“Hyung?”

“Hoseok?”

“Finally…”

“What’s happening?”

“Do you perhaps … remember things before?”

“Things?”

“Taehyung.”

Yoongi opens his eyes, finding himself in the room that looks like belongs to Jin. He groans, feeling the tiny pain that a major headache left. He tries to sit, leaning his back against the headboard but a sudden tug attracts his attention to the sleeping boy who has the upper body on the bed at his side. Yoongi feels bad for letting the boy sleep in that position so he jumps out from the bed and scoops the boy, gently without waking him up and puts him on the bed, tuck him nicely under the blanket.

Taehyung looks so calm and peaceful, like there is nothing to fear and nothing to worry. Yoongi curves his lips up, smiling at the sleeping beautiful boy. He the fluffiness head of the sunshine, so soft. Yoongi could feel his cheeks hurt for stretching out his lips too much when the boy snuggles against his touch like a cat. He does not know why but the feel of touching the younger is so natural to him and so addicting.

Yoongi finally could takes his hand of the younger, walking out from the room that filled with fragrance and pink stuff. Of course, only the pillow, slippers, bag and snapback that is pink and Yoongi is being exaggerated but pink is pink – not something Yoongi would like to see when he wakes up. He heads to the kitchen, grabbing something to drink to cold down his dry throat but his eyes catch something on the floor – a pool of red juice of strawberry that reminds him of the blood.

“Hyung, do you hear me?”

Yoongi chokes on the water he drinks.

“.”

“Don’t curse, Yoongi hyung.”

“.”

“Not cool, hyung.”

“Hoseok?”

Yoongi puts the glass down on the counter as he asked the voice in his head.

“We had this conversation before.”

“That wasn’t a dream?”

“No hyung. If you’re sleeping, you aren’t standing right now.”

“, we can talk?”

“In our mind, yes. I’ve been alone all this time.”

“So you’re there all the time?”

“Yes, and I saw everything you guys did.”

“, you’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“But how and- why?”

“It’s because we remember. You remember right?”

In fact, Hoseok is right. Yoongi remembers everything – all of it. The smell of nice roasted coffee, the warmth of his touch, a pool of blood, piano and fire. Yoongi runs to the bedroom where the young boy is sleeping, mutters the words.

 “It can’t be real. It can’t be.”

But it is real- Taehyung is still sleeping in the bed, breathing fine as his chest moving up and down, snuggling to find some warm under the blanket. Yoongi lips are trembling and his eyes are tearing, feeling the pain inside of him that has once died with him. Yoongi bites his trembling lower lip, trying not to make any sound as he approaches the sleeping younger. He kneels down next to him, letting the tears falling down as he does not care about anything but him – his Taehyung.

“Tae…”

The voice cracked but Taehyung only wakes up when a hand touches his cheek, caresses softly. Taehyung opens his eyes just to see Yoongi is crying. Taehyung shocks and sits on the bed, trying to calm the older but Yoongi catches him into his arms, hugs him tight as he buries his face on the younger’s neck – his favourite place.

“Tae…”

“Tae.”

“Tae.”

The older keeps repeating his name. Taehyung does not know what to do as the older does not want to say anything but his name nor move. Taehyung his back gently, whispers a soothing word.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m stupid.”

“Hyung…”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Taehyung blinks. Leave him again? He is pretty sure he did not move from the older’s side yesterday. Talking about that, why is he on the bed instead of the sick male?