TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Let's Work It Out

Ao3 by - hoefortaegi

Summary :

“Stop being stupid, Taehyung, my hands aren’t pretty.”

Yoongi wanted to make a show of pulling away, maybe scowling, anything that would solidify his role as hyung, but he knew he was already trapped when the other male tilted his head to the side with an intoxicated smile.

“Maybe they’re not pretty, but I can think of a thing or two of what pretty things they could do for me.”

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Taehyung sighed.

He has been trapped in the small room with Yoongi for over an hour now, both sitting on the floor with their backs pressed against opposite walls facing each other. They hadn’t really spoken besides the exchange of awkward small talk and the atmosphere was tense.

The two had never truly gotten along. Yeah, sure they liked each other enough and occasionally joked around but they weren’t friends. They just didn’t have enough in common and with their contrasting personalities it had been a mission and a half for them to not argue every 10 minutes during official meetings.

Yoongi shook his head softly and threw it back against the wall, a soft ‘bang’ echoing.

“I’m going to fucking murder them.” He mumbled.

“I’m more than willing to help, Hyung.”

“We’ll finally bond like they want us to.” Yoongi spoke with a dry laugh.

The rest of Bangtan had tricked the two into the room and locked them in, threatening to leave them there until the pair had worked their issues out.

According to Namjoon, their arguing had gotten ridiculous and to the point where it was disruptive. They couldn’t get anything done if Taehyung and Yoongi were both involved.

The older man brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you want to, uhm, I don’t know,,, talk about our issues or something?”

“Hyung, do we even have issues? We just don’t get along. It’s normal. You’re not going to be best friends with fucking everybody.” Taehyung whispered with his head lowered into his lap.

He was exhausted.

“But Taehyung-ah, you’re literally friends with everyone you meet. We’ve known each other for years. Is there something wrong with me? Have I done something?”

Taehyung laughed lifting his head and looking at the shorten man dead in the eyes. It wasn’t that what Yoongi had said was necessarily funny but the situation was ridiculous. He had never once thought of Yoongi as anything less than a friend and the fact that no one understood this, blew his mind.

“Yoongi hyung, we are friends. What the fuck? Our friendship is just different to the others. I don’t know.”

Yoongi whined and looked away. He didn’t understand why their friendship had to be different. He didn’t understand why Taehyung didn’t like him. He didn’t understand why he liked Taehyung. Yoongi was the type to act tough all time and as if he didn’t give a fuck but he was sensitive. And Taehyung not treating him like the rest hurt him.

The taller man gulped. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to make a sound, especially not that sound. He licked his lips and turned his gaze towards the door.

“Do you think they’ll let us out soon? I’m kinda tired of sitting in this empty room.” Taehyung spoke awkwardly.

“I don’t think they’ll let us go until they’re sure we’ve “made up”. Maybe we should fake laugh or something. Hold hands or whatever like they suggested.” Yoongi suggested trying to be sly.