Back to square one. Yoongi stared across the classroom, Taehyung erasing something on his paper that was on his desk. He wasn't even trying to hide that he had his eyes on Taehyung every time he saw him that next day, the day after Taehyung was going to speak to him and explain whatever was happening.

He had been writing on his paper, eyes concentrated on it. Sometimes he would bite his bottom lip harshly and mash his eraser hard against the sheet, the poor eraser on his pencil slowly dying by the rubbing. Taehyung sighed to himself and put his head in his hands, irritated at the paper.

Yoongi found it fascinating how a harmless piece of paper was making him so disgruntled. All they were doing was writing an essay on the book they had read in class. Why the hell is Taehyung so annoyed by it?

Suddenly a snap came from him and Yoongi watched as Taehyung looked down at his hands, his wooden pencil now snapped in half. Slowly, Taehyung turned and looked at Yoongi. The way he looked at Yoongi went from aggravated to sighing, his face softening as he looked down at the broken wood. Then their eyes met again, this time Taehyung shaking his head, warning Yoongi to look away, but not in an angry way. Just a warning.

Yoongi obeyed.

He turned around in his desk, his shoulders falling as he let out a sigh.

Why does everyone treat him like a child? How come Taehyung protects Yoongi, but won't just talk to him? Why can't they just meet after class or meet at Yoongi's house or something? They're being so dramatic for no good reason, Yoongi thinks. Their game of being vague is so annoying to him.

The bell to go to the next class rang in his ears, almost as annoying as his predicament. He put his papers in his binder and stood up from his desk, leaving the classroom, but not without one last glance at Taehyung, who was looking back with guilty eyes.

It wasn't until later that day that Yoongi saw Taehyung again. Taehyung wasn't in the cafeteria during lunch earlier. No, instead, Yoongi was suddenly pulled back from the hallway, heart racing as he was yanked into a dark room— the janitor's closet. His eyes went wide as the light suddenly shot into his eyes, seeing Taehyung with his finger on a light switch. Yoongi huffed up at him.

"Janitor's closet?" he asked.

Taehyung shrugged. "It's the only place I can really think of." He smiled weakly as he pushed a broomstick out of their way.

The closet was small, cleaning supplies placed on the shelves around them and a mop bucket right in the center, barely giving them enough room to even stand. Yoongi was in front of the door and Taehyung was pressed against the shelves, eyebrows creased together.

"It's not even that big of a deal," Yoongi said as he took a step back as much as possible. "This is just so typical. I hate it in here."

Taehyung tilted his head, his eyes boring into Yoongi's. "It is serious," he admitted. "Whether you think so or not, you're putting both of our lives on the line. You could lose everything because of your curiosity."

Yoongi grimaced, his body heating. "This isn't some sort of fucking movie, Taehyung," he spoke with anger in his voice. "Trapping me in a dirty closet and acting like I'm the bad guy here is not right." He crossed his arms. "Tell me what the fuck is going on. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of not trusting my own friends."

"That's not my fault."

"It is," Yoongi squinted. "You're all making a big deal. Stop being such an asshole."

Taehyung's face fell. "Hey," he frowned, head dropping. "I saved you. Don't call me an asshole," he said quietly. Yoongi felt bad for a moment, but then he perked up.

"You are the one who saved me." He smiled to himself, convinced now more than ever. Taehyung just sighed to himself.

"I did."

"But why?" Yoongi asked.

"Wow," Taehyung cocked his eyebrow. "You would rather me leave you there to die?"

Embarrassment washed over Yoongi. "Well, no, but—"

"Then just say thanks."

Yoongi bit at his inner cheek. "Thank you," he mumbled shyly. "I guess I never did thank you. You're the reason for that, though. Why did you lie when I asked you before?"

"I didn't even know that you didn't know. You looked so sure of yourself."

  "Well... I knew what I saw."

  "Then why did you ask—"

  Yoongi watched as fear showed up on Taehyung's face all of a sudden. He quickly pressed the palm of his hand against Yoongi's mouth, earning a confused noise, but he pressed harder and shook his head, panicking eyes searching all over the place.

  "Fuck," Taehyung moaned out dramatically. Yoongi choked at the sound, trying to pull his face away, but Taehyung put his pointer finger to his lips to shush him. "Fuck." He let his head sink in shame and embarrassment as he moaned like he was in some sort of porno. Yoongi's eyes glared into him, his head swirling with confusion and anger. "Yes, baby girl. You give the best head."

  Yoongi's cheeks heated up and his whole body shuddered, now letting out muffled whines of confusion as Taehyung moaned. And then he suddenly stopped, let go of Yoongi, and sighed to himself as he let his head sink even more. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the strange, fucked up boy in front of him.

  "The fuck?" he questioned.

  "They were listening to me," Taehyung said, his voice low. "I had to make them think I was with a girl and not— not you." He wiped his hands over his face, getting rid of the shame. "We can't do this here. Not when my friends are all listening to us, Yoongi."

  Yoongi raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Your friends are in class. They can't hear us. Just tell me—"

  "I don't know why I saved you," Taehyung blurted out. "I don't know why our friends hate each other. I don't know what you want me to say. Just drop it. I promise it's nothing. Happy? Now seriously, stop bothering us." He opened the door to the closet and walked out of it, leaving Yoongi without another word.

  Ugh.

  Yoongi hated it all. His friends acting weird, Taehyung and his friends acting weird, Yoongi not being in the loop. Maybe that's what he's meant to be doing. Maybe he shouldn't try to be in the loop at all anyway. If his friends don't trust him enough, then maybe Yoongi should just leave it at that. He should go about his day and leave it as it is— unknown.

  He should not care.

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