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Taehyung asks himself how on Earth did he end up here.

Here as in—on a rooftop overlooking Seoul, with a champagne flute in his hand, Seokjin diligently holding a conversation with someone – Jeongguk and Hoseok? Were those the names?

He thinks his life must certainly be entertaining to whoever is up there in the universe looking down on him, maybe the angels he sometimes asks questions to for some guidance.

Long story short, he’s attending a wedding.

Not his, God no. (Well, not yet, he’s an old soul, he wants to get married too, but he knows it’s not going to happen here in South Korea, but whatever, that’s going to be a problem for another day.)

He’s at Seokjin’s sister’s wedding.

Thing is, he doesn’t really know Seokjin that well.

He met him like three times in person, and this is the fourth.

Seokjin is a simple Grindr date. (Yep, shame on Taehyung.)

And for some unknown      reason, Taehyung accepted Seokjin’s invitation to his sister’s reception and actual wedding.

But one thing Taehyung is certain of, is that Seokjin… he’s not the usual Grindr date.

The first time they met, Taehyung was on his day off from his internship and uni. He’s a nurse (yeah, he receives tons of grotty, flirty Grindr dms asking whether he’d roleplay a doctor-patient scene) and he’s usually super tired after a shift at the hospital, especially now that he’s training in the ER. However, it started nicely with Seokjin. They exchanged a few texts, kept the conversation light, fun, and Taehyung was sold, and really wanted to meet Seokjin.

They met at a café in Itaewon. Super pretty place, fake cherry blossoms applied all over a wall, fairy lights decorating the ceiling, European vibes all over the place.

Taehyung was nervous, he knew until the moment Seokjin didn’t show up, the chances of being scammed were high. But then Seokjin opened the glass door, bowing to the waitresses, looking around for Taehyung.

“Fuck” Taehyung whispered to himself, brain going completely numb for a second.

Seokjin was even prettier than what he looked like in the small selection of pictures Grindr offered. Wait, not prettier. Celestial. Taehyung was enchanted. His hair was dyed, a light chestnut colour, forehead adorned by a strand of hair drawing a comma. Tall, oh so tall. And a beautiful, bright smile ready for Taehyung.

Before sitting down in front of him, Seokjin smiled, bowed politely and “Ah, Taehyung-ssi, you look exactly like I pictured you.”

Taehyung tilted his head, smirking. What a character Seokjin was. Looked like a prince, talked like one even, but they met through Grindr. Life’s a joke.

“What? Do the pics on the app not look true-to-life?” Taehyung asked, as he stood up and bowed as well, greeting him.

“No, you’re ten times better in person, just as I thought.”

Taehyung giggled blushing, he knew the butterflies flying in his stomach shouldn’t be there, he just met Seokjin. A Grindr date. Get a grip, Taehyung thought to himself.

“So, how are you?” Seokjin asked, taking off his trench coat. (Taehyung liked that he was wearing a trench coat. He still doesn’t know why.)

“Good, now that I know that you’re not a catfish.”

“I could still be a murderer, though.”

“Gotta make sure I tick off that possibility by the end of this date, then.”

Seokjin laughed, and he sounded a little funny but Taehyung was weirdly endeared by his wrinkling eyes. Those damn butterflies in his stomach were so silently loud now.

They ordered a slice of cake each and tea. Classy.

Seokjin had already told Taehyung that he’s an engineer of some kind (mechanical? Something with physics? Taehyung couldn’t remember, he just thought it was hot). Engineers are usually pricks (yeah, he dated some already. Wouldn’t recommend) but Seokjin, once again, didn’t look nor sound like your average male engineer. Well, first of all, he was gay. Some kind of Korean Alan Turing. And then, well, he didn’t mansplain nor talked as if he knew the secret laws of the universe. They were past the first stages of getting to know one another, they texted heavily via Grindr and then KakaoTalk for a couple of weeks prior to their date.

“How did your shift go?”

“Same old shit, but a different day. Like, literally. I see things you humans cannot even imagine” Taehyung joked as Seokjin crossed his arms, leaning onto the chair, studying him. He felt exposed, scanned, naked in front of Seokjin, who was quite straightforward, transparent even, in the way he was staring at him with hungry eyes.

Damn, those butterflies made it up to his chest.

They talked until their order was brought to the table. Seokjin asked a lot about Taehyung, about anything – his family, his past relationships, his friends. And Taehyung, unfortunately for his most recent ex-boyfriend (a dickhead, wouldn’t kiss him after a blowjob and had the audacity to say “Can you please shut up? For once only?” to him) but fortunately for Seokjin, who looked interested for real, talks a lot, he has the gift of the gab and is a social butterfly. His mom says he’d talk to rocks too, if he could.

Nonetheless, Taehyung didn’t disclose one of the most important things about himself. Too soon, even for someone like Seokjin, who looked… reliable? Trustworthy?

Seokjin talked about himself too, he answered Taehyung’s questions with his sweet, deep voice. And he never let go of his eyes, holding the gaze, always looking at the youngest – yeah, Seokjin is what, like three years older? Hot.

For some reason, Taehyung liked that about Seokjin. Being stared at right in the eyes was something that always made him feel small, shy, but Seokjin somehow made him feel appreciated. Maybe it was the fact that they knew they liked one another, or the fact that some sexual jokes were thrown here and there when texting, and they were now pretending that hadn’t happened. Maybe it was the fact that Seokjin looked like he wanted to devour Taehyung there, if he could. In a very explicit, sexual way.

The best part of the whole date was when Seokjin escorted him out of the place after paying for everything himself. (Not that Taehyung expected he would pay a single won, nah.) He held the door open for him, delicately placed his hand on the small of Taehyung’s back.

Again, the fucking butterflies in Taehyung’s stomach were tenfold silent and louder by then. And he knew he shouldn’t have felt like that, like an infatuated boy.

Damn, that was just a date with the umpteenth Grindr date and he was feeling like he felt when he was 15 holding hands with his first crush.

Seokjin walked Taehyung to the bus stop, he insisted (he asked to take him by car back home, but Taehyung isn’t dumb: Seokjin was nice and prince-like, but he could’ve still been a stalker or something).

“So, have I passed the murderer check?” Seokjin asked, turning his head to Taehyung, who giggled, and played along.

“I don’t know yet, you could still kidnap me.”

“Fuck, you got me!” and Seokjin abruptly took Taehyung by the wrist. They were just walking by a secluded alley, and he dragged him there. Taehyung got worried for a second, heart in his throat, brain frozen.

And then Seokjin kissed him, said “Sorry if I scared you” whispering on Taehyung’s lips. Then went ahead with the make out session.

And what a make out session.

Taehyung would lie if he said that he didn’t like it. What kind of man violently apologises for scaring you, delves his tongue down your throat and then makes out with you for 5 minutes straight? On the first date? Kim Seokjin.

The build-up sexual tension that lingered on them for the whole date was definitely released. Taehyung’s hand roamed around Seokjin’s waist and back, wrinkling his trench coat.

And the eldest devoured, yes, devoured Taehyung.

He kept a hand on Taehyung’s jaw, holding him still, and the left one was stroking his side gently. Such a contrast, especially with how feral he was while kissing the youngest. But never crossing boundaries. He detached himself from Taehyung, looking for his eyes and “Taehyung, look at me”, and the other obeyed, and nodded with pleading eyes and a whine when Seokjin asked “Is this okay?”

Now, once again, Taehyung knew that was probably stupid, blah blah blah, all those talks about hitting first base on the first date. But Taehyung didn’t care. He trusted his guts, and for some reason his intuition suggested Seokjin was a trustworthy one.

And he had his ideas corroborated when Seokjin, moved both his hands to Taehyung’s face, as his tongue licked his lips, savouring the remaining sweet taste of the red velvet cake Taehyung ordered just hours ago. The eldest slightly pressed his knee on Taehyung’s crotch, and that’s when the latter panicked.

Seokjin stopped as soon as Taehyung started shaking his head, breathing frantically.

Taehyung’s head was spinning. What if Seokjin noticed? What if Seokjin noticed, by pressing his knee there, rubbing his groin, that Taehyung lacked something? A dick, for example.

He didn’t really plan to come out to Seokjin like that on their first date. Taehyung hoped (no, prayed to his angels) Seokjin didn’t realize something was off, nor that, if he did realize, he would change his attitude, revealing himself as a transphobe of some kind.

“I don’t—I’m sorry, I don’t want to” he whispered, voice low and trembling.

Seokjin just smiled, and for some reason frowned as he placed a soft peck on Taehyung’s lips, “Why would you apologise?”

At that, Taehyung smiled, calming himself, and kissed Seokjin back, no tongue, just a ‘thank you’ kiss.

“Because that’s something not everybody understands.”

“I do, though. I might have kidnapped you but I’m like that white dude, what was his name? Lupin? The gentleman thief” Seokjin chuckled, as he detached from Taehyung, hands on his hips.

They went back to the street, and held hands. Taehyung’s butterflies doubled in number again, chest tightened, a funny feeling spreading all over his body.

