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It happened again.

Taehyung sighed as he took the rustic envelope from the old lady.

“Only Min Yoongi ought to open-“

“Yeah, I know. But would you like to order anything?” Taehyung put the envelope down, the old lady’s eyes following it. She squinted at him and turned to the door to leave.

 

It happened every once in a while, the old lady would come to the coffee shop and ask to speak only to Yoongi or left him stuff and prohibited Taehyung of seeing them.

Taehyung really liked working in the coffee shop; it was dark and little eerie and strange people would come here, often hipsters or goths, and sometimes weird old people like the lady.

The shop was... peculiar. Unique. The walls were dark and there were a lot of plants around. They also sold candles but only Yoongi and Hoseok were able to tell them apart.

Yoongi, the shop’s owner, lived upstairs. Or at least that’s what Taehyung thinks, since every time he had to close he saw Yoongi going up the little stairs leading up to the second floor.

Taehyung thinks his boss is cool.

Receiving weird mail from creepy old people? Opening a place for hipsters in a quiet area? The fake deer skull looking at the back of his head hanging on the wall behind the counter? Fucking cool.

 

He looked back down at the brown paper envelope. It must be easy to open these. The mail between his boss and old ladies can’t be that bad. Right?

“Thanks.“ Yoongi snatched the envelope from his hands and opened it swiftly, never breaking eye contact with a surprised Taehyung.

“Where did you even come from?” His boss half-smiled at him and started reading the letter. The more he read the darker his expression got. “What is it?”

Yoongi quickly snapped out of it and folded the paper again. “Nothing.“ He put it on his apron’s pocket. “Just hard to make.”

“Oh,” Taehyung looked back at the register and then up at Yoongi again. “I can help?”

“Nah,” Yoongi shrugged “Better stay out here, yeah? Hyung will make it.“ And then he was gone into the kitchen doors.

Taehyung looked at the baked goods on display, Yoongi was good at his baking job and Taehyung... he learned how to prepare coffee and other beverages for the sake of this job.

He sat back at his place behind the counter and took his phone out, waiting for the little group of girls with bright hair colors to finish talking so he could go and clean the table. The big front door’s hinges squeaked and Taehyung looked up again.

“What’s up, idiot. Already banged that witchy boss of yours?”

“Jimin.” Taehyung looked warningly at his friend. “I told you to stop joking with that at my job.” He got closer to his friend. “And stop calling him a witch!” He whispered.

“So is that a no?” The blue haired boy grabbed the coffee stirrers in front of him.

“No, you ass. He’s straight.“ Taehyung said grabbing the stirrers back and putting them on their place.

“He’s so bi,” Jimin rolled his eyes “and a witch.” He pointed a finger at his friend and then gasped. “A bitch.”

“Okay, that’s it. Go.”

“Give me my tropical smoothie.” Jimin got his wallet out and Taehyung started his drink irritated.

 

Taehyung grabbed his trail with dirty cups and plates and went into the kitchen. He found Yoongi crouched over his current work, Taehyung loaded the dishwasher and the noise made Yoongi notice that he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Can you pass me the tape?”

“Sure, uh, where is it?” Taehyung got closer to Yoongi’s work space.

“It should be-“ Yoongi turned around and scanned the room. He put the box he had in his hands down. “I left it upstairs, sorry.”

Yoongi walked up towards the stairs and Taehyung took the chance to look at Yoongi’s work.

Macarons?

There was a little white box with a clear top, the ones they used for their to-go orders, with all purple macarons. At it’s side, three more which, Taehyung guesses, didn’t fit.

He took one and sniffed it. He couldn’t quite put a finger to what it smelled like, but he knew it was amazing. Taehyung didn’t even think twice before biting into it.

 

He was weighing on grabbing a second one when he heard Yoongi coming back into the kitchen.

“Hyung, these are amazing!”

Yoongi stopped on his tracks.

“Taehyung... What did you do?”

 

Yoongi had Hoseok close the place and deliver the macarons.

