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author : angeronas_box on ao3
raplinextaehyung
| the rapline rail taehyung. that's about it

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Taehyung was usually a patient man.

He didn't mind waiting, didn't mind the slow pace life sometimes set about things. There were so many parts of his life that functioned on immediacy – if something took a little longer, the contrast was oftentimes welcomed.

But for once, Taehyung was tired of waiting. His eyes were a little glazed as he sat in the corner of the practice room, watching the rapline rehearse the outro. Their movements were powerful, gazes intense, and Taehyung felt need pool inside of him. Hoseok caught him staring and lifted a single, cocky eyebrow in response before dropping him a wink.

Teasing.

Always teasing.

Taehyung would be caught watching or catch himself being watched and all that would come out of it was teasing. A ghosting touch. A subtle swipe of the tongue. A not-so-subtle pair of wandering eyes.

Taehyung huffed and pulled himself up from the floor, exiting the room. His patience was running out.

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"Again!" the choreographer called out.

Everyone got back into starting formation after taking a moment to take a swig of water or wipe away a layer of sweat.

"Movements need to be sharper, put a little more tension behind them," he called again after watching the first half. "Hoseok, go through the first 30 seconds with Taehyung. He's off half a beat when the music starts up."

Taehyung flushed a little as other instructions were called out, but more so from the way Hoseok was suddenly next to him, sweaty top sticking to him, breathing little ragged.

The music started up again and Taehyung started to move, eyes not leaving Hoseok's.

There was a hand suddenly at his waist.

"You need to wait a moment before you rotate the leg, Tae."

He nodded with a gulp, not waiting for Hoseok to removed his hand before repeating the move, letting his hyung feel the way his body moved under his fingers. Taehyung's shirt was barely meeting the waistband of his pants, the tiniest sliver of skin now in direct contact with Hoseok's hand. He didn't pull away though, just murmured softly.

"I think your shirt is a little too revealing, Taehyungie."

"I had to borrow one of Jimin's," Taehyung answered offhandedly. "Mine are all in the wash. Does it look bad?"

He let a drop of worry bleed into his voice, innocent, as if he hadn't done the wash yesterday.

Hoseok tensed his fingers against Taehyung's instead of answering, then stepped back.

"Just practice a few more times and you'll have it."

"Yes, hyung," Taehyung chirped.

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"Is it okay if I lay down on your bed?"

Namjoon looked up from his laptop from where he was sprawled on the couch.

"Why? What's wrong with yours?"

"My sheets are still drying and I really want to take a quick nap before we go. I showered this morning! Promise."

Namjoon chuckled, nodding. "Okay, but I'll need to be in there to get ready in half hour."

"Thanks, it'll just be a quick rest."