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“Hey,” Taehyung breathes, leaning into Jimin’s side, “look at that guy with the ears.”
Beside him, Jimin turns and stares at Taehyung in confusion. “What?”
“There,” Taehyung says, nodding to the corner. Jimin turns his head to look and Taehyung grabs him, tugging Jimin back against his side. “Oh my god, don’t be so obvious.”
“Get off me,” Jimin huffs, rolling his eyes and extricating himself from Taehyung’s grip. “What am I looking at?” He turns, thankfully a little more subtly, and peers at the corner Taehyung indicated. “Hobi hyung?”
“No, I - he doesn’t have ears, Jimin.”
Jimin blinks at him as if Taehyung has gone insane. “Of course he has ears.”
“Please,” Taehyung whines. “The guy he’s with, with the ears.”
The ears. Fuck. The guy Hoseok is talking to is cute and he’s - well… He’s stepped out of Taehyung’s fantasies and straight into this Halloween party. He’s in a black t-shirt and tight black jeans. On his head is a pair of fluffy black cat ears and there’s a tail hanging behind him.
Ears . Fluffy ears that look so, so soft, poking out of his sleek black hair.
And Taehyung can see, even though he’s side on to him, that he has a little circle of black paint on his nose like a cat nose, and dark lines on his cheeks for whiskers. It’s so fucking cute and Taehyung wants to scream. The guy pouts as he talks, pink lips pushed out, looking so kissable. A kitten. Taehyung wants to scream.
“Yoongi hyung?” Jimin asks, breaking through Taehyung’s thoughts.
“Who?”
Jimin rolls his eyes and Taehyung is surprised that Jimin’s eyes haven’t gotten stuck like that with how often he does it. “In the cat ears right? That’s Min Yoongi. He’s Namjoon’s roommate.”
“Oh.”
It makes sense then. Jimin’s new boyfriend’s roommate. Jimin has mentioned him a few times. A sleepy eyed guy who didn’t say much, mostly kept to himself. He distinctly remembers Jimin saying something about him looking like a cat. Clearly that was not a lie.
“He’s a cat,” Taehyung blurts, eyes still fixed on the guy - Yoongi’s - pouty lips and whiskered cheeks.
“Uh.” Jimin squints at the corner and then turns to Taehyung again. “Yeah, I guess?"
“No, like…” Taehyung licks his lips, shuffling a little closer. “Is he a cat?”
Jimin scowls and leans away a little, the sequins on his costume sparkling in the light. “Taehyung, what are you saying to me?”
“Is he a catboy?” Taehyung asks, eyes wide and boring into Jimin’s.
There’s a beat of silence as Jimin stares at him, nonplussed. Slowly, he lifts his drink, taking a long sip. “Taehyungie, did you eat any of the brownies in the kitchen?”
“No.” Taehyung frowns. “Why?”
Jimin frowns right back at him. “Drink any of the punch?”
Taehyung shakes his head, glancing down at his cup that holds only cola.
“And you - you think Min Yoongi is a catboy?”
Taehyung nods.
“Well.” Jimin lifts his drink again, draining the rest of the liquid in one swallow. “I need another drink.”
---
It wasn’t even Taehyung’s idea to come to this party. Jimin had practically dragged him along, saying the Halloween party at Seokjin’s apartment would be fun. Taehyung knew Jimin just wanted him there for moral support, still a little nervous about his new relationship with Namjoon. But Jimin and Namjoon came in a couple’s costume as magician and (sexy) assistant, so Taehyung doesn’t think he needs to worry.
And now Jimin has abandoned him and he needs to stop staring at the catboy in the corner before he notices. Spotting Seokjin and Jungkook on the couch, Taehyung makes his way over.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets, plopping down between them.
Seokjin glares, steadying his cup as Taehyung jostles him. “Excuse you.”
“Wanna play?” Jungkook asks, seemingly unbothered by the interruption.
Taehyung glances at the coffee table in front of them. It’s covered in playing cards, set up in a pattern that Taehyung can’t seem to decipher. Some new drinking game Jungkook invented, no doubt.
“Uh, no thanks.” He shifts, sipping his cup of soda. “I just, uh…”
“What?” Seokjin asks, nudging him in the side.
“Do you know Yoongi?”
“Oh! Yeah!” Jungkook responds. “Yoongi hyung is so nice, the other morning he made me coffee when I was at his, Namjoon hyung, and Hobi hyung’s apartment.”
