Little Escape

New Neighbors

"Is there wifi here?"
Taehyung blinked.
The cute twink was talking to him?!

"Yh-yh I think so".
He held out a phone.
"Password", he demanded quietly.
"Cute".
Taehyung typed in the password, bending slightly to reach Yoongi's height.
Yoongi nodded in thanks and scurried of.
Taehyung dropped the box and looked in the direction he had gone.
Wouldn't he help unpack?

Hoseok came up.
"Hey, isn't Yoongi going to help with his stuff?"
"Oh, um- he will, he has business to attend to in his room".
"He asked for the Wifi password".
Hoseok shrugged.
"Call his parents maybe".
Taehyung cocked his head to one side.
Hadn't Yoongi run from hi parents?
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It had been 6 hours, 16 minutes and nine point eight seconds.
Not like Taehyung was counting or anything.
He was just good at maths.
Anyways, it had been that amount of time ever since he had helped drop the boxes, then Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi thanked him and shut the door.

Now none of them had come out and he was itching with the urge to go in.

Not like he was watching the room or anything.
He was just peeping from his peekhole at Jimin's door and had happened to take note of this development.

Sighing, he drew back.
"What are you doing Kim Taehyung?"

Just then, there was a knock.
He opened the door.
It was Hoseok.
"I was just leaving and came to say goodbye. Jimin said you could come over if you want".
"I'll see. Bye Hoseok hyung".

He shook Hoseok's hand, startled by his firm grasp.
Once Hoseok walked away, he took a minute to compose himself, make sure he was dressed well then walk to Jimin's apartment.

He wasn't sure why he did that. Jimin didn't really give two shits about casual appearance and he didn't either.

Maybe it was because he didn't want Yoongi to judge him. Or he was still reeling from the embarrassment of going out in pyjamas.

Was that why the usual walk of thirty seconds felt like thirty years?
Shaking his head he knocked on the door.

Jimin opened it.
"Oh hey dude. Come in".
Taehyung smiled and obliged.

The house looked the same, yet different.
There seemed to be more stuff on the shelf, more items in the kitchen, basically more life if such a thing was possible.

They sat at the living room and Taehyung couldn't help but blurt the first thing that came to mind-
Or rather the only thing that had been in his mind.

"Where's Yoongi anyway?"