sam winchester in the purple dog shirt and being a smartass to dean is one of my favorite parts of the episode:
dean: at the hospital, I saw an old woman.
sam: an old person? at the hospital? oh wow, someone alert the coast guard.

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sam winchester in the purple dog shirt and being a smartass to dean is one of my favorite parts of the episode:
dean: at the hospital, I saw an old woman.
sam: an old person? at the hospital? oh wow, someone alert the coast guard.
hit a certain age and all of a sudden I'm getting headaches and migraines like I've never gotten before. am I.... sam winchester???? can my psychic abilities come in already?
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Omgggg this is very sweet. Thank you for sending this to me :p
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I just wanted to say I LOVED your taekook drabble! 💚 It was simply magnific
this makes me so happy to hear T_T I was really worried to post about taekook (or just any kpop ship) so I am so glad to hear that you loved it <3 I will be writing more of taekook (and other bts ships), so please keep a lookout if you want :p
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Famous!Jeongguk + Non famous!Taehyung
| taekook; Lovesick Fool(s) |
important disclaimer: this is absolutely just for fun, and for me to practice writing. these are real people, and I am completely aware of this!!!!! to repeat: this is just for fun :).
//
Missed call.
Again.
Taehyung brought the phone from his ear until he could stare down at the screen. The name "JK <3" stared at him, almost mockingly. His thumb hovers over the button to call Jeongguk once more but something in him makes him pause.
Why bother calling again when Taehyung knew Jeongguk would have answered his call if he could?
Might as well just wait to hear back from the younger when he wasn't so busy. The group album with the other five members of BTS has really skyrocketed, hitting the billboard top 100 in just a matter of days from when his album released.
Taehyung knows the other members of BTS well enough (such a crazy statement to say about a group as famous as them), and they treat him nicely. He's even really warmed up to Jimin and Seokjin.
Those two tend to stare and giggle when Taehyung and Jeongguk stare at each other for more than five seconds. Or when Jeongguk always has to have a hand on Taehyung (either on his neck, his back, or an arm thrown over his shoulders).
Taehyung sighs and pockets his phone.
He just really misses Jeongguk. His best friend since before they really knew who they were. They've been best friends for so long, and Taehyung knows that being apart from Jeongguk just hurts. It always hurts.
It definitely isn't just because Jeongguk is his friend. This feeling of emptiness that Taehyung feels deep in his soul is because he... he loves Jeongguk. As more than just a platonic friend.
He's in love with Jeongguk.
Like how half the world is.
Taehyung is nobody special. Not like all the famous people Jeongguk surrounds himself with. The people he meets when the group is on tour.
All the different fans who are so dear to Jeongguk.
Taehyung is none of that. All he is is the oldest friend Jeongguk has ever had. Someone who Jeongguk can call and vent when the life of as one of the biggest idols becomes too hard, and he knows Taehyung will never expose to anyone what is said between them.
Yeah, he is important to Jeongguk (he would be too oblivious not to see this). But, he's not more than just an important person in his life. Taehyung isn't the most important person in Jeongguk's life. The love of Jeongguk's life. His other half.
And, he doesn't know how to change that — change Jeongguk's mind about him.
(Does Taehyung really need to, though?)
When Taehyung looks up, he realizes that he's missed a big chunk of the movie. He sighs again, getting ready to restart the movie. For a second time.
Fucking Jeongguk. Making him be this spaced.
He grabs the remote, pressing the buttons to make the movie play from the beginning. In all honesty, Taehyung doesn't care about the movie. He's too worked up over Jeongguk not answering his call. Or the numerous text messages Taehyung had left him.
Must be a really busy day for the group. From what Jeongguk told him, the group was rehearsing all day before the music bank show that they'll have tomorrow.
With it being their first comeback in so long, the pressure is high and all the members can feel it.
They try not to let it get to them, Taehyung knows this, but he also knows that the group desperately wants to show their fans how much they love their support by putting their absolute all into their promotions.
Taehyung's phone buzzes twenty minutes later. It's a phone call based on the never-ending buzz. Basically tearing his jacket from how fast Taehyung tries to get his phone from the pocket, he pulls out his phone and sees who it is.
Just from looking at the name on the screen, Taehyung's heart doubles in speed.
It's Jeongguk.
In an instant, Taehyung swipes the button to answer and brings it up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Tae! Sorry I missed your call."
That brings out a smile from Taehyung. Of course, Jeongguk starts the call with apologizing (as he should) even though he's probably so busy, he doesn't have time to sleep.
"It's okay," Taehyung replies, a small smile on his face at finally being able to talk to Jeongguk.
The younger man sighs. "It's not." Jeongguk's tone has lost any playfulness, suddenly going serious. He switches back when he says, "What's up?"
This is where Taehyung hesitates. There was nothing important to tell Jeongguk. Not really. Maybe he could tell the other man about his coworker getting engaged to a man that doesn't treat her right. Or about the office affair happening between the janitor and CEO.
Just gossip.
The real reason Taehyung even called Jeongguk in the first place was that he missed hearing his voice.
He decided to lay out his cards. "Just missed you. Wanted to... hear your voice. Make sure you're doing okay."
"Oh," Jeongguk breathes out.
There's a short pause that makes Taehyung start sweating, thinking he said something wrong. It lasts way longer than it should (at least that's how it felt for Taehyung) before Jeongguk finally replies.
Jeongguk's voice is incredibly soft, "I miss you too. You have no idea."
"Yeah?" Taehyung's response is a little vulnerable. It's hard to always believe Jeongguk misses Taehyung that he knew for so long, who don't see each other often, in the kind of life he lives. Sometimes, Taehyung thinks Jeongguk is going to leave him behind.
"Yeah," Jeongguk replies in an instant.
Taehyung wishes he could see Jeongguk's face. See his expression in person.
When Taehyung is about to open his mouth to ask Jeongguk if he's eaten, he hears a voice in the background. He can't make out who it is or what they're saying, but something in his stomach twists at the sound.
There's a shuffle where Jeongguk sqwuaks, and a muffled "hey!" is heard before a voice that isn't Jeongguk's becomes crystal clear.
"Hello, Taehyung!" It's Seokjin's voice, bright and a hint of teasing.
It makes Taehyung chuckle. The knot in stomach unraveling now that he knows who it is. Of course, it's Seokjin who has stolen Jeongguk's phone. "Hello, Seokjin."
"How's it going over there? Oh! I just want talk to him a little bit! Stop hogging your boyfriend," Seokjin cries out.
He can't help but giggle at the shuffling that he can hear over the phone. His face is heating up to be beet-red at Seokjin's teasing of him being Jeongguk's boyfriend. He is most definitely not his boyfriend (despite wanting that). It's probably best to just ignore that.
Taehyung just knows that Jeongguk and Seokjin are wrestling over the phone. He doesn't really know why both of them are so excited to talk to him. He's just Taehyung (even though he has built a solid friendship with the members because he's known them since even before they debuted).
Before he knows it, someone is panting on the line, out of breath. "Gosh, Seokjin can really make his bony elbows hurt," Jeongguk winces, still a little breathless. "Sorry, Tae."
The older man giggles and shakes his head even though he knows Jeongguk can't see him. "No worries. Are the rest of the members there?"
"Yeah, practice just ended, so we're all getting our things to go eat something."
There's another muffled sound in the background. Like someone is talking.
"Oh! Great idea, Jin. You wanna join us, Tae?"
The question makes Taehyung pause. Should he go? He would get to see Jeongguk (and the rest of the group) before they get even busier. But, still, he would be interrupting them. Their group time.
"Uh, I don't know—"
"Taehyung," Seokjin's voice comes through, "Join us."
