TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Don't Go Gentle On Me

Ao3 by : taegibun

Summary :

A massage gone wrong or does it?
Let's thank Seokjinnie now.

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For some reason, Jin believed that Yoongi, captain of the basketball team, needed a massage.

Yoongi thought it was absurd, until his masseur knocked at his door.

One thing his hyung failed to tell him was how his masseuse would look like. Yoongi was expecting a middle aged woman with an iron grip, or maybe a shiny-bald-headed man with chubby hands and heavy breathing. Yoongi definitely wasn’t expecting this… specimen.

The guy merely smiled at him, but Yoongi was ready to bend over, spread his ass cheeks and beg .

“Yoongi-ssi, I was sent by Seokjin hyung, from the swimming team?” The guy said, wide eyes staring right through his soul.

God bless Kim Seokjin, the best hyung in the entire world.

“Yes, c-come on in.” Yoongi stuttered as he let the guy walk past him.

“And you can call me hyung. You’re gonna see me naked after all, right? Ha ha.”

God, why the hell was Yoongi allowed to speak?

The masseur laughed, and the breathy sound went straight to Yoongi’s lower belly.

“I’m Taehyung, and I’m not gonna see you, um— naked . You’re gonna have a towel covering you.”

Yoongi almost blurted ‘what a shame’ out loud, but composed himself at the last minute, choosing to guide Taehyung to the living room instead.

“Jin hyung brought the massage table… he said you’d bring the other stuff? I truly don’t know how this works.” He prompted, a bit embarrassed.

“You’ve never gotten a massage?” Taehyung asked.

“Nope..”

“But you’re the basketball team’s captain… don’t you get injured?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“Sometimes Coach has to work on the back of my legs,‘cause I get a lot of cramps. That’s pretty much it. This, though—” Yoongi gestured at the massage table, the pale yellow sheets and Taehyung’s bag filled to the brim with oils and tools.

“Totally a new experience.”

“Well, I’ll try to make a good impression, then.” Taehyung put his hands up, wiggling his fingers.

“Where can I wash my hands?”

Yoongi pointed at the bathroom’s general direction; he got tongue-tied for several, valid reasons: who the fuck had hands like that? Was that allowed? People always said Yoongi had big hands and long fingers, but Taehyung… Taehyung’s hands were just ridiculous.

Just the thought of having those all over him—

“Calm down.” He said to himself.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“That’s good, really good.” Taehyung interceded as he walked back into the living room.

“Try to keep your mind clear when we’re in session. It’s good for stress-relieve. Did you shower?”

“Um, yeah, Seokjin, he—told me to get cleaned up before the massage. ” Yoongi said.

Taehyung offered him a blinding, pleased smile.