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They had been living together for about 2 years now, and Yoongi still wondered how he had survived for so long. Living with Taehyung was not necessarily terrible, it was actually quite nice at times, though he would never dream of telling Taehyung that.
Taehyung was very.. should he say "energetic"? He always meant well, but sometimes he became to much for Yoongi to handle.
But then at other times, when he calmed down a bit, he would show his big heart and remind Yoongi of why he had chosen to live with Taehyung.
He still asked himself sometimes, why he had stayed.
Why didn't he leave when he had the chance?
Well, let's start at the beginning.
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Yoongi was living on the streets, all on his own. Just trying to survive, like every other tiny he had met.
He knew of a few lucky people who had ended up with good families, and were living happy lives, but they were nothing but legends to him.
Yoongi had been living with humans for most of his life, but it was against his will.
Not that it mattered, tinies were nothing but pets to humans after all.
Supposedly, there was a time before Yoongi was alive, when humans were not aware of the tiny species living hidden from them. But that time did not matter to him. You see, simply because one idiot had screwed up centuries ago, and had been seen, their entire species had to suffer for the rest of eternity.
Sure, that's fair.
So basically, Yoongi grew up raised by humans who saw him as an animal, to them his only purpose was to be sold to some other human, who could then abuse him for the rest of his miserable existence.
And sure enough, at the age of 18 he was immediately shipped of to a pet store, where he was soon bought by a human girl.
She had been fine at first.
She was around his age, and she was pretty and nice. At least that's what he thought.
Eventually, she had started hanging out with a human guy. Apparently she was still lonely, even though she always kept Yoongi close.
Of course you will feel lonely if you refuse to think of the person you're with as a person.
Yoongi was not stupid, he was actually a bit of a genius if you asked him, thank you very much!
So he understood that the guy that started hanging around more and more, and that got closer and closer to the girl was her boyfriend. He didn't care, why should he? He was just a pet to her anyway, so she was just a random human to him.
But even so, her boyfriend got jealous.
For some stupid reason that Yoongi still could not understand, the guy was sure that Yoongi was getting in the way of the couple.
Now despite what you might be thinking, he didn't immediately go to Yoongi to "get rid of the problem". He knew that his girlfriend still cared for her pet, and he valued their relationship. And yeah, he was a good guy, and their relationship worked out. Good for them, but Yoongi did not care.
Because the idiot human went to his girlfriend and told her about his concerns. And brainwashed as she was by her love for her boyfriend, she believed him. She didn't even stop to consider it, she started treating Yoongi terribly after that. Even though he had not actually done anything, she started abusing him.
It started with verbal abuse.
Regular reminders of how meaningless he was, that he was just an animal, a pet, that she didn't actually care for him.
"You know I could kill you in a second, right?"
Yoongi knew, but he didn't care at that point.
He should have cared, because when the verbal abuse didn't get the desired effect, she started the physical abuse.
She would hold him way to tightly, to the point where he had difficulty breathing.
She would throw him around carelessly, dropping him from her hands from way too high up.
She would sometimes push him onto the floor, and then "forget" that he was there.
Yoongi was lucky to be alive.
The worst was when she had been extra annoyed one day, for whatever reason. Yoongi didn't know why, he didn't care why.
Yoongi had been resting on a shelf ,where he had been left to starve earlier that morning, when she came home.
She had gone over to him, giving him the usual rant about his incredible uselessness, and picked him up in a tight fist that made it hard to breathe.
And then she had thrown him across the hall, into the living room, where he had landed on the couch. Not really landed, he had face planted into the cushions, and the force of the throw along with the near concussion from the impact had knocked him out.
He woke up hours later when the girl had gone to bed, and made a decision.
He would rather starve on the streets than stay there.
So he left.
It was hard, but he had managed. It was still in the middle of summer then, so the girl had left a window slightly open.
The gap was small enough that it would be hard for any humans to get the window open from the outside, but for Yoongi, who was only about 5 cm tall it was easy to slip out. (That's about 2 inches for the Americans)
After Yoongi was finally out of the house for the first time in nearly 7 years he had walked in a random direction.
