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EIGHTEEN

One of the perks of homeschooling was having no friends. When you didn't have friends, they couldn't tease you about crushes.

Jeongguk, Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon all took it upon themselves to blow up the group chat with their "advice", which was really just the two words kiss him. Some advice that was.

Ultimately, Hoseok decided that he was overthinking. He would just take the floor.

Taehyung had exited the bathroom hours ago, and Hoseok was avoiding looking him in the eye. Now, as Hoseok sat on his phone, Taehyung was looking out the window. He was softly singing a song. Hoseok caught only a few lines.

"On my pillow, can't get me tired. . ."

Hoseok wondered if this was one of Taehyung's original songs or not. He remembered when they'd first locked eyes—the day that Taehyung was singing his pretty song with his pretty voice.

Taehyung finished the song and Hoseok tried not to feel disappointed once it ended. Taehyung turned to face Hoseok.

"It's getting late," he said.

Hoseok agreed with a nod. "Uh. . . who gets the bed?"

Taehyung frowned. He tilted his head. "It's a king sized bed, Seok. We can both fit on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I won't."

Hoseok grimaced. Taehyung was probably saying that out of kindness. He said weakly, "Rock paper scissors? Winner gets the bed?"

Taehyung just raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Hoseok replayed that sound in his head as many times as he could.

Taehyung won, scissors to Hoseok's paper. The lights were now off and Taehyung had thrown down a blanket and a pillow for Hoseok.

"Are you sure you're okay down there, Seok?"

"Yes."

Hoseok laid in the dark for a bit, trying to close his eyes, but he couldn't deny the discomfort he was feeling, especially in his back.

He didn't want to sound like a spoiled brat, but he wasn't used to sleeping on such a hard surface. The beds at the palace were always soft and fluffy. He shifted multiple times, until he heard Taehyung sigh and stand.

Before Hoseok could really understand what was going on, Taehyung had scooped him up, bridal style.

"T-Taehyung!" Hoseok squeaked. "What are you—"

"You're clearly uncomfortable." Taehyung set Hoseok down on the bed gently. He then bent down and grabbed Hoseok's pillow and blanket—which Hoseok then realized was the only blanket. Taehyung had sacrificed it for his sake.

"Taehyung, you really don't have to—"

"Like I said, I don't mind." Taehyung walked around the bed to take his place on the other side. "Just go to sleep, Seok. We gotta catch the bus tomorrow. Goodnight."

There was no room for debate. ". . .Goodnight."

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