At the bus stop, they chatted again, waiting for Taehyung’s ride. Seokjin looked normal, everything was fine. He talked about how his brother (Jeongguk?) and his boyfriend (Hoseok?) loved watching crime shows and they got Seokjin invested too. Taehyung was kind of lost in his own thoughts, he was listening to Seokjin, but he was also trying to detect whether something had turned him off.

But then Seokjin kissed his hand when the bus approached, and Taehyung’s heart appeased.

“Talk to you soon? Text me when you get home, yeah?”

Taehyung nodded, and while he was waiting in line to hop on the bus he turned and saw Seokjin looking at him.

“You passed the murderer check!” Taehyung screamed at him, making Seokjin laugh, shoulders (fuck, those shoulders where massive) shaking.

“Then let’s have a second date” he shouted back, waving as Taehyung validated his ticket and the doors of the bus shut.

Second date was when Seokjin dropped the bomb. And things escalated, beyond Taehyung’s control.

“Taehyung-ah, what if I asked you to come to a wedding with me?”

Taehyung giggled, munching on his pork belly.

They were at a restaurant, sort of a fancy one, but on the lowkey side, with an evocative name, The Dionysus. Those restaurants with dim lights, industrial vibes and chic presentation of each course, but rather budget friendly. Not that Taehyung was going to pay, but you know. Seokjin picked him up at the bus stop. He wore the camel trench coat again, and Taehyung smiled when he noticed it.

Taehyung stopped giggling when he looked at Seokjin, dead serious.

“Are you—wait, you’re being serious. Are you being serious?”

Seokjin heaved a sigh, cleaning his mouth with the cotton napkin, licking his plump lips. He took a sip of wine.

“My sister is getting married in two weeks. Long story short, my parents keep on bugging me about not being the perfect eldest son, since my sister is the youngest and she’s getting married before me and Jeongguk” Seokjin rambles, a bitter smile on his face, “and well, Jeongguk is gay. And so am I. My dad is the only one in our family who likes pussy.”

Taehyung almost choked on his pork belly. Shit. Out of all the things he could say, Seokjin really said that.

“And I kinda want to bug them back, so if you’d—if you come with me, I’ll make sure they just shut up. Jeongguk has Hoseok at least, he’s gay but less problematic according to our lovely parents. I have no one” Seokjin rambled, explaining himself, rolling his eyes.

“I am trans.”

Christ. Taehyung couldn’t believe what he just said. Did he just blurt it out like that? Without fully realizing that he just came out to someone he liked (yes, he liked Seokjin very much indeed, especially after that make out situation and the fact that he texted him back with a “You’re the prettiest version of yourself when you’re flustered” to his “I’m home!” text) but whom he literally met a week ago? Fuck, it took three months for him to be comfortable enough to say it out-loud to his previous boyfriend. And now he just threw it out there for a guy he just met. Via Grindr.

Seokjin looked at him frowning. Then he shook his head.

“Is that your way of saying you’re not coming with me? To Jia’s wedding?” Seokjin pouted. Why did he have to be this random mix of endearing and hot?

“What? No! I mean, yes, that’s ok, I can come if you want me to” Taehyung mumbled.

Fuck, they were chaotic. What was even happening? Taehyung’s head was spinning.

Seokjin heaved a sigh of relief, a beautiful smile painting his breathtaking face.

“Taehyung-ah, you don’t know how grateful I am.”

“Seokjin, I just—I just told you I am a trans man” Taehyung lowered his voice, leaning on the table, getting closer to his date. His heartbeat accelerated, he was panting, as he if he ran the New York marathon.

“Well, that still means my dad is the only one in my family who likes women.”

Taehyung was left speechless. Seokjin must have noticed, because he leaned on the table as well, and something in his eyes changed.

“Taehyung, I’m also grateful because you came out to me like that. We just met, I randomly asked you to come to my sister’s damn wedding and you outed yourself, and that look on your face kinda says it all” Seokjin whispered. “I appreciate you saying it to me, thank you for trusting me, even though I suspect you weren’t planning on doing it—not now at least? I mean, you being trans doesn’t affect the way I feel about you.”

Taehyung felt like crying, that was suddenly such an overwhelming moment. He started processing what just happened. And wait, did Seokjin say “and you being rans doesn’t affect the way I feel about you?”? He did. How is he a guy he met through Grindr? An engineer too?

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Fuck, Taehyung, did I make you uncomfortable? Do you want us to go?”

“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t know how I managed to say it to you though, like—it always takes me some time to say it to people” Taehyung looked as if he was thinking out loud, looking at the remaining meat on his plate. He frowned, his heart went back to pumping blood at a normal rate.

Seokjin’s hands got closer to Taehyung’s, his fingers brushing the tips of the other’s.

“I’m sorry if what I said about dad disturbed you in any way, I’m dumb.”

Taehyung chuckled. And then looked at Seokjin in front of him, a worried look on his face, but his eyes—they were sincere. No trace of malicious behaviour. That was the thing about Seokjin that Taehyung appreciated since their first date. He was… transparent. Taehyung could read him as a book, and Seokjin would let him.

“I’m good, I’m okay. Thank you for not saying shit like ‘I don’t care’, I appreciate that too.”

Seokjin nodded and he was just retreating his hand when Taehyung held on to him.

“So, when’s this wedding?”

“It’s in two weeks, you better get that weekend off work.”

Taehyung nodded and smiled softly. Seokjin smiled back at him.

“Do you like me then?” he asked, embarrassed enough not to look into Seokjin’s curious eyes, but playing with his fingers.

“I wouldn’t have eaten your face on our first date nor invited you to such an event, if I didn't,” Seokjin admitted, cocking his head to the side.

Taehyung eventually looked at him, blushing. And Seokjin was smirking, his beauty enhanced by those hipster dim lights the restaurant managers opted for.

“I thought for a second you only asked me out once and this second time around just to find someone crazy enough to say yes to this absurd plan of yours” he teased.

“Oh, you got me there though. I originally thought I was going to do that. Find someone cute, detect whether they’d be nice hypothetical boyfriend material and then drop the bomb. But I don’t know what it is about you. I wasn’t expecting you to be this—gorgeous and—to like you. I don’t know why, but I feel like I can trust you.”

Taehyung wanted to laugh so bad, because that was the exact same way he felt about Seokjin. The butterflies that were now knocking on his stomach again were the proof.

“Believe me, I feel the same way.”

Taehyung accepted the invitation but he realized a couple of days before the big three-day-event (apparently Seokjin was a chaebol? Taehyung should have got it, he’s sort of dumb sometimes, but when he heard it was a three-day-event realization hit him right in the middle of the face) that he had absolutely no wedding-appropriate attire. So he texted Seokjin. And what did Seokjin tell him? “I’m buying you a couple of suits, my fault if you weren’t expecting a wedding, don’t trouble yourself.”

Seriously, how was Seokjin a guy he met through Grindr? His last Grindr hook-up didn’t even make him come. And now Seokjin offered to buy him a couple of tailored suits? Fuck.

They met at the subway stop to go to a shop in downtown Seoul, and Seokjin had Taehyung choose whatever material and fabric he wanted. He said that the tailor was one of his dad’s former associates or something like that (he was the one that custom made the trench coat for Seokjin); point was that they were going to tailor-make him a suit in just a couple of days.

“Seokjin-ssi, your friend has the proportions of a model!” said the old man who measured Taehyung’s waist.

“Ah yes, it’s true. He has the face too” Seokjin smirked, as he was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, scanning Taehyung, who blushed.

Taehyung chose a light fabric with a hand stitched floral pattern. The pants were a dark colour, as Seokjin suggested they should at least match with the colours and his suit was black and white, jacket checked and his slacks too.

As the tailor went back to his workshop, Taehyung turned and stared back at Seokjin.

“I can’t believe you’re this rich,” he said. Seokjin laughed.

“Were you looking for a sugar daddy when we matched on Grindr?” the elder asked, leaning on his hand. God, right in that moment, Seokjin did look like a sugar daddy. Taehyung’s friends, the butterflies, knocked at his stomach again.

“Aren’t sugar daddies older?”

“Well, I am your hyung. Isn’t that enough?”

“Yeah, that’s hot, I’ll give you points for that” Taehyung nodded, smirking back at Seokjin.

That was the third time they met but it felt like they had met way before in time, as if they had known each other for longer. And Taehyung had an inkling that Seokjin felt the same. The banter was always playful, they held hands when they met at the subway station and walked to the shop. No kisses, though. That was something that Taehyung did not really understand, but he figured that they’d make out anyway before parting ways.

“You’ll look like a prince, the most handsome one.”

“Only if you’re going to be my king, sir,” Taehyung whispered.

“Well there, young gentlemen, onto the next suit!” The tailor emerged out of nowhere, his meter hanging around his neck, a load of new fabrics in his hands. Seokjin heaved a sigh, clenching his jaw as the tailor blabbered about measures and timing. He was definitely affected by Taehyung’s choice of words. The ‘sir’ especially.

The suit for the reception that would be held the day prior to the actual ceremony was going to be completely different colour. (Taehyung found that’s how rich people celebrate these big events, a reception, followed by the wedding, and on the third day, a big goodbye-and-thank-you-for-coming brunch. And a change of outfit for each event was of course requested. He tried to calculate how much a three-day-event could cost, but he gave up. He’s a man in STEM but he’s not into Maths that much, that’s Seokjin.)

