Tissues-Taegi [Complete]

Part 10

"Ready for our date?"

Taehyung blushed, nodding.

"I'm pretty happy you left so early, it gives me more time to wow you," Yoongi smiled, intertwining their hands to pull him out of the building.

"Motorcycle?" Taehyung asked when he was pulled right by it.

The elder shook his head, "Nope, not today. All of the places we're going are in walking distance. And if you get tired, I can just carry you,"

He tried to bury his face in his hands, but Yoongi pulled them back down, bending a little to look him in the eyes, "Sweetheart, please don't hide from me. You're pretty face is one of the only reasons I had to get out of bed today,"

"W-what's the other r-reasons?" Taehyung asked, trying to hold eye contact. It was hard, he was used to completely, 100% avoiding eye contact with everyone. And as comfortable as he was with Yoongi, the elder was still slightly intimidating. He wore black leather jackets, easily beat a guy bigger than him up, and rode a really nice motorcycle. Not that that last bit mattered much, but it kind of made a difference.

(A/N: i cant ride one myself, but i love being on a motorcycle. when i was little, my grandpa used to take me on rides every time we went over. wasnt that often, but it was still fun. i dont think ive ridden one in a very long time. i stick to 4 wheelers now ig)

"Mainly just you. Your personality, your cute smile, our date,"

Taehyung stopped walking, not really knowing how to react to that. He blushed, and just barely stopped himself from hiding his face.

Yoongi smiled at him, cupping his cheeks, "You're so fucking cute, I can't believe you're real. You look so cute when you blush,"

"I-u-uhm,"

"Come on sweetheart, we have a lunch reservation," Yoongi gripped his hands again, lightly pulling the younger behind him.

The silver haired boy nodded to himself, holding onto Yoongi's hand tightly. The street they had just turned down was crowded, people rushing every direction without a care of who they accidentally knock down or bump into.

Thankfully, Yoongi walked extremely fast and almost angrily, making people steer clear.

"Yoongi?" A lady asked when they walked into a fancy looking building.

"Yeah. Uh, we have a reservation, and yes, it is a date. No, he's not my boyfriend yet. And no more questions," Yoongi muttered, already answering the hostess's questions. She pouted, mumbling to herself as she led them to the back of the resturant.

Taehyung followed, dazed. Yoongi said yet. What the hell did that mean?

"Your waiter will be over shortly. Fuck you Yoongi for taking all the fun from my job. Also I love you and goodbye," The hostess angrily told them, stomping off.

"Who was t-that?"

Yoongi huffed, "She's kind of like my sister I guess. She's a bitch and she's just angry I didn't let her interrogate us like I let Jisoo,"

Taehyung nodded, looking at his menu. Seeing the prices, he decided he just wasn't hungry anymore. Yoongi watched as he grimaced, setting the menu back down on the table.

"Baby pick whatever. I told you last time, I'm paying. Money doesn't matter. And if you order the cheapest thing I swear-"

"But w-what if I want the c-cheapest thing?"

"...Well then I guess it's fine. But order whatever you want, please,"

Taehyung sighed, "I-I'll just get whate-ever you're having,"

The elder hummed, taking their menus and putting them on the edge of the table. "Can I ask you a knd of personal question?"

"Su-sure,"

"Sometimes you stutter, and sometimes you don't. Why? I'm not trying to be mean or anything!" Yoongi defended quickly, thinking he sounded a little offensive, "I just noticed that you don't always stutter. Like, when we first met, you only stuttered once, but now it's a little more often?"

Taehyung giggled, "It's a-alright. I don't re-really know. I never h-had a stutter, until I t-turned 18. And I c-can't control it, obviously. It's j-just random I g-guess. And it's not s-specific words I have i-issues with either. Just ran-random,"

(A/N: a hoe stuttered for a while. i hated talking lmao. i still have issues saying what i mean, like i'll mix up sentences and words and occasionally stutter a little more often then the rest of the people i know, but at this point i just dont care lmao. not like i really ever speak to anyone in person but my family anyways)

"Okay, sorry if that was a little insesitive, I'm not super good with being super nice. I'm usually a lot meaner,"

"It's f-fine! R-really, it is," He said, smiling lightly at the elder's concern.

"It's cute," Yoongi decided.

Taehyung tilted his head, confused.

"Your stutter. It's cute,"

"Th-thank you," Taehyung blushed, unable to resist shoving his face in his hands.

"Baby, what did I say about hiding? Let me see your beautiful face,"

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself, Taehyung looked back up, meeting eyes with Yoongi. "S-sorry, 'm just a little n-nervous and f-flustered," He explained.

"Cute," Yoongi mumbled.

"Hey guys! Fancy seeing you here!" Someone yelled at their table, making Yoongi growl.

"Today, of all days," He mumbled.

The blonde took a quick look at Taehyung, before snarling at the newcomer, "Leave us the fuck alone,"

He pouted, "Am I ruining your date?"

"Yes, now fucking leave,"

"Nah," He smirked, "I'm good here,"

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sorry its so late and shitty :/