Tae focus

After the white-shirts and Jungkook had gone to the shooting range, Taehyung and Yoongi had decided to skip their treadmill and do their switch-training instead. So, now they sat in front of the window on the bridge and Yoongi switched his emotions off. He had become quick over the last week. It took him only a second or two to change into the blank state. But the way back still was out of reach.

When Taehyung begun to make silly faces, Yoongi just stared right through him. "You already tried that," the hollow voice said, and the younger stopped with forming his lips into weird shapes. He stopped himself from frowning. Half of last week's evenings had been spent on developing those faces in front of his bathroom's mirror, and Yoongi brushed it off like it was nothing.

"Oh, if mister second best, substitute pilot has a better idea, I'm willing to try," he said, instantly changing to another method. If it was not possible with funny things, maybe it would work if he angered or annoyed the white-haired.

"There's no reason to snap at me," the Switcher said calmly.

"But I'm right, am I not? You're just here because they couldn't send off a crew of newbies to a mission. But otherwise you're useless." Taehyung's chest hurt when he said those ugly words. Never in his life had he insulted anyone who did not deserve it. He was disrespectful at times and blind to moral boundaries, but he always rejected the idea of hurting people with words. Black eyes and a broken nose healed fast, but not wounds made by words. Jimin was the perfect example.

But Yoongi just fixated him with straight eyes. Maybe he looked a little bewildered as to how he could say something like that, but otherwise he seemed unbothered.

But the minor change in the ebony eyes was enough for Taehyung to crack. "Oh fuck, I just said that to provoke you. I'd never think something like this." He pulled the other into a tight hug. "Please forget the nonsense I just said. It's complete rubbish. I made it up. You're so precious to me. Please forgive me."

"Taehyung," his colleague interrupted him, "You're brabbling."

He let go of the white-haired and cleared his throat. It was always a little odd when he got emotional in front of switched-off Yoongi. It was like hugging a brick wall.

"Okay, so let's try something else. What about music? Do you have a strong bond to music?" he asked the older and began to search for something in his personal gallery.

"I guess so, but normally music doesn't do the magic," Yoongi replied.

Taehyung furrowed his browns. Music was one of the strongest emotional manipulators. He would only believe it, if he saw that the Switcher could resist.

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Several minutes and dramatic songs later, Taehyung was crying like a baby and Yoongi just tilted his head at him with an I-told-you-so look.

"How can you not react to this?" Taehyung asked and sniffed.

"It's like the sound is washing past me. It's dimmed down, in a way," the white-haired explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Okay," Taehyung mumbled and brushed away the wet trails on his cheeks. "Let's try meditation."

"Meditation? I never did this before," the pale pilot replied with raised eyebrows.

"Just follow my instructions." Taehyung took a deep breath and placed his hands on his knees, palms up. "Mirror me."

Yoongi straightened his back and placed his hands on his knees, too, before he locked eyes with Taehyung again. The Switcher's 'off-state' had changed over the last days. Instead of the hollow blankness, it had become an attentive one. But though it had helped with coming quite far with the basics of hacking, it was nowhere close to switching back to 'on'. If this did not work, there was one last idea Taehyung had, but he hoped he would not have to go that far.

"Close your eyes and take three deep and slow breaths." Taehyung watched the older attentively when the slim figure relaxed. The shoulders sunk down, and the spine got a comfortable S-curve. "Now, just concentrate on your breathing. Feel how the air flows through your nostrils and into your lungs. Breathe into your stomach, not your chest. Slow, concentrated breaths. And if your mind gets distracted, focus back on your breathing."

Yoongi did how he had told him, and he just watched him breathe. The elder's stomach moved in a slow rhythm and his eyelids occasionally twitched, but apart from that his colleague was completely motionless. It must be so much easier to meditate without distractive emotions. Taehyung remembered how his grandmother had taught him this and how he had fought with himself to sit still for half an hour.

"When you feel stable and concentrated," he said quietly to not pull the other out of his state completely, "Make your thumb and index touch and concentrate on this connection of skin. If it starts to tickle you're on the right way." He was moving much too fast with the lecture, but there was not that much time to waste, and his colleague seemed like he did more than well.

Yoongi's ears had twitched slightly when he had spoken, but now the pale pilot was back in the old state. And Taehyung continued staring. The Switcher's skin was so intimidatingly smooth that he had a tough time not reaching out and touching the older. It was so unfamiliar how the white hair contrasted with the black eyelashes and eyebrows. Pure-blood Switchers had white hair everywhere. It made them look fragile in a way and alien in another. White lashes over ebony eyes were simply too off, but Yoongi looked confusingly human.

Forty minutes passed in silence before Taehyung decided that there was no use in continuation. They needed a quick way to switch.

"Yoongi, I don't think this'll work." The white-haired opened his eyes. "This is my last idea, so don't be mad."

Taehyung placed a hand in the elder's neck and, without a second thought, connected their lips. The moment his lips met another soft pair, his brain decided to bounce around in his head and his chest tightened viciously, making him moan. This should not feel that good. His sense of reasoning screamed to stop and run off, but the addictive taste made his body decided to lean in further and give in completely. And to his surprise, Yoongi kissed back. A gentle play of lips started, but the hand that touched his chest made him snap out of his trance, and he pulled back to meet eyes as wide as his own.