“Jia and her fiancé will wear white on their big day, so for the reception they decided all guests will wear white and the groom and bride will wear patterned clothes. That’s what she told us last night” Seokjin told Taehyung. Because of that, Taehyung decided to ask the tailor to go for the same fabrics Seokjin chose for his suit. To match even better.

“You are going to look like two grooms,” the tailor giggled, as he measured Taehyung’s arms again. The latter skipped a beat, but smiled, not daring to look at Seokjin.

“Daehyun-ssi, you know I would never wear white on my wedding day, it’s too boring” Seokjin retorted.

Taehyung smirked.

So here he is. Taehyung is on a rooftop with Seokjin, who’s treating him like a boyfriend. They agreed on this, of course. Seokjin asked (he always asks, always) whether he could introduce him as such, and Taehyung once again said yes.

The reception is crowded, there are mainly friends and close family. There will be more guests tomorrow.

Taehyung is fascinated by the gracious flowers adorning the railings. Everyone looks rich, expensive. The main colour scheme revolves around white. (Honestly, this chaebol housewife life could be the real deal for Taehyung. It’s a pity he actually enjoys being a training nurse.)

Seokjin’s sister and her soon-to-be husband Namjoon are wearing fun patterned (and matching) clothes and of course they are the centre of the attention and rightly so. But Taehyung knows that after the groom and bride, who’s getting most stared at are Seokjin and him (“Oh my God, it’s our sister’s wedding Jinnie-yah, you can’t steal the show with your boyfriend!” his younger brother commented giggling).

Maybe it’s the tailor-made suits or maybe Seokjin’s new black hair dye or maybe it’s the fact that, let’s be honest, Seokjin and Taehyung look breathtaking as a couple. They look like royalty.

“So how did you guys meet?” Hoseok asks, while Jeongguk hooks his chin on his shoulder. He’s slightly taller than Hoseok and he’s visibly in love with him. Jeongguk keeps orbiting around him, always looking for him with his big, child-like eyes.

“Grindr” Seokjin says bluntly, a hand on Taehyung’s back. (Taehyung would lie if he said the butterflies weren’t even louder this time. Also, is Seokjin being possessive? His pussy throbs.)

They also agreed that whenever someone asked about the dynamics behind their current relationship, Seokjin would be the one to deal with it. And Taehyung lets him, his non-verbal comment to that statement is a soft smile.

“Jesus, tell me appa and eomma don’t know about it” Jeongguk says, snorting. Hoseok covers his mouth with his hand, but his laughter is still audible.

“I didn’t tell them. Not yet, at least. You know what, the thought of the four of us being stared at right now just cause we’re the gay children with their boyfriends fucking turns me on” and that’s when Seokjin grabs Taehyung’s hand. He’s not being rough though, he intertwines his fingers with Taehyung’s, looks at him gently and the youngest smiles.

Taehyung still can’t explain it, but the feeling of safety and respect Seokjin conveys to him is unprecedented. He trusts him. Sure, he knows there is absolutely no reason why he should. He still doesn’t really know him that well, this is literally the fourth time they see each other. But Taehyung has this gut feeling about Seokjin. It’s as if he knew the other would never purposely make him feel uncomfortable in his own skin.

“How are you feeling?” Seokjin asks, whispering.

“Uhm, a little stared at” Taehyung admits, chuckling.

They’re headed towards the parapet of the terrace overlooking the whole of Seoul. This is still surreal to Taehyung. The scenery is simply exceptional, and his date too.

“But that’s what we wanted to achieve, am I right?” Taehyung corrects himself, as for a second, Seokjin looks worried, almost mortified.

“I am sorry if you don’t feel at ease, love. I never meant for you to go through public scrutiny this way” Seokjin apologises.

“No, don’t—don’t say it. Like, I agreed to this. Because somehow, I trust you. And I mean, who—who gets invited to a wedding on the second date? This is going down in history books.”

Now, Taehyung doesn’t know whether Seokjin does it to spite his parents, or those who are still most likely looking at them curiously, but he feels Seokjin’s lips crashing his. And it’s magical.

That’s the first kiss they share that it’s not dictated by lust. It’s sweet. Seokjin cups Taehyung’s face delicately, his tongue tracing the outline of his mouth. It’s slow-paced and Taehyung really, really likes this. All of the sounds coming from the crowd beside them, from the streets, from the whole of Seoul, disappear, they’re nullified.

For a second Taehyung thinks that maybe the universe, or his angels, gifted him with the most unique, unexpected surprise, and that’s of course Seokjin.

“Thank you, Taeng-ah.”

Seokjin stares at Taehyung endearingly, still holding his face, tracing circles on his cheeks.

“For what?”

“For dealing with my shit and this mess I dragged you into. And for trusting me.”

They gaze at one another. A lingering silence surrounding them, not at all uneasy though. Seokjin raises his hand, pets Taehyung’s cheek. The latter leans into the touch.

“Let’s go meet my parents?”  he asks. Taehyung nods.

And off they go.

Taehyung mentally thanks his own parents for making him this extroverted. Because he can tell that Seokjin’s parents, against all odds, seem to find him… pleasant?

Seokjin explained that they’re not totally narrow-minded, but they’re obsessed with being held in high regard by other chaebols. Having all of their kids liking men… it wasn’t part of the plan. It’s not like they hate their children or will disown them, but they would love it for them to have a ‘normal’ life, which would include an  ‘ordinary’ family in the picture. Grandchildren, wives. The Jeon-Kims were the stereotypical we’re-not-against-homosexuals-but-it-would-be-better-for-our-children-not-to-be-gay type of parents. Taehyung gets it.

“I wished our son introduced us in another—environment.”

Mrs. Jeon is wearing her ravishing traditional hanbok, and is glaring at Seokjin.

“I’m sure you’ll get to know each other better in the future, eomma” Seokjin grumbles.

Wait, has Seokjin just hinted at a future together?

“I’m just saying Taehyung-ssi looks like a polite kid and would love to talk more to him in a quieter place. You could have had the decency to have us meet earlier, Seokjin-ah.”

Seokjin’s dad, the one that looks more like Jeongguk, peaceful, easy going, places a hand on his wife’s waist, “Let us enjoy our ttal’s day, we’ll get to know Taehyung-ssi another day, yeobo.”

And just like that, the fake-boyfriend meets parents interaction is quickly dealt with.

“That was smooth” Taehyung comments.

Seokjin heaves a sigh, as if he just let go of a burden.

“Fuck, they didn’t even ask you what your job is. This must be a dream.”

“It’s because of my charming looks and impressive silver tongue, this is what a social butterfly like myself relies on” Taehyung shrugs, a smirk on his lips.

Seokjin shakes his head, elated.

The dinner takes place on the rooftop too, the colours of the twilight painting the sky with purple and blue hues. There’s a subtle breeze, the lilac and white flowers hung on the decorative pergolas swing, their sweet scent gets to everyone’s nostrils.

Taehyung’s favourite moment of the reception (other than that sublime kiss) is when they’re having dessert and he’s sat with Hoseok and a couple of other people, some cousins (Yoongi? And his boyfriend Jimin? He was introduced to so many guests he barely remembers Jia’s spouse’s name – Namjoon, that’s for sure), chatting about those damn true crime shows, when he turns his head, searching for Seokjin, who left him 5 minutes ago.

He sees him with Jeongguk and Jia. It’s just the three of them, in a corner, and they’re all sipping some champagne from their flutes, talking among themselves, grinning knowingly. Taehyung can tell they get along well, they have this special, unique way of communicating among them that is endearing.

Jia looks stunning (that runs in the family’s blood), a carbon copy of Jungkook when it comes to facial features. Her jumpsuit has a nice, fun pattern on it, depicting some dainty flowers. Jeongguk and Seokjin are wearing their white suits instead, and they’re standing at their sister’s side. They look absolutely incredible, the three of them.

Taehyung thought, when he met Jia and Namjoon, that she’d be pissed that her brother would so not-nonchalantly draw the attention by taking his ‘boyfriend’. Valid, if you ask him. But Jia had been so welcoming and nice to him, Namjoon fondly looking at her when she said “Hyung finally found someone who doesn’t look like a fucking bully, of course I’m excited to meet you!” Apparently, Seokjin told her about his plan (pissing off their parents) and she couldn’t care whether he introduced him to the world on her wedding day. Great.

As he’s now watching the Jeon-Kim siblings giggling like kids together, a smile on his face as he studies the three. They’re definitely gossiping. He finds the scene intimate, and thinks he’s intruding by merely looking at them, but then Seokjin, laughing with Jia about something Jeongguk joked about, raises his eyes and meets Taehyung’s gaze. He winks at him, and Taehyung scrunches his nose in response.

He can’t wait to be alone with Seokjin tonight.

And then the night comes indeed.

They’re staying at the same hotel where the reception and the actual wedding is going to be held.

The reception ended quite early, as the spouses have to get ready for their big day, and Jia was thoughtful enough to wrap things up rather swiftly, to avoid lack of sleep on the wedding day.

