Yoongi sighed into the room, his whole existence feeling worthless. He remembers when his group of friends was keeping their secret about being vampires from him, but for some reason he just feels so much worse when it's Taehyung keeping secrets from him.

  Why him? Of all the people in this world, why did it have to be him who is marked with that stupid T? The reason Yoongi wants to know is that he knows that the mark is the reason why Taehyung had even wanted to be Yoongi's friend in the first place. He doesn't forget things so easily. He remembers the day Taehyung pulled his shirt off of his shoulder and revealed the mark. Yoongi hadn't told anyone— not even Jin about the mark.

  So how did Taehyung know?

  He sighed to himself again as he thought about it some more. Hoseok knew about something as well as Jimin, but not even his own good friend will tell him. It's his damn body. Yoongi deserves to understand himself more than anyone else does. It's not fair.

  "Why do you keep sighing?"

  Yoongi gasped at the voice, his head snapping to see Taehyung walking up to the porch where he was sat. "No reason," he lied straight to Taehyung's face. The sun was already setting and Yoongi wasn't expecting Taehyung to come over tonight, so he wasn't sure of what to say or do as Taehyung sat down next to him.

  "It's cold outside." Taehyung linked his arm with Yoongi's and started to rub his arm with his big hand, warming Yoongi up.

  "You're colder," Yoongi stated, pulling his arm away from him. He scooted just a tad bit away from the vampire. As much as he wanted things to be normal, he can't deny his feelings anymore. He had started to genuinely want to be around Taehyung more and more, and that scared him for so many reasons.

  "Let's go inside." Taehyung stood up from the porch and glanced down at him.

  Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the taller, not understanding. "I'm sorry, did I invite you here or something?" he asked. Taehyung shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at Yoongi's tone. "Then why are you here, Tae?"

  "What?" Taehyung questioned. "I can't come say hi to my friend or something? I used to come here every chance I could, and now you're asking me why I'm here?" He frowned and stepped off of the porch instead, not even using the steps to do so. "I'll leave then. Sorry for coming. I won't anymore—"

"Wait." Yoongi quickly stood up, forcing himself to use the porch to lift his body up because he had actually lost his crutches at the party he went to and he needed something to hold onto. He was clumsy, but he didn't care anymore. The cast was going to come off of him soon anyways. "Stay," he muttered as he reached out for Taehyung's hand.

Taehyung stared at the hand for a second, a guilty look on his face. "If you don't want me here then I don't want to make you feel bad and invite me in," he said, his soft eyes finding Yoongi's as he spoke. Yoongi didn't only feel sorry for Taehyung, but he felt bad about himself. He was being rude to Taehyung because he likes him and it isn't fair. It isn't Taehyung's fault that Yoongi feels this way.

"I want you to stay."

Those words made Taehyung scoff, now looking anywhere but at Yoongi. He didn't like that, so Yoongi took the vampire's hand in his and smiled a bit to cover up the aching in his chest as he felt Taehyung squeeze.

"Please?" Yoongi asked. "I really do want you to stay. You're my friend. I was just in a bad mood and..." He trailed off, sighing to himself. "Please don't leave me, Tae."

Taehyung squeezed his hand again. "I'll never leave you if that's what you want," he said, this time looking straight into Yoongi's eyes.

Yoongi couldn't stop the unwanted blush that formed on his face. He cleared his throat and let go of his friend. "Then come inside." He turned around to the front door, deciding to ignore the way he felt just then. "We can talk inside. It's too cold for me out here."

"Alright then."

Before he knew it, Taehyung was beside him, pulling him in by his waist. His eyes widened as Taehyung walked beside him like it was nothing, holding Yoongi up. He assumed that Taehyung was helping him because he had no crutches, but he couldn't not think about how good his hand felt on his waist.

Friends, Yoongi. Friends. He repeated that to himself a million times as Taehyung basically carried Yoongi up the stairs and to his bedroom. They ended up turning on a movie on Netflix, not even talking very much the whole time Taehyung was there. Yoongi was fine with that because he would probably end up saying something bad again.

The whole night Yoongi could barely concentrate. He would be lying if he were to say that he's fine with this. He knows it isn't fair to block Taehyung out of his life but is it really fair on him either? If it hurts to even be near Taehyung, and everything turns out wrong or in disagreements or resulting in Yoongi being confused and annoyed by it all, then what is he doing? Is he just hurting himself for no reason?

Why does it hurt anyway?

Yoongi had thought about that question a million times. Why does Taehyung make him feel so safe, yet he's so out of reach? How come nothing seems to be fair to Yoongi in the end? No matter how many times he asks himself these questions, it all comes down to one answer, which hurts him every time.

He likes Taehyung but Taehyung doesn't like him. And nothing will never change that.

-

Yoongi decided to hang out with his friends more often. He even hung out with Kwan a little more than usual. He invited Seokjin over to his house and they sat there for hours just talking about anything and everything. He missed his best friend, honestly, but when they got to the point of suddenly talking about Taehyung, Yoongi's mood was immediately shot down and Seokjin noticed it.

"What did he do to you?" Jin asked.

A loud sigh came from Yoongi. They were laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Seokjin at some point found his hand in Yoongi's hair and he didn't mind. He felt safe like this, feeling his best friend massage him.

"He didn't do anything to me," he told him, but Seokjin frowned in return. "He really didn't, hyung. It's just— I'm doing it to myself, honestly." He sighed once again, this time closing his eyes and leaving them like that.

"Then what did you do?

The question felt like a trap. Seokjin probably already knew the answer, but all Yoongi could do was try and change the subject. "You hungry?" he asked. Seokjin chuckled.

"You offering your blood to me?"

Yoongi grunted as he rolled off of the bed, opening his eyes and rolling them down at his friend. Sometimes he forgets that he doesn't have to ask Seokjin if he's hungry anymore— he never even needed to to begin with.

"I'm getting myself some snacks," he told Seokjin as he made his way to the door. Seokjin quickly stood up and stopped him.

"I'll go get them, dummy." He forced Yoongi to sit back down. "I'm not letting you go downstairs and back up to get snacks when I have perfectly fine feet," he said.

It was a nice thing to do, Yoongi thought as he watched Seokjin leave the bedroom. He already knew which snacks Yoongi was going to go for. Something about that made Yoongi feel satisfied. Seokjin had always been so nice and caring to Yoongi. He always made a smile appear on Yoongi's face and always joked with him in ways that nobody else would.

At least he has Seokjin.

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filler chapter 😏