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Storm

Yoongi

I lift myself off of the bed, groaning at the pain in my lower back. I yawn loudly, energy drained still. I look at the foot of the bed, the lump of our feet tangled together covered by Holly sleeping peacefully. I slide my feet out of the trap, careful not to wake the beast, or Holly. Next to me, Taehyung shifts, causing panic to take over my heartbeat that was once slowed. I get off the bed, limping over the bathroom.

I close the door and start the shower, putting the water slightly warmer than usual. I take off my boxers, stepping into the warm water, immediately relaxing under the water pellets.

"Yoongi?" a deep, raspy voice asks from my room.

I sigh, "I'm in the shower Tae!"

He opens the door and sits on the toilet, not being able to see me from behind the curtain, "Can I join?"

I blush heavily, "N-no!"

He snickers, "Fine."

I grab some soap, washing my hair, and massaging my head. I close my eyes and sigh, smiling. I tug at my hair, creating a more relaxed vibe to my shower. I feel a squeeze at my right buttcheek. Screaming, I turn around, seeing Taehyung smirking with his hand outstretched.

"You suck!" I yell, covering my bottom half.

He laughs, "Relax, it's not like I've never seen you naked before."

I sigh, "Yeah, but that was when you were high off of me. Not when you're sober and provided with light."

"True, but now I can see the true beauty of your body. No lust or whatnot."

I blush, beginning to watch the soap out of my hair. I close my eyes again, breathing slowly. I hear the shower curtain move, and Taehyung's snicker as he sits back on the toilet. I begin to hum, swaying softly. I couldn't remember any of the words, but I remembered the name. It was Happy Pills by Weathers.

"We can go to my house, if you wanna. Hang out in my bedroom, lose your honor." I sang softly.

"Weathers, huh?"

"I love this song. It reminds me of us."

"It's about drugs...sorta."

"It's about lust being a drug. We take strange things to feel normal," I say, before singing again.

"You sound good Yoongi."

"I don't really...I just try sometimes," I whisper, "But thanks anyway."

I turn the water off, taking a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I sit on the floor, lying my head on Tae's lap that was only covered by a pair of black basketball shorts. I look up at him, smiling. He smiles too, kissing my nose.

"You sing for me Tae. Please?"

"Alright."

I close my eyes, stretching my legs out.

"What song?"

I shrug, "Do something slow."

"Wake up in Tokyo, feel like a torso
I know it's time to go
I see Pinocchio wearing a poncho
That's me some time ago
Do I miss myself?
Do I miss your face?
I don't know
I don't know" he sings softly, pure emotion flowing through his words.

I open my eyes, "I don't know that song."

"Namjoon wrote it, he told me he wanted me to sing it for his YouTube channel. I still haven't, I just have in memorized."