taehyung was tired of listening to the manager telling him what he should or should not do. all because of his reputation on the wall of fame. "you can't have visible
marks on your body" he used to say all the time. "of course you can have relationships but keep the traces of it down". if the fans found out about everything, things
would get bad not only for him but also for the band. if he was having a secret relationship, why couldn't the other members also have? a high level of suspicion
would emerge from the part of the fans if they started askim themselves this. taehyung loved them but some could be a pain in the when they wanted.

the whole "marks" thing started because of one taehyung had on his neck, red, starting to get a little purple. while the manager would complain about this, he could 
only think about what caused that. his hair....green like pistachio ice cream, his skin soft as peach, and his touch....heady but soft as a plum. min yoongi looked
like an angel to taehyung, not like a regular human being, he was so much more.

at the boys dormitory, the rooms were divided ramdomly, and taehyung's was with jimin. there couldn't exist a better person to be his roommate as jimin would leave the room every night and go to jeongguk's, in which he was always alone because he didn't have a roommate. but to be with taehyung, another person always came to the room.

-taehyung-
jimin just left the room and i'm by myself again. i know, i know he's gonna open that door at any moment from now and my heart is beating so fast, i look like a little
teenager waiting at the mall for his companion. it's not like we've never done this kind of secretly but everything about him gives me a rush. i can't stand being here
in this body full of hormones waiting for his casual appearance in my room. i'm lying here in my bed with my pajamas looking at the ceiling and counting the seconds
with my fast heartbeat. after exact 34 seconds jimin had left, min yoongi opens the door, gets inside the room and locks the door. it's not like jimin is coming back
anyway. my legs are numb, my arms are numb, i'm sure i am blushing like crazy right now but i do sit in my bed and stare at the guy standing next to me.
"hey, how are you feeling tonight?" - he whispers softly as he makes me lie down back again and stays by my side
i turn my face and then my whole body to his side, take his hand and place it on my chest so he can feel my heart beating so fast for him, only him.
"you know how i feel when i'm with you" - i said quietly and calm as if my words could somehow break him like a little porcelain doll.
we were both wearing similar pajamas, shorts with random stamps and t-shirts with funny things written on it. 
he touched my hair with his soft fingers and placed his lips on mine. such a light kiss. he turned me with my eyes to the ceiling and stood on me. i could die anytime.

-yoongi-
some could think i was tough and handling all the situation smoothly but i was certainly as excited as taehyung. my heart was beating so fast it could jump out of my body and start running through the room. i kissed him again, and again, then traced a line on his jawline and stopped at his collarbones, where i placed a kiss and  hard, making him moan. i wanted to touch every centimeter of his body and the hickey on his neck was just a mark of my love for that boy and i'm  not gonna stop doing such things because of the manager's "rules", come on. i put my head side-by-side with his and inhale deeply, absorbing his wonderful smell. it's not perfume or something like that, it's just taehyung's scent. soap, and maybe his shampoo, it made me want to be there forever.

-taehyung-
i was just sitting down and yoongi sat on my lap and started taking my shirt off
"are you sure we're gonna do this?" - i said almost stuttering
"just relax, tae. we'll do enough." 
he kissed me and took my shorts off leaving me only with my black boxer. grabbing one of my thighs, he pushed me and started kissing my chest.
"is this okay?" - he stopped and looked up at me searching for approval
"what?"
he got to one of my s and it.
"holy jesus christ! yoongi! geez..." - i almost screamed
"calm down sweetheart, you're gonna wake everyone up. and don't tell me you do not like this."
"okay, just...go slower or else i'm gonna faint here"
he another making me moan and led his kisses to a lower part while he grabbed my . the things he was doing made me arch my back a little , unwittingly.
he started touching my low parts, with his head between my thighs, kissing them, while i held his hair on my hands and pulled a little bit. i pulled him back up and
switched sides, staying on the top. i kissed his forehead, his closed eyes, his blushed cheeks and involved him in a deep kiss, with one hand in each side of his head.
"yoongi." - i said whispering to him on his ear
"what?" - he opened his eyes and touched his nose with mine
"i love you."
i fell to his side on the bed and hugged him doing spooning, intertwining our legs, our feet touching, with my head between his shoulders, inhaling his beautiful smell 
and holding him like a butterfly, that could fly away anytime. a sweet and delicate butterfly.
"i love you." - he whispered
my butterfly.