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Somehow it works. Somehow the warmness of their intertwined hands helps them focus enough to collect some very spectacular points ("Hyung, this one's easy! It's like a dog, but not a dog and they have problems with it in Canada!""Is it a raccoon?""Yes! Oh my god, we got it!") and some very unhappy complaints from other teams. But then Yoongi feels anything but focused on stupid games when at one point of the night Taehyung starts to caress his thumb over Yoongi's skin. His courage is suddenly gone, replaced by drunk gay panic but he doesn't react to it, instead just drinking some more, letting himself feel what he feels even if it's only for tonight. It earns him some suspicious looks from Jimin and Jungkook but he ignores them also. They can judge him all they want, he doesn't care. It's not like he's gonna actually do something.

"Would you like to go for a smoke?" Tae's leaning towards him, causing his heart to almost fly out of his chest. For fuck's sake being so ethereal should be banned.

"Oh, sure. That's-, that's a good idea." Yoongi tries to ignore the curious glances others send their way when they're putting their shoes on and walking in front of a house. His hands are shaking a little bit when he's taking a cigarette out of the pack. Nicotine. That's what he needs.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Tae smiles, while lighting up his own cig. He's taking a drag and then slowly exhales the smoke, his head thrown back a little bit. And Yoongi doesn't need it, thank you very much - the sight of golden skin on Tae's neck makes his palms sweat. "All of us together once again."

"It is. I had no idea I missed you all so much" his voice is quiet, almost whisper-like but he knows the boy can still hear him. "I have a lot of fun tonight."

"Good, me too. But we always had the best times together, didn't we?" Tae's closer now. He's leaning against the wall next to him, his camel coat touching Yoongi's black one. "Remember when we went to this birthday party without my parents knowing?"

"We were in another town when they told you to be home in ten minutes. I think I've never driven so fast in my entire life" they laugh. Of course they laugh, it's a funny memory. And they're leaning even more towards each other now, but it's because of the way that Tae laughs - with his whole body. "I've always thought that it was me, who had a bad influence on you, but right now I'm thinking it was the opposite. You always put me in trouble."

"When have I ever put you in trouble? Give me one example!"

"Remember when you made me go to the forest at night and we got lost at like two a.m.?"

"Okay, give me two examples!"

"I broke my hand after you decided you're going to push me around in a trolley."

"Three examples?"

They're laughing again and it's so easy – all of their weird, peculiar awkwardness vanished at some point of the night (maybe just after the fourth drink) and it's good. It's the best Yoongi has felt in a long time. He's looking at Tae, who returns the gaze all pretty and hot, with long lashes that put a shadow over his starry eyes and Yoongi wants to kiss him so badly, he can almost feel his lips itching to do that. But he can't. He has no right.

He's crumbling once again.

"Your laugh is the same" the younger whispers. "You seem like you haven't changed, yet at the same time you feel completely different, you know? But your laugh is the same."

There are a million words in Yoongi's throat but he's not letting any of them out. None of them is right but then, he doubts that the right one even exists.

"I-"

"For god's sake, it's fucking freezing, this damn season" Sangmi shows up on the doorstep, wrapped in a blue fluffy blanket, interrupting his incoherent thoughts. "Tae-ah, Jimin told me to get you. Don't ask why, I have no idea" she shrugs, but something on her face sells the fact that she knows exactly why Park sent her on that mission. Taehyung sighs but nods and soon disappears into the house, leaving Yoongi all alone with Hobi's fiancé. He tries to pass by her and go inside also, but she stops him by putting her hand on his shoulder.

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