ing brats.  

“So Taehyung hyung--”

“Just Taehyung is fine.” The brunette smiles.

“Taehyung. Do you have a boyfriend?” Jeongguk chuckled, making the Yoongi choke.

“Wow. Real ing smooth, Jeongguk-ah.” Yoongi grumbled as he leaned into his fist with a scowl.

“Smoother than you, all you do is tell me we're not on a date.” Taehyung shrugged.

Yoongi just grunted in response as Jeongguk smirked.

“And no, I don't. I'm supposed to be on a date right now but he's being a bigger than he’ll ever have.” Taehyung pouted, leaning his cheek onto his fist.

“Well, maybe I can take you out and I’ll play nice with you.” Jeongguk winked, drawing out a sweet laugh from Taehyung. 

“You're cute.” The brunette smiled his stupidly ing adorable boxed smile that showed off all his teeth and turned his eyes into crescents. Then he pinched Jeongguk’s cheek, whose face fell from being treated like a child. As usual.

Yoongi huffed, mumbling out a “Of course he's cute, he's a fetus with a man’s body.” This, however, didn't go unheard by the other two.

“So basically your compared to the rest of your body, Yoongi-ssi?” Jeongguk said casually, and Taehyung spluttered, choking on his laughter.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the ing child with balls of steel. 

First of all-- how dare he. 

Second of all-- how ing dare he.

Third of ing all-- Ouch. His isn’t small, so why do people keep making fun of the size?

“Watch it, brat. Who do you think you're talking to?”

Jeongguk merely smirked with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“I don't have to be nice to you to work for you, Yoongi-ssi. You know you need a vocalist and I could get a job anywhere.” 

“Okay, listen here you fetus . I am older than you.”

“You're point? It's like what, four years of a difference?”

“Four and a half. What're you doing in a club hitting on older men, go away.” 

“I'm twenty years old, it's legal.”

“You're like twelve, shut the up.”

“Yoongi-ssi--”

“Yoongi-sunbaenim.”

“You told me you didn’t like being called that--”

“Listen here, you little --”

Taehyung, who was sitting between the two men furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. How did this conversation even get to the topic of age difference and babies? Jeongguk worked for Yoongi? Taehyung’s brain was beginning to hurt.

So he tuned them out, just watching the pretty men argue-- more specifically their facial expressions.

Damn, the things those stares could do to him. Shame.

“--right, Taehyung?”

“What-”

“Shut your coconut lookin’ the up, we’re on a date and we have places to be.” Yoongi gritted out as he grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and pulled him out of the bar.

“Hey--”

“We’re going somewhere.” Yoongi cut him off and dragged Taehyung off, sighing when Taehyung finally caved to being directed through the city.

“So, it is a date.”

“I don't date.”

“But you said--”

“No. It's just rude to flirt with other people when you're hanging out.”

Yoongi sighed as he watched Taehyung and Jeongguk flirt across the table.

ing brats.   

“So Taehyung hyung--”

“Just Taehyung is fine.” The brunette smiles.

“Taehyung. Do you have a boyfriend?” Jeongguk chuckled, making the Yoongi choke.

“Wow. Real ing smooth, Jeongguk-ah.” Yoongi grumbled as he leaned into his fist with a scowl.

“Smoother than you, all you do is tell me we're not on a date.” Taehyung shrugged.

Yoongi just grunted in response as Jeongguk smirked.

“And no, I don't. I'm supposed to be on a date right now but he's being a bigger than he’ll ever have.” Taehyung pouted, leaning his cheek onto his fist.

“Well, maybe I can take you out and I’ll play nice with you.” Jeongguk winked, drawing out a sweet laugh from Taehyung.

“You're cute.” The brunette smiled his stupidly ing adorable boxed smile that showed off all his teeth and turned his eyes into crescents. Then he pinched Jeongguk’s cheek, whose face fell from being treated like a child. As usual.

Yoongi huffed, mumbling out a “Of course he's cute, he's a fetus with a man’s body.” This, however, didn't go unheard by the other two.

“So basically your compared to the rest of your body, Yoongi-ssi?” Jeongguk said casually, and Taehyung spluttered, choking on his laughter.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the ing child with balls of steel.

First of all-- how dare he.

Second of all-- how ing dare he.

Third of ing all-- Ouch. His isn’t small, so why do people keep making fun of the size?

“Watch it, brat. Who do you think you're talking to?”

