Swings and Stars (BoyxBoy: BTS Fanfiction) [Completed]

Falling For Taehyung

Taehyung groaned groggily, a shameless, irritating single ray of sunlight creeping through a crack in the window blinds, straight into Taehyung's eyes. He drowsily pulled his arm over his eyes, urging for the sun to just die, barely registering the relentless ringing of his phone on the side table.

With a grunt he patted around on his desk, flickering on his lock screen, swiping across to stop the blaring noises, only to then see that he is twenty minutes late for his first lecture. "Oh shit!" He blared.

He jumped up from bed, desperately sorting through the mass of clothes on his floor, throwing on a random pair of pants and trousers, shuffling through his closet searching for a top. "Shit, shit, shit!" He cursed, finding nothing. Out of options, he ran to Seokjin's room, to find him awake and sat at his desk, a cup of coffee and laptop in front of him with his headphones resting on his ears.

"Seokjin! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Taehyung ranted. Seokjin shoved off his headphones, turning to his left.

"Sorry-...?" He started to say, soon to be cut off by his unintentional gasp as he was greeted with a bare chest, before he regretfully shifted his eyes up to see Taehyung standing there, with a pout and hair messed, rubbing at his eyes sleepily.

Damn.

"W-w-what-umm, you- are you okay?" He stuttered. His eyes discreetly flickered between his chest and face, very slowly processing that the other wasn't wearing a top.

"Yeah, well no, but- urgh, I don't have time for this, I'm already 20 minutes late." Taehyung grunted, shuffling through Seokjin's wardrobe. "Can I borrow a top, just for today?"

"E-Erm... Y-yeah sure." He stuttered, his eyes following Taehyung's movements, wondering over Taehyung's shoulders, back and waist as he shifted through his closet, before finally grabbing ahold of himself, shaking his head and turning back to the laptop.

"Thanks Jin," Taehyung turned back, a smile spread across his face as he swiftly threw it over his head and pulled it down over his shoulders. "See you later." He smiled, throwing up a hand as goodbye.

As the door slammed closed, Seokjin sank into his seat. "Jesus..." He exhaled, biting his lip.

This boy is going to be the end of me.

Seokjin didn't know when the small crush he had on Taehyung became so bad.

It started out when they first met, he'd occasionally shoot glances over at the other when he wasn't looking, secretly admiring how adorable he looked. Sometimes Taehyung caught him staring. Seokjin blushed watching as Taehyung burst into giggles, only causing the other to fall for him more.

When Taehyung came over, he'd always look after him like he was his child, or a like a cute fragile puppy of some kind that needed to be looked after. He'd bring him food, he'd ask him if he wanted to borrow a jacket, he'd get him anything he wanted - even if Taehyung told him not to. Seokjin just loved to see him smile.

It got worse when Taehyung used to come over late at night and sneak through the window, claiming he had a bad dream and couldn't sleep. Seokjin always opened his window and allowed Taehyung into his room. Taehyung would rub at his eyes sleepily, and ask if he could sleep with Seokjin. Seokjin smiled, letting the younger snuggle under the blankets and certainly didn't turn down the offer to cuddle with Taehyung when he asked. When Taehyung's cold body crawled under Seokjin's blanket, Seokjin would wrap his arms around him and warm him up, feeling Taehyung's breath smooth over his neck as he nuzzled him close. Sometimes Seokjin had to remind himself to breathe, and worried that perhaps Taehyung would be able to hear his hammering heartbeat.

Seokjin sat up, face planting his desk.

"He's so cute..." He whined. "Why does he do this to me?"