Truth or Dare, hyung? {ENG}

Chapter 2/2: Visitor

Yoongi hated it. He hated feeling like this. He hated why he felt like this. But the memory of Taehyung's breath on his neck had him undoing his pants in seconds. He shouldn't be doing this. There was too much beneath this, too much he wasn't ready to accept. But when his fingers reached his aching member, the sound that came out of his lips said otherwise.

Maybe he shouldn't be doing this. And maybe that turned him on even more.

It was as if he let go completely. He grabbed his dick, rubbing his thumb over the tip and biting his lip harshly, although that didn't stop the guttural groan emerging from his throat. He swallowed heavily before starting a steady rhythm. He was desperate. He was furious. They shouldn't have played that stupid game. He shouldn't have agreed to participate in that stupid dare. And Tae shouldn't look at him in that damn way. Like he wanted to eat him up. Like he-

"Fuck, Tae..." He whispered in the dark, a raspy mutter filled with rage and something more. Something he would rather not think about.

A cracking sound.

Yoongi froze instantly, holding his breath. He barely had any time to pull his pants up and roll to one side before the door opened. His back to the door, his eyes shut. This is ridiculous. This was his room. He should get up and kick the ass of whoever had decided to bother him this late in the night. It probably was Seokjin, it wouldn't be the first time he had come out of nowhere whining about the 'eternal roommates' bullshit and about missing him. Or maybe Jimin or Jungkook, wanting to take a picture of the hickey. But the idea of any of them seeing his boner and guessing the reason for it was gut-wrenching, so he pretended to be asleep.

Whoever it was, they had closed the door behind them. He heard steps getting closer to his bed but that was the only thing he could hear, so he dismissed the idea of it being Jimin, for the lack of giggles. It would be Kookie. Probably.

The steps stopped. Yoongi felt the bed sinking on the other edge behind him. He raised his shoulder slowly, trying to cover his mark as best as he could. He wasn't planning on making things easy for his intruder, if the fucking brat really thought he could have a picture as a pretty souvenir for-

"I know you're awake, hyung."

But the voice that resonated across the room wasn't from the maknae. It was from...

Taehyung.

Yoongi's gut seemed to flip over. Shit. He heard me. Moaning his name. What the hell is he going to think of me now?

He heard a low chuckle on his back, mixed with a crack as his visitor put more weight on the bed. When he spoke again, he was closer. "You've always been terrible at pretending to be asleep, you know that?" Yoongi swallowed, or so he tried, only to realize his mouth was a bit dry. His breath burned.

He felt fingers tracing his shoulder slowly, sending shivers down his spine. "In fact, it's not the only thing you're bad at hiding." His fingers moved in circles over the thin material of his shirt. "Truth or dare, hyung?" He hummed, right over his ear, his lips wet on his skin.

Yoongi felt his boner jerk and let out a shaky sigh. He felt the younger smile on his skin and knew it was pointless to pretend to be asleep now. "T-Taehyung..." His voice a warning, but also a plea.

"Shhh you know the rules, hyung." His voice warm and intoxicating, and Yoongi couldn't help but melt before him, relaxing his limbs at his touch. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth..." He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know what was going to happen. But Tae had now placed his fingers over the mark on his neck and that was the only thing he could think of. He shivered when he traced it, sensitivity wandering through each part of his body.