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The kisses were bruising, making Yoongi gasp against the stranger's lips. Hands were run over Yoongi's waist, crushing Yoongi's body closer to the man's crotch. Yoongi feels embarrassed at the way the man makes him moan in the back seat of the cab. He hears him chuckling at his expense, whispering "So fucking hot babe..."

Yoongi blinks, the sunlight seeps through his window. Wait a second. He hasn't got a window near his bed. He sits up despite the excruciating headache, looking around. He's not in his room. Next to him is a man lying naked on his stomach, barely swathed in silk sheets. His skin is marked with scratches, bite marks and hickeys, a colourful canvas of late night affairs.

Yoongi freezes uncomfortably and he scans the room in a frenzy. He finds his designer shirt in shreds, buttons scattered, a tube of half squeezed lube drips on to the wooden floor. He looks around disconcertingly failing to find any sign of contraceptives. It scares Yoongi first because he's never done one night stands and second he always always uses protection. He tries to locate his cell phone in the mess of the room and when he does find it, tossed in between the beauty products on the dresser - its battery is dead. He groans in frustration. The man stirs and Yoongi glances at the tattoo that spans across his left shoulder, a crescent moon with small delicate designs that remind Yoongi of Mehndi art.

He sighs annoyed and perhaps a little mad at himself. He doesn't remember how he got here, the last memory he has is a painful one: of seeing his ex boyfriend with his new partner. He looks around the room, sprawling floor to roof glass windows on one side and red brick wall on the others.

The man seems a connoisseur of modern art , if the strange painting to his right is any indicator. The bright colours and shapes seem almost psychedelic and considerably worsens Yoongi's growing headache. This is not how he imagined he would start the new year.

"Morning"

The voice makes Yoongi turn away from the abstract, trippy painting. The voice is familiar: deep and roughened with sleep and Yoongi stares in horror at the man's boxy smile.

Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi thought he had fucked up before but he'd really and truly outdone himself last night by sleeping with his ex's best friend. The man seems unaffected scanning Yoongi's naked figure with predatory eyes almost as if he wants another round of whatever they did. Yoongi blushes red and grabs at the sheet, wrapping himself in it. Taehyung chuckles softly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Peachy."

Yoongi huffs out exasperated at Taehyung's calm behaviour. How does he not see this as an issue?

Taehyung laughs in response, smiling and slipping off the bed with ease, completely unashamed at standing buck naked. He stretches himself gracefully like a gazelle.

"Want some breakfast?"

Yoongi doesn't respond, instead he frowns.

"Did you take advantage of me last night while I was drunk?"

Taehyung looks taken aback. "What?" "Did you take advantage...."

"No I heard you the first time. Why would I ever do that?"

"I don't know! I don't usually go sleeping around with strangers!"

"We aren't strangers. I thought at the very least we would be acquaintances, mutual friends?"

"Did we even use protection?"

Taehyung smiles amused.

"You know just cus I like to have sex a lot doesn't mean I'm some disease ridden vermin. So stop with the superiority. I'm clean. I can show you my test results. And believe me sweetheart you were the one begging me to pound your ass, and several times might I add."

Yoongi's jaw drops in shock, he's never been a fan of bottoming, finding it painful and uncomfortable rather than pleasurable. Yoongi had enjoyed the routine sex he and Jimin had when they were together, Jimin enjoyed bottoming and it all worked out... until it didn't. Thinking about Jimin is painful. He tries to erase the memory of walking in on them last night, they weren't even doing anything. Jimin was just kissing Namjoon. But Yoongi knows they never kissed the same way, with the same amount of passion and want. It was at this moment Yoongi realised it was truly over. He'd somehow held a small glimmer of hope that Jimin would come running back to him and they'd be back together again. They'd often broken up and rekindled, Yoongi even overlooked when Jimin hooked up with other guys during their breaks. But this moment sealed the truth for him. He and Jimin were never getting back together.

The tears start pouring out of nowhere and Yoongi gets engulfed into a warm embrace. Taehyung holds him. "Shhh... It's okay it's okay..." when the tears subside Taehyung holds his face, gently wiping the tears off with his thumbs.

"You're going to take a warm shower and I'm going to whip you up some breakfast and then we'll talk okay?" Taehyung kisses his cheek, a brief brush of lips as he shows Yoongi his bathroom. "Towels are on the left." He calls out as Yoongi shuts the door behind him.

Taehyung has an amazing shower with multiple jets and buttons that should disorient an ordinary human being. But Yoongi stands basking in the scalding warm water that scorches his skin washing away the feelings and emotions of last night. He feels much lighter wrapping himself in the soft fluffy towels. Taehyung has left fresh clothes on his bed. A pair of slacks and a shirt along with expensive designer underwear still in its wrapping. Yoongi dresses quickly and follows the smell of cooking bacon.

Taehyung's kitchen is small, half the size of his own extravagant kitchen but the place is clean and well maintained. He wears a ridiculously bright yellow silk kimono speckled with neon green polka dots. He turns around to plate the bacon and smiles at Yoongi.

"Feel better?"

Yoongi nods.

"Here." Taehyung places a plate of eggs, bacon and a pile of waffles in front of him.

Yoongi digs in quietly.

"I put your phone to charge." Taehyung says pointing at Yoongi's phone on the counter.

"Thanks."

"And that's my medical records." He points at the small pile of papers placed so that Yoongi can clearly see that he's clean.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to insinuate that I..."

"Its fine. Apology accepted." Taehyung smiles brightly pushing away the papers to make room for more food.

The food is delicious, the waffles are warm, slightly crispy and gooey.

"You don't remember what happened last night?" Taehyung asks tentatively.

Yoongi shakes his head. "I remember the party... But I don't remember much after that."

Taehyung smirks. "But that was the best part. I think that might have been probably the best sex I've ever had."

Yoongi knows that Taehyung's life style is starkly different from his own. Jimin had often elaborated about the active sexcapades Taehyung had, he never dated: always keeping relationships casual and more on a friends with benefits term than anything. So for Taehyung to say that it was the best sex ever? It seemed completely unbelievable.

"I didn't know you were so wild in bed."

Taehyung laughs. Yoongi doesn't think he's wild in bed. He must have been so intoxicated.

"How drunk was I?" He asks cringing.

"You were sober enough to tell me in explicit detail how you wanted me to fuck you. And I almost jizzed myself in the cab back home." Taehyung answers stabbing a piece of strawberry with his fork.

"That doesn't sound like me at all."

"You're not as uptight as I thought you were."

Yoongi has no idea what Taehyung means, he doesn't remember anything from last night. He remembers kissing someone when the clock struck midnight he's not even sure if it was Taehyung.

His phone buzzes breaking the silence that follows. Yoongi rushes over to answer it.

"Where the fuck are you? Are you seriously ditching me with mum or did you genuinely forget?" Yoongi's sister yells. He'd completely forgotten about the annual new year brunch he has with his sister and mum.

"I'm on my way."

"You better be." Hyunah grunts out as Taehyung quirks his eyebrow curiously.

"I have to go." He tells Taehyung who smiles.

"Um thanks for the food... and the clothes and... " Taehyung chuckles at him walking over to help him.

"No problem sweetheart." He kisses Yoongi's cheek and whispers a happy new year.

"Happy New year to you too... um... I'll return your clothes later?"

Taehyung laughs, Yoongi thinks it almost has a musical tone to it, like wind chimes.

"No need. I'm sorry about your clothes." Taehyung looks genuinely remorseful but also like he doesn't regret doing it. It confuses Yoongi to no end.

As Yoongi steps out the guilt of sleeping with his ex's best friend overwhelms him again. What if Jimin finds out? He would hate that. He pulls his cell phone out and dials his number from memory.

The phone rings and the voice that answers is not Jimin's.

The voice is of Namjoon, Yoongi's replacement. The taller, more handsome, more educated, more stable replacement.

Yoongi almost wants to hang up but Jimin knows his number.

"Hey... Is... is Jimin there?"

"Yeah..."

He hears the sounds of sheets ruffling, sounds of kissing and Namjoon saying " babe, it's your ex." Yoongi wonders if Jimin is rolling his eyes but it's fairly obvious that Jimin has moved on with his life. Yoongi is no longer part of Jimin's life, simply relegated to the permanent ex title.

"Hey what's up?" Jimin asks cheery voiced and it tugs at Yoongi's heart strings. This time last year Yoongi wouldn't have had to call Jimin o the phone, he was lying next to him in their shared apartment and all Yoongi had to do was simply reach over to touch him.

"I... I... just called to wish you a happy New year."

There's a short pause before Jimin replies.

"Thanks. Wish you the same."

There's more silence before Jimin asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." Yoongi senses that Jimin can intuitively tell that something is wrong.

"I just called to wish you."

"Oh. Thanks."

"I got to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah. Take care of yourself Yoongi."

Yoongi almost goes to reply with an I love you. But he stops himself. It's so strange hearing Jimin call him Yoongi. It was always something far more endearing like Yoongs or love or babe.

"You're late." His mother says sipping her fourth bloody Mary for the day if the empty glasses are to go by. It's barely even 11:30.

Yoongi apologises taking a seat opposite his mother. His sister sits between them sipping on a mimosa.

The waiter approaches them ready to take Yoongi's order and Yoongi waves him off. It's way to early to start drinking again.

"So are you back with that ballerina?" His mother says with disdain.

"No. And he's not a ballerina he's a contemporary dancer."

His mother waves her hand uninterested with the semantics.

"Then who gave you those?" Hyunah asks teasingly.

Yoongi adjusts his collar, hiding the marks Taehyung left on his skin.

"Someone I met."

"Someone you're dating?" Hyunah leans over the table closer to his face.

"No just..."

"Wow my baby brother is finally going into one night stands." She laughs teasingly.

His mother huffs annoyed.