Taehyung loves the junior suite he and Seokjin are staying in. It has a wonderful view on the Han river, and on the baby terrace, there’s a fucking Jacuzzi. Like, how rich are these people to even afford a room like this? None of Taehyung’s problems, he’s also here to enjoy being spoiled for once.

“Hey, do you want to have a quick dip?”

Taehyung turns around. He’s sitting on the bed, he waited for Seokjin to brush his teeth as well, and now the eldest is unbuttoning his shirt.

Taehyung doesn’t know if he wants to. Seokjin never made him feel out of place so far, nor uneasy. But Taehyung isn’t sure about showing him the scars on his chest yet.

“I don’t have a swimsuit” he comes up with. Of course he doesn’t have a swimsuit. He wants to slap himself, that was such a dumb, obvious thing to say.

“That’s okay, I didn’t want to go with skinny dipping on our first night together, so—underwear will do, I suppose.”

But Taehyung bites his lip. He doesn’t have it in him to say no to Seokjin, but he also respects himself to the point he won’t do something that makes him feel uncomfortable. So he just goes with the truth.

“I don’t feel like, uhm, I don’t feel like taking off my clothes completely” Taehyung whispers, not looking at Seokjin anymore. He’s nervously playing with the pristine white sheets, he can feel his pulse through his ears.

“Hey” Seokjin drops to his knees in front of Taehyung. His shirt is unbuttoned, so Taehyung blushes instinctively.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to pressure you. If you don’t want to show yourself without clothes, I’m okay with it. And if you don’t want to have a dip, we won’t either.”

Seokjin is rubbing his hand on Taehyung’s thigh, not in a suggestive way, just comforting him.

“I mean I do want to go in the Jacuzzi, but I—I don’t feel like taking off my shirt” Taehyung says, sincerely.

“I said it’s fine, whatever makes you feel comfortable, Tae-yah.”

Taehyung loves that Seokjin just goes with the flow, with what Taehyung’s feeling.

It’s not even about his intimate parts he’s worried about, but the scars on his chest… he’s still not at ease with showing those to just anyone. Not that Taehyung hates them, hell no, he feels confident about his scars. He’s proud of who he is, yet he still has difficulty on showing himself this intimately to strangers (yes, he did fuck with Grindr dates keeping his shirt on but never denied some nipple play, cause you know, that’s fun and exciting). And yes, Seokjin is not just any man, but Taehyung’s still very protective of himself. And he likes Seokjin, he just wants to take small steps until he finally deems himself ready to show every part of himself to him.

“Thank you” he whispers, and he leans in towards Seokjin, depositing a small peck on his lips. Maybe they’re playing the boyfriends part a bit too much. Just to practise, for fun, of course.

They strip, Seokjin removes the rest of his clothes, whereas Taehyung quickly runs to the bathroom and slips a white tee on, the one he was wearing when they got to the hotel.

When he’s back, Seokjin is warming up the Jacuzzi, giving his back to him.

Taehyung just stops for a second and admires him. He’s basically naked, if not for his briefs, and he’s sitting on the border of the Jacuzzi. He placed a couple of glasses of wine and the bottle on the side. Damn, he spots honey butter chips too. Some napkins, a bottle opener.

Fuck.

Fuck. No, like, literally, Taehyung hopes to do that. Fuck. He wishes he had a dick, so that Seokjin would clearly get a grasp of how Taehyung is feeling for him, because of him. Seeing Seokjin this hot yet domestic, and knowing he respects Taehyung, never made him feel wrong, never shushed him, nor made him ill at ease, it’s something else.

“Done looking?”

Shit. Caught. Taehyung plays it cool though.

“Yes, that wine and chips look just perfect, sir.”

At that, Seokjin turns his head. His jaw is now clenched.

Taehyung keeps on playing it off, but he knows how affected by that ‘sir’ Seokjin is. He noticed how Seokjin reacted back at the tailor’s, he was affected by that title. So he walks towards the Jacuzzi and dips in, casually, humming when the warm water wraps his body completely, his shirt quickly turning soaked wet.

Seokjin gets inside as well. He sits to Taehyung’s right.

“This feels nice” Taehyung tilts his head back onto the border, relaxes his body. The bubbles massage his lower back, managing to make the stiffness from a few seconds ago go away.

“Here” Seokjin pours him a glass of wine. Shit, it’s red wine. Red wine gets him drunk way quicker. He has to control himself.

Taehyung hums loudly as he drinks. No, not hums. Moans. It’s getting overwhelming. In a positive way, of course.

Seokjin chuckles, he drinks as well.

“Thought I made you uncomfortable, but I guess wine was the key after all.”

“’dis your plan to murder me? Get me drunk, seduce me and then kill me?”

“See, you’re too smart, you already unveiled my evil plan.”

Taehyung loves this banter. It comes naturally with Seokjin.

He opens his eyes and looks to his right with his head still resting on the edge of the hot tub. Seokjin’s already looking at Taehyung. He holds his glass in his hand, pinching it by the stem. For some reason, Taehyung’s brain goes numb for a second. That’s hot. How can someone holding a damn glass look that hot? That’s what the Seokjin package offers, apparently.

“You looked stunning today, no wonder why everyone was looking at you” Seokjin whispers. He swallows some more wine, and it paints his lips redder. Seokjin holds Taehyung’s gaze, then puts his glass away, keeping on looking at his eyes.

And Taehyung short circuits.

He doesn’t really know how it happens, he’s dizzy because of the wine and the tiredness, so he loses track, for a second, of where the bravery and eagerness came from, but he swiftly gets rid of the wine glass as well, and he suddenly finds himself on Seokjin’s lap.

“Wanna kiss you” Taehyung mumbles, forehead pressed onto Seokjin’s.

“You can do what you want, Tae-yah.” Seokjin’s voice is low, his chest vibrates. Taehyung hyperventilates.

He kisses Seokjin hungrily, and shit, he tastes like red wine, it’s almost intoxicating. It’s messy, teeth clacking, Taehyung savours the wine on Seokjin’s tongue.

And then it turns softer, gentler, because he remembers how exceptional Seokjin is. How respectful, how trustworthy, how lovely he’s been to Taehyung. It’s overwhelming to the point this fucks him up briefly, and he finds himself sobbing.

“Taeng-ah?”

Taehyung recedes and dries his tears, laughing, “Ow, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while and I know I’m saying this now that I’m tipsy and half naked with you in a hot tub, but it’s the way I feel about you for real and now I’m rumbling but you’re so sweet and caring and hot it makes me want to neck you all the time.” Taehyung tends to be the emotional, affectionate type of tipsy person.

Seokjin giggles, he pets Taehyung’s cheek and leans in for a kiss.

“You’re pretty, so pretty, Tae-yah. You make me want to neck you as well. You make me want to do things to you.”

“Please” Taehyung whines. That was kind of desperate if he’s being honest, but he’s horny. Blame the wine.

Seokjin kneads his ass, and Taehyung moans. Gosh, he’s already sensitive to Seokjin’s touch, this is how horny and desperate he is.

Taehyung experimentally starts grinding down on Seokjin’s crotch, huffing, panting. The eldest is chubbed up already, and that makes Taehyung more confident. He loves the friction their underwear provide, so he sets a calm pace, Seokjin’s cock feeling heavenly.

He envelopes his arms around the other’s shoulders, and hides his face in the crook of his neck. Taehyung finds his rhythm, Seokjin bucks his hips as well, but he does it slowly, unlike Taehyung who's so keen to please the two of them, he’s speeding up enthusiastically.

“You’re not so talkative now, baby” Seokjin comments, a hand slipping inside the soaked tee, to caress Taehyung’s back. Taehyung can’t see the eldest, but he sounds like he’s grinning,

“Hnn” Taehyung is long gone. Yes, he’s not usually a talker when he’s focused just like he is now, but he’s responsive. Starts whimpering and moaning only. It’s his body that does the speaking.

“Slow down now, you’re coming first anyway” Seokjin commands, voice firm.

Fuck. That pushes Taehyung beyond, he wails, shivers decorating his whole body. He wants to take his briefs off. (Note to himself: he’s wearing panties tomorrow. Easier to slide them to the side. Just in case, he always loved planning anyway. He’s an organisation enthusiast, and hates wasting time.)

Taehyung stops, panting, and he lifts his hips up, he wants those fucking pants off. Seokjin helps him, and he wiggles his underwear off.

“You kuh—keep yours o—on” Taehyung whines.

“Rubbing your raw cunt on me, baby? That’s how you like it, Tae-yah?” Seokjin teases, voice lower, a mere whisper.

Taehyung nods impatiently. Or is it desperation? This feels unreal, Seokjin is unreal.

“Is it okay if I call it cunt? Or do you not want me to refer to it at all?”

There he goes. Seokjin making sure Taehyung is comfortable. The latter smiles, nuzzling his nose behind Seokjin’s ear, nibbling it.

“You c—can call it however you puh—lease, sir” Taehyung sighs as he places himself on Seokjin’s cock again. This time, though, the feeling is tenfold better, he rolls his eyes backwards. He uses the ‘sir’ on purpose, he wants Seokjin to let go, to go feral, he wants Seokjin to ruin him.