Taehyung sat frozen where Yoongi had put him minutes ago, he never saw his boss this stressed. And it made him nervous.

“Hyung, if you and your book don’t come right fucking now-“ Yoongi hissed to his phone. He ended the call and took Taehyung’s wrist, dragging him out the kitchen and to the stairs.

“Yoongi hyung?” He trembled.
Yoongi looked at him sadly and continued going up the stairs.

He expected the second floor to match the shop, but this was different, it was cozier. There were shelves filled with small plants and books, the big worn out couch had many pillows and a fluffy blanket, and a wooden table was separating it from a small messy kitchen.

Yoongi sat him down on one of the table’s chairs and felt his forehead. He then lifted his face by the chin and stared at his eyes, the frown never leaving his face.

“You seem okay.”

“I shouldn’t be?” Taehyung quacked. Yoongi sat in front of him and sighed.

“You ate something you shouldn’t have.”

“I- Sorry? I thought they wouldn’t go with the order.”

“They didn’t. I, uh, I don’t know how to put this easily...” He ran his finger through his hair and looked up again, this time his face lighting up. “Seokjin hyung, you came.”

Taehyung turned around to find a man standing in front of the small fireplace. He frowned. The fire wasn’t there when they got here.

“He ate my Amatorium.”

The man with an oversized hoodie came closer to the two of them, eyeing Taehyung who buried himself in his seat.

“He seems alright to me?” Seokjin said looking closely to his face. “I think you just lost your touch, Yoongi.”

“No, look.” He opened a napkin with two of the macarons and went to the kitchen. Taehyung watched with curious eyes as Yoongi came back to the table with a box of matches in his hands and lighted one, he took the macaron close to the flame which turned a pinkish hue along with the smoke.

“What the fuck did I eat?” Taehyung snapped.

Only Yoongi looked at him while Seokjin picked up the macaron and smelled it.

“Coltsfoot?” He asked putting it back down on the table, ignoring Taehyung.

“Blue vervain and hibiscus.” Yoongi bit his thumb. “It also has damiana but he’s not...”
Yoongi looked at Taehyung up and down.

“I would have used patchouli for that, actually.” Seokjin turned to Taehyung. “Are you horny?”

“Am I what now?” He asked incredulously.

“Hyung.” Yoongi mumbled. He glanced at Taehyung and sat in front of him again. “Maybe a burdock root bath?”

“Cheap counter spell.” Seokjin snickered but still went towards the hallway.

“Excuse me? Spell?” Taehyung insisted, Yoongi let out a deep breath and took Taehyung’s hand into his.

“Tae, your friend was right. I’m a witch.” He looked into Taehyung eyes, waiting. “A bitch too.” He laughed quietly but stopped when Taehyung kept his hard stare.

“Are you kidding?” Taehyung grunted.

“Yeah, we’re warlocks, not witches.” Taehyung let go of Yoongi’s hands and got up abruptly.

“Okay, I’m leaving.”

“No, wait.” Yoongi stood up too. “You consumed my love potion and haven’t reacted to it yet. It’s dangerous for you to go alone on the streets.”

“Listen, nice prank. See you tomorrow at work.” Taehyung turned to leave but his legs didn’t move. He tried again but his legs were stuck to the floor. He turned to Yoongi, who had his fist in the air.

Yoongi opened his hand and Taehyung stumbled backwards. He looked at Yoongi terrified and ran to the door but it slammed before him.

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

“You poisoned me!” Taehyung pointed. “I’m supposed to fall in love with a stranger and I’m being kept captive in here!”

“I’m not a stranger.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “And you’re not imprisoned here, I am helping you.”

“You?” Taehyung laughed sourly. “I’m supposed to be in love with you?”

Yoongi shrugged. He grabbed Taehyung’s hand again and took him to the hallway and into the bathroom where Seokjin was waiting.

“Did you do a protection spell on him?” The older asked watching the two of them enter the room. “Maybe that’s why?”

“Only the place.” Yoongi responded. He looked back at Taehyung and let go of his hand. “Take a bath. I’ll bring you clothes and we can talk later.”

