staring at him with an expressionless face and his deep, dark gaze had begun to weigh on him, immediately add: "You don't need to do it if it bothers you. I know you don't like Christmas and you're probably thinking it's ridiculous and it won't be fulfilled anyway, it's just that I thought maybe we could have this last memory together... You also don't have to pay me for the days I won't be here, I'm aware of the agreement of the pay, so I will not claim anything if that worries you...", commented the younger, clearly nervous by the intensity of Yoongi's gaze on him, without understanding that the elder was assimilating all his words, trying to recover of the little hope that had formed in him of just thinking that Taehyung might say yes, willing to spend Christmas with them, and that shattered in matter of seconds. "God hyung, tell me something please!", he asked with a broken voice and that seemed to get Yoongi out of his thoughts.
"Sorry, yes, it's fine. I'll do it. And it doesn't seem absurd at all. Thanks to you I learned to appreciate these holiday time, now I see everything with a new perspective" he commented in a kind voice, smiling softly and the color soon rose to Taehyung's cheeks.
"What was what you should say to me?", asked the younger, trying to divert the subject, trying to relieve the heavy atmosphere that had formed around him.
"Oh, something without importance. You shouldn't worry about it now", Yoongi commented, looking down at the papers in his trembling hands.
"Hyung...", Taehyung softly called, but Yoongi didn't yield.
"And you shouldn't worry about the pay, that's out of the question, you will have what was agreed in the contract", continued the elder, avoiding the younder's eyes which seemed to burn him for the intensity with which he piercing him.
"Hyung", called firmly and although he managed to get the elder's attention, EunJi's tender and cheerful stomps on the ground, announcing her with his singing voice to the shout of "TaeTae", managed to decompress the atmosphere between them and bring a little of relief.
Lunch was finishing cooking in the oven, so Yoongi took advantage of that moment before lunch to write his “wishes” on the colored papers Taehyung had given him. Yoongi's mind was too scattered and far away to be aware of what his hand scribbled in each and every paper, but judging by the similar letters in all of them, it was the same word. Because there was only one thing that Yoongi really wanted with all his heart above all else and he had precisely transferred it to paper because he knew it would never come true. When Taehyung burst unexpectedly into the kitchen asking for the food and if he had finished to writing down his wishes, Yoongi quickly hide the papers and folded them as his daughter had strictly indicated so that no one could read his wish more than the "Christmas Spirit", because "That's the only way they can be fulfilled, Daddy!", and had folded them so that Taehyung's attentive vision couldn't read any.
"Can I know what your wishes were, hyung?", asked the younger in a better mood since he’d been with EunJi playing and clearing the tension between them, provoking him gently, reluctantly tearing a smile from Yoongi's lips who handed him the papers and shook his head silently. "Come on hyungieee!", he pretended to be shocked at the elder’s refusal who chuckle as he took the food out of the oven. "Or maybe I could find out for myself?", he provoked with a mischievous smile and bright eyes, and Yoongi let out a choked laugh.
"You wouldn't dare!", Yoongi exclaimed lightly as he prepared the table and called EunJi to wash her hands and come to eat.
"Try me!", Taehyung pressed in a tone that caused Yoongi's mouth to suddenly dry and a chill ran through him. Why did it suddenly seem that they were no longer talking about wishes?
"Well, if you read it, you’ll find that I have simply written “leather jacket”", Yoongi explained, successfully avoiding the new tension that threatened to form around them again, while serving lunch. "The one I have has more holes and patches than it should, so I could have a new one", he simply answered with a resounding tone, ending the conversation at the right time in which EunJi entered changing the atmosphere again and leading the conversation to another direction. Yoongi tried not to think too much about Taehyung's thoughtful silence while serving his daughter's lunch.
…
Yoongi hadn't wanted to say goodbye and that was a heavy and heartbreaking detail that would haunt him until the end of his days. He was sure of it. Just as he was sure that despite his young age, EunJi was processing it much better than him, a full-grown adult.
