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oongi takes Taehyung by the waist and pulls him close and kisses him again. “I thought you felt familiar.” Grace Kelly to Yoongi’s Jimmy Stewart, Taehyung does feel a little bit of a princess while sitting on his lap.

“Sleep well?”

“Just now, yeah. Didn’t sleep much the last few nights.”

“Work?”

“Worry. My boyfriend hasn’t contacted me for three days.”

Taehyung plays with the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. “Don’t feel bad. Mine hadn’t, either.”

“Sometimes I wonder what he’d do if I wasn’t around anymore.” Taehyung’s smile falls to a frown, and his hand stills. Yoongi squeezes him in a hug but continues his off-handed musing. ”He could focus solely on his business and associates and not have to spare a thought to the old man in a mid-floor apartment with their bratty cat child.”

“Please don’t, Yoongi. Hyung—I am sorry.” He takes Yoongi’s hand and holds it tight, as though all his earnest feelings could be transferred with the pressure. “I just...I got busy. I don’t know if I could keep doing what I do without you.”

“Maybe that’d be a good thing.” Yoongi runs his thumb over Taehyung’s hand, watching the gentle dance of the curtains over the air return vent. “It could make you an honest man, if I left.”

“I’d rather be dishonest and in love than honest and lonely.”