“Is this seriously real?” Taehyung muttered. Seokjin cooed at him and left them alone again.

He looked around. The bath had a little table beside it with oils and dry plants in jars. Taehyung faced Yoongi again, finding him with a worried look.

“Should I be afraid, hyung?” Taehyung looked down, the situation finally coming to him.

“No, Tae. I’m just confused, that’s all.” Yoongi caressed Taehyung’s arm, going up to his shoulder and then his neck. “You’re not faking it, are you?”

Taehyung shook his head no, his heart was beating fast with the proximity but he’s sure that he felt that before when it came to Yoongi, no need for an enchanted treat.

Yoongi stepped on the tip of his toes then, bringing his head closer to Taehyung’s and pressing their lips together. Just a peck, but it lasted a few seconds longer than a normal one would.

Yoongi was the first to pull away, studying Taehyung’s reaction. He took a step back and dropped the hand that was holding onto Taehyung.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi said softly.

“I...” Taehyung didn’t know, honestly. Should he just confess that he’s been fantasizing with his boss since the day they met months ago and have him do a spell to erase every feeling he has? “I don’t think your potion worked.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and adverted his gaze.

“Okay, the water will get cold.” Yoongi left him alone with that.

 

Yoongi found Seokjin on the couch with an old book he used for his potions and spells.

“I told you to bring yours.” Yoongi plopped himself on the worn out leather.

“What we are looking for is not in there,” Seokjin put the book down on Yoongi’s lap “but here.”

Yoongi stared at the page, it was the introduction to the potion he did that day.

“I know what a love potion is, thanks.”

“You’re so dense.” Seokjin pouted and pointed at the description again. “The answer is right in front of you.”

“A magical potion believed to arouse new love or sexual passion toward a specified person; in this case, the first person the consumer sees.” Yoongi read annoyed and Seokjin smiled at him. “What?”

“Dear Satan, you’re dumb.” He got up and went to Yoongi’s pots of plants. “It really flew over your head. I can’t believe I left Jeongguk alone for this.”

“What are you doing?” Yoongi’s eyes followed Seokjin as he went into the kitchen with three leaves in his hand. Seokjin looked up as he was setting a kettle on the stove.

“Some juniper tea.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Yoongi got up and followed Seokjin into the kitchen. “Why are you making a truth tea.”

“To have a little chat with your mortal boy.”

Yoongi looked at the kettle and then at Seokjin raising an eyebrow.

“He’s taking a bath.” Seokjin shrugged. “He is in a bathtub. Naked.”

“Are you jealous?”

Yoongi grabbed the first thing he found on the counter and threw it at Seokjin. It was a wooden spoon.

 

Tae | 21:44
hypothetically...

Jiminie | 21:45
Omg what

Tae | 21:45
if you could get your unrequited feelings magically deleted would you?

Jiminie | 21:46
This is about your witchy boss right

Joon hyung | 21:46
:o

Tae | 21:46
don’t

Hoseokie hyung | 21:48
hypothetically if your feelings don’t come from a magical source in the first place and still get them deleted it could affect your future feelings

Tae | 21:49
hypothetically how

Joon hyung | 21:49
What drugs have you two been doing?

Hoseokie hyung | 21:50
hypothetically ask jin hyung

 

As if on cue, the doors open and Seokjin’s head peeks into the room. Taehyung quickly left his phone on the little table and raised his knees to his chest.

“Hey, I brought you clothes and some tea.” He put the clothes on the closed toilet lid and extended his hand with the mug. Taehyung took it carefully. “Is it okay if we talk a little?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you alone too.” He took a small sip of his tea and Seokjin smiled. “I’m curious about... Stuff.”

“Ask away.” Seokjin raised his hands and then slowly sat himself against the door.

“If the potion thing didn’t really work and you guys put a spell on me to stop... liking Yoongi” Taehyung looked up from his mug at the man sitting in front of him. “What would happen?”

“Did you already have feelings for him before this?”

Taehyung nodded. It wasn’t because of the tea, as it was a non-verbal answer. Seokjin smiled softly.