Taehyung had left the same way he’d arrived. Wrapped in his elegant clothes, that in the last weeks he had left a little aside in favor of going after the girl so that her care was more practical and simple, taking for the last time EunJi’s hand who kept talking and smiling at him, and holding in the other his precious umbrella. Yoongi had witnessed his daughter nanny's farewell from afar, feeling deep mixed feelings about it and not knowing very well how to deal with them. In the last month, he had come to the crude realization that Taehyung was the very representation of everything he’d always longed for, wanted and expected all his life. He was who made him feel safe and loved; sure of what he was doing with his parenthood, when his resolution had always failed in the past, showing him that it wasn't necessary that he should take care of everything by himself; that it was healthy that someone else taking care of him too, that he should allow himself to do that. He was the relief that came after a hard day at work, the spontaneous laughter that relaxed the tension in his body, the warmth that melted his heart and warmed his chest. He was the company he’d always wanted for spend too much time alone. The bridge that helped him reach EunJi... Taehyung was everything Yoongi had always wanted; the person with whom he had dreamed on more than one occasion and with whom he had projected himself in the future, happy, serene, eternal. His other half. The other father that EunJi had always deserved.
After kissing her forehead, hugging her and humming a sweet lullaby to the girl in her arms, Taehyung had looked up and had placed his eyes on him for the last time before disappearing through the door forever.
And perhaps it hadn't been the simple fact of not saying goodbye what would haunt him day and night for the rest of his life, installing that unpleasant regret in his stomach, but that last look that the younger had thrown at him before leaving. Those beautiful brown coffee eyes flooded with the perfect mixture of happiness and sadness; of relief and frustration; of the infinites "What ifs...?"; from the past "We can'ts...". There was so much feeling, so much emotion, so much depth, so much longing, so much disappointment in that look that Yoongi would never be able to erase from his memory Taehyung's eyes on him.
Yoongi failed to achieve, for the seventh consecutive year, the much-desired ascent and as soon as he'd been told that morning from the company, congratulating him on his well-deserved vacation that was about to begin and wishing he enjoyed it to the fullest, he responded with the letter of immediate resignation, earning the automatic congratulation of Namjoon, who delighted that his hyung began to take the reins of his life, had celebrated with him while they breakfast and began the day that already promised to be intense.
"Taehyung hasn't only done a good job with EunJi, but he has completely transformed you, hyung, and I can't be happier for it", his best friend had said, not knowing what had happened, and the awkward silence that made his way among them but the sore grimace that overshadowed his face, were more than enough explanation for Namjoon.
The music was too loud for his liking, but what was happening inside his house that night was beyond his will because a simple girl, his daughter, the person he loved the most in the world, no matter how ridiculous it had been, had decided to take care of the party that was celebrating Christmas at home. All the people there were familiar faces, but if it had been for Yoongi, it would only have been EunJi, him and Namjoon, and a movie marathon night.
Yoongi had lost track of the time he’d been standing in front of the Christmas tree that gave life to his living room with its fun and dynamic sequence of colored lights. Every so often he heard EunJi's voice with her enthusiastic shouts and her crystalline voice giving orders and calling the guests, followed by Namjoon's soft and serene laughter that followed her closely, taking care for her not to get out of control. Since he’d risen that morning on December 24 he had noticed something strange in the tree and when EunJi, rubbing her eyes with her bed hair, but too excited about Christmas night to continue sleeping for another moment, she had stopped next to him and had made grabby hands for his father to take her in his arms. When Yoongi did it immediately, the girl had simply said with her little head on his shoulder: “TaeTae's papers with our wishes are missing“, everything made sense in Yoongi's mind. The tree was emptier that morning and when he looked around the room, he found that one of the windows of the balcony was wide open. His mind’s logic assured him that surely, the wind had blown them out the window. However, his daughter's comment was what sowed the seed of bewilderment and longing in his chest. “You shouldn't worry daddy, it's better that way because it's the only way that wishes can be fulfilled”, EunJi had said rounding his neck with her little arms and even though he knew they were the innocent desires of a little girl who still believed in the Christmas spirit, that it could never become reality what he had wished with all the strength of his in love heart, something in Yoongi stirred restlessly at his daughter’s words and something warm and exciting similar to hope, bloomed in his chest.