"I'm just glad you're not crawling back to that Jinim boy... He wasn't our type at all."

"Jimin." Yoongi corrects.

"And that's why I liked him. Because he wasn't our type."

Yoongi's family is rich. Filthy rich. He's a son of a famous Chaebol family owning multinational companies. His mother never liked the fact that Jimin came from an ordinary family and constantly accused him of being with Yoongi to get money.

Jimin was nothing of the sort, he in fact felt sorry for Yoongi, empathyzing with him on the restricted closeted life style he was forced to lead.

"Why are we talking about Jimin again? Tell me about this new guy. Is he hot? Good in bed?"

"There's no new guy. It was just a one time thing."

His mother changes the topic inquiring how Hyunah's trip to Croatia was and then proceeding to gossip about the elite; describing in great deal the scandalous details of affairs and what not. His sister listens earnestly as his mother talks about one of his father's friends sleeping with his secretary. At least his parents had separated and filed for divorce before they started seeing other people. His mother still lived in the lap of luxury, a penthouse in the heart of Seoul where she lived with her much younger tennis player boyfriend, who was only a couple years older than Hyunah herself. His family was a disaster and he was probably the worst. He wanted to leave claiming he had work, he walked out of brunch. His mother was already tipsy and waved goodbye giving him air kisses so as to not smudge her carefully applied makeup.

"Why is he so middle class? Who works on a holiday?" She asks Hyunah who simply shrugs. Hyunah worked for a fashion magazine writing snippets that accompanied the glossy pages. Which in reality meant writing a couple of words sprinkled with fashion vernaculars. She didn't need to work but it granted her access to parties and invites and she herself was frequently found featured among the magazine pages in the photographs of the socialite community.

At least she was working. The same could not be said for Yoongi, who majored in business under his father's insistence. He got canned from his last job when the company decided to outsource its financial work to an offshore third world country letting the company become "more profitable". A transformative expansion strategy they had called it and Yoongi's team was handed a package of money and sent home. The package was a pittance compared to what he had earned from his family inheritance but it was rather the principle of being unemployed that annoyed him. He had no motivation to wake up each morning and certainly no boyfriend to propose to like he had planned.

Hyunah follows him out pulling him into a hug.

"Join me for drinks this week?" Yoongi sighs.

"Please?"

"Fine."

Yoongi gets smacked with lipstick stains on his cheek. But he smiles as his sister attempts remove the stains. "Get some sleep."

Which possibly translated to I'm going to grill you later about who you slept with last night. Yoongi heads home hailing a cab.

His home is vastly empty now. He's always been a man of few things. Jimin had made his apartment a home, had hung strings of Polaroids, pictures of friends, family and Yoongi. The wall stood bare now with only left over tape marks. Yoongi had thought about buying new art to cover up the spots in an attempt to forget what he had lost.

He grabs a couple of Advil pills and heads to bed. The bed feels too empty and he stretches his arms across. His phone pings and Yoongi quickly glances at the Instagram notification. Taehyung has tagged him in a photo. Yoongi clicks curiously wondering if it's something explicit from last night.

It's an unusual photo, Yoongi looks like a suave man contemplating on philosophy. It's a side profile of him glancing outside through the window with a drink in his hand. Whiskey on the rocks. Fairly early on in the party when he was sober. The picture makes him look good, handsome and the monotone filter adds to the aesthetic. He sees Hoseok commenting heart eyes below the image. Followed by a series of question marks possibly at Taehyung's caption which reads 'man of the night'.

He remembers that moment. He wasn't aware that Taehyung had been watching him. He'd joined the new years eve celebration that Hoseok had organized, sitting stiffly in a corner. Hoseok was one of Jimin's co workers and through association Yoongi was friends with him. He had been surprised when he was invited, even more when Hoseok insisted he came. But Yoongi felt out of place in a room full of people who had their lives together and who looked far more beautiful than he did. No one spoke to him save for Hoseok and Yoongi had walked around the party wondering if he should head home. But he'd seen Jimin and Namjoon and proceeded to drink himself into Taehyung's arms.

Yoongi comments back.

@VantaeKim I didn't know you were stalking me.

To which Taehyung replies.

@MinYoongi93 Always had my eye on you ;)

Hoseok replies back asking what's going on but neither Taehyung nor he responds. It feels like some secret just between the two of them. Yoongi tosses his phone aside and covers himself in his duvet.

When Yoongi wakes up he feels disoriented, his phone rings round and shrill. He glances at the screen that's too bright and answers sleepily.

"I'm bringing you dinner." It's Hoseok and Yoongi wants to say he's not at home. But it's also Hoseok the guy who made Yoongi always feel incredibly comfortable and still stayed friends with even after the break up. He could have easily excluded Yoongi from parties and events but Hoseok took the extra effort to include him.

When Yoongi opens the door Hoseok barges in dressed in a flamboyant, over the top ridiculous outfit. Today's outfit comprises of a muscle tee that shows off his biceps and short-long skirt in a holographic metallic rainbow of colours. He's accessoried himself with bohemian beaded necklaces and an array of multi hued strings wrapped around his wrist.

"I brought Thai." He says waving the fragrant boxes of food and removing all the newspapers off Yoongi's coffee table. They sit on the floor digging into a shrimp rice and chicken in green curry. Yoongi's biting into a piece of chicken when he asks the dreaded question.

"So what's the deal with you and Tae?"

Yoongi chokes over the chicken coughing and Hoseok jumps and hits him hard on the back. Yoongi begs him to stop, holding his palm out.

"There's nothing."

"Hmmm." Hoseok looks at him not believing any words that spill out of Yoongi's mouth.

"Did you sleep with him?"

Yoongi doesn't answer but he feels his cheeks burn up and Hoseok starts laughing and giggling in a victory dance.

"I knew it! Jin owes me 50 bucks now."

"You had a bet with your husband about me sleeping with Taehyung?"

"He totally had the hots for you that night. So what was it like? Give me all the details!"

"I don't remember what happened."

Yoongi tries to explain that he remembers almost nothing from last night, his drunken stupor creating a blank slate in his mind.

"Shame. I've heard so many rumours about how he's good in bed... I wanted to see if it was real."

"Well maybe you should sleep with him then" Yoongi snaps annoyed.

Hoseok flings his wedding ring in his face. "Can't do boo."

"Anyway I'm glad you had some. You needed some spark in your life. Now I can get back to finding you a real boyfriend."

"Hoseok you don't have to I'm fine."

"Yoongs. Babe. Listen. Just cus one didn't work out doesn't mean there isn't another guy out there for you. You don't have to settle down with the first guy you meet. Just try some dating, see what's out there. If you don't like it that's fine too... but Yoongi you need to give people a chance... moping around isn't going to make you feel better."

Taehyung was the first guy he had slept with after he broke up with Jimin. He hadn't even tried to get over Jimin and it's almost been an year: 8 months and 6 days to be precise - not that Yoongi was counting. Hoseok had been coaxing him to go out and try new things but Yoongi just felt awkward and uncomfortable.

"You're coming for my show?"

Hoseok did a drag queen routine at a local bar, it wasn't a frequent event but every time he did one people flooded to watch him perform. Yoongi's been there a couple times watching admiringly how flexible Hoseok was and how his choreography was carefully crafted. Hoseok also sang whilst performing and men even women were clamouring for his attention. Unfortunately he had eyes only for one man. His husband.

"When is it?"

"This Friday."

"I'll be there."

Hoseok smiles brightly his lips turning into a heart shaped grin.

When Friday finally comes Yoongi is wondering if he should back out. He spent the whole day scouting for new jobs with no luck. Nobody wanted a 35 year old man with barely any talent. He was back to his self depreciating mood, frustrated at everything in his life. He gets a text from Hoseok stating that he 'better not be backing out you son of a bitch'. So he dresses himself, taking some effort to find a burgundy shirt and tight black pants. He wears a couple of rings on his fingers and decides to wear a pair of mismatched earrings.

The place is crowded and Yoongi creeps between people, apologising as he makes his way to the bar. He flags the bartender ordering himself his drink of choice - whiskey on the rocks. There's fewer people at the bar, which didn't exaclty give the best view of the stage but Yoongi stays seated wanting to avoid people approaching him. He had slipped back stage before, meeting Hoseok who had been painting over his glued eyebrows. Hoseok clapped deligtedly, glad that Yoongi had turned up. He was dressed in a baby blue latex suit with strategic cut outs, barely covering his crotch and donning a pair of glittery 6 inch high heels that looked like a death trap.

Hoseok was doing a routine to a classic Britney Spears song and Yoongi watched admiringly. He feels someone stand behind his seat and whisper in his ear.

"Hey gorgeous."

Yoongi whips his head around to find Taehyung. He looks ridiculously handsome despite his strange choice of clothing: a white shirt with bright red hearts tucked into a pair of mustard pants.

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi hisses out when Taehyung takes a seat on the bar stool next to him.

"Watching the show." He says despite him facing Yoongi and there by with his back towards Hoseok's performance.

"Then why are you faced away?"

"Found something more interesting to watch." He winks at Yoongi.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"If you're asking me I'm not doing a very good job am I?"

"I'm sorry. I'm not good at this."

Taehyung takes a swig from his drink, a microbrew beer.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't think people find me very interesting and most times I feel like I bore them. People rarely ever come up and hit on me. So I don't really know if someone is flirting..."

Taehyung smiles.

"People don't hit on you cus you have that look."

"What look?"

"Like you know how hot you are and no one can meet your standards."

"That's... that's not true. I'm not hot."

Taehyung laughs at him.

"Then tell me why that guy over there is staring at you." Yoongi looks in the direction that Taehyung docks his head to. There's a young boy who quickly looks down at his feet when Yoongi glances over.

"He's not staring at me."

"He was though."

"Probably wondering why an old man like me is doing here."

Taehyung laughs reaching over to touch Yoongi's hand with his fingers.

