blind beauty ✔️

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Taehyung stared from across the room, fidgetting with his hands as he bit his lower lip. He watched from his seat as Jimin leaned in to kiss Jungkook as the loud cheers from the crowd echoed through the large hall. It was the after party of the couple's wedding, but taehyung didn't look quite happy. For some unknown reasons he felt nervous, he was unable to breathe, like something was suffocating him.

He reached to loosen his tie a bit, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to breathe properly. But his dismay, it made no changes, he was still nervous as heck and conscious as fuck, feeling the sweats forming in his palms.

He looked around the hall to maybe spot a familiar face and sighing when he didn't. So he leaned back on his seat, his head hang low. Maybe he's not really made for these kinds of grand parties. He's wearing a tux, yeah, and his hair was beautifully styled, but Taehyung couldn't help but feel insecure. No matter how much he blends in the crowd, he still feels an outsider.

So instead of doing something to embarass himself, he just sat on his seat and stayed silent. Yoongi was talking to his fellow music producers since for the past two years, yoongi had became who he really wanted to be. Who would have known that the short devil has a passion for music? Jin and Namjoon went somewhere, probably to make out or something. Hoseok? well...nobody knows.

The thought made Taehyung sigh, alone in the large round table as he speculated the many interactions going on in the hall. His eyes caught the familiar color of orange coming his way, a huge smile on the shorter's face as he pulled the chair across him and plopped down. "I didn't expect my bestfriend to be pouting on my wedding." Jimin pouted, playfully glaring at the poor boy.

"Sorry," was the only word that Taehyung could come up with, sighing as his shoulders slumped.

"What's wrong, tae?" Jimin asked, worried etched in his eyes. "Are you sick? Does the food sucks because for me it does, you're not the only one. I don't know how mom found these dishes good." he ranted, earning a chuckle from taehyung.

"It's your wedding, you shouldn't be complaining." Taehyung smiled.

"There it is," Jimin smiled, pointing towards his bestfriend's boxy grin. "But really though, the only thing that made everything perfect was the fact that I'm married to Jungkook, but the party? it sucks man." they laughed.

Jungkook then came afterwards, plopping onto the seat beside his husband, an expression in his face that completely mirrors Taehyung's previous look— conscious and nervous. Jimin immediately wrapped an arm around the younger, pecking him on the cheeks. "What happened?" Jimin asked.

"He feels uncomfortable." Taehyung answered for him to which Jungkook slowly nodded, earning a soft chuckle from Jimin.

"I know, I hate these kinds of parties as well." Jimin nodded along. "But it's our wedding, so we have to bear it. I promise to make it up to you, okay?" he cooed, messing the younger's hair.

Taehyung just watched the lovey-dovey couple with a sigh. He was happy for the both of them but he couldn't help but be envious of the two. He wanted to spend this night with his lover as well, share laughs with him and just be with him. So where the fuck is hoseok?

The couple excused themselves after a few moments and left, and once again Taehyung was along, in need and crave for his lover's prescence because everything just made him more anxious with each time that passes and he needed the comfort the older brings, the plesing wamrth that only the older could give. Taehyung needs Hoseok.

He could of have just called him, right? But one problem, his phone died. So here he is, just waiting for his precious knight to arrive, but it had been hours since hoseok excused himself to talk to his colleagues because apparently, hoseok had been one of the most known dancers for the past two years and had met many acquaintances as well.