"Loud so everyone can hear"
Taegi - Ways to say “I Love You” Drabbles
The pub is loud and raucous, both the aesthetic and the sound, with it’s muted browns and deep greens and polished wood. The music makes the sturdy oak furniture vibrate while ale sloshes out of peoples mugs, and splatters on the floor. Strong brogue accents part the air, and somehow Tae seems to understand it, while Yoongi absolutely does not. It could also be that this is one of those rare nights when Tae is drunk and even more exuberant than usual. His energy matches that of the atmosphere, as does his volume, and he’s decided this is the moment to make an announcement.
“I swear on all the studio equipment that I own, if you get up on that bar—”
“Yoongi, my love,” he replies, clapping his large hands on either side of Yoongi’s flushed, pouty cheeks “everyone here needs to know.”
“But they really don’t.” Yoongi grumbles, tightening his already vice-like grip on his boyfriend’s sleeve. Tae only chuckles and boops their noses to one another.
“Baby, are you ashamed of me?” He croons, his voice thrumming like the strum from a bass guitar. Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“If you do this, I might be.”
“I won’t have sex with you for the rest of this vacation.”
Tae’s infectious, albeit drunken smile blooms brighter and he smushes Yoongi’s face. He ghosts his mouth across Yoongi’s, a light tease, before pulling away. “Yes, you will. You wanna know why?”
“No.” Yoongi grunts, already prepared to be ignored.
“Because you love me,” he straightens his back and takes a deep breath “AND I LOVE YOU!”
It’s so sonorous that a few patrons closest to them turn to look. Yoongi visibly shrinks into his seat, while his heart expands, in danger of growing out of his chest. Tae takes it as a sign to be bolder. His shoes thump heavily on the chair and then on the table. Beer in one hand, he raises it towards the ceiling Lion King, Rafiki style, and gestures wildly at Yoongi below with his other. Now most eyes in the establishment are being drawn to their table. “Just so it’s loud enough for everyone to hear,” he cuts a sincere, sentimental look down at Yoongi, “Min Yoongi, I, Kim Taehyung, love you. With all my heart.” AND THEN the gorgeous bastard repeats it in adorably rough Gaelic. No doubt taught by some of the new friends he’s made in this very establishment.
Yoongi’s expecting to be thrown out, banned, possibly even asked to leave the country altogether, but the explosion of roaring, thunderous celebration douses all of those worries. Tae climbs down, beaming with pride, takes Yoongi by the front of his shirt, and kisses him with all his intoxicated might. And Yoongi’s happiness soars. Would he ever say that out loud? No, but he knows Taehyung knows. And that’s just one of the many reasons the man in front of him holds every bit of his heart captive.
They’re sent drinks for the rest of the night, and then kindly ushered into a taxi by a wonderful server. As the darkness of the night and the streetlights fight to cast shadows across them in the backseat of the car, Yoongi curls into Tae’s side to listen to him purr quietly, already asleep. He rests his mouth against Tae’s shoulder and, feeling a rush of his own kind of bold, says “I, Min Yoongi, love you too.”
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