A/n: Why do I feel like I'm plagiarising? But I'm honestly not! Trust me T^T This is nothing like Chai Jidan's work (how can you even think such a thing, she's amazing and I'm not even an amatuer). I just liked this idea and thought it was cute. I'm losing fluff in my life, I needed to do something (can't say I did it well, though).

Summary: Taehyung is a counseler/therapist and Yoongi's his boyfriend living in the same house. Although today, they have quite contrasting view on the subject of addiction. (I think I'm getting worse at summaries. Do you think I should finally go do my English holiday homework?)

Yoongi rolled onto his back on their king sized double bed as the sound of the front door closing entered the room. He had just returned from his business trip and had been patiently waiting for his twelve-year boyfriend Kim Taehyung to return from his work. "Hard time today?" he asked as soon as the other came into view. "Hyung!" Taehyung exclaimed happily as he saw Yoongi lying on the bed. "Welcome home," Yoongi grinned and as Taehyung replied with 'yeah, I'm back' Yoongi got up and helped the other loosen his tie and shrug off his suit jacket. "So, was it a bad patient this time, no patients or were you just missing me?~" he slurred the last part and the younger boy elbowed him gently. "Ah, it's the first," Taehyung answered and flopped down on the bed to tug off his socks. 

"Oh? What was the problem this time?" Yoongi was curious, Taehyung rarely got agitated over a patient like that. "Oh, this one was nasty. I mean, I've dealt with his type before but he was particularly badly gone." Yoongi quirked up an eyebrow and Taehyung pulled