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What Yoongi didn't expect, late, around 22 pm, when he entered the dorm's bathroom, was a hunched form of limbs and messy hair, settled in the corner between the cabinet and the large full body mirror.
The rapper was just looking for his toothbrush, and he'd much rather ignore whoever was sitting there and avoid unnecessary conversation, if it wasn't for their quiet sniffling. He pivoted on the stop, tired eyes squinting to try and recognize them. "Uh..?" He made a noise of question, taking a step closer, his large shirt slipping from one shoulder, long boxers peeking from the edge, barely covering his bruised knees.
They looked up, wiped their nose and murmured something incomprehensible, then buried their face back against their knees, and Yoongi realized that them was actually Taehyung. "Taehyung..?" He questioned, and with a toothbrush in his hand, headed over. The older hyung crouched down, keeping himself up on his bare toes, licking his chopped lips as a look of concern flashed over his pale features, something rarely seen disturb the rapper. "Are you crying?"
"N-no, hyung.." Taehyung lulled his head from side to side, hair curling and messing up as it rubbed against his sleeved forearm. "I'm okay." But his another, almost desperate sniff said otherwise.Yoongi bit his lip, and almost stood up and left, but the sympathy and the need to comfort this adorably annoying human being was too strong, so instead of leaving he reached out, hand resting on Tae's shoulder.
"What's the matter?" he asked, thumb coaxing the side of his throat, and it made him lift his head. His cheeks were swollen and red, eyes puffy, tear drops stuck between his long eyelashes. Yoongi thought that Tae was pretty in any form and every angle, but seeing this..weak and vulnerable side of him has only proven that Taehyung, was in fact, the most beautiful in late hours on the cold tiles, with his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, and tears streaming down his soft, baby cheeks.
"They don't like my shirt, h-hyung.." He hiccuped, and god, it suddenly seemed like the world's worst problem if it got Tae this shattered. "Who doesn't like your shirt..?" Yoongi asked confusedly, and it made his eyes wander over Taehyung's chest. Ah. It was one of his DIY projects, a neat black sweater with little triangles cut at the base of his shoulders, various clips attacked to the sleeves, and patches of other material over is chest. It looked kind of vintage, as far as Yoongs reached into fashion, and it looked so Taehyung that it made the rapper smile."I p-posted it on my t-twitter account and everyone said it was ugly.." Taehyung murmured sadly, his knees lowering down, and he spread his legs at each side of Yoongi's toes, head hanging between his shoulders. He looked like a puppy, sad and lost and soaked with rain, and the sudden urge to cradle him and comfort him threw Yoongi off guard, making him freeze for few ticking seconds. "Oh Taehyung.." He finally spoke through a small chuckle, lowering down on his knees, kneeling between his legs. "I like it." He found himself saying, and before he could suck it back in his mouth, Taehyung's widened eyes met his. And then he smiled, his rectangular,boxy smile that made Yoongi's insides melt and heart squeeze in his chest, his palms sweat and fingertips twitch, his lips to dry and eyes to stare, stare at he ethereal picture before him.
"R-really?"
"Really." He choked out, somehow, without Taehyung noticing his struggles. The younger boy shifted, his arms sliding up Yoongi's shoulders, until they locked behind his neck. Tae pulled himself forward, hugging his hyung around the neck, and there was nothing but vacuum between them, knocking all air from Yoongi's chest. His hug was tight but sweet, gentle, thankful, comforting. The heat of his body radiated and consumed him whole, and he liked it, more than he should. Yoongi's hands didn't wait for long, as he settled himself against Tae, arms around his strong waist, and nose pressed to his shoulder. He didn't dare move, not to disturb this peaceful moment.
"T-thank you, hyung.." Taehyung's warm breath was against his neck and his body was alert, wrecked thoroughly with shivers and quick breaths of surprised gasps, and nothing felt better.
That night, Taehyung slept in Yoongi's bed, because he had asked to and Yoongi couldn't say no. Yoongi's flushed cheeks faced the wall, back against Taehyung's, but still it felt too close and too personal. He usually didn't share beds with anyone but tonight was an exception, because Tae was sad.
And nothing could compare to the feeling of Taehyung shifting, and draping his arm around Yoongi's waist, and pressing his nose to the nape of his neck, and whispering 'goodnight, hyung' with that low and husky voice of his. And in that heart-stopping moment, Yoongi realized that in fact, he's fallen in love with Kim Taehyung.