Yoongi already didn't like waking up for school the next day. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he dried off his wet face from washing it off, and he took his time with fixing his hair. He decided to wear a beanie and not even care about it. His mind was filled with thoughts of his new friend and mainly his old friend.

Why did Kwan want to kiss him so suddenly? And why did Taehyung show up at his door like he did, saying he missed Yoongi already? It's Taehyung's fault for leaving him— or for saying he didn't want to be friends with him.

When Yoongi made it to school, he went directly to the library with his iced coffee and tangerine to start the day with. He would most definitely need the coffee. When he got to the library, Namjoon was sitting next to Yoongi's usual seat, possibly waiting for him.

"Morning," he spun around on the stool to look at Yoongi, a friendly smile on his face as usual. Yoongi sat next to him in his regular seat and sighed to him. "What's wrong?" Namjoon asked, knowing damn well Yoongi is stressed out, because when is he not?

"Kwan and Taehyung."

Namjoon's eyes widened. "Are they—"

"Not together, Joonie," Yoongi groaned as he set his coffee down and started to peel his tangerine. "Kwan tried to kiss me last night," he told Namjoon. "Taehyung showed up at my door last night, too." He threw half of the tangerine peel onto the counter they were sitting at. Namjoon hummed at him, just listening. "Taehyung was trying to talk to me, but I'm not a bad person for shutting him out, right?" he asked. "I mean, you heard him when he came up to me that day. He told me he didn't want to be my friend."

"I did hear," Namjoon nodded. "Don't worry. You're not the bad guy here. He shouldn't have shut you out if he was just going to be jealous if you find someone else." He hummed to himself as he wrapped his arm around Yoongi. "How about Kwan? She's a very nice girl, I can tell. She tried to kiss you? Is that so?"

  Yoongi nodded. "She did."

  Namjoon tightened his grip on his shoulder. "Hey, isn't that good?" he asked genuinely. "She's nice and pretty. Do you like her?"

  Yoongi shrugged to himself. Kwan is pretty, she's smart, she isn't annoying or too much like all of these other girls in the school. But, he just doesn't feel that way with her.

  "I don't know, Joonie..."

  Namjoon nodded his head as he released his hold. "I see your problem here," he said. Yoongi looked up at him in confusion as his friend shook his head. "Taehyung has you wrapped around his finger, huh? You know, vampires are very alluring. It's not your fault that you like him like that."

  Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at him, the words hitting him hard. "I don't like Taehyung," he stated. He huffed at just the thought of Taehyung right now. "I don't. He left me without explaining why."

  "And you're mad about it because you liked him, right?" Namjoon asked. "Not that it's any of my business, but if he lured you into being friends just to leave you in the dirt, maybe Seokjin was right about Taehyung having a reason to be your friend. Maybe he wanted something from you, and he got it."

  Yoongi shook his head in denial. "He got nothing from me, Joonie." He crossed his arms over his chest. "You guys don't trust me. Is it so hard to believe that someone would want to be my friend? What's so bad about that?"

  Namjoon frowned. "You're very lovely, Yoongi. Anybody would be lucky to have you as a friend or even a boyfriend, you know?"

  "Then why did he leave me?"

  "See what I mean?" Namjoon suddenly asked. "You act like Taehyung broke up with you or something. Why are you so upset about some guy who was only your friend for a few weeks leaving you?" he asked Yoongi.

  Because that was Yoongi's friend. That was the guy who saved Yoongi's life multiple times. Taehyung taught him more about vampires than his closest friends did. Taehyung trusted him enough to tell him those things— and he had even trusted Taehyung with his life and Taehyung didn't dare to kill him.

  "I don't know," he mumbled.

  Namjoon sat up straighter on the stool and turned all the way to Yoongi. "Then tell me this," he started. "How did you feel when you were around Taehyung? And be honest with yourself— honest with me."

  Yoongi sat up as well, inhaling deeply. "He made me feel safe, for one." He pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling comfortable with talking to his friend, but odd to be talking about Taehyung. "We would sit on my roof in the evening and talk until night came. He took me places and I was getting comfortable with that. I was comfortable with him."

  "And you liked that?'

  "What if I did?" Yoongi asked. "I mean, that doesn't mean I like him, right?"

  Namjoon leaned in closer. "How did he make you feel other than that?" he asked.

