Chapter 4

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3rd person

"What are you doing here, Taehyung?"

Yoongi looked up from his phone and stared at his younger member who is standing at his doorway.

Taehyung was crossing his arms and had a pout on his face.

"You let them fuck you, didn't you?"

Yoongi's eyes almost widened at what Taehyung said. He knew that nobody heard him and Seokjin, especially when Namjoon and he were in the leader's studio.

"Look, Taehyung -"

"You'll let me fuck you too, right?"

He paused, "What?"

"It's kind of unfair when you think about it," The younger said. "They get to have you while the rest of us has to wait in line and suffer."

Yoongi was even more confused, "What line?"

Taehyung sighed, "The point is, wouldn't it be fair if we - I'm mostly talking about myself - have a piece of the action?"

He walked inside the room and closed the door, Yoongi almost heard the faint click of the lock, because he doesn't want anyone ruining their moment.

They're lucky none of their members are at home.

"Taehyung..." Yoongi called under his breath, as if asking him what he was going to do next.

The younger walked over towards his hyung and stopped right in front of him with a little over a pinky of space left between the two of them.

Yoongi had nowhere to go because Taehyung already had him cornered by the bed.

The younger gently pushed Yoongi to sit down on the bed, the older did so whilst keeping eye contact.

Taehyung loomed over his hyung. The man may be older than him but the size difference between the two is obvious and the younger wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, there was a time when he and their members unconsciously agreed that they loved tiny Yoongi.

Yoongi couldn't look away from him. His eyes were just so alluring, so seductive, that he didn't notice Taehyung forming a smirk.

This made him realize what was about to go down.

The hand on Yoongi's shoulder slowly made its way to caress his soft cheek and trace his jawline. While another hand found its way inside his shirt.

"You better not move your hands, okay?"

Being told what to do by someone younger than him would've probably irritated him but instead, he slowly nodded in submission.

There was something in Taehyung's eyes, the way he touched him like he's the most fragile thing in the world, and the way he talked with authority.

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