There’s a beat of silence, Taehyung and Seokjin exchanging a quick look.
Clearing his throat, Seokjin leans around Taehyung. “Why were you at their apartment in the morning, Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s cheeks immediately flush a deep pink, his eyes widening. “I wasn’t.”
“But you just -”
Jungkook stands abruptly, cutting Taehyung off. “I need to pee.” He hurries away before they can stop him.
“He knows we know, right?” Taehyung asks.
Seokjin shrugs. “He thinks they’re being sneaky.”
“They literally kissed at the door when Jungkook got here,” Taehyung points out.
Another shrug. “I think Kookie likes sneaking around.” Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows. “You know.”
“Gross.”
They sit in silence for a moment before Seokjin shifts, facing him more directly. “Anyway, why were you asking about Yoongi?”
“Oh.” Taehyung blinks, trying to refocus. “You know him?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees. “Yoongi and I are friends. He’s a nice guy, kind of quiet, but really sweet and silly when you get to know him.”
“Like a cat.”
Seokjin stares at him, blinking owlishly. “Excuse me?”
“He’s like a cat,” Taehyung repeats.
“Uh…” Seokjin trails off, looking confused. “I guess?”
“Okay, yeah. He’s…” Taehyung leans forward and Seokjin leans back. “Is he a cat?”
Silence, Seokjin looks slightly frightened. “Taehyung-ah,” he begins gently. “Did you just ask me if Min Yoongi is a cat?”
“Cat boy?” Taehyung suggests weakly.
Seokjin sighs and takes a long gulp from his cup. “I think you need to stop drinking.”
“It’s soda.”
“Maybe you should start drinking then.”
---
After Seokjin practically laughs him off the couch, Taehyung wanders away, finding Jungkook hiding in the kitchen.
“Hey,” Taehyung greets. “You good?”
Jungkook nods, stirring his drink with a bendy straw. “Does everyone know about…” he trails off.
“We don’t know anything,” Taehyung says immediately. He doesn’t really know why Jungkook doesn’t want people to know that he and Hoseok are together, or whatever they’re doing. Maybe they’re just messing around, maybe Jungkook is shy about it, or maybe it is a sex thing.
“Thanks hyung,” Jungkook says, flashing him a bright smile. “Why were you asking about Yoongi hyung?”
“He’s cute.”
Jungkook’s smile grows. “He is cute. You should talk to him.”
“Yeah, I – maybe.” Taehyung steps a little closer. “Listen, those ears. Is he… you know?”
“Uh.” Jungkook squints at him before cocking an eyebrow. “Into pet play?”
“No, well… I mean…”
“Not everyone is as kinky as you,” Jungkook responds. “How would I know that?”
“Shut up,” Taehyung snaps. “I’m not kinky, I just like catboys.”
Jungkook stares at him, looking disgusted. “Yoongi is a human boy.”
“Okay, right.” Taehyung nods along. “But, you know, what if…”
Hoseok chooses that minute to appear in the doorway. “What are we talking about?”
He walks over to Jungkook and loops an arm around his waist. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way Jungkook sidles closer and seems to preen.
“Taehyung thinks Yoongi is a cat.”
“Well,” Hoseok begins, seeming to consider. “He is pretty cat-like.”
“No like, for real.”
Taehyung glares as Hoseok blinks in confusion. “Shut up.”
Hoseok turns to him, looking concerned. “Tae, sweetie, did you eat any of the brownies?
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Taehyung snaps, turning and stalking out of the kitchen.
Though his dramatic exit doesn’t feel as much like a victory when he nearly collides with the (cat) boy in question in the hallway. Taehyung side steps, locking eyes with Yoongi as they pass. His eyes are dark, feline, seeming to bore right into him. They look sleepy but sharp, intelligent and calculating.
Taehyung hopes Yoongi didn’t hear anything he said. He tries to smile, thinks it probably looks more like a grimace. His eyes slide from Yoongi’s eyes to his pretty pink lips, slightly parted, and then back up to his hair. His hair, and the cat ears perched atop his head.
“You have something in your hair,” Taehyung blurts.
Yoongi stops in his tracks and blinks, looking confused by Taehyung’s outburst. “Excuse me?” His voice is low and deep, almost a purr. Fuck.
“You, uh…” he trails off, lifting a hand to Yoongi’s hair. There’s nothing in his hair but Taehyung just – he just needs to –
His fingers brush the soft, fluffy fur of one of the ears. “You have a fuzz,” he finishes.
