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Milquetoast

Yoongi

Tae and I run down the hallway towards his apartment. How I got here, I'm not sure myself actually. I guess it works though.

"Tae did you get rid of my skewers?"

He shakes his head, "Of course not Yoonie. They're in the fridge all wrapped up."

I smile and bounce on the balls of my feet. I can already taste the juiciness of the lamb playing with my tastebuds. Just the thought of seeing the skewers gets my blood running.

The door unlocks and we push ourselves into the apartment. Yeontan jumps up on Tae's legs, asking for attention, which he gets.

I, on the other hand, race to the kitchen and within seconds have the skewers in the microwave. I watch as the lamb circles around the black box of heat. I feel a hand on my back, and through the reflection, Taehyung is standing next to me, a rectangle smile resting on his face. I flash a quick gummy smile before the microwave beeps in my face. I pull out the plate of lamb, my tongue swiping across my lip hungrily.

Advise: Find someone that looks at you like I look at lamb skewers.

I set the plate on the table, almost immediately digging in. Tae watches me, laughing at my joy in this meal.

"Why are you watching me?" I ask curiously, noticing that maybe it was a bit too straightforward.

"Am I not aloud to watch something so surreal? I mean, wouldn't you love to watch beauty in its making?"

I blush a deep red, the flames of flattering filling my pale skin. I drop my kebab and look down, hopefully hiding my obvious anxiety.

A hand cups my chin, causing me to look up into Tae's chocolate eyes. I bite my lip, a strange feeling of power overtaking me. I begin to shrink in my seat, like a mouse under the cat, waiting for his doom.

"Don't be so shy Yoongi. It is adorable, but I much more prefer you cuddled up to my side."

The bright shade of cherry grows darker, however that works. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, just me in a frozen state of both euphoria and terror.

Tae boops my nose, loops around the black dining table, and lifts me up. The whole thing was ephemeral, like it happened in less than a second. I follow him to the living room, confusion blinding me.

Yeontan barks at us, as if cheering Tae on. I look between the two of them, my feline eyes darting between everything.

Taehyung sits at the couch, inviting me to sit with him. I sit down next to him, my hands in my lap, and my head down.

"Hyung~, you idiot."

Without any problems, he picks me up and sets me on his lap.

Curse me for being light.

Curse Tae for being strong.

"Tae...W-what are you doing?" I stammer out.

"I heard your conversation with your mother," his whole demeanor becomes anxious.

"Th-the one wi-."

"'Your gayness,' yes I heard that one."

"I-."

"Why didn't you tell us? We're all gay. Well, besides Hobi. But, we all accept it."

I nod, "I guess I didn't want you guys to always wanna find me someone to date."

He huffs out a small laugh, "Yoongi, we would never do that."

"I guess."

He waits a bit before poking my side, "So~...You like guys~?"

"Yeah..."

He smiles and tackles me in a hug, cuddling into my chest, laughing loudly.

"Tae, what are you doing?" I ask again.

He sighs, looking at me with big eyes, "For almost two years, I've loved you but figured I had no chance. But now, I feel as though I might finally get a break."

"Taehyung," I sit us up, grabbing his hands, "You always had a chance."

He looks at me, a strong desire pulling us closer. He finally connects our lips, bliss replacing the strong anxiety in my body. My lungs go empty as the kiss comes to an end.

"Tae...will you...?"

"Yes."