"Hyung, we are ready for the toast", Namjoon called when he stopped by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to Christmas Eve, to the party at his house, to his loneliness, to his grief. Namjoon smiled sweetly and softly when he noticed the mixture of emotions in his grimace, understanding him silently as he’d always done, and simply placed his forehead against his. "You know you'll always have me, right? That I love you so much and I have you so close to my heart that in this situation it's almost as difficult to breathe for me as it is for you. And I know that my words will not be any consolation to you, but because I know you and I love you and I always want the best for you and for my sweet and beautiful EunJi, I tell you that you have never done anything wrong; that you are a wonderful, magnificent father, that sooner or later it will past, because it's good that you have fallen in love, I'm proud of you for it, and I want you to know that you always have me for anything, at any time, in any circumstance, hyung", he whispered with his calm, soothing voice, piercing him with his deep and eloquent eyes, reminding Yoongi that he should be grateful every damn day of his life for having Namjoon in it because it's seemed to fit no more love in his chest that the amount he already felt for his best friend.
"Joon-ah...", Yoongi said in a broken voice, moved, while hugging him tight.
"I know, hyung. Then you can thank me", the younger laugh as he hugged him back and traced soothing circles on his back. "Now we must return to the table to toast if we don't want EunJi to disinherit us forever", he joked and between laughter and funny whispers both friends went together to receive Christmas.
Yoongi had finally managed, after that intense day, to be alone at home, after a long time. Loneliness was something he’d always felt comfortable with, but since he was a father, there had been very few moments he’d been able to enjoy for himself. And the saint that was Namjoon, knowing that his nerves were still altered and that he needed to relax, had decided to take EunJi home with the promise of celebrating Christmas there with Hoseok and Jungkook, his college friends, something for which Yoongi would be eternally grateful.
So, he had taken the opportunity to take a bath and slowly start ordering the chaos the party had left. When not even three hours had passed since he had said goodbye to his daughter and he heard the house's bell ringing, he approached to open the door with a smile mixed with anticipation and tenderness, thinking that EunJi missed him too much to stay away from him. But his grin broke down as soon as he discovered behind the door Taehyung's figure in front of him carrying packages on his arms, dressed as elegantly and neatly as ever, his purple umbrella hanging from his arm, piercing him with his beautiful and intense look with a grimace that it was the perfect mixture of frustration, indignation, tenderness, surprise and infinite love.
"You fucker!", he suddenly exclaimed without giving him time to greet him, and despite the expression he used there wasn't a hint of evil in his voice, but the same mixture of frustration, tenderness and love of his face.
"Tae, what are you...?", Yoongi began bewildered, watching him from head to toe, seriously believing he was dreaming.
"I can't believe I really believed it the leather jacket thing!", Taehyung said as he entered the house after the elder stepped aside and allowed him to come. "Where's EunJi?", he asked as he looked everywhere around and didn't find the girl.
"At Namjoon's", Yoongi simply answered, staring at him as if the young man was a kind of mirage, a cruel illusion that his mind had created to rub in his face that he should have took the opportunity when he had it, to make fun of him for how ridiculous he had been to desire what he had wished. Seeing him with his arms full of gifts and notice that one of them looked like a piece of clothing, Yoongi would have laughed if the bewilderment he felt for having him before him, after believing that he would never do it again, wouldn't have been greater than the surprise.
"How...?", he started just as bewildered, as he closed the door and turned to look at the younger who had left the packages on the couch and stared at him.
"I don't know, you tell me! You were the one who wrote my name in all the damn papers I gave you for your wishes!", Taehyung exclaimed scandalized, with big eyes taking the bundle of papers from his blazer pocket and waving them in the air in front of him.
"You are the one with the magic, you should be able to explain to me how they came to you in the first place when they shouldn't have left the tree", Yoongi said raising an eyebrow, but the grin on his face was soft, almost funny. Taehyung swallowed violently, muted by the elder's words. "Have you taken to fix the umbrella, or does Yeontan just answer your orders?", Yoongi asked with bright, funny eyes, but Taehyung was too tense to notice the tenderness in him.
"Hyung, there's something you should know about me...", he began with a choked voice and horrified eyes, willing to risk everything, but when noticing that Yoongi shook his head an unpleasant weight settled in his stomach.
"The only thing I should know about you is if the statement you made while you were cumming between my legs that night didn't change at all", Yoongi said seriously through his dark, sharp gaze, and heard Taehyung's breathing hitch in his throat, while a pink blush settled on his golden soft cheeks. "Because if it changed, there's nothing to explain. We have nothing to talk about, except the magnificent work you have done as EunJi's nanny. But if it didn't change, nothing matters... actually yes, but it can wait, because I must tell you that I couldn't help falling in love with you, that I love you, that you are the most beautiful thing that I have crossed path with, that you have become, together with EunJi, the most important thing of my life and despite the little time we know each other, I feel that I have always knew you, that I'm united to you by an invisible force that prevents me from wanting to separate from you, and that I want to be always by your side, Tae. I don't want to lose you again and I want you to be part of Eunji's life".