“Depending on what we use it could mean just never crushing on Yoongi again or never falling in love with anyone else.”

“Alright? Then let’s just do the first one.” Seokjin laughed and got up from the floor.

“We don’t know what would cause what.” Seokjin opened the door. “Besides, both outcomes don’t seem fitting.”

 

Yoongi spotted Seokjin again at the hallway.

“Got anything?”

“Oh, I got my answers. Do you?” Seokjin passed Yoongi and the later stared at the bathroom door for a while and then turned to Seokjin. The words on his throat coming out as a weak huff.

He was gone.

Yoongi groaned and went to the kitchen, he moved some stuff around, making space on the counter and got vegetables out the refrigerator.

“Fu—Taehyung! Don’t scare me like that!” Yoongi let out a big breath and put the vegetables on the down. Taehyung, who was behind the refrigerator door, looked at him blankly, some water drops still falling from his hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Dinner.” Yoongi motioned at the stuff in front of him. “Just wait for me there.” He pointed at the living room area.

Taehyung looked at it but then set his gaze back on Yoongi who was already chopping something. He moved behind Yoongi and watched over his shoulder.

“Tae, you can-“

“I don’t want you to make me eat something to get over you.” Taehyung let his chin rest on his hyung’s shoulder. He froze at this for a moment and then continued chopping.

“I won’t.” He whispered. Taehyung only lifted his head when Yoongi needed to move, but never stepping back further away.

Yoongi turned his head to look at him every once in a while.

“Stop pouting.” Yoongi laughed and turned to stare at Taehyung.

“You are the one always pouting.” Taehyung looked down at Yoongi’s lips. He felt smaller like this. Was kissing him more than once to ‘make sure he’s not faking it’ appropriate?

Taehyung stepped back and wandered to the old couch. Yoongi rubbed his face and turned around, grabbing the cutting board’s edge.

“Ah,” He turned around again and found Taehyung holding his book.

“What? You’ve found my mistake too?” Yoongi said sarcastically, getting noodles out of the cupboard above him.

“Yes.” Yoongi faced Taehyung confused, he just seemed surprised. “I mean n-yes.”

“Give it up. Hyung gave you no-lying tea.” Yoongi strolled to the couch and grabbed the book again. “A magical potion believed to arouse new love or sexual passion toward a specified person; in this case, the first person the consumer sees.” Yoongi frowned at the book. Was he cursed? Why couldn’t he read the answer?

“Was I not the first person you saw?” Taehyung just looked at him with big eyes. “Answer me. If you fell for someone else it could-“

“No, I saw you first.”

“Tae, please tell me.”

“I can’t.”

Yoongi sighed and pressed his leg against the couch. He brought the book closer to his face again, touching the pages.

“Will you tell me after eating dinner?”

“Ye-e—no.” Taehyung looked up with a guilty expression and Yoongi half smiled tightly at him. He patted Taehyung’s head and walked to the kitchen.

 

 

“So you’re not talking until the tea wears off?”

Taehyung glanced up from his empty plate biting his lip. Yoongi got up from his chair and carried their dishes to the sink.
He motioned Taehyung to get up and lead him to the hallway, at the end he looked back at Taehyung and opened the door.

“You’re sleeping here. I’ll take the couch.” But before he could leave the room, Taehyung’s hand was on his wrist. “What?”

Taehyung opened his mouth but closed it once again with a frown. A confused noice coming from the back of his throat.

“You don’t want to sleep here?” Taehyung tugged him towards the bed. “You want me to sleep here?” The younger sat on the bed and smiled at him. “You don’t want to sleep alone?”

He received a big smile at that. Okay. He could do that.

“Do you need someone to- Shit, wait, do you have a partner?”

Taehyung laughed and shook his head no. Yoongi got to the other side of his bed and got under the covers, Taehyung looked at him with a pout and signaled at the lights above them.

Yoongi knew he was going to like it, so with a flick of his wrist the lights went off and a lamp on his bedside table turned on. Taehyung looked at him smiling excitedly.