"But—"
"We won't accept 'no' for an answer," Seokjin cuts him off. His tone is serious, no longer any teasing in it. Like, he actually wants Taehyung there. Then, after a beat, Seokjin adds, "Nobody is going to mind. We haven't seen you in forever. Come join us."
"Please," Jeongguk adds, voice a little desperate.
Taehyung still hesitates before answering, "I— okay, I'll go. Send me the address?"
"Of course! Meet us there in 30 minutes," Seokjin chirps.
"See you soon, Tae," Jeongguk says.
"See you soon."
//
When he ends the call, Jeongguk stares down at his phone with a small smile. He can't wait to see Taehyung. It feels like his job as an idol has really pulled the two of them apart more than ever before.
Jeongguk doesn't know if it's because BTS as a group has grown in fame. Either way, Taehyung not being part of his daily routine has consequences on Jeongguk's mood.
(All of the members are aware of this.)
Just a few minutes of talking to Taehyung has Jeongguk's shoulders relaxing, tension bleeding out of his neck.
"Yah, you are so love sick," Seokjin murmurs, poking Jeongguk's bicep to get his attention back to the present (and away from Taehyung).
Heat blooms in Jeongguk's cheeks. "Shut up," he hisses. Jeongguk doesn't understand what Seokjin is talking about. Him? Love sick?
(The other members are discussing loudly amongst themselves on what they want to eat, so Seokjin takes this time to talk some sense into their youngest member.)
Seokjin starts off slowly, as if he's trying not to spook a deer. "I think you should maybe think about it."
Jeongguk's eyebrows furrow. "About what?"
"Telling Taehyung how you feel." Seokjin's words are firm. No ounce of teasing anywhere, which somewhat scares Jeongguk more than anything else. How serious Seokjin is.
The oldest member is typically not without his loud laugh that makes all the members smile or giggle along. Or without some joke to ease any tension in the room.
All Jeongguk can do is blink at the other man.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
"Huh?!"
The other members turn their heads to look at the two, curious glances among them all. Seokjin waves them off, eyes daring them to try to ask what they're talking about. Namjoon notices, gaze a little heavy on Seokjin before he nods, and gets Yoongi's, Jimin's, and Hoseok's attention back to his phone where they've been looking at the closest restaurants near them.
(Seokjin could kiss Namjoon for helping him keep attention off Jeongguk. He really would. Amongst other reasons.)
Jeongguk's heart is beating so fast, it's scaring him a little. "I—I don't know what you're talking about."
Seokjin doesn't give him any looks of pity. He looks calm, collected, and as if he will hold Jeongguk's hand through some sort of epiphany he thinks Jeongguk should be having. His eyes are full of warmth that makes Jeongguk feel just the tiniest bit better. "I wasn't going to say anything. I swear. I was going to let you work this out on your own... but I think you need a little push, Jeonggukie. When you're with Taehyung, you're different. In a good way."
Those words make Jeongguk's head spin. Or maybe the room is spinning? He's not sure anymore. He swallows roughly before speaking, "Different how?"
"You have a different smile. You speak to him differently, too. All soft spoken. It's very cute," Seokjin tacks on (as if to soften the blow). "Taehyung is just... different to you. He's your Taehyung."
"My Taehyung," Jeongguk repeats. He's never uttered those words before.
His Taehyung...
"And I think you're his Jeongguk."
//
Taehyung gets to the restaurant early, no BTS member in sight. He opens the door, cool air blasting from the A/C attached to the window of the smallish place. The bell above the door rings, and an older lady comes out from the back and greets Taehyung.
He greets her back, smile on his face because the lady is that nice. When he asks for a table for seven, she doesn't bat an eye and leads him one of the few bigger tables of the establishment.
It doesn't take long for the others to arrive. Taehyung spots them from the big windows at the front. His heart picks up a bit of speed when his eyes land on Jeongguk. The younger man is wearing a Nike tracksuit, blue and cream colored with his hair a bit fluffy.
He looks really cute. Very handsome.
Taehyung gulps.
The chair he had chosen makes it so he's sitting at the very edge, but someone can sit next to his left (and of course, can sit in front of him). Taehyung hopes Jeongguk steals the seat next to him.
The group bustles through the door, making a bit of commotion as Namjoon trips over the small step that you have to take before you're officially inside. The leader flushes at his actions, and it doesn't help that Hoseok and Seokjin laugh at him. Seokjin must take pity on Namjoon because he stops laughing and wraps his hand around Namjoon's bicep, smiling gently when Namjoon looks up at him.
(Seokjin may be leading the other man to their table to help him, but he really isn't helping Namjoon's face getting any less red.)
As predicted, Jeongguk does plop down next to Taehyung, but he only gives a shy smile to him. Which is... odd. They haven't seen each other in so long, so long, and all Jeongguk does is barely acknowledge him?
Already, Jeongguk has his eyes on the plastic menu, while the other members start sitting down randomly. Both Namjoon and Seokjin, who haven't let go of each other, sit down in front of him and Jeongguk.
Seokjin reaches over the table and ruffles Taehyung hair, rolling his eyes when Taehyung squeaks at the touch. Namjoon smiles more at Seokjin than Taehyung, but the leader gives Taehyung a small nod, dimples appearing, too.
"Taehyungie!" Jimin cheers, practically jumping up and down on his seat.
"Hi, Jiminie," Taehyung greets back. His smile ends up wide. He really hasn't seem them all in so long.
Yoongi and Hoseok greet him next, one more withdrawn the other but not any less warm. It's kinda hard to believe he's known them when they were fighting tooth and nail for a spot in the charts. Before they all got famous enough to leave him behind more and more.
There's a rustle underneath the table that catches Taehyung's attention. He frowns when he sees Seokjin glaring at Jeongguk, who is still staring hard at the menu. Finally, Jeongguk looks up with a scowl on his face when there's another rustle. The two stare at each other for a long minute, no words exchanged.
He is so very confused, so Taehyung looks to Namjoon for help. The older man only looks as confused as Taehyung feels. They glance at each other before shrugging. Who knows what is going on with Seokjin and Jeongguk on a good day.
But, it seems, that Seokjin wins their silent argument because Jeongguk heaves a sigh and stops glaring at Seokjin.
Just when Taehyung thinks to pick up one of the few menus for himself, Jeongguk turns his body so he's more open to Taehyung.
"So... what are you getting, Tae?"
Just those few words, just Jeongguk looking at him, brings a smile to Taehyung's face. He feels relief flood through his body, warming his fingertips.
Taehyung beams at Jeongguk, huddling closer to the younger man. He bends his head a little, bringing Jeongguk's menu closer to the middle of them.
(There are two things Taehyung misses while he's looking at the menu;
He misses Seokjin huffing in amusement at how easily the two get closer to each other. The way Taehyung doesn't even realize he doesn't need to slide his chair any closer to Jeongguk. He does it because he wants to.
He misses the blush crowding Jeongguk's cheeks, a pink hue settling in. The way Jeongguk has to hold himself still because if he jerks back at the close proximity that has never fazed him before, he will alert Taehyung, which is the last thing he wants to do.)
Dinner turns out to be really great. All seven of them crack jokes, taking turns filling in Taehyung on what happens on busy schedule days. They make him feel included, which has him grinning in appreciation.
They always tend to try to include Taehyung as much as they can.
It's one of the nicest things anyone has done for him. To make him feel like they're not leaving him behind. As if he hangs out with them more than he actually does.
Jeongguk is still being a little off while they eat. It's not something super noticeable, but Taehyung feels the nervous energy Jeongguk is trying to hide from him. Which is weird. Jeongguk doesn't hide anything from Taehyung. Seriously. The both of them have known each for so long that there's only a handful of things that they probably don't tell each other.