He survived on scraps that humans threw away, and would sleep in various places every night. Sometimes he had to sleep out in the open, sometimes it rained, it didn't matter to him at this point. Sometimes he would find an abandoned cardboard box to sleep in. That was his equivalent of a 5-star hotel.
He lived like that for four months.
It felt like ten years.
But it was still better than living with his previous owner.
He never once missed her, of course he didn't.
Sometimes he would think of the early days, cuddling up to her in bed during a storm, and feeling safe.
He didn't miss her, but he missed the feeling of home.
But he didn't have a home, he never had.
So he moved on, and never looked back.
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It was a cold snowy night in November when everything changed.
It was Yoongi's first time every staying outside during winter, so he was struggling.
It was harder to find food, since fewer humans would come outside, and it became a requirement to find some sort of shelter every night, or he would soon freeze to death. The clothes he had been given long ago were made for living inside, not staying outside during snowstorms.
Tonight was one of those unlucky nights when he had not been able to find anywhere to stay.
He had wandered the streets for hours, all the time making sure to stay out of sight.
He couldn't risk being seen.
Anything was better than going back.
In the end he didn't find anywhere to stay, and had eventually collapsed.
His legs refused to carry him further, and the snow was piling up around him.
He had to move, or he would be covered in snow and inevitably die.
But he could not move, no matter how hard he willed his legs to work they would not listen.
So Yoongi accepted his fate, and started giving in to the darkness.
But then an angel appeared.
Or at least that's what it felt like.
The most beautiful man Yoongi had ever seen, was walking down the streets.
Had he had more time to think, Yoongi would have been happy to admire every part of the man's face in his final moments.
But he couldn't, because he realized that in his last moment of desperation while walking around earlier he had ended up in the street. And the man was walking towards him.
Yoongi was not scared of being crushed, he would be happy for that to be his way to go. A quick death like that sounded much better that slowly freezing to death.
And well, the guy was hot.
Out of all the ways to die this was probably the superior one.
Yoongi closed his eyes, waiting for his life to finally end.
But it didn't
Opening his eyes slowly, Yoongi looked up, and far above him were two beautiful eyes looking back down at him.
Crap.
The guy had been looking down while walking, probably to keep from getting too much snow in his face.
He had been looking down, and had seen Yoongi.
And now they were making eye contact.
No.
No way.
Yoongi was not going to go back to that life.
He looked away from the guy, and with a last burst of power he didn't know he had, Yoongi forced his body to move.
He managed to stand up! He took a step forward and-
He flopped back down into the snow.
He wanted to cry.
He could not move.
A shadow spread over him as the guy crouched down to look at him closer.
Yoongi looked up, and they once again made eye contact.
Wow, he really was gorgeous.
Yoongi was snapped out of his trance when the guy spoke to him,
"Do you need help?"
Did Yoongi need help?
Hell yes he needed help.
He was minutes away from death.
But was he about to let this human help him?
Hell no.
He tried to express this to the human, since the last thing he could really do was try to reason with him and hope that he was left alone.
But his voice would not work either, because of course it wouldn't.
Instead of words all he ended up letting out was a series of painful coughs.
The guy looked at him with pity, and said,
"I'll help you, hang on"
As soon as he said that he reached down with his huge hands and easily picked up Yoongi.
Even if Yoongi had been able to move, he knew struggling would not do any good at this point.
Yoongi was barely registering the comforting words of the human as he started walking.
He had been caught.
He was probably being taken to a pet store right now, where he would be sold to a new person who would pretend to care for him, before they too grew tired of him and started abusing him all over again.
He was going to go through that hell again, all because he had been caught by this guy.
Yoongi really wanted to cry.
He registered one of the human's hands touching him repeatedly, in what could have maybe been a comforting motion in another situation.
But right now Yoongi would not be comforted, he was terrified.
He slowly gave in to the darkness taking over, and passed out.
