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It isn’t the first time this has happened, finding Taehyung in the living room, staring up at the lit up Christmas tree he sat in front of on the floor. Yoongi hadn’t thought much of it the first time, it had been nearly two in the morning and he’d just gotten up to get water. Taehyung had a habit of not sleeping well, but after getting up for a half hour or so he’d peacefully go back to sleep. Taehyung hadn’t acknowledged Yoongi’s presence that night so the latter didn’t interrupt him, getting his water and going back to bed. Tonight is different. Tonight Yoongi has gotten up twice already, once at midnight for water and again at two to use the bathroom. Taehyung had been there, staring up at the tree, both times. The third time, Yoongi gets up because of a worried feeling in his gut that he can’t shake.
Sure enough, when he enters the living room again at three in the morning, Taehyung is still there. Staring. Sometime in the past hour it started to snow outside their window, and the house is quiet. Yoongi, in an effort not to disturb the silence, carefully takes a seat beside Taehyung, neither of them turning to look at each other. Yoongi isn’t sure Taehyung noticed him at all until the younger man's hand grabs his gently, intertwining their fingers.
Taehyung still doesn’t say anything, so Yoongi doesn’t either. Eventually Taehyung leans his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, blinking slowly, and lets out a shaky breath. Still, silence.
“The lights remind me of Daegu,” Taehyung whispers finally, quiet as a snowflake melting against the windowsill, “Lot’s of things remind me of Daegu lately. You remind me of Daegu.”
Yoongi reaches across with his free hand and traces soft shapes like hearts and stars on Taehyung’s thigh, “Homesick?”
“I guess so.”
“Me too,” Yoongi admits softly, turning his head ever so slightly so he’s practically breathing into Taehyung’s hair, “You being here helps. You remind me of Daegu too. I hope that I can bring home to you, even a little bit.”
“It always feels like home when you’re right here with me,” Taehyung rubs his finger across the back of Yoongi’s hand lightly, “I miss you sometimes even when you’re right in front of me, when we’re doing interviews and you sit far away, times like those I miss you most.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond for a moment, he wonders if he’s ever made Taehyung sad by accident. Wonders if he’s ever made the other feel neglected, “I’m sorry.”
“‘s not your fault,” Taehyung yawns, “I just get clingy.”
“I’ll sit with you every time I can,” Yoongi promised, and now, just the two of them beneath the tree, Taehyung believed him.
“It’s late.”
“You tired, little guy?” Yoongi smiles softly, and Taehyung feels it against his hair. Taehyung nods, “My room or here on the couch?”
“We won’t both fit on the couch, will we?”
“No, I suppose we won’t,” Yoongi stands carefully, pulling Taehyung up with him using their intertwined hands, “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
“Okay.”