Be My Mistake | TaeKook

US OR HIS

YOONGI

"us?", Taehyung repeats in confusion.

He does seem surprised, which is totally reasonable, however, both his face and body language scream pain. Which is something I surely haven't participated in causing. I'm wondering if it's a fresh wound or a scar that I unintentionally scratched?

"Yoongi. Oh, sorry, should I add Mister?.. I mean you're a hyung after all"

According to all the information I have gathered so far to know more about him, Taehyung is more of a defender. And when a defender attacks you, know for sure that he has already lost his land. What have you lost to make it a lose-lose situation in your voice, Taehyung?

"Yoongi, for now just Yoongi. As for later-”

"Yoongi then", Taehyung warns firmly. I'm not shocked, just a little bit disappointed.

"go on..", I want to hear more, I admire that he manages to look that adorable even when he gets a little bothered.

"Let's at first set a deadline of-"

“do you really think I can focus on work with you looking like a french catchy snack?”

He rolls his eyes and I furrow my brows for that, “Yoongi, I have heard lots of things about you, none of those was that you're a-”

“because I have never been”, I had to cut him. I won't accept any offence coming from those soft lips about me.

“what changed today? Drunk?”

“you know?”, I begin, making my way to his chair and leaning towards his beautiful face. “calling an alcoholic drunk may sound offensive to some”

“what should I call this state of yours then?, cheesy?, corny?-”, he keeps asking avoiding my gaze.

“love”, I reply calmly and for that I gain his eyes intertwined with mine.

I get closer to his warm breath, and as I barely make it to taste his lower lip and to wrap his neck with my hand softly, he pushes back bringing me harshly back to reality.

“leave, please”, he says quitely

“Taehyung-”

“I said leave, please. And from tomorrow you can deal with either Namjoon or Jungkook, or you can drop the whole thing if you want. I can find another composer soon and-”

"stop for a breath, Taehyung. I'm not here to deal with anyone but you. Don't look at me like if I'm here to persuade you for sex! If so, why would I wait for eleven months, three days and..", I pause checking the time on my watch, before I finish, "six hours and twenty minutes for that?"

Taehyung remains silent as a grave waiting for my mud to be clearer.

I naturally smile to myself before I take my phone out my coat's inner pocket. I unlock it making it to the gallery and I hand him the phone.

••••••••••

TAEHYUNG

My eyes widen in shock, I barely try to clear my throat but still stutter speaking, "this-.. this was-"

"at the last MMA. I don't know if you would relate, but I hate crowds. I can't stand any place that has hundreds of people, specially when I have no clue who the fuck they're. I was making my way out when I noticed you among them, and I swear to all the gods I don't believe in, I turned into a party animal who didn't dare move until you left. And with that, I raised a white flag for the first time of my life.”