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Taehyung's tongue slowly extends out to moisten his bottom lip. His chestnut eyes focus through his narrow lids, outlining every feature of the raven haired beauty directly across from him.
Taehyung examines the way that Seokjin's almost flawless skin seems to be illuminated by the soft lighting above. He observes how the older's dark hair shines with each intricate movement, as if it were a raging river dancing against a night's sky.
The younger watches as Seokjin tilts his head back, parting his thick pink lips to intake a deep breath of air. Seokjin then starts to wipe away at a few escaping droplets of presperation that are trying to find sanctuary beneath the collar of his shirt. Taehyung's dark irises follow the droplets as they delicately roll past the older's adam's apple, not stopping until they have trailed past the first few buttons on Jin's baby blue Givenchy shirt that have come unclasped due to his rigorous movement.
A shy soft smile starts to spread across Seokjin's handsome face, allowing his perfectly plump lips to curve up at the corners. Taehyung becomes entranced within the way that Seokjin's eyes begin to sparkle as small laugh lines form at each of the corners.
Jin's broad shoulders suddenly quiver, raising up endearingly to hurriedly bury themselves beneath the neckline of his clothing. The older cutely tries to hide the sensative flesh on his nape behind the black lapel of his fitted black suit jacket. He is appearently feeling a bit ticklish from the intrusion of long cold fingers that invade upon the sensative skin under his shirt's top edge.
"Stop it, Kookie-ah" the older giggles as he tries to pull away from Jungkook's grasp.
Anger and jealousy builds within Taehyung's dark orbs as he watches the two goof around on the oposite corner of the stage. The tips of Tae's fingers dig into the palms of his hands as he fists them at his side, his mind using his nails as a way to hold his frustration towards the maknae at bay.
"Try to tone down those eyes, and ease up on your facial expressions, TaeTae-ah" A smooth low whisper sounds out into Taehyung's right ear, leaving behind a few chill bumps in thier wake. The sound is followed by a lenky toned arm being draped casually around Tae's shoulder on the same side. "We are on camera right now," the leader cautions, "And you remember what we all discussed the other day about you and Jin hyung, righ?" The deep voice of Namjoon warns softly.
The group is now at a pre-concert shoot for an upcoming tour for thier impending comeback this season. This particular stage is the first on thier list of many, and of course, it's live. Meaning, no room for mistakes.
Especially ones involving secret romances.
The members have just just finished thier last song and are now walking along the stage, engaging with Army, while joking and playing around with each other. It's all that Tae can do to keep his distance from his beloved hyung. And with the continued interactions between Seokjin and Jungkook, things are becoming so much more difficult.
After being caught in a rather compromising position the other day, RM had a huge dorm meeting about what to do to keep thier little secret just between the members. Each one had agreed to help out and do thier own part, devising hints and codes that would only be known amongst themselves. Little signs that would alert each other to thier surroundings so that they could watch out for one one other. Jimin had affectionately dubbed their little charade as the great "TaeJin Exhibit."
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The TaeJin Exhibit
FanfictionWhen Tae's feelings for his hyung reach beyond those of just pure admiration... ××Taehyung's internal monologue was cut short, however, by a harsh pull on his wrist. Before he knew it, he was thrown into a small cramped closet that smelled of bleach...