“Cool.”

“Are we speaking now?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow and Taehyung playfully shook his head. Yoongi sat himself so the two were facing each other. “Tell me what you saw.”

Taehyung stared at his face, Yoongi noticed how his eyes were scanning him as if studying his features.

Yoongi wishes Seokjin would’ve left him a mind reading spell.

“Tae,” He grabbed one of his hands and lifted the other to Taehyung’s hair and brushed away the long strands off his eyes. “Please?”

“I don’t wanna loose my jo-o—Yoongi.” Taehyung’s eyes were big and scared, Yoongi just smiled.

“You’re not going to loose your job.” He ignored the funny feeling in his tummy at being called ‘his Yoongi’. The hand on Taehyung’s hair lowered to his cheek.

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek, he tightened his grip on the hand that was holding Yoongi’s.

 

“I don’t want to loose you.” Taehyung surged forward, meeting Yoongi’s lips in a open mouthed kiss.

A sound of surprise leaving Yoongi before reacting to the kiss. Taehyung’s hands cupped his face as their lips slid together.

One of Taehyung’s hands grabbed Yoongi’s thigh for support as their tongues met eachother on the rushed kiss.

Taehyung started kissing down Yoongi’s neck and it weighed on him, this wasn’t what he actually wanted, he was under magical influence.

“Taehyung,” He put a hand on his chest and pushed slightly “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not?” Taehyung watched heartbroken as Yoongi put more distance between them.

“You’re under a spell, this is not you.”

“No,” Taehyung took a big breath looking away from Yoongi, he wanted to run and hide “You know I’m not affected by it.”

“I don’t.”

“Erase my feelings then!” He grabbed at his hair and tugged “Fuck it, make me also forget everything that happened today.”

“So it did have an effect.” Yoongi tried to look Taehyung in the eyes but he kept looking down.

“No, I- forget it. Just delete yourself from my brain.” Taehyung’s fists hit the bed weakly.

Yoongi stared at him quietly as Taehyung breathed out heavily through his nose.

“Ego praecipicio... “ Yoongi started, Taehyung letting out a long shaky breath “...tibi responsio...” He wanted to wipe the tear that rolled down Taehyung’s cheek but fought against it “...mea quaestio.”

Yoongi grabbed Taehyung’s face with his two hands and made him face him again.

“You really suck at th-“

“Taehyung, what did you see in my book?” Yoongi asked quickly.

“It said it would arouse new feelings but I already had them.” Taehyung answered in a monotone voice before blinking and coming back to his senses.

It was short and quick. And so obvious.

“That’s it?” Yoongi breathed out. Taehyung sat up abruptly.

“Did you use magic on the again without my consent?”

“I mean you wanted your memory erased, might as well get my answer.”

Taehyung scoffed and kicked the blankets before getting up. Yoongi didn’t close the door this time, it would make Taehyung angrier. He stood up and followed him.

“You don’t care about my answer?” Taehyung stopped on his tracks and turned around, tear stains on his cheeks.

“You made me confess against my will,” Taehyung felt humiliated. Yoongi came closer then, noticed how hard Taehyung was clenching his jaw. “This whole night I’ve just been your experiment.”

Yoongi raised a hand to wipe Taehyung’s tears but he slapped it away.

“You kissed me. Don’t you think I would come up with that conclusion, even if you never confessed?” Yoongi said calmly as he went into the kitchen.

Taehyung scoffed. “Then why did you do that?” He pointed vaguely to the bedroom. He watched as Yoongi grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

“Kissing back or the answering spell?” He went back closer to Taehyung. “Because I like you too and I needed to know what was wrong.”

He offered the glass to Taehyung, the younger looked at the water and then at the man holding it, anger clear on his face.

“Stop fucking around with me.”

“Am not.” Yoongi insisted with the glass of water. Taehyung breathed heavily, taking the glass and throwing the water at Yoongi’s face.

He put the glass down with a loud thud and went to the stairs, he put on his shoes and made sure he had his phone with him when going down, the uniform he was wearing that day could be left on Yoongi’s bathroom, after all he won’t be working here anymore.

