Basically, Taehyung was a four year old.

He wanted to look at everything. He wanted to touch all of it, something Yoongi's mother would have smacked his head for when he were younger. However, Yoongi wasn't his mother. He watched Taehyung looking at everything as if it were brand new. A gummy smile forced it's way onto his face as he took in the boyish joy in Taehyung's laughter.

When they stopped for lunch Tae asked for a weird old dish that nobody sold and he pouted for a good ten minutes. Eventually though, he settled for a beef rice bowl, liberally drowning it in soy sauce. Yoongi got a spicy pork rice bowl, Tae's lip curling at the mention of a spicy food. Yoongi just giggled at him.

When they finally went home, it was to take a nap. Yoongi had some work to do anyway.

Yoongi worked from home writing and editing for a local newspaper. Sometimes he wrote stories. Those weren't for anything, just some fun to clear his head.

Yoongi retrieved his work laptop from his desk and settled on the couch. He was immersed in an article about the economic decline due to the hostile relations between North and South Korea when Taehyung rested beside him on the couch.

He curled up on his legs and wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist, humming like a cat.

It was warm. And having Taehyung's even breathing and steady heartbeat against his skin was dizzying. Yoongi was getting sleepy. He tried to focus on the article. His editing deadline was tomorrow morning, but it was a lot to go through.

As his thoughts hazed in and out of focus he was drawn further into Taehyung. He smelled like Yoongi's soap, but it had a distinct "Taehyungness" to it that Yoongi could quite place.

There were hands in his hair, pulling him in, holding him close. A pair of hot lips melted against him with all the unspeakable emotions one could portray through actions. His hands were on the other, holding on, keeping them in place.

"Yongho. Yongho! They're coming!"

The contact was gone, but it lingered as Yongho ran. He craved that contact. Needed it. So he ran. That was the only way. They could never be together this way.

He had to run.

He needed to make it.

For....

Who?

For

For Taehyung.

They had to make it. They would find each other. He promised. He promised.

Taehyung. . . .

Promised. . .