"Fuck," was all he could get out, before another thing distracted him from the fact he had just made out with his colleague. "It worked! You're back!"

"No, you idiot! I came back during meditation. I just enjoyed the calmness too much to stop," Yoongi's husky voice growled breathlessly.

The joy got stuck in Taehyung's throat and he looked through the room manically. This was so embarrassing. "Well," he eventually lilted, "It was just a try, but I guess we'll have to continue searching, because you most likely don't have half an hour in a battle."

"No," the older agreed in a tone and with an expression Taehyung could not classify, "Most likely not."

"Are you still in for some hacking?" he asked nervously, hoping Yoongi would decline, so he could escape the toenail-curling atmosphere in the room.

For some seconds the pale pilot just looked at him as if he thought about something he wanted to say, but then his expression changed completely. He tilted his head and looked pissed. "Did you call me a fucking substitute and useless?" the white-haired growled, and the ebony eyes pierced Taehyung's skin like needles.

"I already said I'm terribly sorry, please don't be mad, sugar," he whined and slung his arms around the other's torso once more. "It hurt me more than it hurt you, no lie."

The older chuckled. "You're so weird, little alien."

Taehyung smiled at the nickname.

And then he could feel the reassuring weight of two arms around his shoulders and his grin became even wider. Relieved, he closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeat of the smaller. The combination of sitting in a lotus-like seat and bending forward to hug someone was uncomfortable, but he ignored the stinging stretch in his legs and butt to savor this touch a little longer. If Earth lacked something, it was cuddles. He felt like he had to recharge his hug-battery. And Yoongi was an especially sizzling power source. He could feel the strong hands of the Switcher burning through the fabric of the gray turtleneck, and this scent... he could totally fall for this mix of musk and citrus.

Yoongi shifted slightly. "And you have a talent to slide from one weird situation into the next. When are you going to let me go?"

"You don't let go either," Taehyung noted.

"The floor is uncomfortable," Yoongi stated, but still held onto him.

"Hmhm."

And then Yoongi simply pulled him onto himself and made them lie on the floor of the bridge, Taehyung's head on the elder's chest and arms slung around each other.

"Now, it's weird," Taehyung mumbled against his colleague's chest. They lied in front of the cockpit window and looked like a cuddling couple. Apparently, they had a talent for getting into uncommon situations and not giving a shit.

"Shut up, I'm tired from the hell Hoseok pushes us through," Yoongi grumbled and Taehyung grinned from the sound the husky voice made in the smaller man's chest. He would not object. This felt way too good. He could get used to falling asleep like this.

It would be great to just melt together with the warm body underneath him.

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"...up! Wake up!" Hoseok's intense voice cut through the black fog of sleep.

With a growl, Taehyung opened his eyes, only to meet the face of their captain. The brunette's eyebrows were raised, and his face carried a mix of amusement and doubt.

"Wassup?" Taehyung tried to move his heavy tongue.

"Do you always do this instead of training?" the soldier asked and gestured at him.

"Hm?" Taehyung needed some seconds to completely understand the situation. He still lied on the Switcher's chest, and obviously they had fallen asleep. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," the captain commented, "I wanted to see how you two are doing, before I'd call everyone for lunch. Are you able to get up and actually do some work?"

"Hm," Taehyung hummed again.

"You two are so... no, weird doesn't even begin to cover it," Hoseok mumbled when he stood up and turned to leave.

Taehyung propped himself up on his hands and knees and crawled off the smaller.

"Yoongi, wake up," he tried, but had to clear his throat. "Sugar, it's lunchtime."

He grabbed the elder's shoulders and shook him.

"Fuck off," the husky voice spat at him.

"Lunch!" he shouted a little louder, and that seemed to do work.

Drowsy ebony eyes looked at him. "Did we seriously fall asleep?"

"Yup." Taehyung nodded slowly.

It took another ten minutes before they entered the kitchen (that was directly next to the bridge) and ordered their food.

"Did you sleep?" Jin asked with raised eyebrows when he saw the puffy faces.

"They slept with each other," Hoseok said, and Jin choked on his drink. Taehyung saw the captain's mischievous grin and joined the fun.

"Yeah, we had a really enjoyable time on the bridge," he agreed with the brunette. "Kisses and hugs, if you know what I mean."

Jin whimpered as if the information hurt him, and his eyes were as round as the full moon. But he was not the only one staring at them in disbelieve. Jimin and Jungkook sat at the table with open mouths, and Namjoon looked like he still processed the information.

"Oh. Come on, Tae," Yoongi intervened, "Just because you stole a kiss from me and we had some fun on the floor, you don't have to shock Jin. The man looks like he's about to have a heart attack." The white-haired was damn good at suppressing his smiles, but Taehyung still could see the twitch of his mouth.

Their physician was red to the hairline and looked like his head would explode every second.

"Calm down, Jin," Hoseok said and placed a hand on the poor man's arm. "They just fell asleep during training. Though I still don't understand how you got into that odd position."

The hazel-haired was anything but calmed by the captain's words. If possible, his eyes grew even bigger. Taehyung could almost see the movie that was playing inside the doc's head.

He broke out laughing. "Stop! We'll kill him, if we keep this up." He placed a hand on the eldest's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Nothing happened."

"Apart from kisses and hugs," Yoongi added playfully and sat down next to his pilot colleague. Well, he was right.

Jimin's giggle and Jungkook's warm laugh flooded the room.

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