"You're funny."

"Are you flirting with me again?"

Taehyung smirks at him. "Maybe."

He doesn't stop touching Yoongi, drawing delicate small circles on his hand. It's a small insignificant action but it sends shivers down Yoongi's spine. It almost seems as if Taehyung knows what he's doing to Yoongi.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"I'm boring and old and awkward. Why would anyone want to flirt with me?"

"You're far from boring. A little awkward yes but underneath that soft exterior you're a little wild."

"You keep saying that. That I'm wild. I'm not."

"You seriously don't remember anything do you?"

Yoongi shakes his head.

"We almost did four rounds; you fucked me first and then begged me to fuck you, twice. You wanted to go for a third time but I couldn't keep up with you. Insatiable."

He chuckles. That doesn't sound anything like what Yoongi does in bed. He always topped, bottoming was an awful painful experience. He couldn't believe anything Taehyung was saying.

"You don't believe me do you?"

"Well..."

"What if I make you cum in under ten minutes?"

"What?"

Taehyung drags him along heading towards the bathrooms. He picks an empty cubicle at the end of the rows. Yoongi feels embarrassed when people glance at them knowing exactly what they were going to do.

"You're okay with me doing this?" Taehyung asks as he locks the door behind them.

Yoongi nods slowly. He doesn't think that Taehyung can make him come so fast. He usually took an embarrassingly long time to get himself hard.

Taehyung grabs his phone out and puts ten minutes on the timer. He shows Yoongi before placing the phone on top of the toilet tank and pressing start. Yoongi thinks he's crazy and insane but he doesn't get much time to think as Taehyung kisses him. His tongue grapples with Yoongi's and Yoongi's hands instinctively reach to grab Taehyung's hair. Taehyung barely lets him breathe, kissing him with passion, his hands squeezing Yoongi's ass. Taehyung pulls away leaving Yoongi gasping for more and he starts unbuttoning Yoongi's shirt. He bends down and picks Yoongi up keeping his mouth close to Yoongi's nipple. He kisses the nub running circles around it with his tongue. It makes Yoongi moan embarrassingly loudly. He had never actually thought of his nipples as an erogenous part of his body but Taehyung is making him consider otherwise. He switches to the other nipple following the same level of body worship he did previously and horrifyingly Yoongi can feel himself get hard. Yoongi wraps his legs around Taehyung in an attempt to steady himself.

It's a testament to the fact that Taehyung seems to know exactly what to do, knows exactly how Yoongi's body responds: things that perhaps Yoongi himself wasn't aware of. He puts Yoongi back down and gets down on his knees. He unbuttons Yoongi's pants and yanks his zipper down. Yoongi's cock strains against his slightly damp underwear. Taehyung kisses over the cloth of his boxers. Open mouthed kisses that makes Yoongi whine. He shifts his head back slightly and pulls his underwear down and Yoongi's cock bobs out precum already dripping and leaking. He thumbs over the slit spreading the liquid over with his fingers. He kisses Yoongi's cock softly at first before sucking the living daylights out of him. He reaches over to grab Yoongi's hand placing it over his hair and encouraging Yoongi to pull his hair. Yoongi feels so close to exploding and his eyes fall shut as Taehyung continues to suck him. Yoongi manages to warn Taehyung yanking his silky strands of hair.

"Fuck Taehyung. I'm cumming."

Taehyung pulls away just as Yoongi's cock releases, his cum stains a part of Taehyung's cheek. The phone beeps a few seconds after indicating that time is up. Yoongi doesn't know what the hell happened.

Taehyung gets up and cleans Yoongi up with a wad of toilet paper and tucks him back in his pants. He has a smug smile on his face.

Yoongi is still trying to come down from post orgasm high.

"Where... the... fuck... did you... learn to... do that?"

"I'm just really good at reading you."

Taehyung chuckles swiping a finger across Yoongi's lips before kissing him again.

"You wanna get out of here?"

Taehyung asks kissing Yoongi's jaw. Yoongi hums back in response. He gasps as Taehyung bites his skin scraping his teeth.

Yoongi nods.

"You should know that there's very few people in the world, who I'd be on my knees for in a public restroom." Taehyung whispers when they sit at the back seat of their shared cab.

Yoongi rolls his eyes "I'm flattered." Taehyung wraps one arm around his waist slipping his fingers under Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi jolts in surprise at the cold fingers. Taehyung doesn't look at him but he smirks ignoring Yoongi's glares. He starts a conversation with the driver about the cold weather and the driver delves into a long winded discussion on the inefficient traffic planning in the city. Taehyung nods adding his own points in between, his fingers slipping further down under Yoongi's jeans. Yoongi almost yelps but watches Taehyung with horror filled eyes. But Taehyung continues to ignore him laughing at a joke that the driver cracks. Yoongi swears the driver must know what they are doing when Taehyung slips a finger between his ass cheeks.

Yoongi wants to die of embarrassment when Taehyung circles his hole and Yoongi has to stop himself from jerking at the touch. Yoongi keeps glancing at the rear view mirror, wondering if the driver knows what they are doing. He wonders if Taehyung will continue doing this till their stop. He bites his lip to stop himself from making obscene moans but it's difficult.

It's torture, pure absolute torture being fingered in a taxi. Yoongi hates it. But he's also very very aroused at the idea that the driver could probably notice. It's a strange and uneasy dilemma to be in. He sighs of relief when his apartment building comes close to view. Taehyung pulls his hand away and Yoongi's anal muscles almost squelch in protest. Taehyung smirks cockily knowing exactly how Yoongi feels. Before Yoongi could reach over to pay the man Taehyung has already handed his card.

"It was lovely meeting you sir." The driver says and Taehyung grins back.

"The pleasure is all mine."

The driver nods at Yoongi and he attempts to smile back.

The doorman looks at Yoongi amused. Yoongi hardly ever goes out and almost never brings anyone home. He sort of hates how everyone seems to judge him for it. Taehyung nudges Yoongi as the elevator doors open. Yoongi presses the gold button indicating the 20th floor. Just as the doors shut Taehyung moves Yoongi to a corner holding him by his waist, kissing him hungrily almost like he couldn't wait the short ride till they got to Yoongi's place. Yoongi should be panicking; what if someone sees? What if his neighbours get together and throw him out for public indecency? He's too caught up with Taehyung's lips, his tongue, his teeth. Yoongi melts under Taehyung's kisses, drowning in the way that Taehyung explores his mouth like it was something familiar. It scares Yoongi how much he wants, no needs this carnal sort of affection. The elevator pings indicating they've made it to Yoongi's floor. Yoongi is left gasping and breathless as Taehyung pulls him out.

Yoongi drops his hand afraid, even when he was with Jimin he never held hands frightened that someone would see. Taehyung doesn't seem to mind and Yoongi digs around his coat for his keys.

He struggles to open his own door, sighing with relief when it finally opens. He doesn't have time to think or move: Taehyung seems to love pushing him around. He's being pushed against his door, the lock clicks shut as Taehyung closes the door with his foot. They kiss again, Yoongi's fingers grab hold of Taehyung's neck wrapping his fingers into his hair.

Taehyung is slim and willowy, his structure much like a model but he must work out because he lifts Yoongi easily. Yoongi wraps his legs around his waist as Taehyung kisses him.

He walks backwards pulling away for a moment.

"Which way?" He asks indicating which door leads to the bedroom.

"Right" Yoongi gasps for air, dignity and want. Taehyung carries him easily moving quickly. He places Yoongi on his bed and stands watching him. He slows down his pace removing Yoongi's shoes and socks.

There's some reverent way that Taehyung drags his tongue on Yoongi's ankle. He leaves trails of soft kisses on his foot. Yoongi can't help but moan but he stops himself bitting down on his lip.

"Don't." Taehyung says pausing to look at Yoongi. He leans over and pushes Yoongi's bottom lip with his fingers.

"Wanna hear you." He presses his thumb and Yoongi automatically opens his mouth sucking Taehyung's finger. It seems almost an involuntary action and seconds too late Yoongi realises he's sucking on Taehyung's thumb like a baby. But Taehyung's already pulling his thumb away dragging the saliva coated finger across Yoongi's chin and down his jaw.

"Take your shirt off."

"Make me."

Taehyung pauses for a second really looking at Yoongi. Yoongi looks away embarrassed not meaning to actually sound that harsh.

He grins at Yoongi and reaches to turn Yoongi's face back to face him.

"The only thing I'm going to make you do is forget your own name."

Yoongi gulps audibly, his heartbeat quickening at how easily Taehyung teases him. Taehyung lifts Yoongi's shirt kissing him on the stomach. Taehyung starts unbuttoning Yoongi's shirt.

"So pretty." He whispers against the skin, bitting and licking. Yoongi brusies easily and he feels himself heating up. Taehyung moves up across his belly button to his chest. He seems to purposely avoid the nipple area and Yoongi begs.

"Please... please..."

He doesn't even know what he's asking for just wanting more of Taehyung.

"How do you feel about being tied up." Taehyung asks pausing his trail of kisses.

"I... I don't know..."

"Have you tried it?" Kiss.

"No..." kiss.

"Is it something you are open to trying?" Kiss.

When Yoongi doesn't respond Taehyung lifts himself off Yoongi.

"I... I don't know..."

"I have a feeling you might like it." Taehyung says a smirk forming in his face.

He touches Yoongi's fingers running the tip of his fingers across the protruding viens.

"Sit up." He orders and Yoongi pulls himself up. Taehyung slides the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He pulls his hands above his head making Yoongi lie back with his hands together over his head. Taehyung uses Yoongi's burgundy shirt to tie a knot over his wrists.

"Tight enough?"

Yoongi attempts to push against the silky cloth but it doesn't budge.

"Too tight?"

Yoongi struggles against it.

"Yoongi... you need to tell me. Is it too tight?"

