i'll give you the sun

part 8.

Taehyung steps into the penthouse again after four months and nothing has changed, not really.

He spins around to look at Yoongi, a careful little smile on his face.

"Are you perhaps staying the night?" He asks, pulling on Taehyung's hand.

The house is filled with Taehyung's laughter for the first time in four months and Yoongi can almost hear the walls breathing a sigh of relief, whispering Taehyung a well awaited "welcome home.".

"Do you think I'm easy?" Taehyung counters, eyebrow raised.

Yoongi groans because of course Taehyung would find a way to make this so endearingly difficult. "Are you going to make me suffer?"

"Maybe," But Taehyung slides closer to him, hands coming to rest on Yoongi's hip. He can feel the warmth from Taehyung's fingers, feels his thumb pressing into his hip, the pressure not exactly gentle but not too much, either.

"Do you kiss on the first date, at least?" Yoongi is astounded at his own ability to form words at this point, but he wants to play along, wants to cherish this reunion for as long as he can.

Taehyung's answer is a soft little hum right before he presses his lips against Yoongi's, and, god, it feels exactly like home.

He kisses Taehyung back, slow and soft at first but the desperation manages to break through his reservation and the kiss turns heated, all hot and burning white passion. Taehyung returns it with as much fervour; hand around Yoongi's waist to pull him closer.

"Do you think we should, ah," Taehyung manages to get out, panting heavily as Yoongi's kisses trail down his mouth to settle on his neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a mark that'll last for days. "- christen the bed?"

Yoongi looks up at him through heavy eyes and Taehyung, although a little bit dazed, takes it as a chance to pull Yoongi along behind him.

They fall in a mess of limbs and cursing from Yoongi, because they're so close, it's been so fucking long, and god damn it, Kim fucking Taehyung.

Taehyung's on top of him in the next second, knees braced on either side of him and hands splayed out on his chest.

Yoongi stares up at him, all flushed cheeks and eyes blown from want – from the utter need.

"I love you," Yoongi brings Taehyung down with a tug of his hand and their lips crush together again, Taehyung's teeth almost biting down too hard on Yoongi's lip when Yoongi's hands start to travel elsewhere, his fingers leaving a burning hot trail on Taehyung's skin. "And I've never thought otherwise, Taehyung, even after you left."

Taehyung collapses on top of him, eyes shut tight and fingers looking for something to clutch at – Taehyung settles on tangling his fingers into Yoongi's hair, "I love you, too," Taehyung whispers straight into his ear, lips brushing against his neck. "I thought about you everyday."

And outside, if they'd only managed to chance a glance at the window, they would've noticed a small, faint twinkling in the night sky.

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Rain splatters the windows and lulls them further into sleep. Yoongi wakes up some time around seven and he's suddenly overcome with emotion. Taehyung is curled close to him, quietly sleeping. Outside, the rain still falls heavily and Yoongi knows that he'll be fine, they'll both be fine.

He plays with Taehyung's hair, has missed doing it, has missed having the other side of the bed occupied, has missed fighting for the fluffiest blankets. He's missed him and now that he knows what it's like to lose Taehyung, Yoongi is more afraid but also more determined that he wouldn't let go, not again.