But something is definitely eating away at Jeongguk. The younger man hardly looks at Taehyung, only glancing at him when Taehyung asks him a direct question. Jeongguk's touches are practically non-existent. At almost all times, Taehyung wills himself not to blush because Jeongguk has a hand on him.
Now, though?
It's almost as if Jeongguk is scared to touch him. Out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung has seen a few times where Jeongguk reaches out a hand to maybe grip onto his wrist or to maybe smack him while he laughs, but he doesn't. Jeongguk pulls back every single time, smile dropping a little every single time. As if he's suddenly remembering something.
Taehyung has never felt more irritated (not literally, but Jeongguk acting this way to him is making him more annoyed as the night goes on) in his life.
When they finally finish dinner, Taehyung knows what he has to do. He cannot let Jeongguk leave without getting the younger man to either spit out what has him so awkward for, or to at least touch Taehyung in some way. Just so Taehyung knows there's nothing wrong with their friendship.
That's the goal. Taehyung cannot let Jeongguk leave with any other member. And they have to leave alone.
As Yoongi and Hoseok go to the front to pay, and Jeongguk and Namjoon are off to the side murmuring about the schedule for tomorrow, Taehyung pulls aside Seokjin and Jimin for some help.
The three of them are away from the rest of the members and there isn't a lot of time to try to explain everything to Seokjin and Jimin, but he's gonna try.
"Okay," Taehyung starts, quickly glancing to make sure Jeongguk isn't looking at them, "I need your help. I need to talk to Jeongguk alone. He's acting off, and I don't know why. You have to make sure we end up alone, no one else with me and him when we all head home."
"I did notice he wasn't really looking at you," Jimin ponders, head tilted to the side. Seokjin nods in agreement.
"Okay, we'll help," Seokjin adds. Jimin and Seokjin nod at each other. "I'll take Namjoon with me and make up an excuse. Jiminie, can you handle Yoongi and Hoseok?"
"Leave those two to me," Jimin says.
"Thanks, guys." Taehyung bites his lip, feeling anxious now that he has to ask Jeongguk what's wrong. "Something is wrong, but I'm gonna find out why."
"Don't stress too much, Taehyungie. He'll tell you eventually. Jeongguk can't keep anything from you. He loves you too much," Seokjin says. He looks like he absolutely believes the words that come out of his mouth. That he and Jeongguk have this unmistakable bond that can't be shaken just from a somewhat awkward dinner.
Jimin pipes up right after, "Jin's right. There's no way Jeongguk keeps up this act with you. He'll probably die before he lets that happen."
Taehyung shakes himself a little bit. He hopes Jimin and Seokjin are right. That nothing in this world can make Jeongguk and himself be weird with each other. Or awkward.
He really hopes so.
Noticing how nervous Taehyung looks (why is Taehyung even so nervous?), Jimin wraps his arm around his shoulders. Seokjin leads them out of the restaurant to wait for the others, hoping that the cool, fresh air will help Taehyung calm down a little.
It kinda does. The warmth and weight from Jimin helps him calm down a little.
Not long after, the rest of the group stumbles out of the restaurant. Before anyone can even speak, Seokjin briskly walks up to Namjoon and (once again) wraps his hand around one of Namjoon's biceps. With the help of the small height difference between the two, Seokjin glances up at the leader with a small pout. "Let's go home, Joonie? I'm really tired," Seokjin sighs.
Namjoon flushes bright red but gives a small nod. "Of course." He moves his attention off of Seokjin, glancing at the others quickly. "We'll see you guys tomorrow. We've got a long day. Bye, Taehyung. Cheer us on?"
Taehyung grins. Of course he's gonna cheer them on. He's gonna watch the performance from the office even though he's not supposed to. It has never stopped him before. "Of course I will."
With that, Namjoon and Seokjin start to walk away. The last thing Taehyung hears from the two is who's apartment they're gonna sleep in.
(Taehyung wonders when they're gonna finally get together and become a couple. The tension between the two of them is through the roof. He wonders how the others deal with it 24/7.)
Next is Jimin's turn, who winks at Taehyung. Jimin grabs Yoongi's hand (the two who are actually dating each other after years of pining) and tugs them to Hoseok. "Let's go. Hoseok, walk with us. I need to talk to you about a part of the choreography that is bothering me."
This catches Hoseok's attention. "Bothering you? Jimin, why didn't you tell us earlier! It's the night before we have to perform!"
Taehyung sees Jeongguk about to reach out to the the other members, but Taehyung is faster. He grabs Jeongguk's sleeve and tugs him to walk in the opposite direction, to where his apartment is. "Let's go, Jeonggukie. You can stay over at my place?"
Jeongguk stutters, "I— Well—"
This makes Taehyung's heart sink even further into his stomach. Jeongguk has almost never said no to sleeping over at Taehyung's apartment. The only times Jeongguk has said 'no' is when he's sick or if he has plans he absolutely cannot cancel at all. If he can cancel his plans, he does in the drop of a hat just so he and Taehyung can order takeout that they're not supposed to eat and watch a movie that makes them fall asleep really late.
Why is Jeongguk hesitating? He's never hesitated before.
"Please? I've missed you, Jeongguk," Taehyung whispers. The words get trapped between the two of them, and Jeongguk looks devastatingly handsome under the night sky. Taehyung doesn't know what to pay attention to. Jeongguk's nervous biting of his lip, or the way he finally looks Taehyung in his eyes.
Jeongguk's gaze is nothing short of intense. As if he is fighting an inner war. Taehyung so desperately wants to look inside Jeongguk's heart and mind. To see what is causing him to act this way. To look this way, as if he's in some sort of turmoil.
"Okay," Jeongguk whispers back.
That one word, those two syllables, makes Taehyung sigh in relief.
"Let's go home," Taehyung says, pulling at Jeongguk's sleeve once more before starting to let go of the fabric.
But, Jeongguk doesn't let Taehyung go far away. The younger man catches Taehyung's wrist before sliding his hand to tangles their fingers, palms sliding together.
That's better. Taehyung sighs in relief in his own head. That's so much better. Jeongguk touching him, looking at him, not ignoring him. Not being hesitant with him.
Finally, when they make it to Taehyung's apartment, they toe off their shoes (Jeongguk's big, black boots never fail to make Taehyung smirk in amusement) and venture further into the place they both call home. The dark blue couch that Jeongguk bought as a house warming gift was beckoning them into the living room. Without any words spoken, Jeongguk lead Taehyung so they could sit down, side by side.
The air felt heavy, tension lined the room thickly, and neither Jeongguk nor Taehyung knew how to stop it. (But maybe, they shouldn't try to. Maybe they needed to let the night carry on the way it's supposed to.)
Ever since walking towards his apartment, Taehyung has been trying to figure out how to approach the topic to Jeongguk. The more he thinks about it, the more Taehyung believes that maybe he is making Jeongguk's weird mood into something bigger than it should be. Everyone has weird lapses in judgement where their actions are odd. Sometimes a person is just tired. Tired from stress or work or anything going on in their lives.
Taehyung guesses that it's freaking him out more than it should because every other time Jeongguk has been stressed, he has vented to Taehyung about it. About his days and about his thoughts and about why he happened to be upset that day.
Today, though?
Nothing. And it's freaking Taehyung out. Just thinking about the touches Jeongguk never completed until he finally held Taehyung's hand on the way over here. Thinking about the way Jeongguk's smile seemed to be dimming more and more as the dinner went on.
No. Taehyung has to get to the bottom of this. There's just no universe where Taehyung would allow his best friend to drown in his thoughts alone.
Nerves beaten away with a mental stick, Taehyung nudges himself closer to Jeongguk on the couch. Their hands are still intertwined, resting on Jeongguk's thigh. The younger man is staring at their hands, seeing the difference in them with Jeongguk's tattoos with stark, black ink and nothing of the sort on Taehyung's. His hands are smooth, maybe a bit dry from the constant need to use hand sanitizer at the office.