Seokjin reacts to that word, ‘sir’, again. He growls, and attaches his lips Taehyung’s jawline, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches his neck and licks it.

“You should be grateful everyone’s seeing you tomorrow, or you’d be covered in fucking bruises all over your neck, Taeng-ah.”

Taehyung always loved it a bit rougher. He doesn’t mind vanilla, though. He loves kisses but he also loves dirty talk and slaps. He’ll take whatever he’s given because he’s a good boy. But right now, his bare cunt on Seokjin’s clothed dick is something else.

“I wanna see you, gorgeous, don’t you want sir to look at you when you come on his cock?”

Christ, Seokjin knows how to dirty talk, there’s no denial, and it makes Taehyung whimper and nod. He leans back, putting his weight on his hands and setting them on Seokjin’s knees, so that his chest is completely exposed to him, only covered by the wet tee. Taehyung swears he’s seeing stars and he tosses his head back, letting it hang, his hips doing most of the work.

Seokjin groans at the sight. With one hand on Taehyung’s ass cheek, he guides him, whereas the other leaves the younger’s waist and slowly roams his chest, up his neck and reaches his mouth.

Taehyung gets it, raises his head up and opens his mouth, sucking on Seokjin’s fingers. God, he must look lewd. Especially since he’s kind of emitting ultrasounds rather than just moaning, eyes rolled and saliva dribbling out of his mouth, now that it’s filled up.

“Shit, you look torn apart and I’m not even fucking you, baby” Seokjin comments, freeing Taehyung’s mouth of his fingers.

“I cuh—can’t w—wait for you t—to do that” Taehyung falters, butterflies knocking at his stomach, anticipating the feeling of Seokjin’s dick inside of him.

“Shit Taehyung, don’t say it like that, warn a man.”

“A—are we really guh—gonna banter while I—I’m dry humping you?”

Seokjin has the audacity to laugh, and Taehyung knows he made the right choice when he said yes to this fucking wedding thing. He likes hearing Seokjin’s laughter. He likes Seokjin, and this is so good, so good. Seokjin’s cock feels perfect, so thick, the feeling of his bare pussy enveloping it is making Taehyung ecstatic.

He is about to cum, he knows because he starts clenching around the shape of Seokjin’s cock and he’s on cloud nine, the familiar build up in his belly warning him. The goal is cumming, so he starts becoming more vocal, moans louder (yes, it turns him on hearing himself being so loud and brazen about it) until his thighs are sore, twitching, his orgasm hitting him like a tide. Seokjin must notice ‘cause his hand caresses Taehyung’s cheek gently and “A good boy for your sir indeed.”

It takes a few seconds for Taehyung to calm down, his hips still bucking, despite his oversensitive clit, riding his orgasm until he stops and realizes Seokjin is laying underneath him, hard and not taken care of.

“S-sit on the border, hyung, pants off” Taehyung mumbles, his senses slowly coming to him again. He’s still dumbed out. But he’s an efficient guy and lover, he can multitask. He can recover from his orgasm while giving head. That’s what being multifaceted and skilled means.

Seokjin snorts, “So cumming makes you bossy uh?”

Taehyung smirks, and as Seokjin does as he’s told, he helps remove the briefs.

“Shouldn’t you be happy I’m offering to suck you off?”

“Nobody said I wasn’t thrilled about it.”

“Shut up, just—fill my mouth?” Taehyung bickers, tucking Seokjin’s foreskin back and lolling his tongue out, shamelessly.

“As baby boss commands” and Seokjin complies. Puts his hard dick in Taehyung’s mouth.

Hot, warm, tight. That must be mutual, Seokjin probably feels the same too, it won’t take long for him to cum.

Religiously, Taehyung worships Seokjin’s dick. It fits perfectly inside his mouth, slightly tastes like chlorine. He doesn’t take him entirely (Taehyung was never really able to deepthroat), but he sure as hell knows how to please and tease. He delivers kitten licks to Seokjin’s slit, both his hands on the portion of the shaft he can’t take into his mouth, and with one hand he massages him anti-clockwise, whereas the other one does it clockwise.

Seokjin heaves and moans, fingers laced in Taehyung’s hair. He groans loudly and apologises when his hips jerk forward suddenly. Taehyung bobs his head, eyes closed. God, he loves sucking dick.

“’m there, baby” he warns.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, Seokjin’s reddened dick leaving his mouth. He looks up to him, and Seokjin is already staring back, a soft smile adorning his handsome face. It comes natural to Taehyung to just open his mouth wide, tongue out, eyes fixed on Seokjin, pumping him until he comes.

Seokjin shakes slightly , clenches his jaw. He closes his eyes for a second, but opens them, aware that Taehyung is milking him with his hand, swallowing his cum, which also lands on his face.

Taehyung licks his tip clean (see, good boy) and Seokjin wipes the cum off his face with his thumb, feeds it to Taehyung.

“How am I gonna talk to your parents with a straight face tomorrow? After I sucked you off inside of a hot tub on a terrace?” Taehyung whispers, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Thought there was nothing straight about me” Seokjin laughs, joined by Taehyung.

“That was a dad joke.”

“Didn’t you want me to be your baby daddy?”

Taehyung shrugs, giggling, his face still covered in cum.

It’s sort of hilarious, now. The unsexy part of it all. Seokjin is still sitting on the side of the pool, cock deflating. He takes a napkin that he left next to the chips, cleaning Taehyung and himself. Taehyung is still recovering, heaving and looking for their underwear.

Sure, it landed right next to their glasses. Highly hygienic.

“You should work on your aim, you could’ve thrown our underwear somewhere else” Taehyung complains. He’s now hanging off the border of the pool on purpose. Ass on full display, no briefs. Pussy still throbbing. Seokjin falters for a second.

“My aim is perfectly fine, I did not stumble once when my cock entered your mouth in one motion, am I right?”

Taehyung widens his eyes. Well, maybe Seokjin isn’t wrong about that.

He huffs, making Seokjin other giggle.

They make it out of the hot tub and take a shower separately (after Taehyung goes peeing because “Pussy owners have to pee after the deed”, he explains). Seokjin goes first, Taehyung follows.

When he’s done, Seokjin is waiting for him in bed, checking his phone.

The clock on the nightstand says it’s almost 2 am. Taehyung is feeling sleepy. It’s just the usual, when he has sex.

“Thank you, hyung” he says after he’s under the covers, all wrapped up.

Seokjin puts his phone away, turns the lights off, and lays down as well. He turns towards Taehyung and smiles.

“Thank you too for trusting me.”

And Taehyung thinks it’s really dumb of him to even consider this, but maybe he likes Seokjin a not so normal amount. Maybe, maybe.

He feels Seokjin hands reaching for his side, they’re still face to face. He falls asleep thinking that he hopes that after the wedding is all over, Seokjin will oblige to what he said to his parents earlier that day. Taehyung would really love to meet them, talk to them. That would mean that Seokjin took it up a notch with him. That would mean they’d be a couple.

Taehyung dreams about butterflies and trench coats and lips tasting of red wine.

The day after, Jia and Namjoon finally tie the knot as wife and husband.

Jia looks like a fairy, covered in lace and tulle, love and happiness. The atmosphere is joyful, everyone looks cheerful too.

The matching suits Seokjin and Taehyung are wearing look great together. So do they, of course. They look amazing together, they behave as if this wasn’t the fifth day they spend together since they met.

Taehyung thinks it’s the complicity they managed to establish that makes them look so tight-knit. He pretends the butterflies aren’t fluttering in his stomach when he clings onto Seokjin.

They’re seated at the same table where Jeongguk and Hoseok are, together with cousin Yoongi and his boyfriend Jimin. By now, they got to know more about each other; Jeongguk is terribly nice, Hoseok’s hands never leave his thigh. Seokjin’s attention, as the eldest brother, is often called by people and by his parents, requiring his presence and Jeongguk’s. Taehyung is left alone with Yoongi and Jimin.

“You know, Jinnie has had boyfriends but I’ve never really seen him being this much into someone.”

Yoongi takes a sip of wine, smirking when Taehyung gasps at the remark.

“Agreed. Seems like you’ve been dating for a while” Jimin supports Yoongi, nodding.

Jesus, these two are almost unbearable. Taehyung has been studying the two of them, and he thinks he gets it when Jeongguk told him “Don’t worry if you feel like a third wheel with those two, Hobi and I feel the same when we’re with them”.

Yoongi and Jimin appear as if they’re shadow and light. Synchronised movements, if one leans back into the chair, the other one mechanically places his arm on the seatback. When Jimin chuckles, Yoongi looks at him, just staring at him with an enamoured expression, a slightly-there smile. It’s so subtle yet telling.

“I’m sure it’s because of the event” Taehyung pretends as if his chest isn’t expanding.

“Taehyungie, we’ve met them all. He never introduced them to his parents” Hoseok adds, shrugging. His platinum hair reflects the lights adorning the ceiling.

Taehyung beams, head involuntarily turning around, looking for Seokjin. He knows Seokjin planned to take him to this wedding to spite his parents. But he promised them they’d get to know Taehyung better in the future. And Taehyung’s hopeful.

