yoongi is standing outside his window.

min yoongi is standing right outside his bedroom window, and all taehyung can do is stareㅡbecause he's wearing a smile taehyung's never seen on him before; a beautiful, genuine smile that's exposing his gums in the least revolting sense possible. it's so abnormal, surreal, that taehyung thinks he's dreaming.

he blinks once, twice. not willing to believe.

and then yoongi raises a hand and waves. his lips part. and he mouthes something too distinctly for taehyung not to read it.

lil bean!

taehyung's mind adds the exclamation point to match yoongi's unwavering grin and enthusiastically waving hand, and he immediately regrets it because it's too different. genuine smiles and eagerness and exclamation points are not things he's ready to associate with yoongi, not yet.

so shaking his head, he shrinks away from the window and whispers, "go away."

yoongi's hand freezes in its motion, but he's still smiling, so taehyung stares at him with all the fierceness he can manage.

"go away," he repeats, louder, straightening from his slouch. "i can't deal with you right now yoongi, go away."

the raised hand finally drops; but he's still smiling.

and then yoongi shakes his head.

"fine. stand there all day, see if i fucking care," taehyung turns his body to completely face the window and slams his fist into the glassㅡyoongi flinches and backs away a step. "because we are not talking right now, alright? now will you stop grinning like that?"

and yoongi does stop grinning. he frowns, but it's not the frown taehyung wantsㅡyoongi's frowning more of a confused frown, not a hurt one.

and he shakes his head again.

"what the fuck?" taehyung murmurs, narrowing his eyes. "can you not get the message? GO AWAY, YOONGI! GO AWAY!"

the other boy's frown deepens, and his head drops down for a few seconds before it rises up again, and the smile is fucking back. taehyung clenches his fists.

"just walk off a cliff."

yoongi nods multiple times in an absent-minded sort of way, bouncing from foot to foot and rubbing his arms while glancing around the garden. he mouthes something again, but he's looking in another direction so taehyung doesn't bother to read it.

and when yoongi finally looks back at taehyung, he widens his eyes like taehyung's the one at fault, and facepalms.

"oh, you did not just facepalm at me," taehyung growls, rising to his feet for god knows what reasonㅡhe knows himself that he's in no state to confront yoongi, so he supposes it's in an attempt to intimidate the other?ㅡwhen yoongi raises his hand hastily to reveal the phone clutched in it, mouthing something again while enunciating careful.

"check my phone?" taehyung mumbles on succeeding in reading the other's lips. he sits back down slowly and picks it up from where he'd set it down, sending a quick eye-roll yoongi's way before bringing his gaze down to the device. "you could have just said so, jesus."

YOONGS: literally cannot
hear a word ur saying?? lol

YOONGS: hi btw !!!!

taehyung looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, to find the other staring back at him expectantly. what the hell does he want me to do, then?

apparently realizing that taehyung is lost as fuck, yoongi's head drops down again, presumably to text him something elseㅡand sure enough, taehyung sees typing pop up at the bottom of the screen.

YOONGS: can u pls open the window

YOONGS: it's freezing out here :(

taehyung clenches his jaw. "you're asking for this, dipshit."

YOONGS
block this contact?
YES | NO

he watches in triumph as yoongi's expression morphs into confusion, but feels the smirk slip off his face as the other's eyebrows raise, almost as if challenging. yoongi begins to dig through his pocket, and taehyung can't resist the urge to watch.

and yoongi pulls out another phone.

"sly little shit," taehyung mutters, not even blinking when a message from an unknown number pops upㅡall too familiar to him, but not to his phone, which he's deleted the contact from.

021-645-3210: taehyuNG
cmon open the window!!!!

021-645-3210: i just wanna talk!!!!!

YOU: I DON'T. GO AWAY YOONGI.

021-645-3210
block this contact?
YES | NO

there's a sudden pound on the window, and taehyung's head darts up in shock, hands fumbling to regain their grip on his phone. yoongi is staring at him, fist resting against the glass and gaze urgent as he mouthes a syllable which taehyung can effortlessly decipher.

don't.

he bites his lip and sighs, glancing at yoongi again, who's now bent over his phone and typing hurriedly.

021-645-3210
block this contact?
YES | NO

021-645-3210: i know u want to block me but
you really have to listen to me taehyung please

021-645-3210: you can't be mad at me forever

021-645-3210: hell i cant even afford for you
to be mad at me for a day???? i need this
week with you please please please!!!!!

021-645-3210: taehyung please

021-645-3210: give me a chance?

taehyung swallows down the block in his throat before typing.

YOU: i'm sorry but youre going
to lose a couple days of that week

YOU: you have to understand that
this is a lot, a LOT for me to take in

YOU: you being all different through
text is one thing, but face to face is just

YOU: it's too much to get used to so soon???

