The fireplace was glowing bright into the big room. Silence had taken over the whole house— the fire and the conversation between the two men being the only thing that kept them sane. The fire was bigger than what they usually had and it made the room cozy. Cozy enough for Taehyung and Yoongi to just spread out on the rug next to the couch, their heads laying next to each other but their body's laying in separate directions. It was cozy.

Their heads brush together if they move in a certain way as they try to explain something they're talking about. Yoongi expresses things he talks about with his hands just as much as Taehyung does. They noticed that, but they never said anything about it. Yoongi seems to have lots more to talk about, so Taehyung just sits there and listens like he's made to do so.

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" Taehyung suddenly asks.

Yoongi grimaces as he stares at the ceiling. He's done a lot of embarrassing things— not counting the things that other people did to him on purpose. He could talk about his embarrassment from his bullies for days.

Not including those memories?

There's one time in middle school where he tripped over his own shoe in gym (all because he had let his shoelace come undone). He wanted to outrun the stupid boys who used to make fun of him all the time. He really would've done it if it weren't for the shoes. Yoongi can really run fast if he wants to.

There's another time where he fell asleep in class (in high school) and nobody had woken him up, so the most popular girl in school literally poked at him and screeched like a bird because he was in her seat. Turns out that he slept through lunch that day as well. He ended up just skipping school for the rest of the day and he wrote in his journal at his usual spot at the park. His spot at his tree. He carved his name into that tree every day. Same spot so that it would never disappear.

He hasn't seen that tree in years.

Or maybe the most embarrassing thing he's done is letting himself fall in love with someone completely out of this world. He was stupid to ever let himself do that. He embarrassed himself plenty of times over past relationships and stupid feelings.

He's not mad at love. Just at himself.

Mad at himself for letting people take over him and treat him like he's just a body. Like all he's good for is sex and nothing more.

The silence in the room right now was killing both Yoongi and Taehyung. Taehyung is a patient guy. He could sit here for forever, but he couldn't stand the loud silence— if that even makes any sense.

"My whole life is pretty embarrassing." Yoongi simply said. "I'm a journalist, but I could possibly write a whole book on my life. I'm sure people can relate to my stupidness."

Taehyung could finally breathe. The room was getting a little awkward as Yoongi went quiet.

"Embarrassment has nothing to do with stupidity." He chuckled. "Things are only embarrassing if you find them embarrassing. I once had to dress up in a cheerleading outfit in front of the whole school. I treated that role like I was a model. Embarrassed? Never. It's all in your head, hyung." He reached his arm behind his head to pat Yoongi's head.

Yoongi giggled at the thought of Taehyung in a cheerleader outfit. Him? Seriously?

"You must've been popular in school." Yoongi chuckled. "Did you have pom-poms, too?"

In fact, Taehyung actually did have some.

"Yep. Green with some white thrown into them. It was actually not so bad. I cheered my heart out that day." He suddenly stood up and clapped loudly. Yoongi lifted himself up to sit and turned to look up at the younger.

He started laughing loudly, his gums showing and his body tipping over as he watched Taehyung spread his arms and start to cheer. But his mind went completely blank when he suddenly heard the name of the school he was cheering for. The same school Yoongi went to.

And green and white was his school colors..

"Wait—" Yoongi stopped laughing and furrowed his eyebrows up at Taehyung, who just stopped cheering and looked back with just as much confusion as Yoongi had.

"Huh?" Taehyung blinked at him as he lowered his arms back to his side.

Yoongi just bit his lip, worrying now more than ever. "How old are you, exactly?" He asked. Taehyung pursed his lips. That's too sudden of a question. Is he not younger than him? Didn't they establish this already?

"I'm twenty-four." Taehyung sat back down as Yoongi laid back in his original position. "Why? What does that even mean?" He asked. He laid his head back down next to Yoongi again.

Yoongi started to bite at his fingernails. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly so nervous at the possibility of Taehyung going to the same school that he went to. Maybe he didn't.

"Nothing." Yoongi stared at the unlit chandelier above him. Nothing else seemed to matter to look at unless it was Taehyung, but he's not really in his eye sight right now.

"Okay," Taehyung stretched his arms out in front of him, clueless to Yoongi's inner thoughts. "I'm going to go take a shower." He turned his head and licked his lips as he realized how close he was to Yoongi. His ear was just right there and the skin on his cheek was just glowing and soft and beautiful..

"Don't miss me too much, hyung." Taehyung whispered possibly as low as he could— and Yoongi felt it throughout his whole body. Taehyung merely stood up and ran towards the stairs, leaving Yoongi to tingle all over.

Yoongi's eyes were wide as he watched Taehyung leave him there, still shocked.

He felt Taehyung's breath against his ear and he could basically hear the smirk on his lips as he whispered into his ear. Yoongi got chills that sent electricity all the way through his whole body and almost straight to his dick.

Was that a fucking tease? Why was his voice so low and... sexy? How? And Why?

Yoongi whimpered as he replayed Taehyung's voice in his head, feeling himself getting turned on automatically. He was just laid into a ball on the floor, now biting his tongue to stay calm. He felt helpless. What kind of person gets turned on so easily like that? By a voice?

He shouldn't act this way.

His legs squeezed together in hopes that he wouldn't actually get fucking turned on by just one sentence. It's crazy how easily your body can just react to the most simple things.

Fucking Kim Taehyung.

Who does he think he is?

-

Yoongi always was one to overthink every thing he ever did or anything that ever happened in his life. So, when he realized the possibility of Taehyung somehow going to the same high school that he went to, of course his first instinct was to overreact and think too much about it. It had started off simple.