He’s talking to Namjoon and his parents. Jeongguk and Jia are talking to some other people. Seokjin and Namjoon seem to get along perfectly, Taehyung’s been told they have been friends since they were young, Jia just tagged along. Seokjin knew she had a crush on his friend. Things changed when he found them fucking in their home garage, but it’s not like he never approved of them. Namjoon was a romantic one, the right one for his sister. He knew when he noticed the two of them looking at one another with sparkling eyes.

Taehyung can’t wait to be alone with Seokjin again, though. Talking to him, bantering, no people around. Just the two of them—and those fluttering butterflies in Taehyung’s stomach.

He’s about to declare he’s bored, when the atmosphere shifts, the lights turning off, leaving the candles as the only light source. Jia and Namjoon start slow dancing in the middle of the dance floor to a song Taehyung doesn’t know. Some guests cheer and call for a kiss (yes, that’s Jeongguk and Hoseok), some others take pictures while cooing when the brand-new married couple exchange a peck.

Seokjin goes back to their table, sits next to Taehyung, who acknowledges his presence by leaning into the other’s touch when Seokjin massages his neck. Their eyes never leave the newlyweds, the soft voice of the singer singing please just smile at me, I still can’t believe it all of this feels like a dream, don’t try to fade away.

“Missed me much?”

“Go eat” Taehyung snorts, bumping his elbow to Seokjin’s side.

Seokjin gets closer to Taehyung, his lips on the youngest’s ear-shell, “Spread them legs then.”

It takes all of Taehyung’s self-control not to lose it all in front of all of those people. He just heaves a deep, long sigh. He swallows.

And Seokjin just snickers.

“Fuck you.”

“I was planning on doing that later.”

Taehyung hiccups, hands sweaty now.

“That’s how you celebrate your sister’s wedding?”

Seokjin gets closer again, “Family events require some sort of celebration.”

Taehyung snorts, choking back a laugh. Jia and Namjoon are whispering into each other’s ears.

“A devoted family guy.”

“The best kind.”

“Mh.”

“Don’t you agree?”

“Depends on whether you fuck me nicely enough, I suppose.”

It’s Seokjin’s turn to waver. Taehyung perceives some shuffling happening beside him.

“I’ll make sure of that.”

“That a threat? Or a promise? Thought you were a family-oriented boy.”

Jimin and Yoongi leave the table to join Jia and Namjoon on the dance floor. Jeongguk and Hoseok copy them.

“The only thing oriented now is my cock. Towards your cunt.”

Taehyung tries, he really tries to hide the moan he lets out, tilting his head back. He squirms, pretends nothing is happening between his legs.

The anticipation building within him is making him wet as if Seokjin was touching him.

“Should I still go eat, love?” Seokjin dares to say.

“Only if it’s really me you’re eating.”

Seokjin groans into his ear, “Won’t leave any crumbs.”

Taehyung nods, biting his bottom lip.

He expected a much bigger cake. Not that the one Taehyung is eating wasn’t pretty, on the contrary. But, you know, he would have bet on something more scenic since it’s a chaebol wedding he’s attending. One has expectations, you know.

The cake has two floors, it’s completely white, and the garnish recalls the flower decorations adorning the hall. Must be the theme Jia and Namjoon went for.

Taehyung eats the cake knowing he’s probably going to be eaten out the same way afterwards. Savouring the vanilla taste of the sponge cake, licking the white cream off his lips. Good, delicious.

Seokjin never leaves his side, they chat as if they previously haven’t dirty talked when his sister and now brother-in-law were having their first dance together as newlyweds.

It’s something like 11 pm when some guests start leaving.

“Wanna go back to our room?”

Taehyung nods.

“’m gonna go tell ‘em.”

Fifteen minutes later, they’re back in their room.

Seokjin told Jia and Namjoon that Taehyung had a shift at the hospital the day after, in the afternoon. He’d have to get a full night sleep and get up early for the thank-you-for-coming-and-goodbye brunch and then Seokjin would take him back home.

Fair enough, not really far from the truth. Taehyung’s shift would be on Monday, after all.

“How was it? How do you feel about having attended the wedding of a Grindr date’s sister?” Seokjin asks him, undoing his tie, while Taehyung takes off his jacket.

“Weirdly appeased, as if I was part of it for real.”

Seokjin furrows, “What do you mean?”

“As if—as if I knew you since forever. And your family. Yoongi hyung and Jimin. ‘t was lovely, they were too” Taehyung explains. No reason to lie, Taehyung is past that. Why would he lie now that Seokjin hinted at liking Taehyung as much as the latter does?

“Taehyung.”

Seokjin calls him by his name. He worries for a second but then, Seokjin is reaching out his hand for Taehyung, who grabs it, fingers tangling in Seokjin’s.

“It’s the same for me.”

Taehyung is now being wrapped in Seokjin’s arms, he hums. The eldest kisses his nose.

“Taeng-ah, I want it for real. Want you to talk more to my parents. I want them to meet you properly. Wanna know you better myself” Seokjin whispers.

Taehyung hides his face by rubbing it onto Seokjin’s chest, still covered by the waist coat.

“As long as you keep on wearing that stupid trench coat when you come pick me up?”

“Wait, what? Do you like it?” Seokjin snorts. Must be confused by the sudden change in the air.

“Uh uh.”

“Why?”

“Makes you look hot. Like a sugar daddy, y’know. And—” Taehyung interrupts himself burying his face in the crook of Seokjin’s neck, suddenly shy.

“What? I wanna know, come on, don’t get all shy now that we’ve done much worse” Seokjin says. He rubs his hands on Taehyung’s back and he purrs.

“You wore that when we first met. ‘s a nice memory.”

Seokjin doesn’t stop from rubbing the youngest’s back. He hums, deposits a kiss on Taehung’s ear-shell.

They detach. Taehyung misses Seokjin’s warmth already and leans in for a kiss.

“Can you still eat me out?” he asks, pouting.

Seokjin laughs, “Oh baby, I wanna do so much more to you.”

Now, Taehyung doesn’t know whether the butterflies moved down lower in his belly, but he gets aroused from zero to a hundred in the span of half a second. He’s been anticipating this moment for a while now, maybe that’s the reason why.

Seokjin delivers. He’s practical, so he gets to work immediately.

Taehyung sometimes feels like being a pillow princess, so that’s what he goes for today, lets the eldest do most of the work. Loves to be manhandled.

“Spoiled” Seokjin comments, when he kneels down to untie Taehyung’s Oxford shoes.

Taehyung only pouts at him, shrugging, “’s not like you’re complaining either.”

Seokjin scoffs, but he still smiles. He throws the shoes away, moves onto Taehyung’s slacks. He kisses his thighs while he peels them off, Taehyung’s fingers massaging his scalp.

Taehyung’s pretty much gone already, doesn’t realize he’s being pushed onto the mattress, still wearing his dress shirt. A pair of hands spreading his legs wide, folding them a bit.

“For fuck’s sake, Taeng-ah.”

He smirks, knowingly. Seokjin must have noticed the lace panties.

“Mh?”

“Are you fucking serious?” the eldest growls.

“’m assuming you like th—”

Yes. Yes, Seokjin must also appreciate his underwear choice because he freezes when he feels Seokjin’s lips kiss right on top of his labia.

“Ngh.”

“I do like them.”

“Did it f—for hyung” Taehyung stutters, as he tries to collect himself, propping up onto his elbows, to have a better view of what’s going on down there.

Seokjin between his tucked legs. Lord have mercy. He lifts his head up, looking back at Taehyung. The eldest is still wearing his waistcoat and shirt, his slacks and shoes.

“Keep yo—your shirt on. Waistcoat too”

“Still think you can boss me around, baby?”

“Puh—please!”

“Please what, Tae-yah?”

“Eat me—eat me out like that!” Taehyung hiccups, becoming impatient.

“This is new to me, baby, guide me if you don’t like what I do.”

Oh, right. Cunt eating was never part of Seokjin’s resumé.

“I tru—trust you.”

Honestly, Taehyung feels Seokjin is going to deliver a great performance. He’s all up for the support, though, he’s glad Seokjin asked him to guide him.

Seokjin hooks Taehyung’s leg over his shoulder, and the latter holds his breath while he tucks his other leg to his chest, presenting himself like that. He flushes when the other breathes “Gorgeous.” There’s something extremely hot in being half naked and having Seokjin still wearing his suit, between his legs.

Seokjin starts working, slides the panties to the side (yes, the panties stay on). He begins with kitten licks all over his vulva, blows all over it. Taehyung shivers.

“’this ok?”

Taehyung moans. Yes, that’s perfectly fine.

Seokjin gets it, keeps on peppering his folds, trying to loosen him up. His nose bumps into his clit by accident, and Taehyungs gasps. Seokjin notices and his hand travels from the back of Taehyung’s thigh to his pubic bone.

“Here?” he asks, exploring with his thumb, finding Taehyung’s clitoris quicker than any other man he’s been with.

“Fuck, warn a guy.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes, another clue for your orgasm has been uncovered.”