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As Yoongi woke up the first thing he felt was warmth.
He was surrounded by what felt like huge warm blanket, and it felt so nice, he just wanted to stay forever. He didn't care that he couldn't remember where he was, he just tried to burrow further into the blanket.
He spent a moment like that, and everything was okay.
And then the memories came rushing back.
First he remembered the snowstorm, how cold he had been when he had collapsed.
That made sense, he's in heaven now, isn't he? This sure felt like it.
But then the rest of his memories came back, and Yoongi realized where he was.
Right.
He had been found by a human.
Forcing his eyes to open, Yoongi looked around at his surroundings.
He was indeed lying in some sort of soft material, though it didn't really look like a blanket. Upon closer inspection, Yoongi realized that he was lying on one of the human's sweaters.
Huh..
This sure was a really cozy sweater.
Okay Yoongi, wrong thing to focus on.
Looking around a little bit more, he concluded that he was in the human's bedroom.
It was not hard to figure out, the huge bed next to whatever surface he was on was a pretty good indicator. Yoongi concluded that he was alone in the room for now, as he could not see the human.
That was good, maybe he would have time to escape. His body wasn't frozen anymore, after spending however many hours it had been cuddling with the warm sweater, so he was once again able to move.
With some difficulty, Yoongi reluctantly crawled out of the sweater. The material was thick and had piled up around him, which made it a harder task than it should have been, but he managed.
He stood up on the wooden surface that the sweater was on, and realized that he was on a nightstand. Yoongi already felt cold after leaving the gentle warmth of the sweater, but it was not nearly as bad as it had been outside, so he didn't care all that much.
Escaping was more important right now.
Yoongi walked to the edge of the nightstand and carefully looked down.
Okay, that's pretty far down, and that wood floor would not be nice to land on from this height.
If Yoongi jumped he would defintely break several bones, or even die.
He needed another plan if he wanted to get out of here.
His thoughts were interrupted though, as the door on the wall opposite Yoongi was opened.
And there was the guy again.
So I wasn't hallucinating, he really does look like an angel.
Yoongi quickly snapped out of his thoughts as the guy walked towards him, and he panicked.
That's it, okay?
He panicked, he would have never done anything so stupid otherwise.
He jumped.
He jumped off the nightstand.
He could break every bone in his body for all he cared, he was not going to be picked up agai-
He landed on a new warm soft surface, and realized rather quickly that he had landed right on the human's hand.
Of course, when he had panicked and jumped, the human had also panicked and rushed forward to catch him.
Yoongi had barely registered the human's panicked words, and had he listened he would have maybe realized that the human was concerned, but he couldn't focus on anything.
He was caught. Again.
Yoongi quickly stood up and tried to jump of the hand, but the human brought up his other hand and used it to hold him in place.
He was stuck.
This human's hold was surprisingly gentle, but Yoongi didn't notice.
He felt his stomach plunge as the human stood up and brought Yoongi up to be level with his eyes, and he spoke,
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
The human gave Yoongi a small smile, but he did not feel like returning it.
Right, you say you're not going to hurt me.
I've heard that one before.
When he didn't speak, Yoongi expected the human to poke him, or do something to make him react. He expected the usual,"You should speak when your owner speaks to you", but it didn't come.
Instead the human kept smiling, and sat down on his bed as he kept speaking,
"I'm Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. What's your name?"
The human gave him an expectant look after that, obviously expecting an answer to his simple question.
Well, Yoongi was not going to give it.
Even if he was going to be stuck here for who knows how long, there was no reason for them to know each other's names. They would just end up being a pet and it's owner anyway. Therefore he would refuse to refer to the human by it's name.
I'm just a pet, so you're just a human.
When Yoongi once again did not say anything, he expected the human to at the very least stop smiling.
Please stop, you're blinding me.
But he didn't, and after waiting a while longer the human kept speaking,
"Not a talker, huh? That's fine, you can tell me later. How are you feeling though? You were really cold when I found you earlier, so I just wanna know if you're okay now."
