A shuddering breath was all that Taehyung was able to let out. It was really the only sound he was able to make, those worried brown eyes holding his gaze and stealing all words from his lips.

Yoongi had just confessed to him, reminding him of all those stolen glances at his lips, his smile and the tender feeling of their hands intertwined.

Those words reminded Kim Taehyung of how much he’d come to appreciate, like, and perhaps even…love…Min Yoongi. Shuddering breaths melting into shakey laughter, Taehyung’s head fell forward until it met his boyfriend’s, and his hands s their way down to taking ahold of the elder’s. Fingers fit together and eyes met once again, reminders that neither had spoken into the silence that had broken over them after the confession.

“Am I allowed to make a joke about you becoming a Queen or is that too cheesy?” Like a cracked whipped Yoongi’s knee jerked to knock against Taehyung’s leg, almost in direct contrast to the patented gummy smile that had broken across his façade. “Ah! I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” Taehyung’s words were muffled somewhat by the pout pressed on to his face, but the expression was more for comic effect and based on the pretence of making Yoongi laugh.

His endeavour succeeded as their hand holding served as the only way Taehyung was able to maintain Yoongi’s standing position, pulling him close to save him from tumbling to the floor. “You kept me in suspense for that long just to make some ty joke about marryin’ me?” Yoongi’s eyes were mere crescents at this point and the hiccoughed laugh that filled a space Taehyung had almost forgotten only had him falling further and harder. Sticking out his bottom lip, he nodded, though the lip didn’t stick out for long, it was too hard to fight off his smile. “I take it back.” Yoongi’s voice cut through the light that had become his world and he could feel the darkness creeping its way in.

Smile falling from his face, Taehyung’s grip on his boyfriend’s hands tightened, scared that perhaps if he let go, the man in front of him would disappear. “You do?” He didn’t mean to have his voice sound so deflated but that was the way it was and Taehyung couldn’t muster the energy to hide it.

He’d dropped his gaze so taehyung didn’t see it when Yoongi’s face fell and his smile turned to concern, nor did he see it when he did begin to smile again, but this time a heavier love hanging from his lips with concern still drawn on his brow. “Oh god Taehyung, not seriously. I just meant…” Hands that weren’t his own came to rest on the side of his face, Yoongi’s relatively pale skin glowing with a twilight that belonged to the magical essence that was seeping through his pores. “…I don’t like you. I love you.” he’d barely spoken the last word in those precious three before Taehyung’s head snapped back up and his own eyes turned to crescents and a pure golden aura began to roll of his skin and shoulders.

A silver film stretched between Yoongi’s fingers, translucent and almost glistening as he brought his fingers out in front of him, wiggling them a few times to see if the membrane would break. “I love you too Min Yoongi.” The words came slow and easy and felt right on Taehyung’s lips, uttered as he brought his hands up to slot into Yoongi’s. The membrane did break, instead settling on the back of his hand, spreading up until it met the gold that had racing down his bare forearm.

It wasn’t planned, nor was it unwanted but their lips met, coming together as a natural progression of the emotions that had welled for all too long. Instead of an echo of their kiss before this one was punctured with a rupturing and fluctuation of the energy that was coating their skin and roiling in the air around them. A rush of air ruffled their hair, billowing their robes around their bodies and bringing a brisk chill to their knuckles, but it did not cool the heat that bristled in their kiss.

His lips dusted with a warm smile, Taehyung eventually pulled away from the kiss, fringe pushed back from the artificial wind, and lips swollen red, a fact that prompted a proud smirk in Yoongi.

“So how ‘bout it? I may be a King but that doesn’t mean the nation couldn’t use another.”

AN//

This is strictly the only addition I’m going to make to this ‘verse (at the moment) but Meah has been bugging me for an explanation for the way that Taehyung replied so I wrote this to satisfy her curiosity (and mine tbqh).

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