tis the damn season (i'll be yours for the weekend) | taegi au

o8.

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He feels pretty calm and collected when he's walking down the street to Taehyung's house. He knows what he should do – or maybe, more accurately, what he shouldn't do – and it gives him this weak sense of control. Everything's fine. Everything's good. He got it.

He even looks good and confident, like he knows what he's doing. He can't remember the last time he put so much effort into his appearance. Not even when Namjoon made him go on a blind date with his coworker - this really cute and nice estate agent - the one time he really wanted for it to work out and make a good first impression. Back then his maximum was taking a shower and putting on a nice, oversize sweater without holes in it. Right now he's after one hour-long bathroom routine, skincare and shit, dressed up in silky black button-down and leather pants that hugged his skinny legs quite nicely (and his ass, he can't forget about the ass). He even curled his hair, showed up his forehead and decorated his face with a little bit of makeup that makes him feel kinda pretty. He needs it. If he's walking into the lion den at least he will look presentable and powerful.

Yeah, he looks awesome.

But then Kim freaking Taehyung opens the door and all of his false composure falls.

Fucking hell fucking.

If Taehyung dressed to kill, he succeeded. Yoongi's a dead man now.

Why? Why the younger have to be so pretty with his dark curly hair, fitted black jeans and this ridiculous, patterned shirt? Noone should look as good in this outfit, but then there he is – Kim Taehyung, motherfuckers. The exception from every rule Yoongi knows.

He wears a fucking headband for fuck sake. Yoongi can deal with a normal level of Kim Taehyung's beauty (barely, but still) but he can't deal with a headband.

That's it. That's his thirteen reason why.

„You came!" the boy's voice is a little bit higher than usual, so he probably had a few shots of soju already.

„Of course I did. You invited me" he lets himself smile. Taehyung backs away for him to slip inside the house (enough to sneak in, but not enough for them to not touch - he's pretty sure the younger did that on purpose). He can smell some fancy cologne.

„Come on, almost everyone's here already."

There is a lot of people in the leaving room and suddenly Yoongi feels like on some kind of high school reunion. It seems like Kim's statement was pretty accurate - everyone's here. From his old basketball teammates to younger kids they used to tutor during the days. And they all look like they're happy to see him. Jackson hugs him so tight he might have broken some of Yoongi's ribs.

At some point, between an uncountable number of „hi" and „how are you?" and even a few „Yoongi-hyung! You're alive!" he loses Taehyung out of his sight, but then suddenly youngers finds him and sticks to his side, throwing his arm around Yoongi's shoulder, laughing so much he constantly leans into his space, punching the air out of older's lungs. He is a little bit of tipsy, and very adorable, so Yoongi also laughs and smiles, feeling lighter and lighter with every passing second. He keeps getting new drinks and listening to every story and it's not common for him – to be at a party and enjoy it – but somehow tonight he doesn't feel awkward and out of place, like he always feels at those amazing LA parties he's attending with Jin and Namjoon.

He has no reason to feel weird, not when he practically grew up with all of the people present. And he's not „a Korean". He's not „Jin's friend". He's just himself and it's enough.