Falling In Love With Kim Taehyung

Terrible At Sneaking

Yoongi isn’t home yet when you both arrive to the apartment, thankfully. Once inside and your shoes are off, you put the bag in your room and come back out and head to the kitchen.

“You hungry?” you call out, digging into the cupboards before remembering you have leftover kimchi in the fridge and maybe a little tteokbokki; a benefit of you being Yoongi’s almost twin, neither of you eat very much.

“Yeah!” You hear from the direction of the living room so you go about warming the tteokbokki up and add a little fresh cheese to make it a little fresher. You may not cook like your brother but you can at least manage to rewarm things.

You drum your fingers on the counter while you wait, happy at how well today has been. Things are almost too good. First the job, then time with the boy you are clearly starting to crush on, and now food.

When it’s nice and hot , you grab a couple pairs of chopsticks and balance everything on your way to the living room.

“Oh! let me get the drinks, since you got the food.” Tae jumps up and goes to the kitchen while you sit in the spot he wasn’t just sitting in. He comes back moments later with two bottles of water.

The two of you decide to watch whatever reality TV show he decided to put on but spend the whole time eating and talking. You learn Tae has two younger siblings that he hasn’t been able to see lately since moving to Seoul and he really likes jazz.

You open up about what it was like for you living in Daegu and having Yoongi as a brother and the topic changes to various Daegu things like “is that store still there?” half of which you aren’t sure as you two didn’t grow up in the same parts.

“Did you cook these?” Tae motions to the last of the food that you let him have since you are full. You shake your head.

“I’m not a bad cook but I’m nowhere close to Yoonie. He made these.”

He nods and chews thoughtfully, the silence between you rather comfortable for someone you really didn’t know well. That has to be a good sign, right?

“I’m gonna clean up.” You grab the bowls and rise your feet, however as you walk passed Tae, he grabs you by the hips to gently tug you onto his lap. You squeak and land sideways, the bowls falling to the floor as you grip anything within reach to not fall.

“I got you.” Tae’s soft breath hits your face as soon as you turn your head to look at him and your breathe catches in your throat when you see the intense look in his eyes. You swallow thickly but don’t respond, mainly because it feels hard to breathe. One breath and the bubble will pop.

“Can i?” he breathes, moving closer to your lips as he speaks.
He’s giving you an out. You can just say no if you don’t want it and there’s no pressure, it’s clear in the way he stops when you don’t answer and searches your eyes instead. Nobody in your life has ever given you a choice. Nobody (except maybe Yoonie) has ever let you make a decision about your own life, your own wants. You stare into Taehyung’s eyes and that’s when it really settles into your brain and your heart; Taehyung is not like other men.

“Yes.” You say with conviction and finality, meeting him the distance so your lips meet. Unlike the sweet kiss on the car this one is filled with a passion that fills your body with tingles all the way to your toes and steals your very breath, yet you go back for more. Taehyung kisses like this singular kiss is the only thing he ever wanted in his whole life.

You feel his arm around your waist and the other on your thigh, the pressure of his palm on your thigh enough reminder that you very much enjoy his hands on you; and on other places. You may not remember much of that night but your body reacts like it never forgot, like coming home.

Taehyung’s kisses are addictive and you want more. You part your lips to let his tongue slide into your mouth and make small appreciative noises. Taehyung responds as you hope and moves his hand from your thigh to cup your face, just to angle your face so he can suck on your tongue.

As far as kisses go, this one tops the charts. It’s not like you have much to go on anyways.

In a show of strength that you will not admit makes you hot under the collar, Taehyung manhandles you so you are straddling him instead of laying sideways on his lap. You loom over him as you rise to your knees, never breaking the kiss.

Taehyung’s hands find the back of your thighs, sliding all the way up and over the swell of your ass where he leaves them there; not like you mind.

“Mmmh.” You mumble against his lips in attempt to pull away but quickly give in when he only leans forward to kiss you   some more. What can you say? He’s a good kisser.

“mmh—Yoonie will be-- home any moment.” You manage to get the sentence put between kisses. The mention of your brother’s name does work in getting him to pull back.

“Please don’t mention hyung while we are making out.” He groans, hands moving to your hips as he tilts his head back to pout. “I do not want to be thinking about him when i’m kissing his sister.”

You giggle at his antics and your heart does a funny kick.

“we could take this to my room.” You murmur while leaning forward to kiss at his exposed throat. You smile when you feel his Adams apple bob under your lips.

“You—fuck, y/n—you’d be okay with that? We don’t have to.” Tae whispers, breathing harshly when you nip playfully at the apple.

“what part of me not stopping you says I wanna quit?” the chuckle bubbles out of you when his eyes widen and he nods enthusiastically. He stands up with you still on his lap, making you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t slide down.

“I swear to god—TAE!” You shriek his name and dig your nails into his shoulders when he pretends to slip but then grips you by your ass a second later. “I swear to god if you drop me..”

“you threatening me is kind of hot.” The eyebrow wiggle makes you laugh even if your eyes roll. You smack his shoulder, which shakes with laughter the whole way. “which one is your room?”
You point, helping him with the door  and closing it.

“oh no, gravity.. it’s making everything so.. very.. heavy—” The dramatics in his performance result in him literally falling forward so you both fall onto your bed. His weight hits you with a huff but his big boxy smile looking down at you is worth the temporary ache in your lungs.

“you are such a goof.” You can’t stop the infectious laughter that bubbles up inside you. When you catch your breath again, Tae is smiling down at you with so much fondness in his eyes.

“I like hearing you laugh.” His voice is warm and laced with affection, stealing what breath you have left.

After a few minutes of staring at each other, Tae leans in and nuzzles your shoulder with his face, pressing light kisses across your clothed collarbone.

The moment is more tender than sexual and it feels rather nice.

“Let’s take a shower together.” Tae murmurs against your lips. Not quite a kiss but close enough.

“Yoongi will be here any moment.” You reply, smiling anyways and letting him pull you up.

“Then I guess we will have to be quiet  won’t we?” he smirks while pulling you to the bathroom.

You have a funny feeling showering isn’t what he has in mind.

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