Yoongi gave the human a blank stare, and it didn't take long before it added,
"You can just give a quick nod or something if you want, are you okay, yes or no?"
Was Yoongi okay?
No, not really.
He was freaking out, he was caught by a human.
But did he want to explain his concerns to this human?
Definitely not.
After debating for a second Yoongi looked up at the human's still smiling face, and gave a small nod.
He was not okay, but his body felt fine.
That's all the human needed to know.
At his nod, the human's smile widened slightly,
"That's a relief, I was really worried. I tried my best to warm you up, but I was still worried I had been too late. What were you even doing outside on your own? It's dangerous for a little guy like you to be alone, especially out in a storm like that."
The human looked down at Yoongi again, and tried to read his face.
Yoongi was still refusing to speak, but his eyes showed that he was at least understanding what was being said.
"Judging from how you look, you've probably been outside for a while, so you have to be hungry. I already got some food ready for you before I came in here, so do you feel like eating now?"
Once again, Yoongi refused to speak to the human.
But he was so hungry.
It had been so hard finding food on the streets, he usually only ate once a day, and what he ate was always the bare minimum. Just enough to keep him alive.
Now here was this beautiful human, who seemed to be nice enough at the moment, offering him food. He would be stupid to refuse.
He did not want to give in to the human, but his hunger eventually won, and he nodded.
The human gave him a quick 'alright' as it got up and started walking.
Yoongi immediately felt regret, but there wasn't much else he could have done. If he had said no, the human would have stayed with him and kept talking to him. At least this way he would be fed. Yoongi decided that he was going to try and escape as soon as possible, he was definitely not going to wait for this human to get tired of having him around.
He would get food, then get out.
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That had been the plan, but it didn't end up that way.
Once Yoongi had seen the storm still going outside, and realized that the snow on the ground would probably tower over him at this point, he decided to stay as long as the human was at least pretending to care.
It hadn't started abusing him yet, so Yoongi would stay until he did.
At least it was warm, and he was being kept fed and clean.
He was fine with this.
His one problem was that the human he had ended up with was the definition of a social butterfly, and it constantly tried talking to Yoongi. He never said anything about Yoongi's lack of response though, he seemed fine with the occasional nod.
Yoongi wondered how long it would last, but he didn't care.
He didn't care about a lot these days.
He had been kept by the human for about two weeks now, and so far it wasn't showing any signs of wanting to hurt him, or get rid of him. Yoongi was surprised at this. His last owner would be pissed if he simply gave one bad answer, so it was nice to not have to care about that anymore.
Not that any of this was nice, don't be ridiculous.
Anyways, as he said, Yoongi has been here for about two weeks, and he was fine.
At the moment he was curled up on the couch with the human's other pet.
His one companion in this situation was somehow a dog. An adorable dog named Yeontan. The moment Yoongi had learned the name of the dog he had started mentally using it when refering to him. They were both being kept as pets after all, so Yoongi immediately grew fond of the dog.
Yeontan was a tiny dog, at least he was to any human who looked at him. But he was still huge to Yoongi.
That didn't matter, it was actually a good thing. He was big, fluffy and after sniffing Yoongi thoroughly the first time he had approached the dog he had apparently decided that it was fine for Yoongi to cuddle with him.
So that's exactly what he did.
When the human left for the day, Yoongi would climb up on the couch. After realizing Yoongi's desire to be independent, the human had pretty quickly installed ladders around the house so Yoongi could get around on his own.
So Yoongi would climb up the ladder, relax on the couch for a bit, and then it never took long for Yeontan to join him.
That's where was right now, half asleep on top of the fully asleep dog, when he heard the front door open.
The sound immediately woke up Yeontan, who immediately stood up and jumped down from the couch. Yoongi had luckily already been awake, so he was prepared and held on tightly to Yeontan's fur so he wouldn't fall off. He intended to jump off before the dog started running, but he didn't get a good opportunity that would let him safely do so, so he kept his hold and was brought along as Yeontan ran out to the hallway to greet the human.