He shakes his head no.

"Use your words baby..."

"No."

"Perfect. Just let me know if you want me to untie you at any point okay?"

He nods again and quickly responds vocally.

"Yeah... okay..."

Taehyung kisses him deep and slow. He can feel Taehyung's already hardening cock straining against his stomach. The mustard yellow leather pants doesn't hide much. He wants to reach out and touch something. Grip Taehyung's hair or his waist or something but he's trapped and held back. Yoongi never imagined himself being restricted in some way and more surprisingly to be turned on by it. He was always someone who wanted control and independence in his life. A complete contrast to how he seems to enjoy taking a more submissive role sexually.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing..."

Taehyung chuckles.

"Just so you know... you're a terrible liar."

Yoongi chews on his bottom lip.

Taehyung doesn't wait for Yoongi to reply going back to kissing Yoongi's stomach. Taehyung's kisses are slightly ticklish as he kisses upwards and Yoongi squirms.

"Hold still baby..."

More kisses follow on his neck, his jaw. Taehyung reaches for Yoongi's belt, it clicks open and Taehyung pulls it off. It drops on the floor with a loud clang.

"Top or bottom?" He asks sitting up on Yoongi's thighs.

When Yoongi doesn't answer he asks again.

"Do you want me to..."

"Bottom... I want to bottom..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Taehyung unbuttons Yoongi's jeans dragging them off with his boxers. He feels strangely exposed, vulnerable lying completely naked when Taehyung is still fully clothed. Taehyung kisses his thighs marking them with sharp bites that make Yoongi yelp. He laps at the skin there following a pattern of kissing, bitting and licking. Repetitive.

He stops for a moment and Yoongi whines.

"Do you have lube?"

"Dresser."

Taehyung leaves him there hands tied up and legs spread. He returns with a half used bottle of lube lathering it over his hands to warm it up.

"Ready?"

"Get with it already... fuck!"

Taehyung laughs pushing his index finger in. It's not as painful as the time in the taxi, for one Yoongi is anticipating it. It still feels awkward though. But Taehyung is gentle and slow. He pushes in a second finger pausing occasionally to kiss Yoongi's thighs. He pulls his fingers out dabbing more lube on to his fingers. He puts three fingers in instead of two stretching his hole open. Taehyung uses his other hand on Yoongi's cock gently stroking it whilst massaging him with the other. The fact that Taehyung is ambidextrous is extremely hot to Yoongi. He seems to find Yoongi's prostrate if the reaction Yoongi has is any indication. He screams out of pleasure rather than pain when Taehyung's fingers curve and gently press against him. It feels a little overwhelming and Taehyung pauses worried.

"You okay?"

"Fuck! Just keep going! Fuck fuck."

He pulls all 3 fingers out suddenly and Yoongi groans. He begs.

"Please... please FUCKING do something."

"So impatient." Taehyung unzips his mustard leather pants. He's not even wearing underwear and Yoongi is part aroused part grossed out at the thought. He tosses his hideously patterned shirt to the floor. He reaches for a condom in the back pocket of his pants tearing the wrapper open with his teeth.

"Presumptuous much?"

Taehyung looks at Yoongi grinning,

"Hey better safe than sorry. Plus what's wrong with wanting a good time?"

Yoongi huffs watching as Taehyung puts the condom on himself. He's big. It freaks Yoongi a bit thinking about how possibly painful this experience might be.

Taehyung seems to notice his worry.

"It'll be fine. You've done this before." He kisses him on the lips leaving Yoongi gasping for more. He layers himself with lube until it's dripping wet.

"Ready?"

"Yes God DAMN it."

Yoongi panics but Taehyung holds him, and just like he said his body stretches itself to accommodate Taehyung. He feels full, not uncomfortable and Taehyung starts to move. He leans over to kiss Yoongi pulling him up.

Yoongi is already far too wound up and every time he feels close to reaching that high Taehyung stops. He does it thrice before Yoongi gets annoyed.

"What the fuck are you doing? I want to cum!"

He does it again stopping just before he comes he feels like he's on the edge about to fall and then it's gone.

"FUCK!"

He screams a long string of explicit words and Taehyung ignores him. He builds up the momentum again and this time he lets Yoongi cum. Yoongi falls back on the bed watching as white fluid splatters over him and Taehyung. Taehyung's follows soon after collapsing over him. They lay on each other, body fluid rubbing over their stomachs before Yoongi grumbles.

Taehyung rolls over and reaches to untie Yoongi's hands. It may have perhaps been the best sex Yoongi has ever had.

Taehyung reaches over to the box of tissues grabbing a few wipes Yoongi clean. It's not perfect but it's something.

"Its called edging." Taehyung replies when he's disposed the condom and wipes himself clean.

"What?"

"Bringing you close to cumming and not letting you cum... that's called edging... It's supposed to make your orgasm more powerful."

"Oh..."

"You okay?"

Yoongi nods.

"It was good."

Taehyung tuts.

"Just good? That's disappointing..."

"Fuck why are you making me talk?"

"Wanna cuddle?" Yoongi blushes and nods shyly. He loves being cuddled after sex and there's something nice about being wrapped in Taehyung's arms.

He thinks Taehyung has fallen asleep but he stirs behind him.

"Round two?" Taehyung teases bitting Yoongi's ear lobe.

Yoongi turns around to kiss him.

"Fuck you."

Taehyung laughs

"I intend to."

Yoongi's breath comes out uneven, heaving he turns to find Taehyung the same way, but with a grin on his face. He turns to face Yoongi and leans over to kiss him. Unlike the previous kisses this one is softer, slower almost sweet.

It's strange to Yoongi how comfortable he is with Taehyung, how easy it is to just lean over and kiss him and not think about anything.

"I forget sometimes that you're a Chaebol." Taehyung whispers.

"Why?"

Taehyung smirks pausing again for a brief kiss before answering.

"You don't act like one... you don't walk around like you own the place and snootily looking down on everyone."

"But I did..."

"That was because you, for one were afraid that you might get some STD from me and two because you felt like you were somehow betraying Jimin by sleeping with me."

Yoongi doesn't say anything preferring to remain silent. He knows Taehyung is right.

"Why did you stay with him?" Taehyung asks and when Yoongi doesn't respond he adds on.

"You don't have to tell me... I'm just being nosy."

"I thought... I wanted to be in a relationship, wanted someone to call my own... I... was scared that if I let him go I wouldn't find anyone else... I'm unemployed and boring... and I have little experience in anything sex related..."

Yoongi thinks about his past lovers, the first was an older man, rich and affluent also very deeply in the closet. He hated having to date someone who was married but that was his only choice because Yoongi too was very deeply in the closet himself. He knew for certain that the old man would never out him, he had too much to lose himself. Their relationship felt safe. But it wasn't a real relationship. Jimin was only his second boyfriend. He was handsome, charming and lovely. Yoongi was shocked when Jimin had approached him, perhaps their whole relationship felt like a time bomb waiting to explode. Yoongi constantly worried when Jimin would realise he could do so much better than Yoongi. When that time finally came Yoongi hoped against all odds that Jimin would want him back.

" I came out to my family when I was thirty... which is pretty late..." "That is late... I'm not even thirty yet!" Yoongi frowns at him annoyed but Taehyung laughs teasingly and proceeds to kiss his button nose.

"I'm teasing, I'm proud that you came out... I can't imagine how your family would have reacted..." Taehyung quietens down and rubs Yoongi's arm comfortingly.

He remembers the day he told his parents that he was gay. They were desperately trying to find him a wife at the time. He was tired of going on dates with women he had no interest in, and tired of hearing his mother talk about how this girl or the other was a "perfect match" for him. It was one of the few times that his parents had worked together after their divorce, to find Yoongi a suitable partner. He remembers how he stood awkwardly staring at his shoes as the words "I'm gay" had left his mouth. His father ignored him and continued sipping his scotch. His mother was dramatic, waving her hands maniacally around her. Yoongi remembers walking out of the living room with tear stained eyes but a strange lightness in his heart. He choked in his sobs and his sister had followed him out pulling him into a hug and comforting him till he could breathe again.

"We'll find you a boyfriend." She said.

They never mentioned marriage or wives or proposals after. In fact his father simply continued to ignore his son, much like he did when Yoongi had wanted to do his own thing.

"It wasn't bad... They didn't disown me or anything..." Taehyung bursts into laughter at Yoongi's serious tone.

"What about you?" Yoongi asks curiously.

"I didn't really have to come out as such... it's just me and my grandmother and she sort of knew that I wasn't straight and she was okay with it."

"That's really nice."

"I know. I'm really lucky that way."

Taehyung touches Yoongi's face, his fingers lining Yoongi's cheeks. There's something tender and intimate about it and Yoongi's cheeks blush red.

He realises how little he knows about this man despite him seeming to know everything about Yoongi's body. He wants to ask so many things but he doesn't know what the protocol is for fuck buddies or even if they were fuck buddies. (Does one night stands apply? Is it still a one night stand when it's more than one night?)

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Liar." Taehyung laughs at him and Yoongi hesitates.

"I don't know anything about you..." He starts...

"What do you want to know about me?"

Everything, Yoongi thinks. He has so many questions flitting through his mind. They all seem intrusive and awkward to ask. Taehyung rolls over his bed and grabs his phone from the night stand.

"Let me show you something... something I'm working on..."

Yoongi knows Taehyung is into art, Jimin had mentioned it offhandly while they were together. He remembers Jimin would often go to art exhibitions and fashion shows with Taehyung, sometimes he would get invited to tag along. But Yoongi never went, he felt out of place and underdressed in a room full of beautiful people and his insecurities would rise like demons attacking him. He stayed home poring over financial statements instead.

Taehyung passes the phone over to see a drawing. It looks like a design for a hanbok, a modern edgy version and Taehyung flips his finger to show the next image. The sketch has been brought to life, a mannequin wears the black hanbok, complete with lace and delicate gold designs embroidered on silk. It's tastefully designed and looks so completely modern and out of the box.