  "Huh?" Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. "I- I don't know what you mean. Why are we even talking about this? I don't like Taehyung and there's no question to it." He hopped off of the stool and glanced up at Namjoon as he took his coffee from the counter. "Come on. We have to get to class now," he said.

  He turned around, his eyes settling on the library door. His eyes locked with the person walking in, noticing the green eyes and black hair almost instantly. Kwan. She had her hair in a ponytail and a bright smile on her face as she began to walk towards Yoongi and Namjoon, smiling bigger than ever.

  "Good morning!" She stepped up to them and held up a piece of paper. "Look! Our school is finally adding new stuff to the rulebook and to the school. It was announced today."

  Yoongi accepted the paper from her and Namjoon looked over his shoulder. "A pool?" Namjoon sounded surprised. "A second office. School uniforms— Oh, wow. They're finally giving us school uniforms?" he asked Kwan, who nodded her head, clearly excited.

  "Don't forget the tennis court!" She clapped to herself as she pointed to the paper. "I've always wanted this school to have a tennis court! I want to play so badly. I hate going to such a cheap school. They always put their priorities in the wrong places, like the little cafe or cementing new sidewalks or that one time they spent so much money on installing a TV in every single classroom— which we don't even use, by the way." She sure was complaining, but Yoongi also realized how many useless things the school paid for.

  "We finally get uniforms?" he asked.

  Kwan shrugged. "I don't care much for that one, but hey, at least they're finally putting their increase of money to good use."

  For some reason, Kwan sounded like she was some sort of class president or something of that sort. Maybe she was, but Yoongi didn't mind. He liked that she cared about beneficial things instead of the irrelevant.

  "The tennis court will be built sooner, and I plan to be a coach for this school in the future." She smiled, dimples showing off. "Sounds good, right? I'm so excited!"

  Yoongi smiled back at her.

  At least someone is happy today.

-

  Taehyung wasn't at school today. Not that Yoongi cared or anything, but he wasn't there. Had something happened to him? Why was Jimin looking at Yoongi so much today? Shouldn't Jimin just leave him alone? He doesn't want a useless human near him anyway, right? He said so himself.

  Yoongi took the bus home, trying not to think about Taehyung on the way there.

God, why is he always in his head?

  He went straight to his bedroom, pouting to himself as he dragged his broken foot up the stairs. Every time he has to climb by himself, he tosses his crutches up the stairs and just limps his way up. He has to. It's the easiest way to get up there. For a couple of days, he just slept on the couch instead. But today, he wanted to go take a nap on his bed.

  He opened his door and the first thing he saw was a person. His lips parted as he let out a gasp and he fell back without meaning to, falling right on his ass, frightened by the sudden person in his bedroom, because that's not normal. Feet was seen coming towards him and he quickly backed away but looked up to meet eyes with Taehyung, who was holding out his hand to Yoongi.

  "W-What the fuck?" Yoongi was mad as Taehyung's eyes met his. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my room?"

  Taehyung squatted down and held out his hand more. "Your mother invited me inside," he mumbled. "I know you told me that you didn't want to talk, but I just wanted to apologize to you, Yoongi."

  Yoongi shook his head. "I don't need your help." He pressed his palms against the hardwood floor, wincing at the pain in his ass and foot as he tried to push himself off of the floor. Taehyung sighed at him.

  "Don't be ridiculous, Yoongi." He tried to reach for Yoongi again, but Yoongi pushed his hand away as he rolled over and began to lift himself off of the floor. Taehyung watched as Yoongi started to walk himself inside his room and gripped tightly onto his dresser as he barely could make it without his crutches. Yoongi looked in the mirror and frowned.

  "Why are you here?"

  Taehyung walked into the room as well and closed the door. Yoongi sighed as he did so, keeping his eyes on himself instead of looking at the vampire. He could see himself clearly, drained from the day and on the verge of having bags under his dark eyes. His tan sweater was falling off of his shoulder, way too big on him, probably falling off because he had fallen back onto the floor just now.

  "To apologize." Yoongi frowned as Taehyung walked up beside him. "I'm sorry."

  Yoongi didn't look at him still. He instead looked at his left shoulder, trying not to make eye contact because he knew he would give in too easily. He released his left hand from the corner of the dresser and pulled his sweater down the rest of the way, revealing the T on the back of his shoulder. He turned in the mirror to look at it even more.