"Yoongi... Hyung...", Taehyung said in a trembling voice, unable to believe what he was hearing and faced with the uncertainty of the younger, Yoongi suddenly panicked by a possible rejection.
"I know that I'm not the companion that most people would like in their lives", Yoongi quickly said, nervously. "I work too much, I'm not very attentive, nor affectionate, and as a father I leave much to be desired, but I'm willing to change...", he promised feeling a lump in his throat, restless because the insecurities he had tried to keep out since he had met him, had suddenly surfaced.
"Hyung no...", Taehyung interrupted, quickly approaching him and took his face gently. "You shouldn't change anything, at all! You are perfect for me as you are. And that's how I love you, with all your flaws and virtues. That's how I met you, that's how I fell in love with you, and that's how I accept you", Taehyung whispered close to his face, stroking his flushed cheeks with his thumbs, as he pierced him with his intense and sure coffee look. "And I would love to spend the rest of my life with you and EunJi", he finished with his deep voice and Yoongi bit his lower lip so that he would stop trembling with the emotion that ran through him from head to toe. Finally someone was saying yes, accepting him without judging him for his fatherhood and his way of being, understanding him without asking for anything in return, loving him without reservation.
The kiss that came later was inevitable, and Oh God, Yoongi loved to kiss Taehyung! He could spend the rest of his life doing it, without getting tired of it, drinking from him as if he were the elixir of life he needed to survive. He loved the strong electric shock that ran through him every time Taehyung laid his hands on him; how serene his mind became with his sweet and unique presence in his thoughts; the warmth that spilled in his chest when he felt safe, protected; the intensity with which his body responded to the younger's; the immediacy with which his member responded to the caresses and the closeness of him.
"There's something I should ask you first", Taehyung whispered agitated against his mouth, his big hands gently holding him by his waist, while his hips rubbed against his, and Yoongi couldn't suppress the moan that broke through his parted lips. "Let me take care of you, hyung. Let me do it, I promise you’ll never regret it, just... Let me take care of you", he asked in a whisper, gently kissing his lips and then slowly running his tongue over his and bringing him even closer against his body so that he felt his hardness. Yoongi suddenly lost his breath and his body was invaded by a desperate heat and a blind need that settled in his lower belly.
"Tae", Yoongi whispered breathlessly, responding to the rubbing of their hips with more pressure, desperate for more contact. And suddenly Taehyung's lips were on his again with greater intensity than the previous one, with the same need and desire he felt, with the pressing despair of more, of wanting to consume himself in the arms of the other, but at the same time wishing to take all the time in the universe.
"Please, say yes", Taehyung begged a few inches from his lips when they parted. Yoongi, overwhelmed by everything he felt, wasn't able to spin two words together.
"I want... I want you... Bedroom, now", he managed to articulate rounding the younger's neck who, without saying more words, only kisses and caresses, held him firmly by the waist, lifted him up in the air and together they disappeared behind the room doors.
Yoongi never knew why it had crossed his mind that it had been best to maintain "impersonal" sex with Taehyung, when being as close as possible to the younger's body, breathing the same agitated breath, tightly hugging him, straddling his thighs, while feeling the younger's three fingers deeply buried in his ass, wet and messy, prepping him sweetly and tortuously, feeding the fire that ran under his skin, making his dick dripping deliciously with each movement he made against the younger's abdomen, it was the best thing that had happened to him.
Taehyung kissed his neck again and again and all extension of thin white skin exposed in front of him and made a slight pressure on his prostate with the tips of his fingers causing Yoongi's vision to fill with white dots while his breathing remained stuck in his chest. Taehyung's member was constantly rubbing against his thigh leaving a trail of precum, desperate to climax and the younger needed all his self-control to not cum right there and then with the vision of his hyung's body straddling his thighs, desperately impaling himself on his fingers, releasing from his sweet lips the most obscene and erotic noises he had ever heard.
