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"So, let me get this straight," Yoongi was sitting criss-cross applesauce in a brown leather chair in the corner of the Barnes and Noble Taehyung worked at. Taehyung was keeping busy, or trying to look like he was keeping busy, putting away books in the Modern History section. "A week ago you were hiding in your room because you were too scared to even look at Jungkook, and now you're dating?"

"Yup," Taehyung bounced excitedly on his toes. Jimin kept quiet in the chair next to Yoongi, his nose buried in a manga, his feet resting in Yoongi's lap. Yoongi's fingers were wrapped around Jimin's thin ankle, his thumb circling idly on his pale skin.

"And everything is.. fine?" 

"Everything is perfect," Taehyung quipped. Yoongi's eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Yoongs," Taehyung laughed, finally turning around to look at them. "Nothing is wrong."

"You've got that look. Tell me what's wrong."

"Babe, they seem happy. Can't you let them be happy?" Jimin sighed and lowered his manga. "If Taehyung says there's nothing wrong, then-"

"Okay, fine!" Taehyung threw his hands up, groaned, and plopped down on the wooden table in front of them, his face in his hands.

"Told ya," Yoongi said to Jimin, causing the latter to roll his eyes. "What's wrong, Tae?"

"He won't..." Taehyung twisted his fingers in front of him. "He won't, um, you know. Do the thing. With me."

Yoongi and Jimin studied him for a minute before it registered in Yoongi's brain.

"He won't fuck you?" 

Jimin's cheeks immediately pinked at Yoongi's forward words. Taehyung was faintly aware that they were in a bookstore, the place he worked at, and Yoongi just said fuck. 

"No," Taehyung sighed and leaned his head back. "I don't know why! We keep getting close, but then he's always like, 'We don't have to do this,' and 'Are you okay? Are you sure? Do you need anything?' Like, I get it, I have a mental illness-it doesn't mean I'm incapable of getting railed."

Jimin's face was the color of a tomato. Yoongi snorted.

"Tell him that, dude," Yoongi took in Jimin's red face and grinned before turning his attention back on Tae. "You have to be up front with him. Communication is key in a relationship, especially one so new."

Taehyung sighed and rested his elbow on his knee, his chin in his palm. 

"I know you're right, but I just can't. It's embarrassing."

"If you don't say anything, then you're going to have the worst blue balls known to man, and I'm not dealing with your attitude when that happens."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but he knew Yoongi was right. He was going to get blue balls with the way him and Jungkook were going, and he was going to get angry. It has been so long since a man touched Taehyung, and now that someone has, it's like the flood gates have opened. He's craving it. Everyday, all day, all he thinks about is Jungkook doing him. He's putting books away; he's thinking about Jungkook's tongue. He's scanning a book at the checkout; he's thinking about Jungkook's low moans. He's helping a customer pick between a romance novel and a grisly murder book; he's thinking about Jungkook's fingers in places. 

If he doesn't tell Jungkook how he's feeling, he might explode. Both mentally and physically, and that's just... awkward.