The ear is soft, but is it soft enough? It doesn’t move but like… it could be real… right?
Taehyung wonders if they would twitch when Taehyung fucked him. He could bury his hands in that dark hair and tug, tickling those ears, watching them twitch and flatten. And the tail… pulling it to hear Yoongi yowl, watch him arch and purr and –
Yoongi looks confused and leans back a little, Taehyung immediately pulls his hand back. “Thanks, dude,” Yoongi mumbles, giving him one last suspicious look before stepping past him.
“Any time,” Taehyung croaks, trying to flash Yoongi another smile that he’s sure looks pained.
---
“His ears are soft.”
“What?” Namjoon asks, startling and nearly dropping his drink as Taehyung appears behind him.
Jimin sighs, leaning into Namjoon’s side as Taehyung pouts at them. “He thinks Yoongi is a cat.”
“Ah.” Namjoon nods. “Well, hyung has often been compared to a cat. He likes naps and has a lot of similar mannerisms. I could see how -”
“No, babe,” Jimin interrupts. “He thinks Yoongi is a cat.”
Namjoon seems to get it this time. “Oh.” He scrunches his nose, eyebrows furrowing. “Well… huh.”
“Catboys could be real,” Taehyung argues. “Like werewolves!”
“Taehyung,” Jimin sounds exasperated now, “werewolves are not real.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Taehyung frowns at his best friend. “What about vampires?”
“Nope.”
“Aliens?”
“Well,” Namjoon begins, “there’s a possibility that -”
“Nope,” Jimin interrupts. “No witches or goblins or anything either. No catboys.”
Taehyung can’t help his pout. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m a hell of a lot of fun,” Jimin huffs, puffing up in annoyance.
“Honestly,” Namjoon cuts in, voice gentle, trying to diffuse the situation, “Yoongi’s really nice. Why don’t you try talking to him?”
Rolling his eyes, Taehyung drains the last of his soda and walks away.
---
Realistically, logically, Taehyung knows that Yoongi isn’t a cat. Obviously it doesn’t make sense, it’s a Halloween costume. And yet… and yet he looks so cute. Sweet and soft and Taehyung wants to make him purr.
So of course, when Taehyung slips into the hallway leading to Seokjin’s room and the bathroom, head filled with thoughts of purring pretty boys, that’s exactly who he sees. Yoongi is standing in the hallway, facing away from Taehyung and looking down at his phone. His fluffy black tail hangs down between his legs, looking so soft and enticing. It’s peeking just from the top of his jeans, it could be…
Without thinking, Taehyung reaches out, curling his fingers around the fur and tugging.
Yoongi spins around, slapping Taehyung’s hand away. “Hey!” He huffs, scowling. “What the fuck, man?”
“I -” Taehyung has no idea how to explain this, and faced with Yoongi again up close, pretty even while scowling, Taehyung’s brain shuts down. “Sorry.”
“You’re the guy from before,” Yoongi mumbles, almost to himself. His frown slips a little, but he still looks wary. “What are you doing?”
And because Taehyung’s brain is still attempting to reboot, there’s no way he can be held responsible for the next words that come out of his mouth. “Are you a cat?” he blurts.
“What?”
Shit. Taehyung’s brain is now back online and going into panic mode. He can fix this, he can salvage this somehow. Swallowing hard, he tries to seem normal. Tries. “I’m Taehyung.”
There’s a beat of silence and then – “Yoongi.”
“I like your costume,” Taehyung continues.
Yoongi still looks wary, he squints at Taehyung as if he can’t quite figure out his angle. “Thank you?”
“Is it real?” Clearly Taehyung cannot be normal.
“Did you just ask me if I’m a catboy?”
Taehyung cringes internally, wondering if he could get around Yoongi and leap through the window at the end of the hall. “Maybe?”
Yoongi blinks and cocks his head. He gives Taehyung a full up and down, slow and appraising, and then smirks, eyes darkening. “Wanna find out?”
---
And, okay, well, this is – this is unexpected. But not unwelcome. Not unwelcome with the way Yoongi is pushing Taehyung up against the bathroom door, the two of them locked inside. Yoongi is so close, pressing against him to lick into Taehyung’s mouth. His lips are so soft, so warm, sweet with juice or grenadine or something and Taehyung feels dizzy.
