Five | Taegi✔️

Fourteen

  Yoongi had never really been the type to cuddle in bed or anything— he thinks. He had never really gotten the chance to sleep in the same bed with people other than his mother when he was young, because he used to be scared of storms and she used to hold him and sing him to sleep. Other than his old forgotten fear and his mother's late night voice, Yoongi hasn't slept in a bed with anyone.

  Truth is, he would be lying if he said he hadn't cuddled pillows more than once, or maybe even almost every night, but who's counting? Yoongi just hasn't met anyone who was willing to sleep in his bed or cuddle him. He remembers one time when Hoseok had actually slept over at his place. He doesn't remember why he slept over, but he does remember how Hoseok somehow ended up cuddling him for two seconds before Yoongi whined him away like a child for some reason.

  Hoseok slept in the guest room that night. They had to be professional. They work together, not sleep and cuddle together.

  But Taehyung and Yoongi don't work together. They didn't even know who each other were until recently, which should be a reason for Yoongi to just say no to him, but he couldn't. Taehyung was cold at night and Yoongi truthfully was as well, because it was freezing outside and snow covered their windows and there was no heat besides the fireplace downstairs and, well, body heat.

  He should've said no.

  Yoongi shouldn't be so drawn in by this man to the point where he's already spilled part of his deep inner thoughts to him and to the point where he's sleeping in the same bed with him because it's too cold. That's a lame excuse. It's not an excuse. It is cold as heck, but that shouldn't make all of this okay. What sane person would sleep in the same bed as a stranger? A stranger..

  What is the definition of a stranger, anyways? Someone you don't know?

  If you really think about the meaning of what a stranger is, wouldn't it seem that every person on earth is a stranger— A person you don't know? Do you really know the people you think you really know? Do people really show who they really are? Aren't we all just a bunch of strangers either way?

  Stranger or not, Yoongi ended up in Taehyung's bed that night.

  Yoongi promised himself that he would never fall for anyone again. Promised that he would keep his thoughts to himself and never let himself feel anymore. Not for another person. Not in this world.

  Yoongi got into his pajamas and made his way to Taehyung's room with his blankets and pillows in his hands. He threw them all to Taehyung, who just plopped it all onto his bed and reached for Yoongi's hand to pull him straight into him, making Yoongi fall onto him. Yeah. Yoongi promised he wouldn't fall for anyone, but hell— he was pulled in, so it was hard not to fall so easily like that.

  Fall into Taehyung's arms or fall for Taehyung; either way was a trap.

  The way the younger pulled Yoongi closer with his hands on his waist, and Yoongi hiding his blush at the feeling of Taehyung's soft pajamas against his skin. It all felt like too much too soon. Taehyung pulled the blanket over him and Yoongi and suddenly turned to his side, still gripping onto Yoongi as he did so.

  Yoongi just let him pull him closer.

  Let their knees collide and their breathing slow down as they blinked into the darkness of the room. The only light was coming from the moon. They both started going to bed earlier lately so that the moon could give them enough light to get ready for bed.

  Yoongi blinked once again. The window was on Taehyung's side, so the moon shined onto his own face and only gave the outline of Taehyung's face and messy hair.