Yoongi is amazed.

"You designed this?"

Taehyung nods. "And all the beads were hand sewn." Yoongi's jaw drops. He looks at image again there's hundreds of tiny delicate black beads attached to the body of the jacket piece.

"How long did this take?"

"Weeks." There's a sense of pride in that one word, and Yoongi thinks it's warranted. The outfit is gorgeous.

"Is this for work?" He asks and Taehyung answers chortling.

"Fuck no. This is just one of my personal projects."

"Gucci would never let me design stuff like this... here this is what I do for work..." He exits out and opens a new folder titled Seoul fashion week - fall/winter. It's a series of jackets, cloaks and blazers with eccentric designs mostly featuring a large obnoxious looking tiger and bouquets of roses embroidered on. Taehyung laughs as Yoongi scrunched his nose in disdain.

"It pays the bills."

"So the hanbok line?"

"It's something I want to do in the future... open my own line of modern traditional clothing..."

"Why aren't you doing it now?"

"I don't have the time or the money to do it..." He smiles a tinge sadder as he looks at his designs on the phone.

"You should do it though... It's really beautiful..."

Taehyung looks for the first time, genuinely embarrassed.

"What about you?" Taehyung asks eyes curiously glancing at Yoongi's lips.

"I got laid off from the company I worked in... And I haven't found any work since..." Yoongi sighs.

"What did you do there?"

"I was a financial analyst and later CFO..."

"That sounds incredibly hot."

"Its really not..."

Taehyung pulls him closer for a kiss. "Well I think it's hot. Very hot. Scorching hot."

Yoongi laughs as Taehyung kisses along his jaw, pausing to ask questions in between breaths.

"So are you looking for something else?"

"Yeah but ..."

He doesn't want to retell his pathetic stories of interviews that went disastrously. Not because they didn't think Yoongi wasn't knowledgeable or had relevant experience. They were always put off by his cold callous manner of speaking and often Yoongi felt as if they could see through his smile. He was far older than everyone else being interviewed or maybe he was the only one stressed enough to have grey hairs.

Taehyung seems to sense his reluctance to talk about work or the lack of work and switches topics.

"What do you do for fun?"

"Sleep?"

Taehyung laughs against Yoongi's skin his breath coming out in small puffs.

"Do you play the piano? I saw one in your living room..." Yoongi doesn't even know how he even saw that considering that both of them were otherwise occupied at the time.

"Yeah... I still do..."

"You must show me sometime..." Yoongi yelps a little when Taehyung bites his skin.

"Actually I've always wanted to fuck over a grand piano..." Yoongi looks down meeting Taehyung's gaze. His eyes are twinkling with mischief.

"You're crazy."

Yoongi says holding back a smile. He'd never imagined fucking over a piano, one of his most prized possessions.

"Aren't you crazier, fucking a crazy person?"

"Touché."

Yoongi's stomach growls at that moment loud and embarrassing.

"I was going to suggest another round but we'll eat something first." Taehyung's voice is teasing and light, pulling away from the bed. Yoongi watches as sunlight filters through his window and falls over Taehyung's back. He's beautiful, Yoongi thinks, almost angelic and the light creating a halo above his head.

"What?" Taehyung asks spinning around to face him after slipping into his boxers.

Yoongi shakes his head.

It's odd seeing Taehyung seated on one of the bar stools that accompany his breakfast table, someone who wasn't Jimin. He has a bowl of cereal in front of him, almond milk box in his hand pouring it into the bowl. For some reason he recalls the arguments he had with Jimin who constantly poured the milk in before the flakes, something Yoongi could never wrap his head around.

"What?" Taehyung asks again.

"You put your cereal in first."

"Good Lord. Are you also one of those milk first then cereal people? God I thought Jimin was the only weirdo who did that."

Yoongi answers "No." But that name keeps playing in his head. Jimin.

"Is Jimin a taboo word?"

Taehyung asks voice much softer.

"No."

They stare at each other in silence not moving and as still as a tableau. Yoongi blinks before asking.

"Don't you don't you find it weird to be with your best friend's ex?"

Taehyung swirls a spoon in his bowl. He looks into Yoongi's eyes and answers frankly.

"No. Do you?"

Yoongi shrugs.

"I don't see it as a weird thing. He's moved on. You're single, I'm single. I don't see the problem."

Yoongi agrees to an extent. He still has a niggling feeling of discomfort particularly at the thought of Jimin knowing about them.

"It's not like we are dating... And who you are with or who I'm with is none of his business."

Taehyung touches his foot with his own, playful and teasing.

"Look we don't have to go announcing to everyone that we are doing anything okay?"

Yoongi chews in silence the cereal crunching against his teeth.

"Is that a cassette player?" Taehyung asks amused. Yoongi nods without turning to glance at the player.

"Does it still work?"

"You can try it..."

Taehyung immediately jumps off his seat and prances towards the player. He messes with a few knobs checking if a tape is actually in and presses play.

Yoongi freezes as he hears his own voice rapping about taking people to 'Hong Kong'.

Yoongi gets up and attempts to shut the player but Taehyung is blocking him.

"Oh my god switch it off!" He shouts and Taehyung reaches over to press the pause button with a crunch.

"That was you? Rapping?" Yoongi turns red, embarrassed.

It was a mixtape Yoongi had made years ago, when he was in college. He'd always been interested in music but rapping: rapping was a passion. He stood many a times in the sidelines watching underground rappers: watching them spit out bars with venom, fast paced and thrilling. He never joined in but at home when he was alone in his room; he let himself go, releasing his anger out. This particular one was done after one of his classmates, an effeminate boy was beaten up and found bruised and broken in his own pool of blood. It was too late when the ambulance arrived and Yoongi had felt sick to his stomach at the thought of ever letting anyone know about his true self. He'd rapped for comfort, to find solace, to let his emotions out; he felt frustrated and trapped and mostly afraid. He hid further away from the scrutiny of his peers and teachers.

"That was the hottest rap I have ever heard." Taehyung whispers when Yoongi doesn't answer.

"What?" Yoongi looks at Taehyung.

"May I?" Taehyung asks wanting to play the song again. Yoongi lifts his hand off the play button. Taehyung's fingers brush his as he presses play and Yoongi's voice return in the speakers.

It might have been almost twenty years since it has been last played but the music is still good. Taehyung seems to be enjoying it.

"And you call yourself boring?" He asks teasingly when the cassette gets stuck and stops playing.

"I... "

"Did you ever go to any of those underground rap battles they have?"

"Not recently..."

"So you performed?"

"God no... I just watched..."

"I'm taking you to one."

"Now?"

Taehyung looks at him and bursts into laughter.

"Not now silly, maybe next week... I'll let you know.

"I... might be busy..."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at him. "If you don't want to come just say so."

"I..." Yoongi gives a resigned sigh.

"I'll come."

"Atta boy!" Taehyung ruffles his hair and Yoongi tries to desperately flatten it back.

They sit back to eat, and Taehyung seems to have an endless supply of questions.

"Did he know?"

"Know what?" He doesn't have to ask who it is.

"Did Jimin know that you rap?"

"No."

He doesn't ask why but Yoongi tells him anyway.

"Its not something you go around telling people..."

"If I could rap that good EVERYONE would know Kim Taehyung could rap."

Yoongi smiles shyly. He had never shown anyone his cassettes and when Jimin had lived with him he had laughed at Yoongi's 'antique' taste. So the cassette player stayed an ornamental piece unused and untouched.

"You're a little enigma aren't you? Layers and layers of little surprises."

"You look... happy?" Hoseok says almost amused as he jogs next to Yoongi. Yoongi is panting, trying to keep up.

He stops, bending over to clutch at his knees.

"Happy?"

"Yeah... happier than even when..."

Hoseok glances curiously at Yoongi's neck.

"Are those... are those hickeys?"

Yoongi groans lying down on the ground in an almost fetal position.

"Yoongi?"

Yoongi keeps ignoring him.

"Oh my god are you sleeping with Taehyung?"

"Why did you force me to come jogging with you?" He groans again in pain.

"You're avoiding the question" Hoseok tuts.

Hoseok reaches over to pat Yoongi as other runners stare to look at Yoongi sprawled over on the side of the road.

"Come on just one more lap."

Yoongi shakes his head.

Hoseok stretches his hand out.

"Come on. You can't stay here."

"I'm staying here."

"Fine let's go get coffee."

Yoongi attempts to stand up.

Yoongi orders his second cup of coffee and buys Hoseok a blueberry muffin, his favourite.

"You're gonna make me fat!" Hoseok says eagerly grabbing the muffin.

They sit quietly sipping and nibbling when Hoseok reaches over to hold Yoongi's hand.

"I don't know what's going on with you and Tae but just be careful okay... he's not like you or Jimin or heck even me... "

"I'm an adult Hoseok, I can look after myself."

"That's... fuck... that's not what I meant... he doesn't do relationships... I'm not sure if that's what you want... And if it is that you want... that's great... but just be careful okay... I'm worried about you..."

Yoongi knows Hoseok cares, he's been there when Yoongi had nobody.

"Can we talk about something else?" Yoongi asks. "This heart to heart is making me sappy." Hoseok laughs punching Yoongi's arm in friendly banter.

"Jin Hyung and I... we... we....were thinking of adopting."

Yoongi chokes on his coffee spitting out the black liquid ungracefully.

"Shit Yoongs are you okay?"

Yoongi nods although the coughing continues.