Taehyung lets his hands roam, over Yoongi’s waist, along his back, dipping to brush over the tail peeking from his waistband. Their heads tilt, tongues tangling, and everything is hot and wet. Yoongi kisses Taehyung with an intensity he didn’t expect, sucking at his tongue and nipping his lips until Taehyung thinks he might explode.
It’s probably embarrassing, how fucking hard he is already. But how can he help it? Yoongi is in his arms, kissing him breathless and pressing so close against him. And Taehyung can tell he’s not the only one affected, not when Yoongi grinds against him, pressing the heat of his erection against Taehyung’s hip through their jeans.
Taehyung pulls him closer, fitting the line of their bodies together and slips his hands beneath Yoongi’s shirt. As his fingers brush over smooth, warm skin, he tries not to be disappointed when he finds that the tail wraps around his waist like a belt.
They part with a pop, Yoongi pulling back and looking up at Taehyung through his lashes. His eyes are hooded, cheeks pink and lips slick and swollen. The drawn whiskers and button nose are smudged, making him look debauched. Taehyung wants to bend him over the bathtub and make him scream.
“You’re so hot,” Taehyung gasps, trying to catch his breath.
Yoongi chuckles, smiling at him, all teeth and gums and creased eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself.” His hands sweep over Taehyung’s ribs and down to his hips, fingers just dipping beneath his waistband, tugging at the button of his pants. “Can I suck you off?”
“Please.” Taehyung nods, cock throbbing in against his zipper. “Holy shit.”
Deft fingers tug at the fastenings of his pants and Yoongi sinks to his knees, sliding Taehyung’s pants and boxers down with him. Taehyung is so glad he wore the fuzzy sweatshirt with bear ears as a costume instead of the onesie Jimin told him to wear. How would he get his dick sucked in a teddy bear onesie?
Trick question, he would not.
Yoongi settles on the tile between Taehyung’s legs, licking his lips as he stares at Taehyung’s hard cock, flushed and leaking before his lips.
“Can the – can you -”
Yoongi looks up at him, licking his lips again, soft and pink and so kissable. “What is it baby?”
Baby .
“Will you – will you keep the cat ears on?” He’ll beg if he has to. “Please?”
The smile Yoongi gives him is wicked. His fingers wrap around Taehyung’s cock then, squeezing the base and making Taehyung gasp. “Sure babe,” Yoongi murmurs. “Whatever you want.”
And then Yoongi’s mouth is on him and Taehyung forgets how to think. That sweet pink tongue flicks out, laving kitten licks over the head of his cock, lapping teasingly at his slit. Yoongi hums to himself, clearly pleased, as he places messy, open-mouthed kisses along Taehyung’s length before returning to the head.
Taehyung groans when Yoongi’s lips part, sliding easily over the tip of his cock. He suckles at the head, humming again as his tongue teases Taehyung’s frenulum. That pretty pink mouth sinks over him, Yoongi’s eyes fluttering closed as he takes Taehyung nearly fully into his mouth, lips meeting his fingers still curled around the base.
When he starts to move, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, Taehyung is half convinced he’s going to die. His toes curl in his shoes, pleasure spiraling through his veins to coil hot and heavy in his belly. Taehyung brings a trembling hand to Yoongi’s hair, carding his fingers through silky, dark strands. His thumb brushes one fluffy ear and he can feel his cock twitching on Yoongi’s tongue.
It’s all so much, wet and messy as Yoongi moves, mouth so hot and tight around him. His hand strokes what he doesn’t fit in his mouth, sliding over Taehyung’s cock every time Yoongi pulls back. It feels amazing, surely better than anything Taehyung has experienced before. He can’t stop desperate moans from spilling from his lips, fitting his other hand over his mouth to try to keep them in.
He’s very aware, no matter how fucking good it feels, that they are in the bathroom at Seokjin’s apartment and there is a party going on just outside the door. The last thing they need is to get caught with their pants, literally, down.
The way Yoongi sounds has Taehyung waiting to cry. Hums and moans around his cock, sending vibrations straight to Taehyung’s core, all of it sounding like the sweetest little purrs. Taehyung watches the way Yoongi’s mouth stretches around his cock, his lips taut and red, slickness glistening in the bathroom lights.
Taehyung is not prepared for the way Yoongi looks when he looks up at him. Eyes fluttering open, rolling up to peer at Taehyung from beneath his lashes. Eyes glassy with lust, slightly teary, cheeks so pink. Looking so sweet and soft despite Taehyung’s cock stuffed into his mouth.