Said human had just hung up it's coat when it saw them.
With a small laugh it crouched down and gave Yeontan a few pets, and then looked at Yoongi as it carefully picked him up.
Yoongi had become used to being picked up by now. He didn't mind too much anymore, at least the human seemed to know the proper way to hold a tiny, and it always made sure Yoongi looked at it first to give him a moment to mentally prepare himself every time.
The human stood up with Yoongi sitting on it's palm, and gave him the usual small talk as it walked into the house.
"How was your day? It looks like you and Tan have become good friends, that's good, I'm always worried that you're going to feel lonely while I'm away. Though you don't really seem to care, huh?"
They came to a stop as they reached the living room, and the human sat down on the couch.
"We'll eat in a bit, just wait a minute, okay?"
The human still stopped and waited for an answer, even though it knew at this point that Yoongi would stay quiet.
Still giving him that stupid beautiful smile, the human set Yoongi down on a pillow as it took out it's phone. Yoongi had learned what a phone was years ago, his past owner had one seemingly glued to her hand.
The human started tapping on the phone, Yoongi recognized the rhythm along with what he could see on the screen and concluded the human was talking to another human.
He patiently waited, this was their normal routine after all. The human would come home, and settle down on the couch next to Yoongi for a while before it got up and went into the kitchen. It would stay there for a bit, then come back with food. They would then eat together, sometimes they would watch something on the TV, sometimes they would talk. Well the human talked, and Yoongi listened.
Sure enough after a couple minutes the human got up, and walked into the kitchen. It soon came back with food. As the human sat back down, it got some of his own food and put it on a much smaller plate for Yoongi.
Very soon after their first meeting the human had brought Yoongi to a pet store. Yoongi was sure that he was being handed over so he could be kept there before once again being sold to some other human. But he had been surprised when the human had walked further into the store, and stopped in an aisle with a bunch of stuff made for tinies. It had picked out the essentials that Yoongi would need, and asked him what he wanted.
Of course Yoongi didn't answer, but it had still asked.
The human had tried to ask Yoongi specific questions, pointing at something and waiting for a nod yes or no. After Yoongi had refused to give any answers the human picked out a few more things on it's own, and looked to see if Yoongi was protesting. When it got no response it had smiled and nodded, satisfied that the things it had picked were fine.
The human quickly paid for the things and then they were on their way back.
Yoongi would never dream of admitting it to the human, but he was very happy to have the things he had been given.
It made many things easier.
Like right now. Instead of being fed directly by the human like he had been the first day here, he was given his own plate and tools his own size.
So Yoongi was content with how his life was right now. He was safe, warm, and didn't have to worry about food.
Not that it mattered, this was something many humans did for their pets. They got them stuff all the time, didn't they? They always took care of them, and pretended to love them. But then their pet would do something they didn't like and they would punish them so they would learn. The human hadn't hurt Yoongi yet, but Yoongi had always ended up hurt in the past.
He didn't know if he dared to hope that this was any different.
But he had unconsciously started opening up more to the idea that maybe, just maybe, this human was different.
And maybe he was okay.
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About three months later, their routine hadn't changed much. Winter had come to an end, and spring was approaching.
It was a normal night. After eating they had quietly watched a movie together and had then moved into the bedroom.
The human had put Yoongi on the nightstand where his things were so he could get ready for the night, and then it started getting itself ready. One of the items the human had bought for Yoongi was a small screen that he could stand behind while changing. That way they both got their needed privacy. After he had changed behind the screen Yoongi waited for the sound of rustling coming from the human to stop. When it did he knew the human was done changing, so he walked out from behind the screen and over to his own bed.
He laid down under the covers and turned to look at the human as it laid down in it's own huge bed. The human wished him goodnight, and waited. Despite Yoongi's stubborn lack of answer the past three months and a half, the human still always paused after speaking. Always gave Yoongi a chance to respond if he felt like speaking. After waiting for a while, the human sent him one last smile before it reached over to the light switch and turned the light off.