He stopped once he was passing the tables. He should go back.

No.

He unlocked the front door and got out, knowing well that if Yoongi didn’t lock it again the place would be left open all night.

Taehyung took one last glance at the place, maybe the last time he was ever going to see it.

 

 

His roommate got out of his room when Taehyung slammed the door, he looked at his friend crying.

“You wanna talk?”

Taehyung hugged Namjoon, a sob breaking in his chest. He wasn’t able of making up a story so he just stayed silent all night.

 

 

 

It’s been more than three months.

Not that Taehyung’s counting.

He was standing in front of Black Cat’s Coffee, his old workplace. Taehyung was now a waiter at a restaurant on the other side of the city.

He took a big breath and pushed the heavy door open. The first thing he saw was Hoseok at the counter and a new boy carrying beverages carefully to a table.

Taehyung worried his bottom lip as he got closer to Hoseok, the later just seemed surprised to see him there.

“Where is he?” At that moment Yoongi appeared from the kitchen door, Taehyung following him quickly to the end of the counter and stepping in front of him.

“Hyung.”

“Uh,” He looked at Hoseok for a second “Hello?”

“Can we talk?” Taehyung felt like crying, he didn’t even know what he was doing there.

“Do I know you?” It was like his breath was being taken away from him, he wanted to speak up when a hand grabbed him by the arm.

“Don’t worry hyung,” Hoseok tugged on his arm “he’s with me.”

Yoongi nodded slowly and continued walking. Taehyung following with his eyes and then facing Hoseok again.

“What is going on?”

“He made himself forget.” Someone spoke low behind him, the new worker smiled softly when Taehyung turned to him. “And it’s your fault.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. “And who is that?” He asked Hoseok, signaling to the stranger with his thumb.

“Seokjin hyung’s boyfriend.”

“His pupil, thank you. I’m Jeongguk.” He looked at Taehyung up and down.

“I think “ Hoseok scanned the room with his eyes before looking at the two of them again, “I think it’s better if you guys go talk about this at the kitchen.”

Jeongguk clicked his tongue and went towards the kitchen, Taehyung following closely.

“I don’t know what you did to hyung,” Jeongguk faced Taehyung once inside “Jin hyung tried to stop him, we all did, but...” He looked at the side, thinking “...he just wasn’t the same.”

“Now what?” Taehyung let out softly. “He just...” He left the sentence hanging.

“Listen,” Jeongguk pressed his side against one of the kitchen metallic tables “he won’t say... but he remembers things. Like, we’ve seen him going through the employee records and won’t accept any of the “special” orders he gets.” He rubbed his face with both hands.

“Is that supposed to give me hopes or...?”

“I mean, Hoseok hyung said you two will end up together, so...” He shrugged with one shoulder.

“Is he a psychic now?” Taehyung laughed but stopped when he saw Jeongguk’s obvious face. “Is he?”

“You really don’t know anything, huh?” He rolled his eyes and started walking to the door. “Just go get him.”

Taehyung was alone once again, he worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

 

Yoongi forgot about him.

 

He breathed deeply and strode out the kitchen, Hoseok only raised his eyebrows when he passed the counter, heading to the staircase.

Taehyung climbed two steps at a time and it was only when he reached the top that he realized he had no plan on what to do next.

“Hyung?” He croaked, he peeked into the room, clearing his throat before speaking again. “Can we talk?”

Yoongi stepped out of the hallway, his confused face morphing into a surprised one. He nodded and motioned Taehyung to the living room in front of him.

 

Yoongi remembers.

He remembers sitting in front of his book, page open on a memory erasing spell, candles burning at his sides. The empty feeling in his chest.

He remembers crying and his friends telling him not to do what he just did.
He remembers it was someone that worked for him at the coffee shop but was too ashamed to ask his friends about the person.

Lately, Yoongi has been insecure about his magic, he knew the person he forgot about left him because of a failed love potion and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to remember the things he went through with them, only forgetting their identity.

