"don't say you love me like that; like you're saying goodbye."
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in which yoongi and taehyung are ex-lovers who meet once again in tokyo, spending one last night together, learning how to both love and let go.
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a taegi short story; @springbts...
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"You asleep, Tae?"
It's an hour or so after they've stumbled into a hotel, the nearest they could find.
The tension had strung almost too palpable, had formed such a thick sense of fumbling haste that Yoongi had felt like his body might just give way with all the furious need roaring through him before they'd ever reach their hotel room.
But they did, soon enough, and before the door had closed Yoongi was already reaching for Taehyung, urgency a fuel in his veins. They'd tumbled onto the bed then, fast and heady and the room spins in a soft blur, rushing to drop a trail of clothes all the way from the door; and afterwards Yoongi hadn't felt anything much, only remembers the way Taehyung had felt in him, under him, hazy and blurred over with sloppy gasps and firm fingers gripping on hips.
It had felt like the sweetest relief.
Now they're lying in bed, sated and sleepy. Outside, rain pours down heavy; Tokyo is all downcast blue hues, the grey clouds hanging so low they almost brush the edges of the skyscrapers.
Taehyung is nestled against Yoongi's side, his face burrowed in the curve where Yoongi's neck meets his shoulders. When Taehyung shifts and his nose brushes the dips of Yoongi's collarbone, Yoongi feels a tiding in his chest, warm and slow, an ocean trapped in his ribcage.
He'd forgotten just how much he'd missed this.
Yoongi quietly shifts, careful to keep his right arm holding Taehyung close to his chest steady. He raises his left hand up, skims his ex-boyfriend's cheeks in light touches. Touches that ghosts over so softly it's as if Yoongi's scared - that if he fully presses on his fingertips, Taehyung will crumble under his touch.
Even now, this doesn't seem real - this. (Them, together again, even if only for a night.)
"Hmm." The sound echoes low in Taehyung's throat. It sighs between the sheets, rumbles nicely in Yoongi's body. "Sort of. I almost fell asleep, I think." He slowly peeks his eyes open, one gentle eyelid at a time, and smiles slow.
"Sorry," Yoongi whispers, his fingers now slowly drifting towards Taehyung's bangs. He hesitates for a second, and then lets his fingers gently caress Taehyung's forehead, playing with his hair. Taehyung sighs, a small contented sound, and Yoongi's stomach heats up. "Sorry. Did I wake you?"
Taehyung shakes his head, and his eyelids are halfway drooping again as he mumbles low, "I always sleep better when I'm with you." A half-sigh drifts from his lips. "I just don't want to fall asleep. Don't want to...don't want to miss out on the time we have."
Yoongi blinks at the unexpected words. His fingers pause. Something like nostalgia, folded up and tucked in behind his heart, seemed to pour loose all of a sudden; nostalgia of nights long past - where sleeping together side by side seemed like the easiest thing to do in the world.