"Tae... Nngghh", Yoongi repeated over and over again, anxiously moving his hips wishing to reach what Taehyung seemed to deny him, stroking the younger's face as if he wanted to burn the beauty of Taehyung staring at him at the tip of his fingers, without losing any movement, drinking each and every one of his gestures, his grimaces, hearing each and every one of his sounds. "Taehyung-ah!", he groaned in a broken voice over the lips of the younger who affectionately nibbled his lower lip as he ran down his right side with his free hand, making him shiver at the warmth of his hands.
"Can I?", Taehyung asked mischievously kissing the edge of his jaw, while massaging his right nipple with his fingers. Yoongi immediately arched, letting out a deep moan, while stopping his hips, holding inside him the three fingers that massaged all the right places.
"Please!", he gasped desperately when Taehyung removed his fingers from him, feeling his ass suddenly empty, squeezing nothing, desperate to be filled again, to ripped from him that overwhelming pleasure that swelled his chest of satisfaction, left his skin buzzing pleased and calmed his mind.
"So cute. So beautiful", Taehyung muttered through his teeth, his eyes full of love, while he threw more lube on his dick, pumping it a couple of times and placed his tip in the desperate entrance of the elder who delicately took his face and directed it to his so they didn't lose eye contact at any time. Taehyung kissed him slowly and sweetly, while gently placing his hands on Yoongi's waist, without pressing or guiding, waiting for his hyung to set the rhythm between them, to show him what he wanted, how he wanted it, to let him know him. And God, Taehyung loved him so much!
Yoongi immediately went down on Taehyung's member and both groaned in the other's mouths when they were completely buried in each other. Both soon found a frantic and pleasant rhythm, with some intervals of intense speed, and others of pleasant slowness, letting go completely. Soon they found the balance that had them desperate to cum immediately.
"I love you so much, hyung", Taehuyng whispered against the lips of the aforementioned who simply moaned and accelerated the rhythm of his hips, when he felt Taehyung's huge hands gently massage and squeeze his ass cheeks, then separate them and find the support to ram him quickly and deeply.
"I love you too... Like that, just like that! Tae-ah, AH!", Yoongi shouted when Taehyung managed to find his prostate and the intense heat of his abdomen slowly spread throughout his body, tensing him, melting him to such intense pleasure.
Taehyung brought his lips to his left nipple and made a slight suction, providing only a slight brush of teeth and that brought Yoongi almost to the edge.
"T-Tae... nnghh... Oh, God!", Yoongi exclaimed seeing stars.
"I know, I'm feel it too. You are so beautiful!", Taehyung murmured against his skin, licking it, kissing it. "I've got you, let it go".
"Taehyung!", Yoongi shouted arching impossibly, while increasing the frantic rhythm of his hips and deeply impaling himself in the younger's pulsating member.
"That's it, let it go, I'm here, I've got you. I'll take care of you, hyung", he promised with softness and infinite love, taking him by the waist, directing his ramming to make him cum.
"I love you!", Yoongi shouted spilling intensely on Taehyung's abdomen that followed him a few seconds later cumming balls deep inside him as he buried his face in the elder's neck who had surrounded his neck with his arms, had leaned his cheek against his disheveled and deposited hectic kisses, while both came down of their high.
Neither of them said anything and they remained connected, enjoying the post-orgasmic delight that made their skin buzzing satisfied, between soft kisses and reverent caresses. There was nothing to say at the time, but to enjoy the closeness of the other, sharing, feeding on the others love. Yoongi finally felt at peace and Taehyung didn't remember being so happy in his life.
Bathing together represented another orgasm for each one, and at the time of resting their heads on the pillow, both were so exhausted, satiated and happy that they were unable to exchange any word, more than intense looks full of love, soft complicit smiles and mutual caresses. Taehyung surrounded his beautiful and tiny hyung with his arms and pulled him against his body in a warm and comforting hug. Yoongi let himself be done, too comfortable in Taehyung's heat to complain and move away. Instead, he hid his face in the arc of the younger's neck and deposited a trail of kisses there, while his hands extended on his chest, feeling at the tip of his fingers the accelerated throbbing of the younger's heart that was unable to erase the smile on his face.
Both could spend the rest of their lives in that comfortable position, one in the arms of the other, and although they knew that they had a sincere pending talk, and another that included EunJi, for the moment that little piece of heaven was enough for them.
Yoongi would be eternally grateful for his daughter's tenacity and the success the little girl had had in finding the Perfect Nanny.