TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

It's 5 O'clock (Shadow) Somewhere

Ao3 by : deepslowpanic

Summary :

“Why is this so hot?” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

Taehyung grins, his hand coming up to curl around Yoongi’s wrist, keeping him close. “You think I look hot?”

“No,” Yoongi snaps, trying to recover. “You look like a mess.”

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When Yoongi returns home early from a business trip, he’s surprised to find his boyfriend hasn’t shaved in a few days. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but Yoongi can’t stop thinking about how Taehyung’s stubble would feel on his skin.

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Yoongi leans his forehead against the window, city lights blurring together as his eyelids droop. He’s exhausted, body achy and weary and all he wants is to take off his suit and curl up in his boyfriend’s arms. Pajamas very optional.

Traveling for work is becoming common enough that Yoongi is used to the long flights, used to the shitty hotel pillows. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy, or that it’s getting easier. Every time Yoongi leaves, whether it be for a day or a week, he misses home. Homesickness keeping him tethered back to Seoul, back to the cozy apartment where he always wants to be. Back to Taehyung.

The week away has been tough. Demanding meetings and even more demanding clients, not enough sleep as he languished in time zone changes. And through it all, Yoongi has missed Taehyung. His comforting embrace, his deep voice not distorted through a phone, soft kisses and enveloping warmth. Yoongi has had years with Taehyung, he should be able to spend a few days away from him. But it still feels like a part of himself is missing every time, he still aches for Taehyung’s touch. Maybe Yoongi’s a little obsessed with his boyfriend, but is that a bad thing?

And if that obsession caused him to book a flight to come back a day sooner, sleep schedule be damned, then who cares? He knows the separation effects Taehyung too, can hear it in his voice. So Yoongi did what any good boyfriend would do, spent a stupid amount of money to get home early to surprise him. Work will reimburse him… hopefully.

Yoongi lifts his head from the window as the taxi pulls up outside the apartment building. Some of the weariness vanishes, giddiness filling him at the prospect of seeing Taehyung, of surprising him. Pushing his way out of the car, Yoongi grabs his bag and heads inside. Anticipation bubbles in his belly as he waits for the elevator. Min Yoongi, best boyfriend with the best surprise.

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Stepping out of the elevator, Yoongi hurries down the hall to their apartment, suitcase dragging behind him. He punches in the code and shoves the door open, excitement practically boiling over.

“Taehyung-ah! I’m -” Yoongi cuts off mid-sentence, words dying on his lips as his eyes take in the scene of destruction before him.

The apartment is a wreck. The kitchen looks like something exploded all over the cabinets and counters and the living room is a mess of take out containers, empty wrappers, and soda bottles. There’s a paused video game on the TV screen and a mess of pillows, sweatshirts, and throw blankets on the couch. It looks like a bomb went off, or a teenager had a house party. Yoongi is stunned, staring at the devastation with his lips parted in awe.

“Babe!” Taehyung comes skidding into the room, wearing only his socks and an old pair of Yoongi’s boxers. His hair is sticking up in all directions and there’s clear stubble on his jaw and upper lip. “You’re home early,” Taehyung says, hovering a few meters away.