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The hardwood floor creaked under Yoongi's feet as he made his way towards the other side of the hallway. Moonlight spilled into the room, giving the taller a softer aura, causing him to look younger in his sleep. Yoongi gently slid into the bed, body fragile against Namjoon's.
Namjoon hummed softly as he curled an arm around the older's waist; he wasn't asleep, it was as if he was waiting for Yoongi to come back to him, like always. Yoongi draped himself over Namjoon's figure, burying his head deep into the nape of the other male's neck, and breathed in his scent.
It came in slowly, then all at once. The force hit yoongi harder than he expected, as tears slipped out of their sockets. "Yoongs," Namjoon stated more than questioned, voice a bit rougher around the edges. He was well aware that he wouldn't receive an answer.
Yoongi sniffled, heart beating heavily against his chest. Namjoon's arms are his safe heaven. It's never been voiced, but namjoon knows; he knows a lot of things.
"baby, what's wrong?" Namjoon coaxed as his finger tips danced up and down Yoongi's spine. The gesture seemed to calm him down, until the boy's body started shaking, sobs echoing throughout the room.
That night Namjoon rocked him to sleep, tears silently escaping his own eyes. Slowly, gently, and without another word, Yoongi will kiss his tears away. Namjoon understood.
In the morning Namjoon will wake up to an empty bed and the smell of the other in his sheets. Yoongi will place a shy kiss to Namjoon's temple, as a small thank you, and Namjoon will act as if he's asleep again.
