"you shouldn't be able to see me."
in school, there is one person kim taehyung despises the most: jeon jungkook, taehyung's homophobic bully.
yet, what lies beneath is for more devestating: taehyung is a cursed witch, bound to serve the one who summ...
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it started with the hum of the heater, low and comforting in yoongi's dimly lit apartment.
taehyung sat perched on the edge of yoongi's soft, slightly overused couch, legs tucked beneath him, sipping on the tea yoongi had made - honey and chamomile, its sweetness muted but warm.
the older boy moved around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency, his black t-shirt slightly wrinkled, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his forearms. the soft clinking of utensils against the counter added a steady rhythm to the room.
taehyung's gaze lingered on yoongi's hands as they worked.
his boyfriend's movements were deliberate, unhurried. yoongi plated the simple pasta he'd prepared.
when yoongi finally set the plates down, he slid onto the couch beside taehyung.
"you're not eating?" taehyung asked, his lips curving in a soft pout as he toyed with the edge of his fork.
yoongi smirked, leaning back against the couch armrest, his dark eyes never leaving taehyung.
"watching you eat is enough." his tone was teasing, but it made heat crawl up taehyung's neck.
they talked as taehyung ate, their conversation flowing. at some point, yoongi reached out, brushing his knuckles against taehyung's cheek in an absentminded gesture.
when the food was long forgotten and the dishes sat abandoned in the sink, taehyung found himself standing in yoongi's small bedroom. yoongi stood by the doorway, watching taehyung with a curious but patient expression.
without a word, taehyung kicked off his pants, the fabric pooling at his feet.
yoongi's gaze darkened slightly, but he didn't move, letting taehyung take the lead. the younger boy crossed the room in a few quick steps, his bare legs brushing against the bedframe as he pushed yoongi down onto the mattress. the older boy's body gave way easily, his hands instinctively finding their place on taehyung's waist as he landed on top of him.
taehyung braced his hands on either side of yoongi's head, his thighs on either side of yoongi's hips, hovering just above him. the loose fabric of his shirt slid up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin that yoongi's fingers traced absentmindedly. taehyung's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling.
he dipped his head to yoongi's neck, his lips hovering just above the warm skin. he could feel the faint thrum of yoongi's pulse beneath him, steady and reassuring. taehyung dragged his lips slowly along the line of yoongi's throat, not quite kissing, just enough to tease. yoongi's fingers tightened their grip on taehyung's hips, pulling him down slightly.
"tae," yoongi murmured
taehyung chuckled, his eyes half-lidded, his lips brushing against yoongi's jaw.