"Jeongguk... is everything okay? You've been acting off since dinner." Taehyung bites his lip, dipping his head down to try to catch Jeongguk's gaze (who still cannot look at Taehyung; who's still staring at their hands).
"I'm fine," Jeongguk answers. He's still not looking at Taehyung.
Taehyung bristles at Jeongguk's dismissive tone. Why is he not taking Taehyung seriously?
"No, Jeongguk. You're not 'fine'. Come on, get serious with me here."
"Can we just drop it," Jeongguk mutters. He's squeezed Taehyung's hands once, a little too tightly, before untangling their hands.
The new distance makes Taehyung's heart spasm. Not again. Not Jeongguk acting weird to him again. Distancing himself from Taehyung so easily. Like it's not hurting him as much as it hurts Taehyung. Like it's nothing.
"What's up with you? You're not looking at me. You keep trying to move away from me! I just don't understand what is going on with you," Taehyung shouts.
Somehow, this conversation has taken a turn Taehyung wasn't prepared for. All of his emotions of loving Jeongguk from afar, and then Jeongguk acting weirdly towards him, Taehyung feels his emotions start to boil over.
This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The two of them don't really fight. At least not too often.
"What if I don't want to tell you?! Ever thought of that?" Jeongguk shouts right back at him. Finally, Jeongguk is looking at him but never in a way Taehyung has ever wanted him to.
Jeongguk's eyes are fiery, his face pinched in annoyance, and his mouth set in a firm line. All of this directed at Taehyung.
It shocks Taehyung so much that he doesn't reply right away.
"We don't always have to tell each other everything. I bet there's something you haven't told me, huh?" Jeongguk taunts a little.
Taehyung freezes because... it's true. He's never told Jeongguk that he's in love with him. That is something he's never said. Never outloud. Not even to Seokjin or Jimin who found out on their own without a verbal confirmation from the younger man.
His hesitation doesn't go unnoticed by Jeongguk. The younger man leans back, a bit caught off guard that his taunting was right. "Wait. There really is something you haven't told me. And you're getting upset at me? How is that even fair?!"
No, no. This whole conversation is slipping from Taehyung's fingers faster than the wind can take it. "But— This— This isn't about me. You're the one who's acting weird. Even if there may be a chance that I haven't told you something, at least I'm not ignoring you!"
At that, Jeongguk flinches slightly. His jaw is clenched tightly when he responds. "Why can't it be about both of us? Why do I have to confess what's wrong with me or what I'm hiding from you if you can't even bring yourself to do the same for me?"
Taehyung watches in real time as Jeongguk drops all and any kind of anger or annoyance that he had pent up in his body. As if someone released air from a balloon. It just... made Jeongguk deflate right on the couch that he bought for Taehyung because on the day Taehyung moved into this apartment, he had nothing.
He was barely able to afford the deposit and a couple month's of rent, but this meant he had nothing else. Maybe he had a few pieces of furniture (his bedside table and the coffee table his mother gave to him), but Taehyung still remembers arguing with Jeongguk about that, about Jeongguk wanting to buy everything that Taehyung was missing. Taehyung didn't want that. He didn't want to take advantage of Jeongguk's money or kindness by making him buy everything.
It's why Jeongguk was only allowed to buy the couch even though he had to fight tooth and nail to even do that. In the end, Jeongguk won that fight. He bought him the couch, and he told the rest of his group that Taehyung was having a house warming party. Each member bought him various things (Namjoon bought him a dresser and desk; Yoongi bought him a bed frame; Hoseok bought him a mattress; Seokjin bought him a washer; Jimin bought him a dryer) and it was obvious who was behind the members knowing exactly what Taehyung was missing. Jeongguk told them.
(There was no doubt the members would have bought anything Taehyung needed, but it was Jeongguk who instructed them what to get. What brand Taehyung likes. What colors would match his apartment. Everything.)
Sitting on the very same couch that Jeongguk had paid movers to get into his apartment and where the two of them spent the rest of the night on but instead of any happy memories, they were fighting this time. They were somehow drifting away from each other. Even though they're right next to each other.
Taehyung clenched his fists together, feeling a pin prick of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. This was not what he wanted to happen tonight. "I can't tell you."
A sharp inhale comes from Jeongguk. "Then I can't either."
Silence came quickly after that. Neither of them was willing to break it.
"I think I should leave," Jeongguk whispers after what has felt like hours for Taehyung.
His heart stopped beating for a second. Jeongguk wants to leave?
"No, no! Just— just stay on the couch. It's late. Jeongguk, just stay here." Taehyung scrambles to say, to try to get Jeongguk to not slip through his fingers so quickly.
Anything to put the brakes on this conversation. He doesn't want Jeongguk to leave. Not this late at night, and not when the tension between them is thick with regret and hesitation. Taehyung can't let Jeongguk leave them like this, especially because Jeongguk is going to get so busy with the promotion of the new album.
With clear hesitation in Jeongguk's body language and facial expressions (which has caused a crack in Taehyung's heart), the younger man nods. "Okay," Jeongguk whispers.
"Okay," Taehyung repeats. "You can sleep in my bed. You have promotions tomorrow so you need a good night's rest."
Jeongguk snaps his head up to look at Taehyung, shock evident on his face. His eyes are a little wide. "You said I could take the couch."
"Yeah," Taehyung starts, waving his hand, "but that was to get you to stay. You need to sleep in an actual bed."
"No, let's just— let's sleep in the same bed. We always do," Jeongguk mumbles, face a little red. Taehyung doesn't know why or from what, though.
They've actually always shared the bed together. Perks of being each other's best friend. The mattress Hoseok bought for him is really nice, all soft and firm in the right places. Even at Jeongguk's place, they share a bed.
It's normal for them. A ritual if it can be called that.
Never has Jeongguk blushed at the idea of them sharing a bed. Taehyung doesn't know what to think about this. A small part of his heart is being a traitor, telling him that Jeongguk is blushing because he likes him. The thing is though, with this part of his heart, he has to ignore it to the best of his ability.
There's no going back for Taehyung if he listens to his heart saying Jeongguk has feelings for him like the way Taehyung has for Jeongguk. He can't have this affect their friendship. He can't have Jeongguk ever being awkward around him because of Taehyung's feelings. He doesn't want to lose the rest of the members either.
"You're okay with that?" Taehyung asks, one of his hands going to rest on Jeongguk's knee. He rubs Jeongguk's knee in a comforting manner (he hopes so, at least).
"Yeah, yeah of course," Jeongguk swallows.
"Okay, come on. You take a shower first and then I'll take one after. Let's get ready for bed, hmm?"
Jeongguk hums his answer at Taehyung. He doesn't say anything after that, and Jeongguk only gets up from the couch when Taehyung does and follows him to the bedroom that they both know like the back of their hands.
In his bedroom, Taehyung has a drawer that is filled with Jeongguk's clothes because of how much time Jeongguk spends here. It really is the second home for the K-Pop idol.
(Sometimes, when Jeongguk is overseas and they haven't seen each other in a really long time, Taehyung will wear the younger man's clothes. They may not smell like Jeongguk because Taehyung washes the clothes with his laundry detergent, but it doesn't matter to him. It's the fact that he has a little piece of Jeongguk with him, on him, while the other is too busy chasing his dreams. He's never told Jeongguk.)
When they're both in bed, a sliver of space between them that feels as wide as the ocean, as clear as the bright, blue sky during the day, Taehyung aches.
He aches and he aches and he aches.
He aches for the few hours ago when he didn't ask Jeongguk what was wrong. When Jeongguk mildly blew up on Taehyung for asking him, trying to force it out of him.