 

But having this stranger standing in his living room, Yoongi knew.

Yoongi knew he was the one that he forgot about. The breathtaking features, sun kissed skin, long fingers combing through his hair; Yoongi knew he noticed that months before, he would be blind not to.

Yoongi felt himself falling in love again with half filled memories.

 

“I’m Taehyung.” The man spoke, breaking the silence after a while. “Kim Taehyung. You don’t remember who I am.”

“I do.” Yoongi let out, making Taehyung’s eyes go big. “I mean,“ He looked down again, the eye contact too overwhelming “I don’t remember about you, but I do remember about us. About what happened.”

He looked up again to find Taehyung zoned out looking at the wall, he suppressed a smile.

“Why did you do it?” Taehyung asked, still not looking at the older.

“You left.” Yoongi cringed at how sad he sounded. “You didn’t believe me and left.”

“It was hard for me to just...” Taehyung looked down at his hands, playing with his rings, “...It was all too much.”

Yoongi sighed and sat down on the couch, bringing his feet up to sit cross legged on it.

“Did you mean it?” Taehyung came closer to the couch. “Did you have feelings for me?”

“I do.”

They stared at each other for a while after that.

Yoongi blinked fast when he felt tears prickling his eyes and got up again, going quickly towards the hallway.

“You left your pants here, they’re not really uniform so-“ Yoongi was spun around suddenly and Taehyung’s lips pressed against his, his hands cupped Yoongi’s face and they stumbled with the force, Yoongi’s back hitting the wall gently.

“Is this okay?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi wrapped his arms around the younger’s neck and connected their lips again urgently, tongues meeting and heads spinning. He hugged himself against Taehyung, pressing their chests together as he grabbed Yoongi hard by the waist and pulled him even closer.

Yoongi didn’t know what he was doing when he broke the kiss and tugged Taehyung towards his bedroom. He let go of Taehyung and sat on the bed, looking up shyly.

“God, you’re so cute.” Taehyung kicked off his shoes and followed Yoongi.

“Shut up.” Yoongi placed a hand on Taehyung’s nape and brought their faces closer again, kissing him eagerly. Taehyung smiled into the kiss and deepened it, opening his mouth to Yoongi.

He laid Yoongi on the bed, placing himself between his legs. A hand traveling down the older’s chest, tugging the shirt out of his black pants once he reached the waistband.

“Always hated this shirt.” Taehyung murmured into Yoongi’s lips. His hands going up under the striped uniform, brushing Yoongi’s sides.

“I’ve got a feeling that you looked good with it.” Yoongi smiled, kissing Taehyung again and unbuttoning his own shirt.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip and tugged slightly, getting a small sound out of Yoongi before kissing down his neck and reaching his chest. Yoongi trembled slightly once Taehyung’s breath was over his nipple.

“You’re so sensitive.” Taehyung licked the nub. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He bit down, pleased to hear Yoongi’s whine. He reached down for the other’s pants.

“I’ve never, uh,” Yoongi trailed off. Taehyung waited for any signals of refusal before opening the button of his pants and pushing them down revealing Yoongi’s pale thighs.

“It’s okay if you’re only into topping too, I’m not picky.” He went up to Yoongi’s lips again, kissing them shortly.

“No, I actually...” Yoongi grabbed at Taehyung’s shirt, he didn’t like the way the other was completely dressed still.

“Are you a virg-“

“I don’t have lube.” Yoongi interrupted him and looked to the side with a small frown before nodding, more to himself.

Taehyung smiled softly and caressed his cheek. Last time he was here Yoongi let his own excuse slide too, so he didn’t say anything this time and kissed Yoongi’s nose.

“We don’t have to go any further than this.”

Yoongi looked at him with a pout and sat up, bringing Taehyung with him.

“I want to.” He tugged Taehyung’s shirt up and the later raised his arms to get it off. Yoongi took off his own shirt that was hanging loosely on his shoulders and pressed a hand to Taehyung’s chest, pushing him down to the bed.

