Huddling for warmth + gang au taehyung
happy belated new year. don’t trespass, kids.
“Where are we going?”
It didn’t take much convincing for you to spend New Year’s Eve with Taehyung. You didn’t have any grand plans in the first place and you always enjoyed your time with him.
“You’ll see!” He laughs with glee, pulling you through another hole in another fence, and you can’t help but laugh with him.
In fact you had been spending more time with him recently, when Jeongguk was at school at couldn’t go on these excursions with him, he had begun bringing you instead.
“If we get caught,” you eye another sign threatening trespassers with electrocution. dogs, or legal action. “I’ll cry and say you kidnapped me.”
As soon as the words have left your mouth he drops your wrist and falters. You worry your bottom lip, fearing you had gone over the proverbial line with your little joke.
“Oh, no!” He tilts his head, frowning at the sky. “We’re late!”
Turns out he hadn’t even been listening. At least not to you, but rather the fireworks setting off in the distance. He squints down at his wristwatch in the dark, the one his father had given him.
“What time is it?”
Taehyung looks to you with an odd smile and answers your question by hurriedly leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Happy New Year!”
Before you can so much as blink he is dragging you by the wrist once again through the abandoned factory.
You are twenty minutes into the new year by the time you reach the rooftop, out of breath and laughing, just catching the tail end of the fireworks display.
“Wow,” you manage, when you’re not gasping for breath.
“I’m sorry we missed it.”
“No,” you shake your head. From this height, on the very outskirts of the city, you have the most breathtaking night view. “It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?” He smiles fully and you can’t help but do the same.
“I just wish I’d brought a jacket.”
The realisation transforms his face and he’s shrugged off his jacket in the time it takes you to blink at the change. “Take mine.”
The two of you sit in silence on the crates he had prepared for the two of you, a safe distance from the ledge. You sigh, wrapped in the warmth and the smell of him, and the slight flutter in your stomach as you consider his gesture makes you shiver.
“Still cold?” Without revealing that he too is an anxious mess about what has just transpired, Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close under the guise of warming you up, rubbing your arm for good measure. “I’m sorry I missed,” he mutters.
“Mh?” It’s the only sound you can manage with your vocals in nervous knots.
“When I kissed you.” You stop breathing. “I wanted it to be perfect, but then we missed it and then… Well, I missed.”
He planned this?
“It’s okay,” you all but croak.
“Can–” He pulls away to look at you and you try to maintain eye-contact while he wets his lips. “Can I try again?”
You might still be a little out of breath. His lips are so soft against yours, he’s a little too eager and you’re a little nervous too, your mouth is dry but his is warm and the kiss is a mess, but it’s Taehyung.
He takes a moment to look at you after, and you laugh as he seems to consider the kiss, smacking his lips as though sampling a wine.
“Third time’s the charm?” It’s a poor excuse, but he doesn’t mind.