"That's great..." He replies smiling weakly. His mind goes back to the memory of last year when South Korea finally legalised gay marriages and there were celebrations across town, particularly in Itaewon. Soon people were getting married, people like him: they were starting families and adopting children. It was beautiful and some stupid feeling had made Yoongi buy a ring. He remembers talking with Jimin about kids when Jimin's brother Jihyun had come to visit with his daughter Yeonsu. Yoongi had watched how Jimin's smiled and his eyes turning to crescents as he held Yeonsu in his arms. "She's so cute!" He kept repeating covering her tiny forehead with kisses. That could be ours, Yoongi had thought. But Jimin didn't want kids. After Jihyun had left Yoongi tentatively broached the subject. Jimin responded with a "Fuck no I don't want kids." Yoongi had hoped he would eventually change his mind but it was too late for that.

Hoseok beams.

"Might have stop working at the club though... I won't have time to teach and perform!" It's clear that Hoseok is excited, and Yoongi thinks with his caring nature Hoseok would make a great dad. They both would. Hoseok and his husband Jin.

He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He glances at it to see a message from Taehyung asking him to meet up for lunch. Yoongi sends a quick affirmative before going back to listening to Hoseok's woes on the long adoption process.

He heads back to his empty apartment exhausted and sweaty. He contemplates on taking a shower but lounging in a bath sounds far more tempting. As he fills the tub with water he has a strange itch, a feeling he hasn't had in awhile, a desire to write. He leaves the faucet open and runs into his study to grab a notebook and pencil.

The water is warm and the aromatic fragrance of his grapefruit and coconut bath oil fills the room. His mind is overrun wig thoughts that he tries to form into coherent sentences. The water is no longer warm when he is finished and Yoongi writes the words Seesaw as the title. Yoongi smiles, of relief, of happiness of a sense of closure.

He's buttoning his shirt when he hears a knock in his door. Taehyung's already here.

Taehyung seems so ecstatic to see Yoongi that he pulls him into a kiss wordlessly. Yoongi chuckles when they pause to breathe.

"Someone's excited."

"Had a bad day at work... are you ready to go?"

Yoongi steps back in to grab his phone and spares a glance at the mirror. He looks good. He made an effort.

Taehyung grabs Yoongi's hand entangling their fingers together.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Taehyung waves at the doorman who smiles broadly.

"Have a good day Mr. Kim and you too Mr. Min."

When they step out and Yoongi scoffs.

"I've lived here over five years and he's never once wished me a good day."

"Probably cus he was shit scared of you."

"What? I'm like the least scary person there is."

"That's true but you kind of have this resting bitch face. Its intimidating as hell and also extremely sexy." Taehyung winks at him.

"Do you mind if we take the sub? It's closer... I don't know if you use public transport."

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"I took the sub to work everyday."

"Oh cool."

Despite being a Chaebol Yoongi never enjoyed driving fancy cars and flaunting his wealth. He particularly hated ostentatious cars that his fellow Chaebol peers drove around. He felt far more comfortable riding the subway hiding himself in the throng of people.

The station is sparsely crowded and they find seats easily.

"You want to tell me what happened at work?" Taehyung's smile fades.

"Or not..."

He sighs deeply before answering.

"The director is being a bitch. The new spring collection is a complete disaster. Everything should have been approved and ready to go for production but no, she goes and changes the whole concept 3 days before we are supposed to send everything in!" Taehyung waves his hands madly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

Yoongi shakes his head.

"I understand completely. You sure you want to eat lunch with me though? You could... you know ..."

"No I need to clear my head. I can't work like this."

Taehyung smiles but there's a little bit of sadness in his eyes.

"Times like this I want to quit and start my own line..."

"The hanbok one?"

"Yeah... But I can't."

They make it to there stop and get down. It's a poorer area of Seoul away from the skyscrapers and financial hub. The streets are a little grime filled and left over bits of snow form melted puddles. Yoongi makes a face.

"Not fancy enough for you?" Taehyung teases dragging him into a small ramen shop.

"No. I just didn't expect you to be having a cheap ramen craving."

"For 1000 won you get a delectable meal that feels like home. So yes I'm going to come here."

The place is dark but clean, small wooden tables mostly 4 seaters are cramped into a small space. Taehyung sits on a rickety stool and Yoongi sits opposite him. A woman spots Taehyung and smiles brilliantly.

"Taehyung-shi it's been so long! And you've brought a friend!"

"Haeran Noona!" She squished his cheeks affectionately.

"And what is your name handsome?"

"Um... Min Yoongi..."

They exchange pleasantries and Yoongi listens as Taehyung slips from his Seoul accent to Satoori.

When they finish ordering Taehyung speaks again.

"I used to come here a lot when I had just moved to Seoul. It felt like home."

"Where is home?"

"Daegu. My grandmother still lives there."

"You hide your accent well. I couldn't tell at all."

"I have to in this industry... Its Seoul or nothing. No one wants to wear clothes designed by a poor farm boy do they?"

"They should. Your designs are amazing."

Haeran brings them their food, piping hot bowls of soupy noodles. It's delicious just like Taehyung described.

"It's good right?"

Yoongi nods not pausing to speak.

"So what did you do today? "

"Oh not much. Went running with Hoseok."

"How did that go?"

"I realised how unfit I am."

"Perhaps you need a better motivator."

Taehyung winks at him.

"Maybe..." Yoongi hesitates before saying but he does.

"I... I wrote something..."

"Oh. What did you write?"

"Lyrics I guess... It's a draft.. do you... do you want to see it?"

Taehyung nods eagerly setting his chopsticks aside. Yoongi picks up his phone and opens his gallery to the picture of the scribbles he did in the bathtub.

Taehyung reads in silence and Yoongi can hear his own heartbeat thud uncomfortably.

"Wow."

Taehyung has a genuine look of happiness on his face.

"This is so good!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean I don't think anyone would think to compare a rocky relationship with a seesaw. That's an amazing metaphor."

He passes the phone back to Yoongi.

"It's not complete yet... I have to work on it."

"I'd love to hear it when you're done."

Yoongi nods. He wonders whether Taehyung knows who it's about.

Taehyung breaks the silence.

"I'm glad you're not letting the break up hold you down... like in the song maybe you weren't right for each other... it's about you two right?"

"Yeah..."

They eat in silence until Yoongi asks.

"Did you ever have... were you ever in a relationship?"

"Nah. Not my thing... I like trying different things, meeting new people... I feel like relationships restricts you..."

"Oh."

"Realtionships are complicated. I've already got enough on my plate."

"So you don't want to have kids or family?"

"No I'd love to have kids... just not now..."

"As a single parent?"

"Most probably yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat... Have you ever had a threesome?"

Yoongi stares wide eyed wondering if he's serious.

"No..."

"Would you be interested in one?"

"I... I don't.. I don't know..."

"Are you free Tuesday night?"

"You want to have a threesome Tuesday night?" Yoongi squeaks out.

Taehyung laughs at Yoongi's reaction. "No. But I got invites to an exclusive sex party. I thought you might like to see... see my side of the world... don't worry you don't have to do anything... you can just watch. I promise. You can see if you like it and if you don't we can leave."

"I... okay."

"Really?"

Taehyung smiles, Yoongi notices how his mouth is shaped slightly like a box. He nods slowly.

"You can say no, I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"I want to come."

Taehyung texts fairly regularly in between his tiring work schedule. Yoongi sends him some of his older tracks after much coaxing. He's started writing again and composing: spending the whole day thumping away on black and white keys. He feels like he is reborn and renewed, with a sense of purpose even. He's pulled put heaps of old manuscripts and ink stains dapple his fingers.

His phone rings in the middle of a complicated section he's trying to piece together, a motif for one of his new compositions.

He jerks at the sound and answers.

"You remember that Dad's function is today right?"

He's actually completely forgotten it. He casually replies his sister.

"Yeah of course!"

"I'm going to pretend like you're not lying. I'll pick you up at six."

"Yeah okay."

He feels a slight sense of panic rise. His father's functions hosted the elite society of Seoul. Which meant he had to dress in his finest. He had no clue what to wear, standing in front of his wardrobe of shirts and suits. He contemplates whether to bother Taehyung. In the past it was Jimin who picked his clothes out, he had an eye for what looked good on Yoongi.

He sends a text asking if Taehyung is free. Taehyung calls him.

"What's up? I'm not exactly free... but..."

"I need help picking an outfit... "

Taehyung laughs.

"That I can do baby... hold on a second. Switch to video?"

Yoongi switches to a video call, and it takes a few moments for him to see Taehyung. He looks exhausted seated at his work desk that's covered in papers. Mannequins stand behind him wearing leather and fur with strips of bright colours.

"You're busy... I'll handle it myself..."

"What were you going to wear?"

Yoongi shows him the black tuxedo he picked out with a matching tie.

"You look like you're going for a funeral."

"Umm..."

"Show me your closet."

He holds up his phone.

"Stop there. The blue suit. Get that out."

Yoongi pulls out the suit from the rack.

"Does it have a vest?"

Yoongi opens up the coat and nods.

"Wear that with a white shirt, drop the vest off and wear a pair of brown shoes"

"No tie?"

"No."

"But it's formal?"

"Trust me."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"How's work?" Yoongi notices the signs of exhaustion on Taehyung's face: the dark circles, the unshaved five o'clock shadow of a beard.

Taehyung shrugs.

"I should be able to finish it up tonight. Thanks for the music... it really inspired me..."

"Oh.. I.. it's just some old stuff..."

"I liked it. A lot. It's good stuff."

"Um.. thanks..."

"I gotta go... have fun at your event."

Yoongi snorts.

"Not likely." Taehyung winks before he hangs up.

Yoongi buttons his shirt up and slips into his coat. He looks at himself in his bedroom mirror. His suit has a slight print on it an almost invisible gold design. He looks good. His phine pings with a notification and he wonders if it's his sister.

"Use some of that hair clay you have on your dresser." Taehyung says.

Yoongi doesn't even know what the fuck hair clay is. He looks around his dresser and finds what this hair clay is.