They don't even look at each other as they both turn their backs so they're not facing the same way.
Not knowing it, but they both find it hard to sleep that night.
//
"Wait what?!"
Jeongguk rubs his temple once more at Seokjin's loud voice. He's in one of the company cars that he requested to pick him up from Taehyung's apartment. Ordering an Uber felt too risky, and when he texted his usual driver, there was no hesitation to pick him up.
"Yeah..." Jeongguk mumbles into his phone. He's still sleepy, having left Taehyung's apartment right before his alarm clock. With careful precision, Jeongguk had slipped out of the bed.
One of the hardest things he's had to do. Taehyung was still sound asleep (he was such a deep sleeper) and the comforter was pulled all the way to his shoulders, and his face was squished adorably into the pillow. Any other time, Jeongguk would have snuggled into Taehyung's arms, content to have his nose buried into Taehyung's neck. This time, though, he just can't bare to be near the older man any longer.
His heart still aches from last night. He can't get their argument out of his head. And, what the heck could Taehyung be hiding from him? What couldn't Taehyung tell him?
"Let me get this straight," Seokjin starts, "you go to Taehyung's apartment and when he asks you what was wrong, you yelled at him? And then, to add to this whole shitshow, you left him this morning without saying goodbye?"
"You're making it sound really bad," Jeongguk whines. He leans his head back on the seats headrest and tries not to wallow in pity.
He misses Taehyung.
"That's because it is really bad," another voice pitches in. Of course, it's Namjoon.
"Not you, too!"
This day could not get any worse. Not only has he fucked up the most important relationship in his life, but now more people know about it.
"Sorry, Ggukie. I didn't mean to wake Namjoon up..."
An alarm bell goes off in Jeongguk's head. "Did you guys sleep in the same bed?"
This isn't weird. The members sleeping in each other's bed when needing some sort of comfort. But something about the way Seokjin says it feels like the two sleeping in the same bed weighs more this time.
"Maybe, but that's not the point, Jeongguk! You need to apologize to Taehyung and make this up to him. You also need to tell him how you feel," Seokjin says.
There it is again. Seokjin telling him that he needs to confess to Taehyung about his romantic feelings. Jeongguk doesn't know if he can do it. If he can spill out his heart and guts and brain and expose it all to Taehyung. Just the thought of Taehyung knowing an inkling of Jeongguk's feelings has him feeling instantly cold, stomach tightening in knots.
"I don't know if I can. I don't know. I just— how do I do that and not get my heart broken," Jeongguk asks, breath getting faster and faster.
Oh gosh, he needs to calm down.
"Jeongguk, can I ask you something?"
Even though Seokjin can't see him, Jeongguk nods anyways and mumurs a quiet 'yes' into the phone.
The question puts Jeongguk off his axis a little bit. It feels random, but Seokjin isn't mean enough or evil enough to ask a question that means nothing in such a serious conversation.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course," Jeongguk replies truthfully. Every single one of his members, he trusts wholeheartedly. They raised him even when they were just children too.
"Then trust me when I say you won't get your heart broken. Trust me. Take a breather and when we're done with promotions today, you need to talk to Taehyung. The more you let this sit the way it currently is, with all this hesitation and frustration, the worse it'll be," Seokjin says.
Jeongguk is quiet for a little bit. He tries to process Seokjin's words, the confidence the older man has in his own words. In a weird way, Jeongguk calms down. He trusts Seokjin, and if he is saying these words, he must believe them. There has to be a reason why he is so confident, and it makes a little jump in Jeongguk's heart. A semblance of hope in those words.
Does Taehyung...?
"Okay. Okay," Jeongguk repeats with a bit more confidence. "I can do this. Tonight, after we're done, I'll talk to Taehyung."
"That's my Ggukie!"
The words make Jeongguk's cheeks heat up a little bit. Gosh, Seokjin can be so embarrassing sometimes. The switch-up from wise Seokjin to one who teases him is a bit of a whiplash.
"Ah, Jeongguk, text Taehyung right now. Don't leave him questioning. Especially because someone left his apartment without telling him anything," Namjoon adds on. "We won't hang up until you do."
"Ugh! Okay, okay!"
Namjoon and Seokjin don't hang up the phone until Jeongguk confirms that he sent Taehyung a message about talking later. He won't tell the other two men but Jeongguk's hands were shaking slightly as he tapped out his message to Taehyung. Because this text is the first step to confessing to someone he is deeply in love with.
Putting his phone into his jacket pocket, Jeongguk leans back onto the seat and releases a long sigh. There's a noticeable shift in the air. Jeongguk doesn't know if he should feel scared or hopeful.
//
It's closer to midnight when Jeongguk has finished promotions, gone home to take a shower, and paced a hole in his floor from nerves.
He should have been at Taehyung's place some hours ago, but he wouldn't bring himself to go just yet. It didn't help that every time Jeongguk thought about Taehyung, his sad face from last night was seared into Jeongguk's brain. A flash of the older man would occupy his thoughts, and it made Jeongguk terrified.
Terrified that he's making the wrong choice of telling Taehyung his feelings. Terrified that Taehyung will let him down gently because there is no world where Taehyung is cruel to him, at least not consciously.
Jeongguk doesn't know if he can bear rejection. Especially not someone like Taehyung, who has been his rock for about a decade. The one person he has (besides his members) who understands him from his head to his toes. The person he spills his soul to over and over again because he knows his secrets and thoughts will be cared for by gentle hands and fingers.
There's probably no other word to describe how he feels about Taehyung other than 'comfortable'. Maybe that's not romantic, but in a world where Jeongguk is a global musician, it's something he puts on the highest pedestal. Something he longs for, craves for. To him, it is romantic. He's so comfortable with Taehyung because he knows he can picture himself loving Taehyung for the rest of his days alive.
For a person who hasn't known how long he's been in love with Taehyung for, Jeongguk has taken leaps to get to the point he's at. To not freak out like he just was yesterday when Seokjin dropped a massive bomb in his lap in the practice room.
Even though it's only been a day or so, Jeongguk no longer feels like freaking out, or going hysterical, because it just makes sense in his brain now. As if something clicked into place.
Yes, he loves Taehyung. Simple, easy to say now (to think in his head and go 'Yeah! I always have been, huh?').
So, he stands in front of Taehyung's building like a lovesick fool, and crosses the two front doors that opens into a lobby. He finds himself in the elevator that leads up to the fourth floor. Then, he finds himself in front of Taehyung's apartment door.
Felt like in one blink, he was there. Just a few feet away from Taehyung, the love of his life.
Jeongguk brings his fist up to the white door and knocks. The sound echoes in the quiet hallway, and, not to be dramatic, but Jeongguk swears that those few seconds it takes for Taehyung to open the door are the longest in his entire life.
When Taehyung opens the door, hesitantly, peeking his head as if to really make sure it's Jeongguk who's standing in front of his door so late at night, Jeongguk freezes... because now what?
He has to go through confessing his feelings. He should go through with confessing his feelings. He wants to. There's hope in his chest that Taehyung could love him back.
The older man stares at Jeongguk for some time, looking Jeongguk up and down, before settling on looking him in his eyes. Taehyung looks... nervous. Scared. As if he already knows what Jeongguk is going to say.
Well, that's not good.
Who wants the person they're in love with to be terrified to see them? Jeongguk sure doesn't.
Taehyung opens the door wider, steps back, and gestures for Jeongguk to enter his apartment. All of this is done silently, and Jeongguk feels awkward crossing the threshold even though he has never felt that way the entirety that Taehyung has lived in this apartment.
"So..." Jeongguk starts, as the two of them settle on the couch like they did just last night.