  "This," he muttered lowly at the sight of the purple T. He didn't understand why it was on him. "What is it? Can't you tell me?"

  Taehyung shrugged. "Why?"

  Yoongi rolled his eyes. "What, am I your fucking soulmate or something?" he asked. "It's clearly your T, right? Isn't that why you keep fucking bothering me? You're doing it for a reason, and my guess is this thing."

  He pulled his sweater even more.

  Taehyung sighed. "It's something, Yoongi," he said gently as he walked behind Yoongi. He took Yoongi's hand away from his shirt and placed it back down on the dresser before wrapping his arms around the human. He hugged Yoongi from behind, pulling him away from the mirror as he did so. "Something like that," he said as he placed his chin on Yoongi's left shoulder and hugged tighter.

  "Why are you hugging me?"

  "Because I miss you."

  Yoongi frowned at that. He loved Taehyung's touch, he will admit. His conversation with Namjoon this morning came into his mind. Could he think of Taehyung in that way? Could he actually like Kim Taehyung?

  He turned around and looked up at Taehyung. "Bed," was all he said for Taehyung to immediately pick him up bridal style and carry him right to said destination. He put Yoongi down on the bed and hopped on it with him, not hesitating to wrap his arms around Yoongi once again, not caring whether Yoongi wanted him to do so or not.

  "I'm sorry," he whispered into Yoongi's arm. "I want to be friends. Please. I was stupid the other day. I panicked and... Please."

  Yoongi sighed again. "What do you want from me, Taehyung? I have nothing."

  "You do," Taehyung said.

  "What?"

  "So, so much." Taehyung nuzzled into him again. "You're so funny. You listen to me. And you didn't run away from a bunch of vampires. You trusted me. You trusted us. I like you, Yoongi. I enjoy being your friend and I was stupid to want any less than that."

  Yoongi scoffed. "Then why did you?

  "I talked to Jimin," Taehyung mumbled into Yoongi's arm. "I panicked when I did. Jimin was fine with us being friends, but... I can't explain it, Yoongi. I just can't."

  He can't explain why he didn't want to be friends with Yoongi? Then why did he break their friendship for no reason? That's a lie. Taehyung is obviously lying to him.

  "I can't be friends with someone who's going to lie to me." Yoongi pushed Taehyung off of him, turning onto his side so that he couldn't see him anymore, but Taehyung whined and pressed their bodies together, yet again hugging Yoongi from behind. "Tae..."

  "Please be my friend, Yoongi." A sudden kiss on the nape of Yoongi's neck made his whole body shudder, his eyes slowly closing in content at the touch. "I promise I won't lie if I don't have to. You know I won't"

  Yoongi bit his lip at the thought of Taehyung just having to lie to him. Is it because of Yoongi or is it because of Taehyung?

  Taehyung pressed his lips against Yoongi's skin again, making Yoongi's body light up like a fire running in his veins.

  "I'll be your friend," he said. "But get off of me and don't go popping up in my room just because you can. And keep Jimin away from me. Seokjin doesn't feel comfortable."

  "Will do." Taehyung left one last kiss on Yoongi, this time right on his left shoulder. Right on top of the purple T.

-

This time, they met inside Seokjin's house. Every single one of them was there, sitting in Seokjin's living room. And despite being Jin's best friend, Yoongi had never even realized that he hadn't met Seokjin's parents.

They were all sat down on couches or chairs, just starting with baby steps as they made small talk with one another. For the first time ever, Yoongi actually saw one of the vampires drinking blood. Jungkook, who had a cup— the one that Taehyung mentioned that Jungkook uses often. But Jungkook showed off the blood to Yoongi, smirking as he licked his lips, but in a weird, sort of playful way.

Yoongi grimaced at him.

"The house looks nice, Seokjin," Jimin said as he looked around, his feet curled up below him on the couch. He glanced at Seokjin, giving him a knowing look. "You still have the photo of us hanging on your wall, I see."

Seokjin's eyes widened as he looked at the same spot that Jimin was looking at. And suddenly Yoongi was staring at the photo on Jin's wall, not even realizing that it was Jimin in the photo. He had never even paid attention to the photos, and clearly, Seokjin didn't care whether he had or not.

"Right." Seokjin nodded, his eyes still wide as he suddenly looked nervous, probably not knowing what to say. "That photo is precious to me. Of course I have it on my wall."