Taehyung can’t believe Seokjin just said that. He bursts out laughing, head falling onto the mattress, Seokjin has the same reaction, but quickly goes back to work.

“Back to my investigation.”

“You can’t say that while you’re eat—nnhg.”

Seokjin’s a quick learner, apparently. He starts flicking Taehyung’s clit, while he laps his labia with commitment. Taehyung’s legs start quivering when Seokjin’s finger leaves his clit, and he replaces it with his damn tongue. Taehyung is aware he sounds pathetic when the first digit slips inside of him, he’s fucking squealing.

“Slo—slow” he instructs, Seokjin moans. Roger that.

Taehyung dares to take another look at the situation, and the scene is something else – Seokjin is palming himself through his slacks, placating his own arousal. Taehyung lets out a moan (or is it a sob?).

“More, more” he requests, whimpering, hiccupping.

Seokjin complies, by inserting a second finger, and curving it up immediately, caressing Taehyung’s walls. He catches his breath and finally meets Taehyung’s eyes. His nose and mouth are wet, shiny from Taehyung’s pussy. Seokjin has the audacity to sneer.

“Doing good, baby?”

“Do I look like I’m complaining?”

Seokjin answers by snickering, and he’s now pumping his fingers in and out, fucking Taehyung with more intention, looking at him. And Taehyung tosses his head back because this feels like heaven, he deserves it, deserves being worshipped like this.

“Want you now, st—stop, I need you inside.”

“Nah, you’re cumming first. You’re drenched. Shit, you’re a vision.”

Taehyung quickly short-circuits, he wails in desperation, while Seokjin stretches him divinely. He has prepped Taehyung thoroughly, the latter’s legs are now twitching. Taehyung knows he’s almost there.

“Slap me, slap my—ugh, slap m—”

But Seokjin precedes him, spanks his cunt. Taehyung screams, it’s overwhelming, he’s on cloud nine, a familiar wave of warmth and pleasure seizing him up. He cums mewling, covering his eyes with a hand, his other one tugging on Seokjin’s hair.

He must be crying because his sight is foggy now, he’s fucked out, mind’s blank.

He’s panting, he feels obscene down there, legs still spread out for Seokjin. He’s still wearing his black shirt, all buttoned up, it made him sweat a bit. Taehyung collects himself, Seokjin kissing his inner thigh, nose nuzzling him.

“How many straight and lesbian porns have you watched, exactly?” Taehyung asks, shuffling around, reaching for the collar of Seokjin’s shirt, hauling him up.

“I’m an open-minded guy.”

“You’re a service top.”

“And you’re a whiny little thing.”

Seokjin kisses him while they both smile, Taehyung’s hand travels lower, palming the eldest who lets out a groan.

“Fuck me like that, keep the shirt and waistcoat on, you said you would.”

Seokjin scoffs, “You’re insufferable.”

“Stop being mean.”

“’m not, you’re the despotic one, now.”

Taehyung laughs and he can’t believe this dork just made him cum from his fingers and tongue. He looks at Seokjin while he strips himself of the slacks and shoes.

The eldest disappears for a second and comes back, a familiar bottle in his hand and a condom, a towel over his shoulders.

“Hyung” Taehyung calls, cheeks turning red.

“Mh?” Seokjin takes off his underwear. Fuck, his dick stands up fiercely. It contrasts against the black and white waistcoat. Taehyung’s pussy throbs again.

“Uhm, I think—I’m okay if you want to take my shirt off?”

Seokjin furrows, cock twitches.

“Tae-yah, you don’t have to say it just cause I ate you out.”

“But I want to, I’m okay, I promise” Taehyung insists, starting to undo his shirt.

It would be almost hilarious if he wasn’t too turned on, because he’s still presenting himself with his legs wide open for Seokjin, pussy swollen and wet, and Seokjin is watching him stripping, attentively, as he strokes himself.

“You’re handsome, Taehyung. How did I get so lucky?”

Taehyung gives him a look, he feels the same way, frankly. He makes grabby hands at Seokjin, wants to roll the condom on personally. Seokjin giggles, and lets him stroke his cock a couple of times. Taehyung’s fucking drooling, can’t wait to have this (he knows it’s going to be) phenomenal dick fucking his brains out. He unrolls the condom and then squirts a good amount of lube on it, coating Seokjin’s cock until he's satisfied.

The slightly less hot part comes when they arrange the towel over a decorative pillow and Taehyung huffs when he settles his ass on it.

Seokjin peppers kisses all over his chest, tracing the scars with his nose. Taehyung squirms, it tickles, but he can’t hide his smile. His hands find Seokjin’s scalp again, massaging it, showing the eldest this is okay with him.

And it is, Taehyung feels euphoric, like he won a lottery ticket and Seokjin was his reward. Better than money, better than anything else. He deserves someone like Seokjin, deserves to be treated like this, in bed and outside of the bedroom.

“Can I put it in now?”

Taehyung nods, his cunt still loosened up from before, but Seokjin takes pains to thumb his outer labia, spreading Taehyung out, entering him with a couple of digits, hooking them inside just to make sure he’s really ready. Taehyung wiggles his ass, he pouts because yes, he’s ready.

Seokjin folds Taehyung’s legs again, and the latter holds them up for him, flushing (yes, it’s embarrassing, blame him). Seokjin teases him, his cock is heavy, he rubs it on Taehyung’s labia, presses his on his clit, with a smirk on his face.

“You’re the despotic one now, you said—nngh, you said you’d pu—”

And Seokjin does, he does put his cock in. He prods his hole, then slowly, he breaches in. Taehyung gasps.

“You tell me if anything is wrong, baby, yeah?” Seokjin breathes, he has his hands on Taehyung’s waist, the angle created thanks to the pillow is perfect.

“Ngh, yeah, ju—just, ah, Jinnie-yah, you’re big.”

“And you’re tight, ‘m gonna go slow.”

Deal, Taehyung nods. Seokjin pushes himself inside of him until he bottoms out, carefully, slowly, careful of Taehyung’s micro expressions. Taehyung gulps when he lifts his head to look at Seokjin’s dick buried inside of him.

They look at one another, Taehyung nods and smiles softly at Seokjin’s questioning eyes. Yes, he’s okay, the stretch is painful, but the pleasant kind. Taehyung knows himself, this is not going to hurt in a couple of minutes. Been there, done that.

Seokjin gathers Taehyung’s legs and brings them to his shoulders, hugging them, he kisses his ankles and starts moving. He huffs, frowning, and Taehyung wishes he could read Seokjin’s mind, wondering what he’s feeling as he thrusts carefully, patiently.

Taehyung’s eyes roll backwards, he moans.

The eldest grinds inside of him experimentally, thrusting his whole length in and out. Taehyung clenches around it. It’s amazing, he feels great, the best. Blissed out.

Once Seokjin has the green light, understands that Taehyung is feeling good, he sets a rhythmic pace. A hand leaves Taehyung’s legs and roams his chest, pinching a nipple, his hips withdrawing and then slamming back in again.

“Fuck, it’s—it’s warm in here. You’re a different kind of warm, baby” Seokjin whispers, furrowing. He sounds focused, as if he’s enjoying himself, engulfed by Taehyung’s warmth. He keeps on rolling his hips, tilting his head backwards, letting out a groan.

Taehyung gasps, “More, more, more”, repeated over and over replicating the rhythm of Seokjin’s rolls of hips.

He wants more of Seokjin, he wants him all. Taehyung is crammed full of him already, but he wants Seokjin to go harder, faster. He wants to touch himself, his clit screaming to be taken care of.

Seokjin, being a pleaser, can only obey. He sits back on his heels, swiftly turns Taehyung on his fours, and slams his cock back in, delivering a spank on his ass cheek. He thrusts back unforgivingly, knowing Taehyung just asked for it.

Taehyung is mentally flying towards another dimension, all he can think of is that this is fucking great, he’s lightheaded, Seokjin is insane, this is so good. He’s ass up, face down, drool along his chin, fisting the sheets, ah ngh ah is all he’s able to utter. He can feel Seokjin’s pubic hair tickling his ass and labia.

Seokjin changes his angle, fucks down on the youngest, pressing between his blades, massaging in between them, but Taehyung freezes for a single moment, lets out a startled flinch. Seokjin stops immediately, frozen as well.

“Hu—hurts, cervix.”

Seokjin doesn’t totally pull out, but puts them in a better position, lowers himself a bit, apologizes with a “’m sorry, baby, sorry” and peppers Taehyung’s spine in kisses.

This is better, doesn’t hurt anymore, Taehyung is being rocked back and forth again, moans, squeezes around Seokjin.

“Spank m—ngh” but Seokjin seems to read his mind because he slowly drops down, enveloping Taehyung with his whole body, his chest pressed onto the youngest’s back, and gently forces Taehyung to raise up onto his elbows. He nibbles on Taehyung’s ear lobe, says “You’re so fucking tight and it’s making me crazy, Taeng-ah”, and spanks his clit, once, twice. Taehyung screams, and apparently, he’s crying again as his sight is foggy. Must be this glorious dick he’s taking like a champ.

Seokjin starts rubbing his clit and then spanks it again when he hears Taehyung sobbing and moaning deliriously.

