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Yoongi is sure he has no misperceptions about his genre and sexual preferences. Still, he is currently in the process of dressing as a girl, when he is a boy by nature, is kinda simple the why. He is curious and why not? It’s his life and body.
The dress he is now buttoning is actually a gift from his stylish, Seokjin. Yoongi is almost sure the man has some kink –he already made Yoongi's hair pink to match the shade of the dress as well. He puts in on, luckily it reaches till his knees, he checks himself in the mirror and sighs. Maybe is stupid of him to be doing this but he just wants to try it. He goes into his closet till he finds a hat that goes with the dress and sighs again. He is not about to acknowledge just yet that he is actually smiling to his reflection in the full size mirror. He finds some small colorful snickers and takes one of his smaller backpacks. If he’s going to do this he’s going to do it all the way.
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Yoongi knows he looks like a girl and that he is pretty much –pretty, because so far, from his home to the mall, he has got two guys and a granny complimenting him. So it’s all good.
It’s all good till he goes to the music store.
He is searching for the recent drake's album, Hoseok’s recommendation when he bumps into this tall brunette guy that apparently has a zero tolerance to human contact because he seems about to snap at him at least till he takes a full look at Yoongi. "Oh sorry!" the guy apologizes and Yoongi nods because even though he has a pink dress on he is not about to fake a girly voice. There has to be limits. So he nods picks up the album and heads to check is there’s anything else good around.
"Wow, you're really pretty."
Well, thanks. Yoongi thinks. This is the third guy that says that to him in what goes of the day. Yoongi tilts his head, smiles polite and turns again.
Brunette boy does not get that Yoongi is not interested in pursue a conversation because next thing Yoongi knows is that the man is walking now besides him.
"I’m Taehyung!"
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
There are many things in life where Yoongi answer could be a possible 'i don’t give a shit' and apparently this is one of those moments. "And I’m not a girl" he says rather calmly and heads to the cashier.
And just like he thought, annoying dude stays glued to the ground.
Or so he thinks. Hopes.
Yoongi grabs the bag and walks towards the door, when he is about to push it open there's another hand besides his that does him the favor. He turns to see and well is the Taehyung fellow again. What a creep, seriously. Yoongi just kind of told him he is a boy. Dressed as a girl obviously. So what the hell?
"Can I invite you coffee?" he asks. "Maybe if is sweet enough you could give me your name." Yoongi almost cringes with the cheesy line.
Taehyung licks his lip, Yoongi nibbles his.
They both walk out the store.
"Dude! I just told you I'm-"
"I know." Taehyung has his eyes set on his face but then his gaze drops down checking Yoongi out from head to toe, shamelessly.
And for the first time since Yoongi came out of his apartment he feels a little self-conscious about his looks. And what the fuck with this guy?
“Never saw one this pretty before”
Taehyung comments like is a normal thing. Boys dressing as girls. Totally okay. Yoongi feels his face heating up a bit.
“Damn.” Taehyung chuckles, “I would seriously love to buy you a cup of coffee” So, so pretty –Taehyung has never being in a situation like this before but seriously. Damn! Taehyung can easily imagine the boy under the outfit must be just as cute as he is looking right now.
Yoongi gnaws a little harder on the inside of his cheek.
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Taehyung goes for their orders and brings them back to the table. Yoongi finally let go of the bag with the album and takes his vanilla latte.
“Can I have your name now?”
“…Yoongi”
Taehyung smiles widely, “Nice to meet you, Yoongi” Yoongi averts his gaze playing with his yellow straw, “Want a cookie?” Taehyung offers him one from his plate “They’re delicious”
Well, Yoongi does like cookies so he nods but before he can reach forward, Taehyung is lifting his hand, holding a chocolate chip cookie in front of his mouth. Yoongi stares for a few minutes because what is happening right now can’t be seriously happening right now. Who the fuck this guy is?
So Yoongi lifts his hand but at the same time he reaches forward Taehyung takes the cookie out away, “C’mon! Open up!” The raise of Yoongi’s perfect brow should be enough to voice out his disagreement. Taehyung doesn’t get it though.
He’s cute –Taehyung thinks as he observes how Yoongi takes a quick glance around before slowly parting just a tiny bit his rosy lips. So like the good person he is he pushes the tip of the cookie past Yoongi’s lips and just then, when Yoongi closes his lips on the sweet, their eyes meet.
Taehyung has always believed in destiny and shit like that. So he totally believes now that he was meant to be at that store after Jimin tricked and forced him into buy him something he already forgot. “I think we should go out, like in a real date” he states matter of fatly.
It’s not even a question, Yoongi bites the cookie and rolls his eyes –they’re probably going to fuck and then he’s not going to see this dude ever again.
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Yoongi doesn’t find himself dressed as a girl (which is a chapter of his life already crossed on his to-do list) but he is totally embarrassed by stupid Kim Taehyung and his ridiculous ideas –not that he has them all the time, thank god. But today– Taehyung is currently on one knee gripping his hand and they are in the middle of the famous Sky Rose Garden –Yoongi didn’t see it coming when they were at Chungmuro Station and Taehyung kept blabbering about his love for flowers.
Back to the current situation, Taehyung is on one knee holding his hand, “So, Min Yoongi” Yoongi cringes, “Will you move in with me?” Yoongi cringes again and he can feel his face going tomato red.
Surely they have been dating for over 7 months (he’s still shocked every time he notices Taehyung still by his side) and Yoongi has spent lots of nights at Taehyung’s and vice versa and well, by know he thinks he knows everything you need to know about Kim Taehyung to be close to him without freaking out for his next course of action but that’s a really big step in this sort of relationship that started with Yoongi dressed as a girl and Taehyung being a creep asking him out all of the sudden, because quote: “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I would be a fool if a just let you slip off” or Yoongi’s favorite in his book of ‘the creepiest thing someone has say to him on the third date’: “Is weird if I tell you that since I met you, you have been my current jerk off fantasy?”, Yoongi can say that after all that time he’s used to Taehyung’s mannerism and weirdness in general.
Life is crazy after all, right?
There are not too many people around watching them, they’re luckily more interest in the sunset view from there than the two guys next the yellow flowers playing an scene right out from some drama. “Please. I’m begging you. Stop.”
“That means you’re saying yes”
Yoongi averts his gaze to the lilies, “I’ll have to think about it”
Then Taehyung is on his feet, Yoongi thanks whatever deity from above. “What’s there to think?” He smiles brightly and circles his arms around Yoongi’s waist bringing him close enough to kiss him chaste on the lips.
What’s there to think? Yoongi has been doing lots of things without over thinking too much. Like that time over 7 months ago when he agreed to go out with this odd boy that asked him while he was sporting this cute pink dress –and no, that wasn’t weird. Or the time when he went along Taehyung at midnight and ran naked towards the water at this Busan beach at Jimin’s birthday weekend (cuz all Taehyung’s friends named themselves friends of Min Yoongi right away.)
Taehyung kisses him again before whispering his desire to make Yoongi cum lots of time before the day ends– “You know, to celebrate our anniversary. This is actually our 8th month.”
Oh…well.
(Yoongi surprises Taehyung the next day with a delayed gift. He wears the dress for a second time –no undies. It’s a special occasion after all).