"So," Taehyung parrots back. Now that Jeongguk is looking with more focus on Taehyung, he notices that the older man is wearing one of the hoodids Jeongguk has left here.
This... this sparks a burst of faith that maybe this entire situation will go more in his favor than not. Maybe it is just a sweatshirt to Taehyung. Nothing of significance, merely a piece of fabric that keeps Taehyung warm on cold nights.
But for Jeongguk? He sees it as the potential of more.
"Is that my sweater?" Jeongguk blurts out, pointing at the black, oversized hoodie that swallows Taehyung (because it also swallows Jeongguk's frame).
Taehyung quickly glances down at his attire, and then the most wonderful thing happens. Jeongguk witnesses Taehyung blushing. The pink hue is sudden on Taehyung's checks but no less wonderful. The blush makes Taehyung look even more beautiful because it was caused by Jeongguk.
"I guess so."
Here goes nothing...
He's still nervous even if he now has the courage to spill what has made him so dramatic since yesterday. Jeongguk grips the hem of his dark gray, long-sleeved shirt, toying with the thread that has come undone slightly.
"I wanted to talk about yesterday. About why I was so frustrated about the questions you were asking me," Jeongguk says. For the life of him, he cannot look at Taehyung. He just can't. He keeps going, despite the fact he's burning a hole through the floor. "Before dinner yesterday, right after you called me actually, Seokjin had given me an epiphany, I guess. He— He called me a love sick fool."
Jeongguk pauses, taking a quick breath. He can't see Taehyung's expressions because he still refuses to glance at him. Should it be this terrifying?
"He told me I was a lovesick fool for you. I was so confused. I had no idea what he was talking about at first. Jin basically had to spell it out for me that I was in love with you," Jeongguk huffs a laugh at the end.
Jeongguk's heart is beating exceptionally fast, but still. He doesn't look at Taehyung (who is frozen in place). "That's why I was acting weird with you at dinner. Because Jin had given me a lot to think about."
Before Jeongguk could go any further, Taehyung clears his throat. "You're— You're in love with me," Taehyung gasps out.
"Well, of course, I am. I mean, I just figured it out yesterday, but I think my body and heart has always known. It's been yours this entire time. It was just my brain that needed to catch up," Jeongguk confesses.
"Stop. Just stop. Stop talking."
Jeongguk heart sinks to his stomach and then it drops to the floor, bloody, where it spasms. Oh fuck. Maybe Jeongguk read this entire situation wrong. Fuck.
But then, like the beacon of light Taehyung has always been in the messy ride that Jeongguk's life is, the older man yanks Jeongguk's arm to bring him closer. So much closer.
"You really love me? You're not just saying you love me like a friend. But that you love me as more than that— as more than a friend?"
All Jeongguk can do is nod and whisper, "Yes."
"Oh, Ggukie. I love you, too," Taehyung whispers back, tears forming along his lower lash line, threatening to slip down his face any second now. "That's the one secret I've been keeping from you. I never, never would have thought you would feel the same."
Taehyung covers his face with the one hand that isn't clenching Jeongguk's arm desperately. "I thought you would never feel the same because I thought you would find someone better. Someone more like you."
The turbulence that has been knocking Jeongguk's brain around his head suddenly stops. He feels giddy, elated at the fact that Taehyung loves him back, but this makes him pause. "Someone more like me? What does that mean?"
Jeongguk watches how Taehyung's throat bobs when he takes a harsh swallow. This time, it's Taehyung who can't look at the other while he lays out the inside of his mind. "You know, someone you meet while on tour or something. Someone who knows the idol life better than me and can relate to you."
Oh.
Oh no.
"No. Taehyung, no," Jeongguk says, tone desperate. He can't have the older man continue to think like this. No way. "Every time I'm on tour or I'm— I'm with another idol, I'm thinking about how many more hours there is before I can come home to you. I'm thinking about how I wish you were there with me. Or about how I rather be here, in your apartment, with you. I'm always thinking of you, Tae," Jeongguk says, tone softer but no less firm as he went on.
That breaks a small smile out of Taehyung, who puts his hand back down that was covering his face to rest on his lap. Jeongguk notes with stars in his eyes, how Taehyung's blush is even more fierce than before. It's so pink, so soft on his checks, and Jeongguk traces with his eyes how it goes down to Taehyung's neck. How the pink paints Taehyung as the prettiest person Jeongguk has ever seen.
It doesn't take long before the two are giggling, the force of their laughs making them lean in towards each other.
"Can I kiss you?" Jeongguk asks when their giggles die down, and the two are left with staring deep into each other's eyes.
"Please."
One word is all it takes for Jeongguk to close the small gap between them. Their lips touch, softly at first, maybe even a bit hesitantly.
They've been friends for long that maybe this seems a little weird at first. Feels a little weird that they're kissing, but then it doesn't.
Almost as if by the snap of someone's fingers, Jeongguk leans into the kiss even more, adding more pressure. Taehyung huffs out a small breathe, before tilting his head slightly so the angle is better.
And, oh.
Oh.
This is what Jeongguk has been missing from his life. Taehyung's plush and smooth lips against his own that are a bit more chapped than they probably should be (since he's the idol).
Not wasting another second, another minute, Taehyung slides his arm that had been gripping Jeongguk's arm until it lands on his nape, holding him there, anchoring the both of them. Taehyung's large, cold hand is grounding, and Jeongguk moans a little when Taehyung starts playing with the short hairs there.
They break apart at the sound, and before Jeongguk can do anything else, Taehyung climbs into his lap, a knee on either side of Jeonggunk's hips, and this— this is even better.
"You're so hot," Taehyung whimpers, voice breathless and everything feels so warm.
Jeongguk's hands land on Taehyung's hips, gripping them so desperately, he knows there will be bruises there if he keeps this up (which he will if Taehyung wants him to).
"So are you."
Taehyung looks pleased at the compliment, eyes brightening under the light of the living room lamp. Taehyung's other hand catches Jeongguk's cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth on the high point of Jeongguk's cheek. He moves his fingers until they trace Jeongguk's lips, pressing down just the tiniest bit. Taking this opportunity, Jeongguk presses a soft kiss on Taehyung's thumb.
"Kiss me, Tae?"
The older man hums, leaning down, down, down until he's kissing Jeongguk again. This kiss is even better. Their lips move more comfortably, and Taehyung's hands are resting on his shoulders, and Jeongguk thinks he can finally die happily, with no regrets.
His own hands on Taehyung slip underneath his hoodie and reach warm skin instantly because Taehyung isn't wearing a shirt underneath. Jeongguk groans, touching Taehyung's skin, grabbing at his waist. Jeongguk's hands are big enough to encompass Taehyung's waist, his fingers on one hand almost touching the others.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
They break apart again because Jeongguk thinks he's going to die before they go even further. He voices these exact thoughts, "You're going to be the death of me, Tae."
The smirk Taehyung sends his way is so attractive, Jeongguk thinks he is already in heaven, living out his dreams. "We've barely started, Ggukie," Taehyung replies, voice so low and so sexy that Jeongguk is going to pass out.
He's never heard Taehyung like this, and the thought makes him breathe harder.
But, his breathing stops completely when Taehyung detaches himself from Jeongguk's grip and lap to drop to the floor on his knees, right in between Jeongguk's legs. Taehyung's hands are so big and are finally warm, and now they're resting on Jeongguk's thighs, gliding back and forth. Even through his sweatpants, Jeongguk feels like he is going to implode.
"Can I blow you?" Taehyung asks, glancing up through his pretty, pretty, pretty lashes to look right into Jeongguk's eyes. His hands haven't stopped rubbing Jeongguk's thighs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
All Jeongguk can think about is how this is right right where he wants to be.
since I'm watching love island, oh how I wish we had gotten an episode in supernatural where gabriel (aka the trickster) put sam and dean on the show. it would be absolutely hilarious to see sam and dean's reactions to "can I pull you for a chat?" or "3 new bombshells enter the villa" or any other ridiculous thing that is involved in love island. have them witness the arguments between the contestants. pure comedic gold.
