Yoongi focus

"I miss the poffee," Taehyung said from next to him and put the pot with the molten tin down after filling the gypsum form with it.

Yoongi just nodded. He did not feel like talking. He did not feel like anything to be exact. Not like modifying the cheap phone's microphone to make it usable for safe cracking albeit it was his task on hand, not like eating, not like continuing any of their work, because why? They had no fucking clue how to get in and had already spent three weeks in Hongkong. There was no way of finishing this, so why were they pretending?

He was tired.

"Oh no! No, no, no," Taehyung said from his side and grabbed his shoulder. "You will not get your mid-mission depression now."

Was it that? Was it his mid-mission depression? This felt more like resignation. Like a giving-up-mood.

Without a word, because his tongue felt too heavy to make the effort, he stood up and slumped down on his bed. This felt right. He should just sleep and then fly home to greet Tae's bed and the French press.

"No, Yoongi, we're so close," his best friend said, and the mattress dipped down. Yoongi kept his eyes closed. He did not want to hear it. "I have so much fun, and all the others, too," the younger whined. "Jimin is out again because he loves his part of the job, and Namjoon and Jin -can you imagine that- are out for dinner together. This job is helping so much with growing closer."

And where was Kook? Probably at the gym. But who cared. Those people did not see the problems. They were just pawns that followed commands if instructed. He was part of the head, and he saw what was still left on the scale to perform a perfect pull, and perfect it had to be, because otherwise they would end up dead in Han river. This job was slowly growing over their heads, but no one seemed to notice.

He was tired. Being upset was tiresome.

With a huff, he turned his head away from Taehyung and curled up into a ball.

But then the mattress moved softly and suddenly a warm body was pressed up against his back and an arm slung around his waist. He hated it. He hated how Tae could make him feel comfortable when he did not want to be comforted. His friend's power was too mighty, and that was annoying. He wanted to be sullen and whine about his problems and concerns right now, he wanted to bath in all the problematic shades of their job, but this damn warm chest at his back made his mind drift off to completely other things. Things he could not handle at all.

There was a reason he had not become intimate with his best friend, yet. He liked his brain working, but anything that went further than kissing caused his mind to simply shut off and surrender, and he was not sure if he could handle that for longer than some seconds. It made him feel vulnerable in an arousing but more so frightening way.

A soft whisper on his neck caused him to shudder. "Don't trouble yourself so much," his redhead murmured and pressed a small kiss on his nape. "We finished every job until now, so we'll find a way to master this one as well."

The words brushed Yoongi's mind without much impact because the only thing his brain was capable of processing was the feeling of soft moving lips on his skin and the flash of arousal this feeling sent down his spine, right to his crotch. If Taehyung did not stop right now, Yoongi sure would have to handle a hardon.

Panicked he turned around. "What do you suggest then?" he asked his friend in hopes of getting a hold on the situation.

For a moment, the redhead just looked at him, then a smile curled the soft lips and he said, "A break." And with that those kissable lips were on Yoongi's and strong arms slung around him to press them closer.

Being held this tightly felt really good, Yoongi's brain decided. It felt safe and reassuring and loving, and, god, he could kiss Taehyung forever. It was intoxicating. But that would not solve their problems.

"Stop thinking," his best friend whispered against his lips, and a warm hand slipped under his t-shirt and wandered up his spine at a maddeningly slow pace. Sparks, thousands of sparks set off from where Taehyung's fingertips brushed his skin, and his back arched away from the touch. What only caused him to press closer against the body in front of him, obviously. And that body seemed very eager to kiss and bite Yoongi's neck and render him completely stupid with desire.

"Don't stop," Yoongi heard himself saying, and he could only agree. Maybe he needed a total reboot.

What he had not anticipated was that his words set off a hurricane. Suddenly, Taehyung was everywhere. Yoongi's shirt had been torn off, and warm hands and wet lips were exploring every inch of his body with an animalistic want that was on the verge between intense and frightening. But when teeth caught onto his nipple, his transport answered with a satisfied hum and pressed into the rousingly painful experience, so apparently he was fine. Albeit overwhelmed and oblivious as to what to do.

When another hard bulge brushed against Yoongi's crotch, he realized that Taehyung had wiggled his way between his spread legs and now slowly lowered his weight on top of him. Like a blanket, but better. So much better because it had lips and was heavy and smelled like paint and sunshine. With a determination Yoongi would not have expected his dizzy mind to be capable of, he grabbed his friend's neck and pulled him flush against his chest, revelling in the feeling of being pressed into the soft mattress.

And when Taehyung's lips found his again and a tongue slipped into his mouth, some little bubble inside his head popped, and all that was left was the painfully pressing urge of wanting more. Chasing his pleasure, claiming, and taking. And before he knew it, he was on top, fixing Taehyung's head between his hands and kissing himself into delirium while grinding his caged erection on the impressive bulge in his friend's trousers.

"Oh, fuck, yes," was everything Taehyung could moan out before his mouth was caught for another kiss. Had he not been reduced to primitive longing, Yoongi might have been amused about his friend using bad language, but right now his mind was filled with sex and how that could look like for him and Taehyung. 

Until the phone rang.

Startled, Yoongi snapped out of his trance and looked around for his mobile phone. This was Jimin's ringtone and Jimin was out at the club, so this might be important.

"What..." Taehyung whined when he stood up to get the device and answer it.

"Yes?" was all he barked into the microphone, slightly out of breath.

"Hi, I'm at a friend's, so I might not come back tonight," Jimin said, annoyingly oblivious to the situation he had just interrupted.

Yoongi tried to think. "A friend's? Choi's you mean?" he asked and suddenly his mind was fully back to functioning.

"Yes," Jimin confirmed his guess. "Just wanted you to know."

"Get me a picture of his security system," Yoongi almost shouted into the small device. "There has to be a control unit somewhere. Just snap a shot and send it to me."

"Um, okay," their charmer said, sounding confused but determined.

"Perfect. Have a nice evening," Yoongi said and hung up. And turning towards Taehyung he added, "Jimin is at Choi's and can get us information on the security system."

Only now he noticed his best friend's state and expression. The redhead looked anything but pleased. And only now he understood what Jimin had said. The Cinderella was at Choi's, at a place of a man who had connections to the triads, and from what he knew about Jimin this was not for business. Their small charmer was about to sleep with their target. Holy shit! He was not sure which situation he should be more concerned about.

But brilliant, perfect, gentle Tae seemed to have noticed his struggle and his expression had changed from pissed to concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked and sat up. Yoongi had to stop himself from laughing at the situation. His best friend was aroused from his toes to the tips of his beaming-red hair but tried to comfort him nonetheless. It was truly endearing.

"Jimin is about to sleep with Choi," he just stated and waited for the same shock to bloom on his friend's face, but there was nothing but a smile.

"Jimin's a grown man. He knows what he wants," Taehyung said and shrugged. Yoongi was not so sure about that, but if Tae was unbothered he would trust that judgement. "And so do I, so if you're not busy, mind if we-"

A sharp beep of Yoongi's phone interrupted them again.

"The picture of the security system," Yoongi said apologetically after a look at the display. "Can I...?"

Taehyung sighed defeated. "Go, do your research, geek. I'll be in the bathroom."

Yoongi truly felt sorry for leaving Taehyung like this, but he knew he would no longer be able to continue whatever they had been up to. His mind was already trying to remember anything he had heard about the Bank Smith security systems.

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