a/n I got to about 800ish words and I have no clue what else to write for this chap so I guess the next chap will be coming pretty soon then? This took a while because my writing was horrible;-; + I made hot cross buns and it took my 6 hours (you know with all time you give for the dough to rise) and then I BuRNt ThEM. I WaStED 6 HoURs oF mY sAd lIl lIFe on BUrnT HoT cRoSS BuNs. ;-; ANd ThEn I FoRgOtt To pUt the cross on them. So they're just burnt hot buns.
yay.
Yoongi finishes his phone call just a few seconds before Taehyung enters their apartment, his pale finger perplexedly pressing the red end call button. The phone call has his heart pounding in his chest and a sense of newfound hope in his mind. It sounds horrifically cliché but he feels like things will finally start to go right.
But is it possible for someone to change their mind so soon?
The apartment door bangs shut, then the sound of keys jingling and being twisted in a lock follows. Yoongi rubs his face anxiously and with a mild sense of trepidation.
"Taehyung?" his voice comes out raspy, underlined with nervousness and hesitant eager.
There's a hum coming from near the door and then the sound of shoes(the nasty neon orange converses that Yoongi hates but Taehyung seems to wear everywhere) hastily being plonked onto the floor before Taehyung barrels into the small living room.
His hair is an artistic mess, flicked up at odd angles and held back by a red bandanna that's tied in a knot at the back of his head. The man still has his coat on and backpack strapped to his shoulders. He'd just come from an art class and his hands are littered with mischevious pen marks that un-deliberately he must have formed whilst sketching. Yoongi rolls his eyes reminiscently as he notices the small phallic shaped drawing snuck into the fold of golden skin on Taehyung's wrist.
"Hyung?"
The younger's silently scanning the other, head slightly tilted to a side, letting bangs of hair faintly brush his shoulder. He pouts, baffled at Yoongi's behaviour.
The werewolf decides to wait for a while as he rubs the nape of his neck unconsciously, an odd habit he had picked up from his stern-eyed farther when he was stressed, and tries to figure out a way to gently tell Taehyung. In the end, he gives up as Taehyung's resembling a confused puppy and Yoongi can feel guilt worm into his heart, "Jungkook rang," he blurts out, rather brashly.
Taehyung stiffens instinctively, bizarrely resembling a meercat. Fear and foreboding licks at the crevices of his abused heart and he has to force the words out of his mouth, "What did he say?" The words feel like burning charcoal on his tongue.
A strange silence fills the room and paints the walls in intense anticipation.
Yoongi laughs harshly, the mirthless sound echoing in Taehyung's ears. "He said," Yoongi pauses, clearing his throat," He said that he wants to meet up with you. That he's had a sudden epiphany and realised that you and he are equals. That he wants to meet up with you because he wants to explain," he explains dryly, edging on derisive.
Taehyung gulps. Nervously licks his lips. The skin is dry and cracked and he winces.
"And- And call me stupid. I'm sorry Taehyung but I can find myself believing him, I've known him for a while and the damn brat's never sounded so guilty," he says this as he looks into the brown of Taehyung's eyes with an unnerving conviction.
There's an awful sob, a dry heave of air from Taehyung before Yoongi's rushing forward and hugging the man. He pungently smells of acrylic paint and his tears are heavy on his soft cheeks. They're small sapphires that Yoongi wishes the world would never see. Gently he wipes away the tears and pats his roommate's head.
"I'll be with you, it'll be public and you'll be safe," Yoongi states. He smiles fondly at his friend. In his mind he feels like he's forcing Taehyung to meet Jungkook, forcing Taehyung to be with him but in his heart, he hopes—just hopes that his friend will stop being so sad.
In a broken voice, Taehyung replies," Th-thankyou Yoongs, for bearing with me and looking after me."
"What are you saying kid? Without you, I'd probably be rooming with some weird pedo, worst of all a fucker that likes dogs," Yoongi snorts.
Taehyung lifts his head from the damp tear stained shoulder of Yoongi to shoot him a glare.
Yoongi frowns. There are a few seconds of what seems to be an internal war before Yoongi gives up and sighs.
"Fine, No problem Taehyung, I love you and you didn't deserve what was done to you," he finishes.
Taehyung continues his glare.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to swear, I meant to say a dolphin bamboozler that likes dogs. Dogs are fucking weird anyway. Why does everyone thinking I'm a dog when I turn into a werewolf?" Yoongi growls. The coral pink of his lips are pulled under the glistening white of one of his canine teeth,
Taehyung sniggers. Faintly the werewolf smiles, glad the latter is finally happy.
They brotherly hug for a while until Taehyung speaks up and breaks the relaxing silence that'd settled over them, "I think I will meet him."
Yoongi pats his back before smiling at him reassuringly.
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