  Thought number one: What if Taehyung had heard stories from lower classmates of Yoongi's? It's possible. Schools can have inside jokes that last for forever. Yoongi remembers every year that his school would retell an old story from years ago. The same stupid story about the lunch lady who had slipped over a student— come to find out it was on purpose— but that's not the point. The point is that stories can last forever in that school.

  Yoongi wasn't your average student. He had been bullied and looked down on for years. Sure, he tried to fit in, but it never worked. He was like your stereotypical "nerd" that nobody liked. The closest thing to popular that he came to was his stories of being bullied.

  What if Taehyung had heard the stories of how people would lock him outside the school? Or what if he knew about the one time that the most popular guy in school— his nickname was A.J.— pushed and rolled Yoongi's car into the middle of the road, and the office had to call Yoongi for him to even know about it. Or maybe Taehyung knew about the story of A.J. pretending to ask Yoongi to prom, getting his hopes up (even if he did hate A.J.). Him and his little friends recorded Yoongi's reaction to it all and recorded him actually agreeing to go to prom with him. What an idiot he was.

  Either way, what if Taehyung knew?

  Thought number two: What if Taehyung was actually going to do the same thing that A.J. had done to him? Make fun of him? What if everything about this trip was planned? The trip, the flight, running into Taehyung, the power going out, being stuck with him. What if it was all a set-up.? Another joke..?

  What if it was worse?

  What if Taehyung was lying about everything? What if he actually had been in the same class as Yoongi and he just didn't remember? What if he's wearing some kind of beautiful mask and he's just one of A.J's friends and A.J. is actually still trying to mess with Yoongi again— Just like the old days? Like high school.

  It all sounds stupid.

  But Yoongi can't help his thoughts.

  And so, with that in mind, Yoongi decided to lock himself in his room as Taehyung took a shower. He decided that he's going to completely ignore Taehyung for the rest of the trip. It's not like Taehyung would mind. It's not like Yoongi should mind either. They don't really know each other. Taehyung doesn't need Yoongi. Yoongi doesn't need Taehyung.

  As soon as the power comes back on, Yoongi will be gone. He doesn't need the rest of his trip. He doesn't want to be in the same house with someone who went to the same school that he went to. It just brings back memories. Yoongi doesn't like memories.

  Staying away won't be hard.

-

  "Hyung?" Taehyung bounced on his toes softly, making his lantern sway back towards him. He knocked on Yoongi's door with probably too much confidence. "I remembered a recipe that my mom taught me. We have all of the ingredients. I checked. We can cook together again tonight." He was talking to Yoongi's door at this point.

  Taehyung stood there in silence now, no sound coming from Yoongi's room. His smile fell as his face formed a confused expression instead. "Hyung, are you—"

  "I don't want it." Yoongi finally said. His voice was muffled from the door. The younger's heart suddenly clenched at the sound of Yoongi's voice. He hadn't really spoken to him so harshly before, but it kind of shot bullets through Tae's whole body. "I'm tired. Just go make it yourself. I'll eat in the morning."

  Tired?

  Taehyung frowned. His arm fell to his side, his lantern dangling at his legs. How can someone be tired barely in the afternoon? And why did he have to be so harsh?

  "Okay.." Taehyung finally backed away from the door, but was hopeful to think that Yoongi would open the door and say he was joking, coming out with his gummy smile and open arms like some kind of movie scene.

  He didn't, though.

  "Okay." Taehyung repeated.

  Okay. He'll make it on his own. Pasta. It's fun to make pasta all alone, right? But he wanted Yoongi to help with the meat.. Yoongi's meat tastes good. It will taste better if he cooked it. But, if he's really that tired.. Then, okay.

Taehyung will have dinner alone.

-

  Taehyung ended up cooking, eating, and cleaning all alone. Yoongi didn't come out of his room once. He ended up not cooking the pasta like he wanted to. He made ramen noodles and called it a day, because the pasta wouldn't have tasted right with nobody else to eat it with him at the dinner table.

  Yoongi was quiet up in his room.

  The whole lodge was silent. Taehyung ended up sitting at the piano bench again, because he was already used to playing it every night and was used to having someone next to him in the lodge. He hadn't realized how much time he had been spending with Yoongi. It's honestly kind of boring now to stare around the lodge all alone and reminisce on things alone.

  So he started to play the piano.

-

  Yoongi heard the piano keys softly being pressed downstairs. It sounded like Taehyung was just playing the saddest songs that came to his mind, and Yoongi was trying his best not to listen and not to itch at wanting to be there and play the piano with him. It took everything in him to not come out of his room.

  It's probably worth it, though.

  He merely stared up at the ceiling, trying to sleep to the piano, but then he heard that same beautiful singing from earlier and he fell in a blank state of mind. It sounded heavenly. Like Taehyung's voice was soothing him. (It was).

  Yoongi's been broken too much to let some singing and piano playing break his walls, though. He had trusted everyone way too much in the past to just walk right out of that door and let Tae fuck him over like everyone else in this mess of a world has. He's not going to let himself get hurt again. Especially not by a damn stranger that he met a few days ago.

Even though he does enjoy company—

  Anyways, he wraps himself up like a burrito in his blankets to pulled himself away from wanting to go downstairs— even if he was hungry and wanted to play the piano.

  It's just not worth it.

  He'd rather go to sleep now and wake up while Taehyung is sleeping and sneak food into his room than go and face him right now.

  And that's what he does.

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