Yoongi could still make out the shape of the human thanks too the faint moonlight coming in through the window. He quietly watched as the human turned over, and listened as it's breathing slowed down.
Yoongi also turned over, turning his back to the human. He closed his eyes, and soon felt his mind slipping away.
...
Yoongi didn't know for how long he was asleep, but it felt like just a second.
He was soon woken up by a loud crash.
His eyes flew open and he sat up in panic.
He looked around, and at first he couldn't make out where the sound had come from.
He suddenly got a lot of flashbacks. The crash sounded just like the sound of his past owner's footsteps. He didn't stop to realize that every other human's footsteps probably sounded the same, including the one next to him. All he could think about was the feeling of being kicked around by his past owner.
Yoongi realized the source of the sound when he saw a quick flash of light cover the room, before it disappeared, and was quickly followed by anther crash.
There was a storm outside, and the sound was the sound of thunder.
But it sounds just like her.
That was all Yoongi could think about, as he curled into himself.
As the third crash sounded outside, Yoongi let out a tiny whimper.
He could feel the tears falling down his face.
He quietly sat there sniffing to himself as he waited for the storm to end.
Yoongi soon lost count of the lightning bolts, but when one extra loud one struck, he let out a quick scream, then bit his lip to stay quiet. It didn't do any good to stop the whimpers, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore.
Among the increasing sound of rainfall outside Yoongi completely missed the rustling sound coming from the bed next to him, and he was so focused on looking anywhere but the window that he missed the silhouette that turned over and slowly reached over to Yoongi's bed.
That is until he felt a hand wrap around him.
Yoongi jumped in surprise and let out a tiny yelp when the human's hand came up behind him and gently picked him up. He was brought over to the human's bed, where the human wrapped both of it's hand's around Yoongi, shielding him from the outside.
"Please don't cry".
Yoongi froze as he felt the human carefully dry his tears with it's thumb.
Seriously, how can something so big be so gentle?
Yoongi didn't think he would ever understand this human.
"I know the thunder is loud and scary, but I promise you're safe here. I'm not gonna let you get hurt".
The human slowly brought it's hand's down, until Yoongi was lying on it's chest, with the human's hands cupped over him.
He really didn't want to admit it, but in that moment Yoongi felt so incredibly safe.
It was a feeling he wasn't sure he had ever felt to this extent before.
And for the first time in years, Yoongi was not just okay, he felt good.
For the first time in years, he was safe, and it felt so good.
For the first time in years, he spoke,
"Yoongi".
Yoongi couldn't see well in the dark, but from what he could see he could make out the human looking at him, with the most hope he had ever seen in it's eyes.
"W-what?"
For the first time in his life, Yoongi smiled. He looked up and met the human's eyes.
No, that's not right.
He looked up and met Taehyung's eyes.
"My name.. is Yoongi".
And with that he closed his eyes, and slipped of to sleep.
That night he had the best sleep he had ever had.
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Their routine surprisingly remained the same after that.
They would wake up, have breakfast, Taehyung would go to work while Yoongi stayed at home and did whatever. Then Taehyung would come home, they would have dinner, do whatever but together, and then go to sleep.
Though there was one big difference.
Yoongi was speaking now.
It had started out with the occasional yes or no, instead of a nod. Then that turned into other words, before full sentences. Soon enough Yoongi was comfortable speaking to Taehyung, and Taehyung was obviously happy. He didn't comment much about it, he understood that Yoongi didn't want him to make a big deal out of it. So he kept quiet, but he showed how happy he was in other ways.
It was nice, and they were both happy.
Over time they grew closer, much closer than either of them had expected.
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There was of course a time when Yoongi considered leaving. It was during summer, when it was warm enough that Yoongi would have been able to survive on his own outside.
As they didn't exactly live in the middle of the city, Taehyung had left the front door open to let in some air.
They had been relaxing together on the couch, like every other day. Taehyung was lying down, resting his head on a pillow, and Yoongi was lying on his chest, facing Taehyung. They were talking a little bit, about whatever. It was still Taehyung who did most of the talking, but now Yoongi would respond to questions, and sometimes speak without being spoken to. It may sound like small progress, but to the two of them it meant a lot.
