"Why do you often spend your time in the library? No one wants to lurk around with books," Yoongi scoffs and sprawls half of his body on the table. The atmosphere of the library makes him vomit.
Taehyung keeps his stare at the papers; he's going to give a short quiz for Yoongi. They've only started last week, but all Yoongi ever does is to doze. Unfortunate for Taehyung since he finds it dreadful to wake him up.
"I do love studying. It makes me knowledgeable," Taehyung mutters under his breath. He barely wants to answer his question, but he knows he has to. For the past week they've been together every dismissal, he has memorized a few of his habits.
Yoongi tends to bother him if he doesn't answer any of his questions. Aside from dozing off, he also has an annoying fetish for black stuff, and he likes to get his black things. For the past week, Taehyung has already lost five black pens and three black journals.
"What are we going to do for today?" Yoongi asks and sighs. When he hears nothing from Taehyung, he decides to tease him. He moves his hand under the table and abruptly pulls the papers.
"What the—"
Taehyung massages his temples to alleviate his stress. Meanwhile, Yoongi gives him a soft chuckle, and goes back to his hobby: sleeping. He brings all the scattered papers into its formal sequence when he notices that Yoongi's sleeping.
"Yoongi hyung," he whispers; his lips almost touching Yoongi's hair. The older one doesn't budge. Taehyung closes the gap between them a little bit and decides to call his name again.
"Yoongi hyung, you have to answer these sheets. I have to go home by six."
He doesn't answer. Instead, he faces the other way. His mouth turns into a half smile when Taehyung starts tugging his uniform.
"Hyung, please. Let's finish this already," Taehyung scrunches his face when his hyung doesn't move. He tugs his uniform a bit harder this time. Yoongi waves his hands in front Taehyung like he doesn't want to be bothered. He bits his lower lip to suppress his laugh.
He sighs and starts fixing his things. The sound of papers overlapping one another makes Yoongi sit up straight. He sees Taehyung cleaning their desk with a grumpy attitude. He's mad at him.
"What are you doing?" He asks, but Taehyung doesn't answer and continues fixing his things. He's been asking for his hyung to do well, or else he'll get chastised by his professor. Up to this day, he still has no idea why his professor badly wants him to tutor Yoongi.
"Taehyung, I'm asking you," he asks. When Taehyung still doesn't answer, he grasps his hand to stop him from moving. Taehyung gives him a glare and tries to pull his hand from his, but Yoongi is stronger.
"Hyung!"
Taehyung's voice echoes in the room. As a natural reaction, the librarian shushes him. He gives the librarian his apology while still trying to get away from Yoongi's grasp.
"I asked you," Yoongi says in a stale voice. Taehyung stops twiddling and faces his hyung.
"I'm fixing my things. See?" Taehyung lifts his bag, which is slightly opened, in front of Yoongi's line of sight. He sighs and uses his other hand to get his hand off his grasp. Fortunately, he succeeds.
"Don't leave," Yoongi utters in despair. He faces the ground, desperately hiding his face from further embarrassment.
"Let's just continue this tomorrow, hyung. I'm really tired, and I still have to study," he moves an inch away from Yoongi. He takes another step and for a second he feels his hand covered in warmth.
His eyes widen in shock when he sees Yoongi, his face still facing the ground, holding his hands like his life depends on it.
"You'll leave, right? Harvard, really?" Yoongi scoffs and tightly holds Taehyung's hands. He starts laughing until the room is filled with his voice. There is sadness in his tone, but Taeyung doesn't know why.
"How did you—"
He isn't able to continue his question. Yoongi pulls his hand; they're moving towards the most secluded area of the library. When they stop, they're both panting and gasping for air. Tahyung is still addled by what's happening.
"I begged your professor, Taehyung. I flunked that subject because I badly want to have your time. Even for the last time, I want to always see you," Yoongi mutters. Tears are flowing out of his eyes.
"But why?"
Their eyes meet; stares fill the hollowness of their hearts. Yoongi moves, closing the gap between the two of them. He reaches for Taehyung's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. His mouth forms a smirk before giving a peck on Taehyung's lips.
The kiss that answered Taehyung's question. He deepens the kiss, swirling his tongue inside Yoongi's mouth, filling the cries with moans.
"Don't leave, please."
Taehyung gives him a reassuring smile.
"I'll try," he says and smirks. Yoongi moves his face on Taehyung's neck. He starts nibbling it with his lips, teasing him whenever his tongue tastes his skin.
"Don't tease me, hyung," Taehyung utters and moans when he feels Yoongi's neck on his ears.
"You'll still leave?" Yoongi asks. He hugs him like it's going to be the last time. The atmosphere turns stale. No sound can be heard besides their growling hearts and pleading stares.
Taehyung encircles his arms on Yoongi's, slowly filling the gap between them. Shock is evident on Yoongi's face.
"I've thought about it for a long time, hyung. Leaving would only want me to stay."
