Bangtan AO3 Collection (some ABOs)

Dark Rooms - TaeGi

Dark Rooms – TikaPark

Summary:

He watched as the knuckles on younger boy's right hand turned white from his grip on the bag's strap. Deep within his gut something began to coil, wrapping tightly. Before Yoongi could get any words out, Taehyung dashed out of the room leaving Yoongi to look after him, the feeling slowly seeping out of his body. It took him a moment to regain his thoughts, but once his head was clear he was finally able to determine what the emotion was that was rolling off of the other boy, arousal.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7924492

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At the age of thirteen Taehyung and Jimin bonded. Neither were really that surprised that the bonding happened. They were best friends since practically birth, and it was only natural that the two would end up bonding. At that time, they thought bonding was the best thing to ever happen to them. They didn't need to be in the same room to communicate with each other, whatever one felt, the other would feel and could use that to their advantage, and they could transfer energy from one to the other if one of them was feeling weak or run down. How could that not be great?

Once when the duo was fifteen, Taehyung was walking home from school when a group of older boys from a rival gang found him walking alone and decided to jump him, kicking him repeatedly in the stomach and ribs. Jimin was at power practice when suddenly he keeled over, grabbing his stomach, and let out a gasp. He knew right away what had happened and as he pushed himself up from the floor, he ignored the worried calls from his instructor. Jimin located Taehyung using his bond, the echoed feelings of being kicked in the stomach beginning to subside, and within moments he was rushing headfirst into the ribs of a guy two times his side, using his telekinetic powers to help him push the guy over. With Jimin only feet away from Tae, he transferred a bit of his energy to the younger guy which helped him gain his footing and fight back. Later, covered in bruises and cuts, the two boys sat on the edge of Taehyung's balcony, feet dangling over the edge and clinked their root beer bottles together as they laughed and congratulated each other on kicking the older boys butts.

Those were the times when Taehyung loved being bonded to Jimin.

But now, he's spent more time cursing his bond, than enjoying it.

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"Every other studio is full." Hoseok commented to Yoongi as the pair walked up to the final door at the end of the hall. "Hopefully this one is empty. If not, we'll have to practice out on the green." Yoongi groaned and rolled his head from side to side. The sunshine was way too bright and hot to practice out on the green today. Yoongi's pale skin would turn a violent red, and he would have to spend the rest of the week nursing a sunburn and wearing long sleeve shirts. He hoped that this last room was empty.
The lights were off, and silently Yoongi thanked the gods for this as he opened the door and flicked on the light. His dark eyes immediately came to land on the boy asleep in the middle of the floor, red head propped up on a backpack, earbuds in his ears and his face contorted into a scowl. He didn't look peaceful at all, and Yoongi had a feeling that just maybe he wasn't actually sleeping.

Hoseok came to a stop behind him, the words Yoongi was ignoring dying on his lips as he too spotted the boy laying in the middle of the floor. The pair watched the boy a few moments before Hoseok let out a chuckle. "How can anyone sleep on the floor? That can't be comfortable at all." Yoongi didn't respond to what Hoseok was saying, and instead walked carefully over to the boy, watching him a few minutes before he spoke.

"Hey you!" He said, but the boy didn't move. He didn't even flinch or show any sign that he had heard Yoongi. Again, Yoongi addressed the boy, this time taking the toe of his shoe to kick lightly at the boy's leg.

One dark eye snapped open, squinting at the bright light overhead. The eye landed on Yoongi as the boy's other eye fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness before his face contorted into a glare. Yoongi was taken aback at the look on the boy's face and stumbled backwards a bit as he felt the air around him tighten. All at once the breath left Yoongi's lungs and he scratched at his throat trying to get air into them. He gasped, mouth gaping like a fish and face turning red, then taking on a slight purple tint.