Jeongguk merely smirked with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“I don't have to be nice to you to work for you, Yoongi-ssi. You know you need a vocalist and I could get a job anywhere.”

“Okay, listen here you fetus . I am older than you.”

“You're point? It's like what, four years of a difference?”

“Four and a half. What're you doing in a club hitting on older men, go away.”

“I'm twenty years old, it's legal.”

“You're like twelve, shut the up.”

“Yoongi-ssi--”

“Yoongi-sunbaenim.”

“You told me you didn’t like being called that--”

“Listen here, you little --”

Taehyung, who was sitting between the two men furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. How did this conversation even get to the topic of age difference and babies? Jeongguk worked for Yoongi? Taehyung’s brain was beginning to hurt.

So he tuned them out, just watching the pretty men argue-- more specifically their facial expressions.

Damn, the things those stares could do to him. Shame.

“--right, Taehyung?”

“What-”

“Shut your coconut lookin’ the up, we’re on a date and we have places to be.” Yoongi gritted out as he grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and pulled him out of the bar.

“Hey--”

“We’re going somewhere.” Yoongi cut him off and dragged Taehyung off, sighing when Taehyung finally caved to being directed through the city.

“So, it is a date.”

“I don't date.”

“But you said--”

“No. It's just rude to flirt with other people when you're hanging out.”

“Jealous?”

“I-- no. Annoyed.”

Taehyung gave Yoongi a eating grin and the raven just scoffed, tugging the younger a little harder.

When they were climbing up a flight of stairs, Taehyung let out a shaky laugh, the height irking him.

“Are you going to push me off? Is that what we came here for?”

“Shut up and just watch.” the raven grunted.

With that, the two men made their way up the flight of stairs, a somehow comfortable silence between them. Once they reached the top of the tower, now on a large platform, Yoongi nudged Taehyung toward the railing.

“Are you seriously going to push me off?? I know I made fun of your , but I’m sorry-- not really but--”

“Do you ever shut the up?” Yoongi barked, immediately silencing Taehyung. Surprisingly.

“Nice, right?” Yoongi asked but there was no answer.

“Taehyung?”

He looked over to see the younger with his eyes squeezed shut, face pale as he squeezed the railing, knuckles even whiter. It was concerning.

“Taehy--”

“I’mfineIjustcannotbelievethissightwowohwowiewowzersthisisgorgeousbutIthinkI’mdonenowcanwegonow?”

“Are you-- are you scared of heigh--”

“nO, WHATGAVEYOUTHATIDEATHAT’SPROPOSTEROUSMESCAREDOFHEIGHTSNOWAYIABSOLUTELYLOVEBEINGHIGHABOVEGROUNDWHEREICOULDQUITEPOSSIBLYFALLTOMYVERYUNPLEASANTANDGRUESOMEDEATH.”

And that was the first time Taehyung heard Yoongi laugh-- a genuine and hearty laugh. He cracked his eyes open (not before turning his head away from the horrid sight below him, mind you) and saw the gummiest and most cute smile on the elder’s face.

Boy oh boy if he wasn’t already flustered, sweaty, and near a heart attack he sure was now.

“D-don’t laugh!” Taehyung huffed, earning more laughter from the raven.

“N-no, I’m not-- I’m not laughing because it’s funny-- it’s just--” Yoongi opened his eyes and looked up from the view, gaze teary from laughter now set on Taehyung, along with his childish smile.

“You’re cute.”

Taehyung spluttered and nearly fell over the damn railing, deciding that this side of Yoongi was more likely to kill him than the height.

“I-- you-- smile-- cute-- I-” the brunette stuttered.

Yoongi laughed again before he wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s waist, tugging him into his side.

“I gotcha.” he chuckled and Taehyung honestly just-- he wanted to dive head first over the railing because heart attacks aren’t very pleasant. Not at all.

For the very first time, Taehyung enjoyed being atop a structure of heightly death.

The night was spent with the two exchanging stories, witty banter, and Taehyung making fun of Yoongi’s .

Again.

And again.

And again.

But when Taehyung’s body limped against Yoongi’s and his eyelids fluttered shut and open as he fought to stay awake, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to resent the night he could’ve spent at the bar. The night he could’ve ed someone into his mattress. The night he could’ve drank whiskey.

Taehyung shivered against him and Yoongi sighed as he slid his coat off and wrapped it around the younger.

It was when Yoongi brushed the hair out of Taehyung’s hair and began to play with it that he realized,

“. I’m getting attached.”