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60: love maze / taegi [!]

LOVE MAZE

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FOR @demonsuga-
OVERVIEW yoongi's feeling bad about his body; taehyung can't let that happen. ( cute smut!! body worshipping, established relationship, rimming, non-penetrative sex, honestly they're just sweet uwu. )

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YOONGI'S CURLED IN on himself on the couch, dressed in one of the guys' oversized hoodies, a yellow one he's pretty sure jin gave to taehyung, soft and smelling of the cologne hoseok has that they all like to steal. yoongi's sat between their youngest, who has his hands in his lap and eyes behind glasses focused on the telly, and their leader, who isn't watching the television show seokjin put on and is reading sophie's world instead.

yoongi's not all that focused on the episode of masterchef korea, which jin is watching from the kitchen as he prepares vegetables for a stir-fry - his attempt of making the boys eat healthier -, instead he's focused on staring down at his legs. his legs, jeongguk's legs, namjoon's legs. he's wearing loose exercise shorts, jeongguk's in long boxers under his huge t-shirt (because he can), and namjoon's in the type of shorts he wore in their run era. the rapper's eyes ghost over the difference in their legs; he's no stranger to the fact that he's differently shaped from the rest of the guys, small and slim where they're well built and tall, skinny where they have abs or at least a washboard stomach, and his bones poke out and he's pale and has dark circles under his eyes.

yoongi curls in even further, looking at his bony wrists and his thighs that are fatter than any bit of him, and not in the way jimin's are, muscular. no. his are where all his fat pools, his thighs and calves, where he has stretch marks like the claws of a tiger raking across his skin. he closes his eyes; he doesn't want to see his body, his scrawny yet fat body. yoongi's never been okay with the way he looks, especially when bangtan was first formed, and he met their boyishly handsome jeongguk, their cute chubby-cheeked jimin, their drop dead gorgeous hoseok, their thick-lipped, pretty-eyed seokjin, their gorgeous leader namjoon he'd had a crush on for years, and of course, their jaw-droppingly deep voiced vocalist with the boxy smile, taehyung.

taehyung. taehyung and yoongi may be dating, may be in love, have been in love for the past year and a half - but yoongi has his doubts. he's jealous of taehyung's good looks, of his caramel tanned skin and voice like a smooth bass line that yoongi adores. taehyung's muscles and not-so-defined six pack abs, taehyung's sparkling eyes and gorgeous personality, taehyung's fashion taste and lips like cotton candy.

taehyung's everything yoongi wishes he could be.

yoongi opens his eyes and gets off the sofa, feeling trapped between jeongguk and namjoon. he walks as quickly as possible to his room, not before seokjin calls 'dinner's soon!' after him, but yoongi barely hears him.

his and seokjin's shared room smells like cinnamon scented candles and the amazing CK cologne jin sprays everywhere, still heavy in the air despite the open window. yoongi buries himself in the black sheets of his bed, not wanting to see the disgusting thing that is his body. he pictures jeongguk, taehyung, jimin, their maknaes who the fans so adore. no wonder yoongi has so little fansites compared to them; they're the dream boys, full of muscle and youth and joy, who write lyrics about love and adoration, while yoongi's a depressed old fuck who writes about the hard shit, the hard reality no one seems to fucking want.

he's not quite sure when the tears started, but soon his chest is heaving and he's panting heavily, curled up in the fetal position with his eyes clamped shut. suddenly he's aware of all his flaws.