One word for this thiam drabble: soft & cliche.
//
Theo startles when the front door of Liam's house is thrown open before he can even knock. On the other side of the door is Liam, who eyes are lit up with excitement and scent sweet from happiness.
"You made it," Liam says.
"Yeah, well I wasn't going to say no to free dinner," Theo replies. He's a little nervous, but he's hoping it doesn't show. His scent should be locked down, nothing escaping, but Theo has noticed lately that his usual iron-clad wall has been crumbling when he's with Liam.
Theo is trying to ignore the implications of what that means.
(He knows exactly what it means. He's basically half-way in love with Liam.)
The beta shakes his head but there's a small smile on his face that Theo finds hard to believe is because of something he said. After a small pause, Liam moves out of the way and ushers Theo inside his house. It's the same as it always is whenever Theo is invited to hang out with Liam.
Except today, the rest of the younger pack members are crowded in Liam's living room. Mason and Corey are squished together on the couch with plates covered with pizza clutched in their hands. Hayden, Lori, and Alec are sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table with their own plates filled with pizza on top of it.
They give various kinds of acknowledgement to Theo, who was the last to arrive because he didn't want to seem desperate to be in the presence of Liam, while Theo follows Liam into the kitchen. This is where they find Brett who is trying to decide how many slices of pizza he can get before he gets in trouble for eating all the food.
"Hey, Theo," Brett says, eyes flitting to where Liam is standing absolutely way too close to the chimera. Brett tries to school his face into an expression that isn't pure amusement, but he doesn't really try that hard. "Where Theo is, Liam is right behind, huh?"
"Shut up, Brett," Theo hisses. A splotch of red appears on his cheeks that he has trouble trying to tamp down. This is not good.
Theo should not be blushing at a simple remark from Brett of all people. The same person who once almost broke his arm because he missed a step on the stairs and rolled down until he hit the bottom. Ridiculous.
"Well, he's not wrong," Liam remarks causally.
"You're agreeing with Brett? You?" Theo asks and the pure surprise in his voice is very much real. The two wolves bicker constantly, trying to rile the other up in a way that is completely normal by now, years after high school.
Which makes it all the more surprising that Liam casually agreed to a bullshit statement that came from Brett's mouth.
Liam looks at Theo, shrugging before he answers. He looks... intense for a situation that shouldn't feel this important. Especially not in a kitchen. "Yeah. Tell me he's wrong, Theo. How many times has someone asked about me to you because ninety-nine percent of the time we're together?"
"Too many to count," Theo answers truthfully. "But that's because you're fucking terrible at answering your phone when someone tries to text or call you."
"At this point, we don't even bother to text or call Liam. We just go straight to you, Theo," Brett interrupts.
"Okay!" Theo shouts. "Move. I want pizza."
Theo walks up to Brett, to get to the food of course, and innocently shoves his shoulder into Brett's, effectively knocking the wolf off balance who wasn't expecting it (even though he really should have).
"Fuck, okay. I'm leaving," Brett mutters. He briskly grabs a can of soda before hightailing it out of the kitchen where there are weapons like knives and even some unsuspecting ones that Brett more than believes Theo could use to cause him harm.
With Brett gone, Theo sags a little in relief. Wherever Brett is, mischief follows, and Theo would rather not have him so close.
The chimera grabs one of the two plates that are left on the counter, stepping to the side so he can be close to the boxes of pizza. Theo has his back towards Liam and hears the beta's footsteps get nearer, pausing right behind him. The skin on the back of Theo's neck starts to prickle, goosebumps erupting over his arms from the close distance.
"What are you doing?" Theo asks, freezing in place.
"Just trying to get some food," Liam replies.
Theo swallows, gulp so audible that he knows Liam heard it. Fuck. "You're really close to me."
Liam hums but doesn't step back. If anything, it feels like Liam just leans in a bit more, and his voice is low when he asks, "Do you not like it?"
Fuck.
If Theo didn't have an ounce of control, he would have melted to the floor. As it is, his knees turn slightly jelly-like. This is so fucking embarrassing. He cannot believe just a few simple words from Liam has him reacting this way. No one has ever been able to do this to him. No one has ever been able to make him feel this way.
So, Theo doesn't reply. He shudders a sigh and with slightly shaky hands (that he hopes Liam doesn't see), he finishes grabbing the food and drink he wants.
"That's not a no," Liam says right before Theo steps completely out of the kitchen.
It stops Theo in his tracks and when he turns around to face Liam after trying to hide his face, the beta's eyes are piercing and unforgiving in the way they make Theo feel trapped in the kitchen. Just from one look from Liam.
This is Theo's chance. This is his chance to do something. He doesn't understand what Liam is doing, why he's asking those questions and why he agreed with Brett, but Theo doesn't want to back down this time. Even though he squirms away in other interactions with Liam, maybe he can finally be brave this instance. Maybe this one time.
"No, it's not."
Once Liam hears those words, that subtle reassurance from Theo that Liam can continue to act the way he does, has him smirking. His scent strengthens, and Theo really needs to leave the kitchen now. Liam's smirking, looking smug in way too attractive and so is the beta's scent.
Well, fuck.
To Theo's annoyance, they end up on the same small couch that barely fits two grown men, especially those who are supernatural creatures. It's not really that Theo is annoyed at Liam, but more annoyed at how close they are to each other.
The pizza is long gone, and a Marvel movie is playing on the TV in the living room, but the plot is long gone for Theo. The thigh that is pressed against his is too distracting for a movie night. The arm that is pressed against his is also inconvenient. They're both wearing t-shirts, so their skin is touching.
Liam has always run on the warmer side, and after becoming a werewolf, he runs even hotter. Everyone in the pack knows this, and different people use this to their advantage. Everyone but Theo, who has never tried to seek Liam out for his warmth.
But, now?
Now, Theo wishes he had sooner. Just from their arms touching has Theo wanting to lean even closer to Liam. Maybe burrow into Liam's side.
If he did, would Liam let him? Let him get even closer? Close this horrible distance that makes Theo want to rip his hair out? If he could, Theo would run his hands underneath Liam's shirt to feel his warmth.
And if he gets to feel Liam's stomach and chest while he's at it, even better.
At the thought, Theo's fingertips twitch, as if they really will reach out for Liam.
Oh, how he wants to, though.
Theo sometimes wonders how it would be to date Liam. To be allowed to wrap his arm around Liam. To be allowed to press his body more into Liam's and find someone sturdy to hold him.
He thinks about how sweet Liam is to him, without them even dating, and wonders if Liam would be even worse. He already tries to pay almost every single time they go eat or when they go to different places to hang out.
Liam also already includes him in any and every pack decision and meeting. He was the first to do so, fighting for Theo to be included even when other pack members were hesitant.
Sometimes, when Theo really wants to be delusional, he thinks about the times when it seemed like Liam was protective (and maybe a bit possessive) of him when they're in public. Not even just in public, with strangers, but also with other pack members that get too close to being flirty with Theo (like Brett, who does it on purpose to get Liam all riled up). But, surely, that is all in Theo's head. Something he conjures up when he's especially lonely.
(It's not Theo's imagination when Liam gets handsy during those times. Putting an arm around Theo, around his waist and pulling him in towards Liam. Or when draps his jacket around Theo's shoulders so his scent can cling to the chimera, becoming so intertwined that everyone knows that Theo is Liam's.)