He finds an unopened jar on his dresser. Something left over from Jimin. Yoongi hadn't thrown it out yet. He snaps it open and smells it. It smells like coconut and maybe hints of vanilla.

His phone pings again and Taehyung attached some instructions on how to apply it. A message follows.

"Figured this might be a first time thing... I'm guessing the clay wasn't yours? Anyway it's not hard to use..."

Yoongi follows the instructions taking a dallop of clay in his hands and starting from his nape. He watches how his hair transforms into a creature of his own. He grabs his phone and sends a picture to Taehyung.

"Fuck. Why do you look so hot?"

Yoongi goes to reply him when he hears knocking. He glances at his Rolex; it's six.

He replies with an emoji before walking to open his door.

His sister is in fabulous red ensemble of a dress, frills trimming the edges and make up flawlessly applied but her jaw drops when she sees him.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"Does it look that bad? I tried some ... something called hair clay? Should I wash it off?" He reaches to touch his hair and his sister walks his hand off.

"Fuck No! It looks... it looks really good. Is this the new guy's influence?"

"He's not my guy." Yoongi pouts.

"Whatever. I like him already. Ready to go?"

Yoongi follows her out closing the door behind him.

"So..." Hyunah asks eyeing Yoongi.

Yoongi knows he's trapped stuck in her car. Knowing his sister he might be held hostage in her ostentatious Rolls Royce.

Yoongi doesn't answer preferring to stare out the window.

"When will I get to meet this guy?"

"He's just a friend..."

"A friend who you have sex with?"

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly.

"Interesting..."

Before she could prod him with further questions her phone rings. Yoongi sighs of relief at the interruption. His sister on interrogater mode is scary.

They step out of the car greeted by the hotel concierge who's smiles are as bright as they are fake. Hyunah smiles at them still clutching on to her phone. She looks at Yoongi and whispers. "We are not finished."

He duly ignores her and walks in. There's a fair number of guests who have already arrived. He heads straight to one of the open bars closest to him.

"Mr. Min may I have a word?"

A lady stops him and he turns around looking longingly at his bottle of favourite whisky.

He smiles brightly he doesn't recognize the woman or the young girl beside her.

"You may not recognise me, I'm Mrs. Park..."

Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes. There's probably a million Parks in this very hall.

"Park JaeHyun's wife?"

Yoongi recognises her husband's name. A head of a reputed financial firm in Asia.

"Yes of course! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Mrs. Min mentioned you were looking for a partner?"

His smile stays frozen. Why the fuck is his mother telling people that he's looking for partners?

"I'm afraid you've made a mistake..."

"Oh. I'm sure she said you were not married."

"I'm not married, but I'm not interested..."

"I beg to differ Mr. Min... Why don't you try a date with my daughter Yuna, I'm sure she'll change your mind."

Yoongi wants to tell her. Tell her that 'hey I actually like to suck cock.' Just to see her reaction but he smiles politely like he's been instructed.

"Thank you for the offer but I must decline, I'm a very busy man."

"But Mr. Min!"

"Enjoy your evening Mrs. Park, Ms. Park."

He bows politely like he's seen his father do since he was five.

He walks finally to the bar ordering himself a drink and quietly slipping away into a corner. He leans over a pillar with his drink in one hand and grabbing hors d'oeuvres from a passing waiter with the other. He places his napkin carefully on the cocktail table placing his stash of finger food on it.

Taehyung texts him.

It's a picture of a file full of designs, Yoongi can't exactly see what it is.

"Finally done!" He writes.

He texts again before Yoongi can reply.

"How's the party?"

"Boring."

"Want me to entertain you?"

"Maybe."

He waits for Taehyung to reply but he doesn't. He wonders if the man has fallen asleep. He's probably exhausted Yoongi rationalises. His father strolls in with his new wife, a much younger lady. He doesn't know why both his parents seem to want to be in relationships with people his own age. Heck it's almost like he's competing with his own parents to date people. Yoongi tries not to think about any of that. His father announces that dinner is opened and Yoongi sighs of relief. He's just about to leave his glass and head to the buffet when his phone blinks with a notification. Taehyung has sent a video.

Yoongi doesn't think he just clicks. He hears his own voice rapping to a slow smooth R & B bass line. He reduces the volume in embarrassment and watches, his jaw dropping at what he sees. He recognizes the room, Taehyung's bedroom. The ambience is set to exude an alluring sexy scene or so Yoongi supposes as he watches Taehyung teasingly strip and sit up on his bed. His eyes fall shut moaning loud enough to be heard despite the lowered volume on Yoongi's phone and he rubs his fingers over his cock in time with Yoongi's rapping. Yoongi watches entranced unable to take his eyes away from his phone screen.

"That bitch is here." Someone says behind him and Yoongi drops his phone. His sister looks amused almost like she KNOWS that he was watching something inappropriate.

"What were you doing?" She asks teasing smile on her face. Yoongi picks up the phone, thankfully it hasn't scratched and he tucks it in checking if his screen works. It shows his lock screen and he pockets it before his sister decides to nose through it.

"Nothing."

She knows he's lying but she lets it slide.

She frowns again and Yoongi follows her line of sight. His dad's new wife. Hyunah particularly hated her after she attempted to get both the Min siblings to call her mother. Hyunah promptly gave her the middle finger and a very loud 'I'd rather cut my own vagina and eat it bitch' before she walked out. Things were always dramatic between the two and Yoongi avoided meeting both at the same instance.

"I'm going to eat." He says sighing and Hyunah rolls her eyes at him.

He's just about to serve himself some Nigiri from the sushi bar when his father's wife appears.

"Yoongi darling did Mrs. Park speak to you about Yuna? Isn't she absolutely perfect? I know you two will make a perfect match!" Susan giggles touching his shoulder.

He stares in horror.

"Susan I'm gay." He says when she stops.

"Oh darling that's a phase."

"No Susan, I like to suck cock and have a dick up my ass and get my face covered in cum... just like you."

Her face stares in horror and it reminds Yoongi of the Snapchat filters he had once tried.

"Tell dad I have some work."

He walks off pulling his phone out to call a cab and texts his sister that he doesn't need a ride home.

"You better be running off to fuck the man who gave you hair clay" his sister replies.

Yoongi doesn't reply.

He contemplates on whether he should watch the video in the taxi. He switches off the sound completely. He hits play.

Taehyung is a sex god, that much is certain. It almost looks like he's watching an aesthetic blue film, and Yoongi can't help but moan awkwardly. The driver glances at him asking if he's okay and Yoongi nods putting his phone away.

He practically runs towards the his apartment wanting to be alone. He strips quickly into his boxers leaving his suit on the floor.

He plays the video with the sound on. It should be weird and awkward to watch someone masturbate to your own music but instead it makes Yoongi feel extremely turned on. Taehyung has his legs spread wide open and he whispers out Yoongi's name. Yoongi can't help but reach into his own boxers grabbing his cock in his hand. Taehyung takes his time slowly and Yoongi matches his pace. He watches as Taehyung's body arches off the bed and how flushed his face is. Taehyung writhes crumpling the sheets on his bed and sighs heavily as he cums all over himself: on his thighs, his stomach and hand.

Yoongi himself feels like he's about to burst when Taehyung wipes himself with a small towel and grabs the phone. He leans close to the camera and winks.

The video goes blank and Yoongi lays in his cum stained boxers unable to move his feet. He doesn't know what the two of them are doing but it's hot. Taehyung is incredibly hot and insane. He falls asleep, dreaming and falling into a rare undisturbed deep sleep.

It's Tuesday night and Yoongi stands in his bathrobe pacing his bedroom. He's googled what to wear for a sex party. He feels intimidated seeing image after image of women in sexy lingerie. Occasionally there will be a man wearing leather straps and tiny booty shorts that barely cover anything. He wants to call Taehyung and cancel.

"Hey what's up?"

"I ... What are you wearing?" There's silence for a moment and Taehyung giggles before he answers.

"Are we having phone sex? Kinky."

"No I don't know what to wear..."

"Oh. Oh. Just wear a nice shirt and pants. And obviously wear good underwear or you could come without."

"Is that what you are wearing? Shirt and pants?"

"Yep."

"Okay."

"Hey don't stress out about it. If you don't want to go we could just grab dinner instead."

"No. I want to go."

Yoongi fiddles with his shirt cuffs nervously, the knock on his door jerks him from his thoughts.

Taehyung is outside leaning over his door pane, looking like a model in a silky navy shirt and black pants. His eyes are done up with smokey eyeshadow: tinges of red and violet. He looks gorgeous, like a sex god.

Taehyung scans him top to bottom, eyes eying him hungrily. His eyes catch a glimpse of the black lace choker Yoongi wore that lays hidden under his collar. He reaches over to unbutton the top few buttons on Yoongi's shirt.

Yoongi shivers when Taehyung runs his index finger along his throat touching his choker and collar bone.

"They are going to love you."

Yoongi snorts.

His palms are sweaty and he desperately wipes it on his trouser pants. He hopes Taehyung doesn't notice. They get off at a large house which looks rather inconspicuous compared to what Yoongi had in mind. Taehyung rings the doorbell and an intimidating man dressed in a black suit greets them. He smiles when he sees Taehyung opening the door wider.

Yoongi was fairly aware of what was to be expected at the party. Taehyung had briefed him about the whole concept of sex parties. He'd even asked him to send a copy of his STI test reports. Yoongi still feels nervous.

There's an area that looks like a reception of sorts with two ladies manning the counter.

One woman greets Taehyung warmly. He extends his hand out and she wraps a a black band over his wrist.

"Min Yoongi?" She asks looking at Yoongi. He nods and she holds out her hand Yoongi stretches out his hand. She puts a red band over his wrist.