The whiskers smudged along his cheeks are too much. Maybe they’re what sends him over the edge, Taehyung isn’t sure. All he knows is that he comes embarrassingly fast. Quieting his groan into his hand, Taehyung bites down on his palm as he spills over Yoongi’s tongue, entire body twitching with the force of his release.
Yoongi’s hum this time is deep and pleased, eyes fluttering closed again as he licks Taehyung clean. He laps up Taehyung’s release, tongue swirling until Taehyung is whining from over sensitivity. When Yoongi leans back, Taehyung is quick to drag him back to his feet and crash their mouths together.
He can taste himself on Yoongi’s tongue, the salty musk of his cum mixed with the sweet juice from Yoongi’s mixed drinks. It shouldn’t be good, shouldn’t be sexy, but it makes Taehyung groan. Yoongi’s tongue presses into his mouth and Taehyung holds him close, not caring that his pants are still down, softening dick out, as he nibbles at Yoongi’s swollen lips.
They break apart to breathe, Taehyung desperate for oxygen before his brain shuts down. Their foreheads press together, noses brushing as they pant against each other’s lips.
“What do you want?” Taehyung rasps. “Want me to suck you off?”
Yoongi groans, eyes closing and nose scrunching. He ruts against Taehyung’s leg, jeans sliding against Taehyung’s bare thigh, the outline of his hard cock evident through the denim. “Like your hands,” Yoongi breathes. “Want your fingers.”
Taehyung’s oxygen-deprived brain threatens to shut down permanently at Yoongi’s words.
“Please?” Yoongi whispers, leans closer, lips dragging sticky wet against Taehyung’s.
It’s Taehyung’s turn to groan, nodding eagerly. He’ll do anything Yoongi asks, anything to make him feel good, have him purring like a kitten. Taehyung grips Yoongi’s waist and turns him around, pressing him into the vanity.
“Do you have lube?” Taehyung asks, pulling his pants back up but not bothering to fasten them.
“No,” Yoongi croaks, arching his back as Taehyung begins working his pants open.
Taehyung tugs Yoongi’s pants and briefs down his legs, exposing him to the room. He shoves the fluffy black tail out of the way and stares down at Yoongi’s ass. It’s gorgeous, firm and round, dusted pretty pink like the rest of him. Taehyung wouldn’t mind getting his mouth on him.
“There’s - ah -” Yoongi cuts off, arching further into Taehyung’s touch as his palms slide over the swell of Yoongi’s ass. “There’s lotion there.” He nods to the corner of the sink
Reaching around Yoongi, Taehyung picks up the bottle. It’s unscented at least, but he’s not entirely sure if they can use it internally. “I’m not sure this is -”
“Don’t care,” Yoongi interrupts. “Need you in me.”
And fuck, who is Taehyung to argue with that? He swears colorfully, squirting some of the lotion onto his fingers. He rubs his fingers together to warm it, using his other hand to press Yoongi into the sink, bending him forward for a better angle.
Glancing up, Taehyung can see them both in the mirror, see the black makeup from Yoongi’s whiskers smeared on both of their faces. Yoongi is watching him with dark, lust-clouded eyes. It makes his spent cock twitch in his boxers.
Swallowing hard, Taehyung returns his attention to the plushness of Yoongi’s ass. He slides his hand from Yoongi’s back to cup one cheek, palming him and squeezing to see the skin pinken more. Taehyung bets he would mark up beautifully. Maybe he can find out some day…
Yoongi makes an impatient sound, half a whine, and Taehyung refocuses. He grips Yoongi’s ass cheek, pulling him apart to expose his hole. Pretty and dusky pink, fluttering as Taehyung ghosts a thumb over him, tugs lightly.
His first finger sinks in easily, sliding in smoothly to the knuckle as Yoongi moans, head falling forward. Yoongi’s body feels so hot, sucking Taehyung’s finger in, eager for him. He strokes slowly along Yoongi’s walls, wiggling his finger to loosen the tight ring of muscle so he can press another finger into him.
Yoongi hiccups out a gasp as Taehyung slides a second finger into him. It slides in almost as easily as the first and Taehyung bites his lip, watching his two fingers sink into Yoongi’s entrance. His rim stretches around the intrusion, pretty and pink, shiny from the lotion.
“Enough lube?” Taehyung asks, spreading his fingers slightly.
“Yeah,” Yoongi croaks, his hands curling around the edge of the sink. “S’good.”
