taegi with fem taehyung please!
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
Yoongi stiffens. The girl that sits besides him with her head resting on his shoulder had honestly surprised him. It’d been so quiet between them as they shared a cigarette with their feet dangling over the ledge of the room they were sat on, he never expected such a random question from Taehyung. Well at least not right now.
“Of course I have I am almost twenty, you know.”
Taehyung’s short, bobbed, lavender hair tickles his chin as she shifts with her giggles. Yoongi would never say it out loud because Namjoon might actually kill him for thinking of his little sister in such a way but Yoongi found the sound to be the cutest thing in the world.
“Why do you ask?”
Their fingers brush when she takes the cigarette from Yoongi’s hand to bring the filter to her own mouth and Yoongi tries not to think about how they’re basically kissing already as they share the smoke. He listens to the way Taehyung takes in the last drag before letting the used up filter fall to the ground below them and watches the smoke that blankets them as she exhales.
“I don’t know, I mean, you’re handsome so I was just wondering.”
“Have you ever been kissed?”
Taehyung lets an almost silent giggle leave her lips and Yoongi’s stomach warms as she moves back to look at him. The baby blue of Taehyung’s contacts along with her almost glowing tan skin makes the girl look unreal, almost fairy like, and Yoongi’s breath hitches. Taehyung was always a beauty too movie like in Yoongi’s eyes. Everything from the girl’s cute nose to her boxed shaped smile, the normally chocolate colored orbs, if you looked up the definition of stunning Taehyung’s picture would be right besides the word. Yoongi would actually fight anyone that disagreed.
“Nah. Don’t you remember? I promised oppa could have my first kiss.”
Of course Yoongi remembers. It’s more like how could he forget? Back during Taehyung’s fourteenth birthday when she’d begged for a kiss, at the time Yoongi had been eighteen already and told her she’d have to wait until she was older. Yoongi remembers the way Taehyung pouted but promised she would wait, promised her first and last kiss would belong to Yoongi. He can’t help but chuckle when he also thinks back to how red Namjoon’s face was at the thought of his little sister kissing his best friend.
Taehyung sighs and catches Yoongi off guard yet again when she brings one of her legs over his own until she’s seated fully on Yoongi’s lap. It’s dangerous with how close to the edge they are but they both know Yoongi would never let Taehyung fall. Not without following her at least. His hands easily hold onto her slightly curvy hips and he forces himself to ignore the way he can feel warmth on his thighs. Clearly Taehyung had forgotten she was in a short pleated black skirt.
“If you didn’t catch my hint, oppa, I was asking you to kiss me.”
“I know brat I was getting to it.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and presses his lips to Taehyung’s. They’re soft, and plump, with a hint of her bubleyum lip gloss she loves to use. Honestly Yoongi couldn’t think of a better kiss. He feels Taehyung’s grin against his mouth as he nips at her bottom lip and when he shivers at the whimper he pulls from her she pulls back to giggle playfully.
“You know you can’t kiss anyone else now right?”
His hands squeeze at her hips as she rest her chin on his shoulder and he lowers his lips to the top of her hair.
“Because you’re mine of course.”
Really though, there was nothing else Yoongi rather be.