After a bit Taehyung had picked Yoongi up, careful as ever, and sat up while holding him.
He put Yoongi down on the pillow he'd just had his head on as he declared he was going to the bathroom.
As Taehyung stood up and walked away, he had thrown a quick glance at the still open front door, pausing slightly in his step, before he kept walking.
Taehyung didn't say anything, but to Yoongi that was a clear message.
"You're free to leave if you want to".
And Yoongi considered it.
He stood up, and walked over to where the ladder was.
He climbed down, and started walking across the floor.
He didn't think much about it, he had always wanted to get out, hadn't he?
After walking for a couple minutes Yoongi was looking at the open door.
Just a couple more steps, and he could be outside.
He thought about it a bit longer, thought about Taehyung.
Did he really want to leave him?
Then his thoughts drifted to that night half a year ago, when Taehyung had first found him. He had been so cold, and so sure he was going to die.
He had been so incredibly lucky that night, and he definitely wouldn't be granted that kind of luck a second time.
With one last glance at the outside world, Yoongi turned around and walked back into the house.
He just made it into the living room when he heard footsteps behind him. Yoongi turned around and saw Taehyung coming towards him. Years ago this situation would have been terrifying. Standing on the floor as a human was steadily approaching.
But Yoongi was not afraid, because this was Taehyung. And Taehyung always looked down.
Their eyes found each other as Taehyung was right infront of Yoongi, and he stopped walking as his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
It was quiet, and Yoongi realized that Taehyung probably thought that Yoongi had been on his way out when he had walked in.
Yoongi saw Taehyung shift slightly, and decided to speak up before he could continue walking.
"I was considering leaving, but I realized staying here is better than to freeze to death again."
Yoongi had felt bad about leaving Taehyung, and the biggest reason for why he had stayed had been the human, but Taehyung didn't need to know that.
It didn't matter, because Taehyung smiled, his usual boxy smile that Yoongi had learned to love, and reached down to pick him up.
"Oh thank god! I was so afraid that you would leave."
Yoongi smiled at that, as he realized that Taehyung hadn't wanted Yoongi to leave. He had simply given him the option, in case Yoongi wanted to leave.
After that, Taehyung always left the door open if it was warm enough outside.
It was his way of showing Yoongi that he could always leave if he changed his mind.
But Yoongi didn't leave.
Because for the first time in his life, he had a home.
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They had now been living together for over two years, and Yoongi couldn't be happier.
Taehyung was very energetic at times, and would often give Yoongi a headache, but Yoongi didn't regret his decision at all.
There was another snowstorm tonight. Just like their very first night together.
But tonight Yoongi was not cold, or scared.
Because he was not alone.
Right now he was cuddled up next to Taehyung in their bed.
He still had his own bed, ready to be used in case he felt like it. But he rarely used his own bed anymore. He would sleep with Taehyung instead, and it just felt right.
He was lying on the pillow now, cuddled up in the crook of Taehyung's neck, with the blanket pulled up all the way to cover both of them.
They had been chatting a little bit, about nothing in particular, just to do something until they both fell asleep.
As Yoongi could feel his eyelids growing heavier, he felt a weird sensation on top of his head.
Considering the position they were in, and the light dampness of his hair that Yoongi could feel once the sensation stopped he realized that Taehyung had just kissed his head.
And he was completely fine with that.
Yoongi had never been so happy to be in a dark bedroom. Had it been anywhere else there would have been a risk of Taehyung seeing his red cheeks.
He heard a low murmur, in that lovely deep voice, coming from right above him,
"Goodnight Yoongi"
This was good.
This was better than good, Yoongi felt great.
Yoongi had a sudden realization as he was slipping into sleep. He was utterly, and undoubtedly, in love.
With Taehyung.
And that made him so happy.
Yoongi smiled to himself as he finally let sleep take over.
"Goodnight, Taehyung".