That’s all the encouragement Taehyung needs to begin moving his fingers. He thrusts them in and out shallowly, dragging along Yoongi’s walls. He angles them, hitching Yoongi up just barely onto his toes for a better angle, searching for -
“Ah,” Yoongi gasps, body shuddering as Taehyung’s fingers press into his prostate.
Taehyung doesn’t let up, pressing his fingers in and out, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust. He loves the way Yoongi shakes when he presses his fingers in hard, the pads of his fingers rubbing into his prostate. Yoongi whimpers and a moan spills past his lips.
“Shh,” Taehyung breathes, fitting himself against Yoongi’s back to nuzzle into his neck. “We have to be quiet.”
Though Taehyung can’t deny how badly he wants to hear Yoongi’s noises. Wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s sure Yoongi would make as Taehyung takes him apart. How easy it would be to slip in a third finger and then push his cock into him, fuck Yoongi open against the sink, listen to him beg for more.
If only… But now - now is not the time. Because there’s a living room full of people and eventually one of them will need to use the bathroom.
Taehyung hopes they locked the door.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to be able to quiet his sounds, still moaning as Taehyung circles his fingers inside of him. Glancing up at the mirror, Taehyung sees Yoongi’s eyes squeezed closed, nose scrunched and lips parted, tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth.
And that seems like an invitation.
He removes his hand from Yoongi’s ass cheek and brings it up to his face, shoving two fingers into his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes open, widening in surprise, and their gazes lock in the mirror. There’s a pause, Yoongi’s ass clenching around his fingers, dark eyes blinking prettily, and then his lips close around Taehyung’s digits and he starts to suck.
It works to quiet him, Yoongi sucking messily on his fingers, whimpering and mewling around them as Taehyung redoubles his efforts with his other hand. Yoongi is trembling against the sink, arching his neck for Taehyung to nip and suck at his neck. He’ll probably leave marks, but Taehyung doesn’t care right now. All he cares about is the way Yoongi is shaking, how Taehyung can feel him teetering on the edge.
Detaching his lips from Yoongi’s neck, Taehyung peers into the mirror again. His fingers press down hard, working over the bundle of nerves and Yoongi chokes around his fingers. He opens his eyes, teary eyes meeting Taehyung’s own in the mirror.
Yoongi comes untouched, cock spurting messily over the sink as he trembles in Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung is pretty sure he’s never had a partner come untouched before, he doesn’t think he’s ever had it happen to himself, so the sight is enough to have his cock chubbing up again. He tries to force it away, now is not the time for round two.
He keeps his fingers working, slow circles against Yoongi’s swollen prostate, milking his orgasm. Yoongi shakes, whimpering and gagging on Taehyung’s fingers, drool spilling from his lips as he rides out his release. When he begins whining in earnest, squirming in Taehyung’s arms, Taehyung finally withdraws his fingers.
Yoongi slumps against the sink, breathing out a quiet holy fuck that has Taehyung preening a little. With a groan, Yoongi pushes himself up, wobbly legs barely supporting him. They shuffle around a little awkwardly, cleaning up and tucking themselves away, fastening their jeans. Taehyung washes his hands and Yoongi wipes off his makeup, holding Taehyung’s chin to gently clean it off his cheeks after.
Turning back to the sink, Yoongi washes his hands, eyes lifting to meet Taehyung’s in the mirror. “So,” he begins, “are you disappointed I’m not a catboy?”
Taehyung grins, stepping closer so he’s nearly pressed to Yoongi’s back. “I'm still not sure you aren’t.” He reaches up, adjusting the cat ears on Yoongi’s rumpled hair. “Probably need more research."
“Oh yeah?” Yoongi turns, leaning back against the sink and smiling up at him. “What’s the next step?”
“Well…” Taehyung smiles, curling his fingers in Yoongi’s belt loops and tugging him closer. Yoongi moves easily, returning the smile as his arms wind around Taehyung’s neck. “I thought maybe -”
A pounding starts on the bathroom door, interrupting Taehyung’s words and making them both jump.
“Kim Taehyung!” Seokjin’s voice is loud and annoyed. “Are you fucking in my bathroom?”
Taehyung meets Yoongi’s surprised gaze, both of them wide eyed. Then Yoongi breaks, giggling, and Taehyung smiles.
“Maybe I could buy you dinner?”
Yoongi snorts, arms tightening around Taehyung’s neck. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Convenience store gimbap?”
“That,” Yoongi breathes, leaning in to press their lips together, “sounds purrfect.”