i think you're pretty....

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TAEHYUNGThe next day Yoongi went with him to find an apartment he liked. The first one seemed to have mold, and the second one was too small. The third one seemed okay. Taehyung placed down a payment on it and Yoongi helped him get an inspector for the apartment.

Now they were eating by ice cream by the river. They had the rest of the week off and with nothing else to do, they spent it together.

i need to get my stuff from my house.

Yoongi nodded. "We can do that today. Do you want me to go inside with you?"

Taehyung nodded. He couldn't grab it all by himself but, his dad wouldn't be home he worked Wednesdays.

After they ate, they took Yoongi's car and headed to Taehyung's house. The front door was locked so they climbed a tree to Taehyung's room.

Taehyung landed on the floor quietly while Yoongi thudded in behind him. Yoongi marveled at Taehyung's room. He'd never seen it before and smiled.

It was very minimal, with a bed, desk, and a dresser. The walls were hand-painted. Taehyung had taken a brush and painted over the dry wall. And what had he drawn? Swirls of the ocean of course.

"You never told me about this." Yoongi reached out and touched the chipping paint.

you never asked.

Taehyung went to his dresser and quickly began shoving things into a duffel bag. He'd missed having his own clothes. Everything Yoongi owned was too big on him.

"What can I grab?" Yoongi offers.

Taehyung points to a backpack, then at the art supplies on his desk. He nodded and walked off across the room.

"If I asked you to paint my room, what would you charge me?" Yoongi asks the boy.

Taehyung takes a minute to type out a snarky comeback.

maybe a night with you. clothes optional.

Yoongi blushed. Taehyung had never seen him blush, his face was bright red. Taehyung grinned and kissed him quickly before shoving more clothes in his bag.

He threw some other shoes in his tote bag, some boots, sandals and converse. He looked around the room for anything else he might need. His eyes landed on the bed. His box of razors were stuffed between the mattress and the bed frame.

He took a step towards it. He could need them.

He looked up at Yoongi, who was staring at him. No, Yoongi was all he needed.

"Do you want the bed sheets?"

He shook his head.

"Any books or art? I grabbed everything on the desk." He shows off the paint-stained desk, now lonely.

Taehyung shook his head and tried to go for the window.

"We can't get down with this, we're gonna fall let's go through the door we can lock it behind us." Yoongi touched Taehyung's elbows softly.

Tae nods and heads for his broken door. He'd forgotten about it until now and stopped when he saw it, the wood splintered across his floor, a gaping hole in his once loved door.

"How did that happen?" Yoongi asks curiously.

Taehyung left, leaving Yoongi to skip after him. The hallway was dim and smelled faintly of mold. The two headed down the stairs that creaked and shuddered, but Taehyung danced around them without making a sound.

It hurt Yoongi a little bit, to see the boy so timid. His eyes were so big, and he kept twisting his hands anxiously.

They walked into a kitchen that smelled strongly of alcohol. The older boy felt his entire world shift, everything that he thought about Taehyung made sense now.there was a thud behind them.