He unbuttoned Taehyung’s pants and huffed in annoyance. “Why did you wear skinny jeans today?”

Taehyung laughed and shimmied himself out of the pants, Yoongi sitting back. “I never do,” He threw them at the floor beside the bed “I just wanted to look good today.”

“You could look good on anything.” He eyed Taehyung’s body, letting his hands wander up his thighs to his hips. He looked up for approval, hooking his fingers at the waistband of the boxers.

“You’re free to do anything,” Taehyung propped himself on one elbow “As long as it’s not magic.”

“Don’t ruin this.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, Taehyung laughed and sat up quickly to give him a peck on the lips before laying down against the pillows. He raised his hips so Yoongi could take off his boxers.

Yoongi eyed him hungrily, bottom lip between his teeth before giving Taehyung’s cock shy tugs.

He closed his eyes and reopened them once he felt Yoongi shifting between his legs. He saw as Yoongi gave the tip a small lick before tracing the underside with his tongue more confidently.

“That’s good, baby. Keep going.” He threaded his fingers in Yoongi’s hair.

“Baby, eh?” He kissed at the base.

“Yeah,” His breath stuck in his throat once Yoongi’s mouth closed around the head of his half hard boner, going down slowly, painfully so.

He started bobbing his head, Taehyung made sure not to move his hips or push his head down by the hair, letting Yoongi set his own pace. He hissed when Yoongi’s hand started moving on what he couldn’t take with his mouth.

Taehyung pushed Yoongi’s bangs up away from his face and cursed when Yoongi looked up to meet his eyes.

“So fucking pretty.” He stuttered, tugging on Yoongi’s hair when he moaned around his cock.

Yoongi took him out, mouthing the side before making Taehyung grunt low as he sucked on his balls, hand going up and down his shaft. He smiled at Taehyung’s reactions and repeated what be was doing, thumbing at the slit.

When he went back up, Yoongi started bobbing his head faster, sometimes taking Taehyung deeper and moaning around him, making the other breath heavily.

Taehyung was ashamed of how fast he was getting close, it had been a while since he got off with someone else and he’s been fantasizing with Yoongi for months now.

Yoongi could feel how hard Taehyung was on his mouth, he circled his tongue at the head and licked the underside until reaching the base again, breathing heavily before taking him in his mouth again with a long moan.

“If you don’t slow down, ah, I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung let out a loud breath when Yoongi’s eyes met, a playful shine on them as he bobbed his head faster, sucking eagerly. “Fuck, Yoongi.”

“That’s hyung for you.” His voice came out rough. His tongue teasing the slit at top before taking the head on his mouth again, he moaned loudly as he took Taehyung’s cock as deep as he could and bobbed his head fast again.

“Hyung, now, I’m gonna...” Yoongi just moaned in response, sucking hard as warm come hit his tongue making Taehyung cry out from the slight overstimulation.

Yoongi breathed heavily as he propped himself up with a hand on Taehyung’s thigh.

“Let me make you cum.” Taehyung breathed out, backing up on the bed.

“I, um...” Yoongi sat up and looked down. His softening dick out of his underwear and his hand dripping with come.

“Fuck. You’re so...” Taehyung sat up and kissed his forehead.

Cute. That was the word he was going for.

Hot. Was also suitable to that image.

“Wait.” Yoongi got up and waddled quickly to the hallway.

Taehyung laid down again looking at the ceiling, feeling weightless. This was surreal. He thought Yoongi would end up kicking him out the minute he set a foot on the shop.

Yoongi came back into the room, hands now clean and hugged to his chest.

“Are you trying to cover yourself?” Taehyung laughed. Yoongi smiled as he tugged on the covers.

“You should be the one covering up. So shameless.” Taehyung shrugged and went under the covers with Yoongi, faces closely together.

“Do the thing.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and got his hand out again, flicking his wrist and making the lights go off. He then placed it over Taehyung’s waist.

Taehyung giggled and hugged Yoongi closer. There, with his nose buried in Yoongi’s neck, he noticed; that’s exactly how the macarons smelled three months ago.