Jimin's eyes trailed down from the picture, smiling weakly at the floor. "Well, anyway." He straightened his posture on Seokjin's couch as if he was familiar with it already, not caring about the way he was sitting on it. "So, what're we here for? Will we settle this now?"

Yoongi looked beside him, Taehyung's leg pressed into his. They were sitting by each other on the loveseat, Taehyung quieter than he usually is. Jungkook was sat on the arm of the seat next to him, Namjoon and Seokjin were sat next to each other in chairs, Hoseok and Jimin sat on the couch, but on opposite sides of each other. Yoongi figured that neither Namjoon nor Seokjin wanted to sit by Jimin, so why didn't Jungkook take the empty seat in the middle of the couch instead of sitting next to Taehyung on the arm of the seat?

"I personally do not care anymore," Jimin sighed to himself. "Taehyung is going to do what he wants, and Yoongi will too. So why don't we all agree to be at least civil?"

Namjoon and Jungkook nodded, Hoseok and Taehyung still staring off into space. Seokjin sighed as well, and Yoongi just sat there and examined everyone's faces.

"Namjoon," Seokjin nudged said person. "Shake on it. Go on," he said.

Jimin smirked as he stood up and stepped in the middle of the living room, right in front of Namjoon. When Namjoon stood up, he towered over Jimin, but Jimin still looked a lot more certain of himself than Namjoon.

"Long time, no see, Namjoon." Jimin smiled as he held out his hand. Namjoon rubbed his hands on his shirt, then held out his hand to seal with Jimin's.

"I see you every day, Park Jimin," he said, voice low and stern. "So if you agree to not argue with us, we will agree to not argue with you. For the sake of friendship."

Jimin scoffed. "Friendship, my ass."

Taehyung shifted next to Yoongi uncomfortably. He looked like he didn't even want to be here, and Yoongi could see why. The fact that they even have to come to an agreement for them to just be friends is so strange to Yoongi. Who cares if Taehyung is his friend? Why should they care?

"If he bites Yoongi," Namjoon spoke even lower, tightening his grip on Jimin's hand. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up at the taller man. "If he so much as scratches Yoongi, he's dead to us, and to you."

Jimin grimaced. "God, alright." He snatched his hand away from Namjoon. "Tae, you heard that?" he asked as he turned to eye Taehyung. "Not a single God damn scratch."

Taehyung nodded. "Of course—"

  "And if you kiss my baby, I swear to God I will rip you apart—"

  "Seokjin!" Namjoon nudged him hard as he sat back down next to him.

  Seokjin frowned. "What?"

  Taehyung was now looking at Jimin as if to ask for help. Yoongi merely chuckled as he reached out and placed his hand over his, earning a soft look from the vampire.

  "Don't worry about that," Namjoon chuckled as he wrapped a playful arm around Seokjin, which made him pout. "I'm pretty sure Yoongi's been kissy-kissy with Kwan."

  The room went silent.

  Jimin's head snapped to Yoongi, his eyebrows raised. And Taehyung, his hand clenched so tightly onto Yoongi's that he thought he was going to have a broken hand as well.

  "N-No," Yoongi said. "It's not like that." His eyes met Taehyung's, who was looking down at his lips. Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up, so he looked away from him as quickly as possible. "We didn't kiss," he told them.

  Namjoon shrugged. "Close enough—"

  "Let's not talk about this," Hoseok said, his voice more stern than it's been in probably forever. "Can they just go home now?"

  Jimin nodded as he stood up. "As much as I would love to stay here with you," he said to Seokjin, "I have places to be."

  "Like where?" Seokjin asked.

  "Well," Jimin smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked as he stepped towards Seokjin's chair and bent down to his level, right in his face. "Come find out?"

  Seokjin eyed him, making sure to keep his eyes locked with Jimin's. "No, thanks."

  Jimin scoffed. "Fine," he huffed out as he began to walk towards the door, Jungkook picking up his drink and following him. "Tae, we're going home. You know the drill." He left without another word, leaving just them and Taehyung in the house. Taehyung shifted in the seat and took his hand away from Yoongi's as Seokjin glared at him.

  "Go home, Yoongi," Namjoon said. "It's getting late. Taehyung... take him home."

  Taehyung immediately stood up and reached his hand back out to Yoongi, who took it thankfully as he stood up as well.

  "See you guys tomorrow."

~