Bottom Taehyung Drabbles

Breathe

[Taegi] [Fluff] [2k Words]

There's stages to realizing that you're fucking whipped. Yoongi is still on the early ones.

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Breathing. Yoongi liked to think that it was a simple enough thing to do. Inhale, exhale, slowly; let some air in, and stay alive. It's the first thing he did when he was born, and it's the only thing he never stopped doing ever since then.

Yet, bizarrely enough, it's becoming such a task for him lately. He isn't quite sure how it happened, the best explanation he could come up with was the unlikely occurrence of his lungs tightening up or his throat closing on itself for no reason at all.

It's almost as if his body was betraying him, constricting on itself and shriveling up regardless of how it'd affect him – which is a fucking strange theory considering how it sounded almost as if his body is trying to kill him despite the fact that he is his body and vice versa, but at the same time, what kind of explanation can there be in the first place?

"Yoongi hyung!"

Before anything else, familiarity bursts through his veins, and Yoongi turned his head lazily by reflex, "Tae," he says, tone flat, feigning nonchalance, and almost winced because – fuck, now his chest hurts even more. "What's up?"

The younger grins at him, and had to tilt his head down just a bit to stare into Yoongi's eyes, "Nothing," he says, "Wanna go to class together?"

Yoongi needed to take a second and sigh just to remind himself that he's human and he fucking needs to breathe in order to stay alive. "Yeah, I –" he stopped himself just as his heart beats a little louder, "Wait, don't we have different classes at this hour?"

"Well, yes, but I could take you to your class and sprint to mine in a sec."

"Tae, your class is literally on the other side of the campus."

Beside him, Taehyung pouted, eyes blown wide in order to 'look cute' – as if he weren't already unbelievably adorable in the first place – and mouth forming a small frown, "Hyung," he almost whines, "Don't you want to spend time with me?"

And that, that right there must be sorcery or some shit, because it sets Yoongi's skin ablaze, "Jesus fucking christ," he cursed, voice albeit too loud for comfort, and gripped onto his own chest, worried that his heart is literally going to jump out of it's cage, "Don't do that, you're killing me."

Taehyung rolled his eyes at him, "Oh, shut up," he says, seemingly getting the wrong message, "You'll learn to love my aegyo soon enough."

Yoongi almost points out the fact that he never said he didn't love it. Almost.

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It's not that Yoongi hated Jungkook, it's just that sometimes he wishes Jungkook never fucking exists in the first place.

He couldn't exactly explain why he wishes such ill upon the ravenette, other than to maybe state that he thinks life would be so much easier if Jungkook never poked his nosy head into Yoongi's life – or, to be more specific; Taehyung's.

Because honestly, he's just too perfect for his own good; pretty, sparkling, talented, and all that – and maybe add a bit more sparkle, because, goddamn, the kid shone like edward on twilight; it's both amazing and unbelievably annoying.