YOU: i'm sorry but it's too strange, way too strange

taehyung's about to give yoongi a minute to form his response, but to his surprise, his reply is a lot more different and quicker than he'd expected.

021-645-3210: i won't say anything

021-645-3210: just open the window

taehyung blinks, glancing at yoongi in question, but he has his focus on his phone again, head ducked low. if he's not going to say anything, then why evenㅡ?

nevertheless, taehyung gets to his feet reluctantly and heaves the window open with a grunt, and on succeeding, he places his elbows on the windowsill and leans his upper body out. he looks at yoongi just in time to see him slip his phone back into his pocket.

taehyung sniffs, glowering down at him. "not a word."

yoongi widens his eyes almost innocently and nods, the corners of his lips turning up slightly. he makes texting motions with his hands and taehyung scowls. "you want me to check my phone?"

a nod.

taehyung rolls his eyes, retrieving his phone and checking his messages. "is this how we're going to talk for the rest ofㅡ"

021-645-3210: i'm
going to hug you now

theㅡ

"you," he places his phone back down, staring at yoongi with a mixture of disbelief and rage as he continues to sputter, "are just a horrible, deceitful, turtle-looking piece ofㅡ"

yoongi extends his arms, scrunching his nose and poutingㅡpoutingㅡand taehyung feels a painful tug in his chest. "stop looking at me like that, yㅡoh my god, that's it. i hate you. i despise you, every particle, every atom of your being, iㅡ" yoongi only increases the intensity of his expression, and taehyung's ready to punch him straight across the face. "jesus, you can hug me, just stopㅡ"

and yoongi hugs him.

it's awkwardㅡyoongi's arms are wrapped around taehyung's mid-chest and taehyung's leaning right over him because, fuck, what else is he supposed to do? on even ground the two have a good three-inch height difference, but with yoongi on his tippy-toes outside the window and taehyung standing inside? how could a hug like that even work?

but then all of a sudden it feels just right because he's hugging yoongi back and he smells like pine needles, a scent taehyung never knew he needed in his life until this moment. an almost natural, musky smell of forests and soil and nature and damn, he really needs to ask yoongi what cologne he uses.

taehyung doesn't know how long it's been when yoongi finally speaks, and he swears he hears a little crack in his voice past the muffle taehyung's clothes produce.

"can i talk now?"

"you kinda just did, but," taehyung sniffs, shifting slightly, "i'll let it slide."

he feels yoongi drop his arms from the hug, but taehyung doesn't budge. "you've never come to my house, have you?" yoongi says, attempting to move out of taehyung's embrace, but taehyung hisses and he stops trying. "what do you say?"

and just like that, it's okay. taehyung searches desperately in his mind, his heart, for signs that he still wants to smash the other's face in, to rip his hair out from the roots and stuff it down his own throatㅡthere's nothing. he wants to be mad, he really does, but he can'tㅡhe's hugging yoongi and yoongi just asked him over to his house, holy shit, taehyung really could scream. as soon as yoongi's gone that's exactly what he's going to do, scream and holler and yell in confusion and distress and happiness until his throat is sore or his mother bursts into his room and asks what the hell is wrong with him. whichever comes first.

"i dunno, yoongs," he mumbles nevertheless, taking another whiff of yoongi's scent. it's so nice and refreshing, i need this shit. "i'm still super pissed at you, y'know?"

yoongi doesn't say anything, but his silence doesㅡtaehyung can tell he wants to point out the fact that taehyung's the one still hugging him, not the other way round. doesn't mean he's any more willing to let go, though.

"i've told maisy, daisy and bob a lot about you, tae. they really want to meet you," yoongi finally says, his tone developing a slight whine. taehyung shakes his head.

"don't care."

"please?" the whine's more evident now, and taehyung feels his mouth twitch into a scowl. "they're really friendly!"

taehyung finally sighs in defeat, trying to sound as annoyed as possible but probably failing because an invitation to yoongi's house is something he's been waiting for for years. "fine. whatever. i'll come to your stupid house."

"wait, for fucking real?"

"yes. now go away," taehyung snaps instinctively.

"okay, sure! i'll see you later, man." yoongi shifts in taehyung's grip unsuccessfully, and there's a pause. yoongi clears his throat awkwardly. "so, like, you gonna let go of me now or?"

"shut up, yoongi."

"but you just told me to goㅡ?"

"shut up."

"just saying," yoongi points out slowly, "but this is like, borderline gay."

"SHUT UP YOONGI, YOU JUST SMELL REALLY NICE OKAY?"

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i feel bad about rushing this chapter but hey, whats done is done :^)

only four more parts woah. it feels like i started this a week ago or smth wtf im lowkey attached

anywAy school has started and im sitting here crying over a video of holly its lit 👍 hope everyone's having a great day and im SORRY i postponed this update sm