"It's been so long since we're here, I'm not sure if I can speak the language anymore," Namjoon said as he read the local newspaper, while his fiancé, Seokjin, unpacked their bags.

"That easy for you to lose your roots?" Seokjin chided and looked up, before sighing, "You could at least help?"

Namjoon scrambled to put his newspaper away and walked towards Seokjin. Hugging the man from the back, he rested his chin on Seokjin's broad shoulders.

"Love you," he whispered as he stretched to kiss his fiancé's cheeks. Seokjin giggled and turned to face him, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

"Love you too," he whispered as Namjoon connected their lips together.

"HYUNG THAT'S GROSS WHAT THE HELL?!" Jungkook who just entered the room wailed. He quickly turned his heels and walked out of the room.

He dug out his phone from his pocket and typed a message, before sending it to that person.

Hey, hyung. We're back to Korea. Let's meet up?

Yoongi looked at the clock. It's almost 11pm and Taehyung was still not home. He'd tried calling the boy but there was no answer the entire time. He called Jimin as well, knowing fully well that Taehyung would be there, but his lover didn't answer either.

What happened? Yoongi couldn't stop asking that to himself. He didn't understand that change in Taehyung's attitude towards him. Wasn't that boy head over heels for him? Sighing loudly, he fell back on the couch.

And why wasn't Jimin answering him as well? Is he angry with Yoongi?

An unsettling thought crossed his mind. Did Jimin want to break up?

Yoongi shook his head in denial. No, he believed in Jimin. Jimin promised that he will fight for Yoongi and Yoongi was certain that he will. Just as how Yoongi would fight for Jimin. Damn the consequences.

A 'ping' made him dashed for the phone on the coffee table. It's a message from Taehyung.

Hyung, it's Jimin, Taehyung's best friend. (Yoongi couldn't help but laughed at the irony of the situation) Taehyung needs some space, so don't wait up for him. He'll be fine after a few days.

Wait up for him? Yoongi scoffed incredulously. Who's waiting up for that kid?! Needs some space? Yoongi threw the phone away on the table and lied back on the couch. He surfed through the TV channels as many thoughts crossed his mind, unknowingly centered around an individual named Kim Taehyung. Who does the kid think he is? It's not as if Yoongi cared about his whereabouts.

As his eyelids began to droop, he decided to call it a night and switched the TV off. He got up to grab a blanket and lied horizontally on the couch.

He wouldn't want to admit it out loud, but the warmth of the blanket was no where near the warmth of that person cuddling him.

He didn't get a good sleep that night.

"Your clothes are too small, dammit!" Taehyung complained for the umpteenth time. Jimin glared at him.

"Next time, before you run away from home, bring some clothes dammit!" Jimin shot back. Taehyung grinned, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Jimin felt guilty for causing that.

Taehyung appeared at his doorstep that morning