"Let me just go over the rules again since it's your first time? We like to respect all our clients and we would appreciate if you extend the same courtesy to us. Contraceptives are avaliable in these glass bowls, if you require anything particular or need assistance please talk to someone with a purple band and we can help you out." She points at her own purple band and Yoongi nods. "Always ask permission and get consent that goes without saying. We don't tolerate unruly or violent behaviour and if you do break the rules security will remove you and you will not be able to re enter. If you have used any of the equipment in the play rooms please place them in the black boxes after you have finished using them. Hope that both of you have a pleasant evening and enjoy yourselves."

Taehyung takes him away from the reception pushing a large door that opens to a wide open space. One corner has a bar and the rest of the area has small seats and a sort of lounge. There's plenty of people but it's not over crowded. They are in various states of undress; some fully naked, others in undergarments and a few fully dressed like him and Taehyung.

Yoongi watches with wide fascination one particular couple; a man who's rimming a woman. Another man joins them a few seconds later, the woman opens her mouth to accommodate the man's cock.

"Let me get drinks." Taehyung says chuckling slightly. Yoongi nods watching in fascination. There's soft paino music and the room reeks of sex smells but is not particularly unpleasant. He watches Taehyung flirt with the bartender. It's all strange and new to him.

Taehyung returns moments later placing their drinks on the cocktail table next to them.

"Enjoying yourself?" Taehyung teases. He slips behind Yoongi placing his hands on his waist and kissing his neck. There's a boy who's staring at them. At least Yoongi thinks he's a boy. He can't particularly tell, the room is dark and he or she seems to be wearing a long black tunic.

"I think you have an admirer." Taehyung whispers bitting his ear softly making Yoongi whimper. He sees the person stand up and walk toward them, bright magenta hair crowning their forehead. "Shit." "I think he wants to join."

The boy stops in front of them. He's tall and well built contrasting his feminine outfit. He looks ethereal.

Taehyung whispers in Yoongi's ears. "You can say no."

"May I join?"

Yoongi says yes before he can stop himself. The boy smiles showing off two prominent incisors that make him look sort of like a cute rabbit.

"Jeongguk would look pretty on his knees wouldn't he Hyung?" Taehyung says out loud. Jeongguk takes the hint, getting into a kneeling position.

"Are you okay with this?" Taehyung asks again. Yoongi nods. Taehyung pulls down Yoongi's zipper and unbuttons his pants. "May I touch?" Jeongguk asks his eyes staring at Yoongi with feigned innocence.

"Yeah..." Yoongi breathes out. Jeongguk reaches for Yoongi's boxers pulling them down gently. His cock bobs free half hard. Jeongguk bring his lips close placing soft kisses on his head and his hands massage his balls. Taehyung stands behind Yoongi kissing his neck. Yoongi feels overwhelmed and he leans back on Taehyung's body. His eyes fall shut as he lets himself enjoy the sensations. Jeongguk opens his mouth wider and takes Yoongi's cock in, sucking and licking him. Taehyung takes one of Yoongi's hands and places it over Jeongguk's head. "Watch." He whispers and Yoongi forces himself to open his eyes. Jeongguk is gorgeous there's something beautiful in the way he takes Yoongi in. He can feel the tip of his cock hit the back of Jeongguk's throat. Jeongguk is sloppy but what he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm. He yanks on Jeongguk's hair and the boy seems to enjoy the action if his increased spurts of energy are an indicator. Yoongi moans loudly expletives falling freely from his lips. He feels ridiculously close to cumming. "Shit. Fuck. I'm going to cum..." "Cum then." Taehyung coaxes him.

Yoongi does and Jeongguk continues to suck him lapping at the white liquid. Some of it drips over his lips and he licks it like it's the sweetest nectar. Yoongi breathes heavily. He can't believe he just did that. No, that they did that.

Jeongguk looks at Taehyung. "What about you Hyung?" "I'm good Gukkie. Thank you." Jeongguk gets up off the floor and bows politely at both of them before leaving.

Yoongi zips himself up and takes a swig of his drink.

"You wanna stay some more or we can leave..."

"I want to leave."

" Are you okay?" Taehyung asks worry lining his brow. Yoongi nods. The drive back home is quiet and Yoongi almost nods off to sleep. Taehyung brings Yoongi's knuckles close to his lips and kisses them.

"Thank you for coming with me." Yoongi smiles at him. They go back to Yoongi's place. "Stay with me?" Taehyung looks like he wants to go home but changes his mind and jumps out of the car.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Taehyung asks as they get into bed.

Yoongi looks at Taehyung as he tucks himself next to Yoongi.

"Yeah..."

"Yeah as in I want to do it again or yeah I liked it but once is enough?"

"I don't know."

"You didn't hate it right?"

"No. I was surprised actually..."

"By what aspect?"

"I don't know I guess I sort of thought it would be some huge orgy..."

Taehyung bursts into laughter.

"Sometimes it is."

"How often do you go? How does it work exactly?"

"I go maybe once a month? Sometimes I don't go at all. There's a couple who run the parties, entrance is through membership or as a guest of a member. That's why I had a black band and you had a red. You have to get tested regularly and obviously make sure you follow all the protocol. Some days they have shows, where some of the members will demonstrate some aspect of a bdsm relationship. It's a fairly close knit group, and it isn't just LGBT people... There's straight couples who come too.. to spice up their sex life I suppose."

"That Gukkie seemed familiar..."

Taehyung smiles again.

"You probably know him... He's a Jeon."

"Jeon as in..."

"Yep."

He's known the Jeons for a long time his father's close friend and a business associate. The Jeons were another Chaebol family who owned a massive shipping line among other things. He remembers visting their house for parties when he was a kid, Gukkie might have not even been born at the time.

"Does he... I mean what are the pronouns?"

"He uses him and he... He likes wearing dresses cus I quote 'easy access'."

Taehyung laughs shaking the bed.

Yoongi laughs too.

"I never saw him at business meetings..."

"I imagine Jeon wouldn't want his gay dress wearing son to be there when he was negotiating a deal."

It's quieter after that, the slow realisation that people who share their preference still have a long way to get accepted as normal.

"I think he just pretends like Jeongguk doesn't exist."

"It could be worse."

"It could."

"How long has been there? He looks young..."

"He is young... He's been around a couple years I think..."

"How did you get involved?"

"The couple who run the parties Dr. and Mrs. Oh... I met them at a fashion show about two years ago. They sort of approached me, I guess I gave them some vibe."

"Doctor?"

"Yeah Dr. Oh has a PhD in Chemistry and Mrs. Oh is an architect."

"Wow."

"They are ordinary people. Well not exactly ordinary. They are loaded."

"So you've never dated ever?"

"I've gone on a couple dates... it just never became anything... I've never called anyone my boyfriend or girlfriend. What about you? Jimin was your only one?"

"No. There was another guy.... before..."

"Hmmm..."

"He was a lot older than me... maybe even around my father's age..."

"Did you call him daddy?"

Taehyung winks jokingly.

"What the fuck? No!"

"I'm sorry that was... but that was pretty funny. Was he good?"

"No."

Taehyung pulls Yoongi closer.

"What happened?"

"I felt like I was his dirty little secret you know... He was married at the time... heck he even fucked me on the night of their 30th wedding anniversary party."

"Shit."

Yoongi had seen him recently at an event, he was with his wife. He had seen Yoongi and looked right through him. It made Yoongi feel small and insignificant.

"I didn't want to do that anymore."

"That's good, you shouldn't. You deserve so much more than that."

"And then I met Jimin..."

"And he was everything you wanted?"

"At first... yes... but... I guess he wasn't that into me..."

"You'll were breaking up all the time."

"Yeah... but I thought I could fix things... maybe stop working so much and do more stuff he liked... I wasn't there for him when he needed me so he went looking for someone else..."

"I don't think it was completely your fault... I mean I'm sure he did stuff that pissed you off too."

"Yeah. He did. But I always thought that couples fight and make up. Things aren't always rosy right? I mean I got him this..."

Yoongi reaches over to open his drawer and get a box. Taehyung watches as Yoongi pulls out a turquoise blue box. He recognizes the brand and realises what's in the box.

"You didn't."

"I did."

Taehyung opens the box delicately where a beautiful diamond ring sits in a cushion.

"It's perfect."

"He never even got to see it."

"He would have loved it. It's beautiful."

"I'm a fucking idiot."

"No you're not. You would have been miserable. You just haven't found the right guy yet."

"Do you believe that? That there is a 'right guy' for everyone?"

"I think we all have someone who makes us happy, whether it's someone you end up marrying or just being friends with..."

"So you've never wanted to just I don't know settle down?"

"I haven't met anyone who kept me that interested... but I wouldn't be against the idea..."

"And what are we exactly?" Yoongi looks at Taehyung.

"We are just enjoying each other. No labels. Right?"

"Right."

They don't have sex but Taehyung keeps kissing him. Yoongi drifts off to sleep wrapped in Taehyung's arms his head on Taehyung's chest.

There's a loud knocking sound and Yoongi jerks awake. He glances at the clock beside his table.

"Don't go." Taehyung whines when Yoongi attempts to leave.

It's almost 10 o'clock in the morning. The knocking becomes louder and Yoongi quickly grabs his bathrobe wrapping it over himself. He wobbles over to the door and opens it.

It's Jimin.

He's glancing at his phone searching for Yoongi's number.

"Oh hey sorry. I just came to collect the letters?"

Yoongi remembers him texting Jimin about some mail that still gets delivered to his place. Jimin had said he'd come to pick it up on a weekday morning.

"Yeah sure." Yoongi doesn't invite him in but rushes to get the letters from the coffee table. Taehyung walks out of his bedroom wrapped in his duvet. It's fairly obvious to any one that he's naked.

"Babe can I have some tea?" He whines his eyes half closed. Yoongi watches in horror as Jimin's eyes widen in recognition. "Taehyung?"

Taehyung looks at the door where Jimin stands.

"Jimin."

"What the fuck Taehyung?"