Too busy lost in his thoughts, Theo doesn't catch Liam at first. The fingers that wrap around his wrist are gentle but hot like a brand. Theo's skin tingles where Liam's fingers are, and he jolts slightly at the touch.
But, after a few moments, Theo calms down and settles back into the couch. With what he hopes is subtlety, Theo tilts his head towards Liam because... it just feels right.
Right there on Liam's couch, belly warm and full from dinner, and their friends sprawled all around them, it feels right. Sitting comfortably next to Liam feels right, and slouching a bit to lean his head on Liam's shoulder also feels right.
This contact, especially Theo initiating it, has Liam's heart pounding harshly beneath his chest. Theo can hear it, and a small grin breaks out on his face. It's cute. Liam is cute.
The moment doesn't last as long as Theo wants, though, because then Liam removes his hand from Theo's wrist. He instantly frowns, and as he is going to lift his head from Liam's shoulder, the beta wraps his arm around Theo's waist and moves him.
A gasp leaves Theo's lips at Liam manhandling him so that his knees are practically on top of Liam's thighs, and so his back isn't completely resting against the couch anymore. He's slightly turned, angled somewhat sideways.
It makes it easier for Liam's arm to be comfortably wrapped around Theo's waist. Give Liam an inch, and he will take a mile if he can.
If Theo wants it.
And Theo does want it.
The way he melts against Liam, trying to reel back his heart that is slamming against his chest says a lot. The way he doesn't wretch himself out of Liam's grasp says a lot. The way he sighs in relief says a lot.
The way Theo replies to Liam in a whisper with a simple "yes" when Liam asks him if this was okay says a lot.
For the rest of the movie, Theo and Liam cuddle on the couch, ignoring the way Lori and Hayden are sneaking glances at them with amusement. If the rest of them have noticed, they don't say or do anything.
It's kind of... perfect.
Yeah, it is perfect.
i think drunk sam is one of my favorite sam's. he just gets so pouty and giggly a little bit. he also let's his filter go, some of his bottled up feelings come out of his mouth, and he doesn't care. he just laughs and lays down. tries to drink even more. sam is also so tall so you think that at any moment, he's going to trip and fall and break a bone.
when liam first places his hand on theo's waist, theo feels instantly a bit light headed. liam's hand splayed on him, even over his shirt, makes the spot feel so warm. it's just liam holding him. nothing crazy, but theo swears he never wants liam to let go. he can't imagine how it would feel skin-on-skin. or both of liam's hands on each hip. holding him.
💖 Favorite Tropes 💖
💖 Thank you for the tag @runninriot 💖
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (gimme both) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter (def both) // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane // happy ending or unhappy ending
Pink = My first choices
Purple = My second choices
And the rest are my third choices
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💖 Favorite Tropes 💖
with my commentary, duh
Thanks for tagging me, @clownifornian 🖤!!
slowburn or love at first sight // I need to see the whole progression of their feelings, confession, and get-together for sure
fake dating or secret dating // something about them fake dating and accidentally falling in love, especially if they disliked each other before or only one of them had secret feelings, is so 👩🍳💋
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // don’t get me wrong, I do love both tropes but damn if enemies-to-lovers doesn’t have a chokehold on me
there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // it’s just too good
hurt/comfort or amnesia // give me all of the hurt/comfort
fantasy au or modern au // they’re both equally great for me, I think
mutual pining or domestic bliss // love when they get all domestic and fluffy but the angst of mutual pining until they realize the other also has feelings is so much better
smut or fluff // BOTH
canon-compliant or fix-it // it always falls on y’all’s talented asses to fix what the original writers broke
reincarnation or character death // ANGST
one-shot or multi-chapter // give me all of them
kid fic or roadtrip fic // both, but I like a roadtrip fic a little more
arranged marriage or accidental marriage // this one’s just funnier to me
high-school romance or middle-age romance // it’s also great when the foundation starts building from high school but they don’t get together until they’re adults
time travel or isolated together // forced proximity and all that
neighbors or roommates // both tbh but yeah
sci-fi au or magic au // it’s much more fun, I think
body swap or genderbent // yes
angst or crack // also yes
apocalyptic or mundane // it’s just so interesting
happy ending or unhappy ending // you mean to tell me you want me to be devastated in both canon and fanon?
Tagging @blushingsastiel @scoops-aboy86 @thiamsxbitch @royal-callahxn @absurddino @theoceanismyinkwell @fullpriceforlatepizza @fuji09 @maxity @thiamblogger @prongsievans and anyone else who wants to join!
💕 Favorite Tropes 💕
thank you for tagging me @th30ra3k3n <333 (I appreciate it even if I don't always participate)
• slow burn or love at first sight (tbh love at first sight is almost just as good)
• fake dating or secret dating (omfg fake dating is my absolute favorite trope ever)
• enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (it really depends on my mood honestly but I love when the pining is from best friends)
• there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence (anytime I see this tag, I am quicker than the flash to click on the fanfic)
• hurt/comfort or amnesia (hmm, amnesia makes for some good angst but there's just something about hurt/comfort ;p)
• fantasy au or modern au (not that I don't like either of these but I don't have super strong feelings for one more than the other)
• mutual pining or domestic bliss (oh girl give me all the mutual pining you can)
• smut of fluff (give me both at the same damn time)
• canon-compliant or fix-it (the amount of fix-it fanfics I've read of theo/thiam alone is enough to be able to tell my answer to this)
• reincarnation or character death (realistically, I rarely read either but the angst is real good with character death)
• one-shot or multi-chapter (any amount give it to me please and thank you)
• kid fic or road trip fic (hmm, I read more of kid fics than road trip ones)
• arranged marriage or accidental marriage (you cannot make me choose I just can't)
• high-school romance or middle-age romance (yessssssss college fanfics or work place are the best)
• time travel or isolated together (love when people lock the characters into a room together to make them confess)
• neighbors or roommates (oooh tough options but I like with neighbors that there is some distance)
• sci-fi au or magic au (magic, magic, magic!!!)
• body swap or gender bent (MM HMM)
• angst or crack (can't choose so picking BOTH)
• apocalyptic or mundane (whoops you'll almost never find me reading apocalyptic fanfics sjejwjwk)
• happy ending or unhappy ending (who do you think I am my heart is weak,,, I need happiness)
tagging (with no pressure): @thiamsxbitch @awinnn23 @kna1lgrau @so-long-soldier28 @the-violent-tenderness @thesoftnessoflights @maxity @diaphanous-anchor and anyone else who wants to do this, it was a lot of fun :)
thiam but it's theo always looking at liam. always wanting to be close to liam. looking at liam because he's in love with liam in a way he never thought he would ever have. never could have dreamed of having emotions like these. or maybe theo has dreamed of this when he was back with the Dread Doctors, locked away when he was younger. dreamed of love to get him away from where he was before slowly never wanting that again. growing to believe that love doesn't exist. that it's not real.
but theo realizes he's wrong. because of liam who, without knowing, taught him what love really is. what it entails. theo thinking (believing) liam could never feel the same.
but, the truth is, liam is looking at theo just as much as theo looks at him. always looking back. theo just always misses liam's glances.
walk with me here. theo from teen wolf and kenta from pit babe the series are so very similar (with differences). that's it. and they're both my favorites djsjsjjwk. this is professional journalism content right here. i have made the ultimate connection.
hey, so did sam have a high school graduation or did they have to skip town by then? can you imagine sam winchester at graduation with maybe the one dress shirt and pants he's had forever that are the only nice clothes in his closet. all he has for that. did he have a college graduation? jess sitting right next to him if they did. graduation photos of them as sam's laptop wallpaper.
love the idea of castiel gripping sam's hair with his hand. pulling at the soft strands with his fingers. and sam letting castiel tug at his hair. either softly or a bit harsh when the moment allows for it.