Taehyung’s legs start shivering, going limp. He’s clenching around Seokjin, whimpering. It sounds fucking obscene, their moans surrounding them, the lube squelching, some drops trickle out of Taehyung’s pussy.

“Wanna cum, wanna cum, pu—please sir, please” Taheyung’s begging. He reached his lowest point. Pathetic.

Seokjin grunts, and he hitches him up with him, so they’re sitting back, chest to back. Taehyung is panting, he feels the fabric of the waistcoat delicately scratching his back, he’s dumbed out, Seokjin’s fingers abusing his clit by now, his cock relentlessly but more frantically thrusting up and down his cunt.

“I luh—love it, I lov—love it sir” Taehyung hiccups, eyes closed but face turned towards Seokjin, who must like that ‘sir’ thing Taehyung just repeated.

“Is sir fucking you good? Is sir’s cock the best this cunt has taken?”

Fuck, Seokjin’s riling him up just perfectly, flicking his clit exquisitely. He’s sated, content.

Taehyung wails, “Yes yes yes”, his brain and mind going blank, colours glitching, as he cums, legs stiffening for a second.

Seokjin drives his cock deep inside Taehyung, and they hold hands above Taehyung’s tummy, they interlace their fingers, Seokjin whispering “Feeling my cock inside your belly, baby?”

Taehyung doesn’t seem capable of answering, he emits weird noises of approval, Seokjin still fucking him, confident that he’s making Taehyung delirious, depositing kisses along his jawline.

They’re still chest to back, Taehyung’s able to ride his orgasm out, but his thighs now burn. He endures the sacrifice, hearing Seokjin cumming is going to be worth it.

And it is indeed. Seokjin moves their hands together and hugs Taehyung, who tosses his head back, smiling. The eldest cums groaning, hiding his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, pecking him, and Taehyung’s able to feel the condom fill up inside of him.

Seokin rides his orgasm out, bucks his hips weakly, then comes to a halt.

“Good?” Taehyung asks, whispering.

Seokjin nods, questions back to Taehyung whether he’s okay too, the other nods.

Seokjin pulls out and Taehyung unceremoniously drops down onto the mattress and makes grabby hands at Seokjin, whining when he leaves the bed throwing away the used condom, after he checks for leakage.

Taehyung feels like he has just been slapped when he realizes that fuck, Seokjin railed him wearing part of the suit he has just worn to his younger sister’s wedding. Hot.

Seokjin is finally taking off his clothes entirely when Taehyung calls him, “Need to pee” and he lifts his arms.

“Bossy.”

“Pee and then shower? Together?”

Needless to say they fuck again in the shower, but it’s quicker, they don’t use a condom (Seokjin says last time he checked was before he went on their first date and he was clean, whereas Taehyung’s on the pill and he trusts Seokjin). Taehyung’s cheek pressed against the wall, fingers laced on the marble tiles, Seokjin’s biting his nape. They smile when they finish and clean themselves, and kiss under the warm water pouring out from the shower-head, until their fingertips turn pruney and the butterflies in Taehyung’s stomach calm down.

Once they’re in bed, Seokjin snorts.

“What?”

“I hope my parents’ or Jeongguk’s room isn’t above ours.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen. No. No, the mere thought makes him blush.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jeongguk would be as loud as you were. Or even Jimin. They wouldn’t necessarily think that was you” Seokjin giggles.

“You think that’s funny? ‘nd ‘m not loud.”

Seokjin raises his brow, a yeah sure expression printed on his face.

“Well, I was loud cause I haven’t gotten laid like that in forever.”

Seokjin snickers, getting close to a now pouty Taehyung.

“So my dick game is that good?”

Taehyung turns his face when Seokjin leans towards him to peck him.

“Don’t ask if you know the answer.”

They bicker for a while, their legs entangled. Taehyung falls asleep with Seokjin’s warm hands on his thigh, drawing soothing circles.

He dreams of butterflies and hugs from behind.

“Thank you so much for coming, Taehyung-ah, it was so nice meeting you!”

 Jia hugs Taehyung tight. She’s small, has Seokjin’s lips, Jeongguk’s eyes, now that Taehyung observes her better. But she’s definitely a Jeon, she looks like Jeongguk’s twin, his carbon copy.

“No, thank you, it was a splendid wedding, as amazing as you two.”

The brunch they just had was an informal late breakfast, just for close friends and family. Taehyung and Seokjin received wedding favours, too. And it’s weirdly funny, Taehyung’s angels are probably laughing at him while he holds, giggling, a butterfly styled brooch. On the back of the brooch, representing two butterflies, the date of the wedding and Jia and Namjoon’s initials are engraved.

“Nabi” Seokjin whispers, an endeared smile while he plays with it.

Taehyung looks at him and then sees Jia’s eyes dampening. Namjoon must have noticed that Taehyung is a mixture of taken aback by Jia and Seokjin’s reactions, and overwhelmed (for other reasons, reasons he never shared with Seokjin).

“Ah, Taehyung-ah, the butterfly is the Jeon-Kims’s family symbol, you know, like in the past, sort of a crest. I also happen to be a Kim, so Jia and I thought it was like destiny. Two Kims but different families. Hence why the interlaced butterflies” Namjoon explains. “Besides, in Japan, two butterflies flying together are synonyms of a happy marriage, so we thought it’d be cool if we put all of this together.”

Taehyung smiles, the butterflies in his stomach letting themselves be known.

“It is cool indeed. And sweet” Taehyung comments.

On their way back to Taehyung’s place, Seokjin holds his hand when driving, talking about how boring his Monday is going to be, since he has a meeting with his boss and his team (Jimin works with him apparently, so that’s going to be less of a pain in the ass).

Taehyung listens to him, holding the brooch he was given in his free hand.

“Are we going to see each other again, hyung?” he asks, out of the blue.

Seokjin frowns, tilting his head, “Why are you asking?”

“I’d really love to get to know your parents more. And you. I wanna know everything about you.”

Seokjin’s eyes leave the road for a second to look at Taehyung briefly.

“I thought this was all just a plan to piss them off” he snickers.

Taehyung smiles, brings Seokjin’s hand to his lips.

“Imagine when we tell them we met on Grindr.”

A month later, they’re going to Seokjin’s parents for dinner. Jia and Namjoon are going to be there, as well as Jeongguk and Hoseok. Taehyung’s happy.

The butterflies never left his stomach, they’re constantly there when Seokjin’s around – and that’s been happening a lot, lately. They talked it out, they’re officially dating (as in, officially for the two of them, since everybody else think they’ve been dating for much longer) and Taehyung couldn’t be more content. He’s truly blissed out.

Seokjin is something else, really. He’s the type of boyfriend (Taehyung loves to call him boyfriend because Seokjin deserves the title) who picks Taehyung up after a night shift before going to his own office, because “Don’t like the idea of you walking home alone at night after 10 hours at the hospital.”

They’re now past the courting phase, but the spark is still there. The butterflies never leave Taehyung alone, even when Seokjin pounds him into the mattress, when he cries because it’s too much, too good, and Seokjin then kisses his tears away.

Taehyung has also opened up about his past, he told Seokjin about his transition. Seokjin only kissed him, cupping his face and thanked him.

Seokjin always, always thanks Taehyung.

And Taehyung, well, he thinks he’s in love with Seokjin, but maybe it’s too soon to say it out loud, so he just smiles back and kisses him, butterflies fluttering around, chest expanding, the two of them grinning before their tongues meet each other.

Seokjin calls Taehyung on his phone that night, saying he’s downstairs in his car, waiting for him.

Taehyung takes his phone, wallet and bag (he’s staying at Seokjin’s tonight, and yes, that means he’s wearing lace panties, because he knows they’re definitely going to fuck, you know, to let go of the potential tension at Seokjin’s parents’). Checks himself one last on the mirror next to the door.

He’s wearing the jacket he wore for Jia and Namjoon’s wedding day, too beautiful to wear for that event only. Hopefully, Seokjin will appreciate this outfit choice.

When he grabs his keys, he spots the butterfly brooch that he left on the small key tray as well. He wears it.

Once he gets to Seokjin’s car, he beams, anticipating the kiss he’ll receive.

Seokjin does kiss him on his eyelid, nose, lips, making Taehyung smile. (Taehyung thinks the wrinkles around his mouth will look terrible when he gets older, if Seokjin makes him smile this much. Well, he’ll come to terms with it.)

“So, ready for the biggest event of the year?”

“Wasn’t that your sister’s wedding?”

“It was, but you’re the latest, most interesting addition to the family, so technically the wedding is less important.”

“Am I interesting just cause we met on Grindr, sir?”

Seokjin rolls his eyes at the term.

“We’re not in bed yet, stop saying that word.”

“What if I call your dad like that?”

“Do you have a daddy kink we never talked about?”

“Oh my God, so many questions, Jinnie-yah.” Taehyung huffs, jokingly.

The eldest giggles, turns the car on and when Taehyung takes a better look at him, he holds his breath for a second.

Seokjin is wearing the trench coat and the butterfly brooch is pinned on the lapel.

“Nabi” he whispers.