I Just Loved You (And I Still Do); Taegi/Taekook

❝only teasing❞

Taehyung remembered the day in high school when they had discussed the meaning of love. They were 17 and had no idea what it actually meant. But maybe you never knew until you experienced it firsthand. Maybe you had to experience it firsthand to actually understand the meaning of something as irrational as love. Before this day Taehyung had thought that you couldn't put love into words. That there was no explanation. When the teacher had asked him he had replied "I don't know". Because he didn't know. And Taehyung was okay with not having an explanation.

Taehyung didn't remember the name of the guy that answered something that kept sticking in his mind. Something he remembered when he had met Jeongguk and something he remembered whenever he laid his eyes on him. "Love is the decision to spend the rest of one's life with one person". Maybe he was right. Love wasn't short-termed. Love wasn't something that could bloom without enough care and input. So, it is a decision if you're willing to give your everything for this one person.

He had always thought that he loved Jeongguk. Because he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He dreamt of crumpled skin and the squealing of old rocking chairs. And he dreamt of all this and saw Jeongguk next to him. Just as crumpled and old as him. They would have seen the world and they would know that they had seen it together. Taehyung had come to a decision and he didn't regret it.

He also didn't regret his decision when Seokjin invited Jeongguk, Yoongi and him to lunch near their universities. The pub was tiny and sticky, but the windowsills were graced by French daisies and it was beautiful. He sat next to Jeongguk and they intertwined their fingers under the table.

Seokjin handed out the menu. He sat next to Yoongi, so Taehyung could face him. And maybe he did. A bit at least. Because he couldn't help the brief stares and couldn't help the warmth inside his belly as Yoongi's brushed his ankle accidentally with his own foot. Taehyung wore this pair of clam diggers he loved with heart and soul so his ankles were bare. The temperatures increased extremely the past days so he could wear all his airy shirts again.

Taehyung's glance wandered over all the dishes. He was markedly hungry since he hadn't had the time to eat. His first lecture had taken place at 9 am so he had had to get up pretty early.

"What do you pick", Taehyung asked quietly and leaned against Jeongguk so he could understand him. He could feel the younger's breath as he whispered against his ear:"Seokjin meant he would kill for their waffles." Taehyung knew that this wasn't even an exaggeration. Seokjin would - literally - kill for good food.

He was a great cook himself and Taehyung loved sitting in their apartment eating dinner with them. Maybe Namjoon was only because of this fact okay with the rose curtains and carpets. Well, he had decided to love Seokjin after all. And maybe Seokjin could decorate their whole apartment with pastel colours and Namjoon still wouldn't regret his decision since it was Seokjin he would be able to keep. Taehyung thought that they came closest to his definition of a domestic and arranged life.

As the waitress came they ordered their food and Taehyung glanced to Yoongi while he stroked the back of Jeongguk's hand. Yoongi returned his gaze with an intensity that made him dizzy. And maybe it shouldn't be like this. Maybe he shouldn't feel affected by the look of dark and aroused eyes. Maybe he shouldn't feel affected when Yoongi drummed his fingers on the table and licked over his bottom lip because there was Jeongguk next to him. The person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But still, he did.

And he also searched with stretched toes for the elder's foot under the table. The touch was brief but he saw how Yoongi's eyes flickered; slightly. He was just teasing. Just a little bit. Teasing was okay, wasn't it? Because he really felt the urge to touch Yoongi and he didn't know how to handle this urge. Because when he had wanted to hold hands with Jeongguk or press his lips against the younger's neck he just did so. But he was his boyfriend. Of course, it was easy.

Teasing was okay, Taehyung convinced himself. Only just a bit touching, a bit feeling and everything would still be okay. He felt unbelievably hot as he saw Yoongi tensing. Seokjin and Jeongguk wouldn't notice; they were too caught up in their conversation about- actually Taehyung had no idea and at this moment he didn't really care.

Yoongi didn't give him a warning glance - as he should have - so Taehyung didn't stop. Moved his foot higher until he could touch the elder's knee. He wore ripped jeans. Taehyung's leg rested half on Yoongi's lap, ready to withdraw it anytime. He shifted a bit so he could put his hand on Taehyung's shin. And Taehyung almost had squirmed when Yoongi stroked his skin just above the hem of his shoes - still under the table.

Taehyung looked at Jeongguk to ascertain that he still talked to Seokjin and didn't notice how his toes touched Yoongi's tender thighs right in front of him. The younger continued to face Seokjin and Taehyung really tried to focus on their talk. But he was so utterly and unbelievably distracted. Distracted by those fingers crawling up his bare skin. How the desire and the urge to touch Yoongi so much more spread deep in his belly. God.

Yoongi gave him this kind of look - the kind you gave someone you wanted to bend over the next surface and just pound into them. And maybe Taehyung had already thought of it. How it would feel like to have those bony fingers on his hips. How Yoongi's breath would feel like against the area behind his ear. How Yoongi would feel like inside him.

Taehyung didn't know how to name the desire he felt for Yoongi and he didn't intend on actually thinking any further about it. Because maybe if he would he would start to feel guilty. Because Yoongi wasn't Jeongguk and he shouldn't think about someone fucking him except for Jeongguk. And no one should touch his knee like Yoongi did right now except for Jeongguk. But Taehyung thought about Yoongi fucking him and Yoongi touched his knee as he meant it. Probably he did; meaning it.

The waffles were great and Taehyung had to let go of Jeongguk's hand but his foot kept laying on Yoongi's lap. And perhaps he enjoyed the feeling of the elder's warmth a little too much and maybe he got a bit too horny thinking about all the things they could do if they weren't in a public place. But Taehyung always did a little too much.

Taehyung felt bare underneath Yoongi's gazes because he practically ripped the airy clothes off his body like they weren't even there. Like Jeongguk and Seokjin weren't even there. Anyway, Taehyung knew they didn't notice. They were distracted. They bickered and laughed and noticed everything but the doubtful touch right in front of them. And it felt good. Because Taehyung felt like Yoongi could blow him right here and now and they wouldn't notice - which was ridiculous and Taehyung knew it. All those thoughts were absolutely ridiculous and Taehyung knew it. But still, he couldn't help it. He couldn't help this all. It wasn't his fault after all.