A lot happened, Taehyung. Everything is not what it seems. Most importantly, please don’t give up on me, don’t give up on my memories - on us. -Arroyo- A dry creek that temporarily or seasonally fills and flows after sufficient rain. -Lypophrenia- A vague feeling of sorrow or sadness seemingly without any apparent cause or source.
Ratings: Mature
Categories: M/M
Chapter: 5

Taehyung wakes up early the next morning. The sun is still rising in the sky, it’s warm, golden rays shining on his skin, seeping into his system, making him feel relaxed and calm. He feels safer and more at peace than he has in years. Not since-


Realisation hits him like a tidal wave. He’s suddenly very aware of his surroundings. Mentally aware – the memories from the previous day crashing into his barely awake mind like angry waves hitting a shore during stormy weather. His trip to Daegu and Nakdong, Yoongi waiting outside of his door when he got back, the comforting, the kissing. He’s also physically aware, the realisation of his surroundings making his stomach flutter and hair stand up on his body. He’s aware of the arm on his back, the calm breathing, which definitely doesn’t belong to him, going by the way his chest quickly rises and falls. He’s suddenly very, very, aware of the chest beneath his left cheek. 


He automatically shoots up without thinking, grazing Yoongi’s cheek enough for the other to startle slightly. 

“What? Taehyung-,” He mumbles with a raspy voice, trying to find his bearings. “Tae, are you okay? What happened?” 

His voice is gravely and deep but laced with worry. He looks so adorable that Taehyung can’t stop the fond smile that spreads on his lips. Yoongi’s black hair is ruffled, his eyes and cheeks puffy from sleep. He places one of his hands on Taehyung’s shoulder, gently squeezing it. 

“Yes, I’m good. It just took me a moment to realise where I was,” Taehyung’s voice gets smaller as he goes on, “Or rather who was here.” 

Yoongi slowly removes his hand from Taehyung’s shoulder and looks down.
“I can go if you want. I’m sorry if I by any-” 

“Hyung, please,” Taehyung says as he places one finger under Yoongi’s chin, lifting it up until their eyes meet. He looks so small, as if he’s worried or – waiting for let down. “Oh, hyung. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault. I know that my mood has been up and down towards you a lot. It’s just that-” He pauses briefly, trying to choose his words wisely. “You just reminded me a lot about someone from my past, someone I share a painful past with but whom I loved, and still love, dearly. So it just triggered some memories and it was wrong of me to take it out on you.” 

Well, that’s not too far from the truth. 

“I would love to start over, hyung, if that’s okay with you?” Taehyung asks softly with his hand reached out.

Yoongi rolls his eyes before taking Taehyung’s in his, shaking it. 

“Hi, I’m Taehyung. I’m good boy,” Taehyung says as he shoots Yoongi one of his boxy smiles.

“Yoongi. You’re such a weirdo,” Yoongi replies with so much adoration in his voice, it’s almost as if he-

Taehyung does his best to keep face and not flinch. He doesn’t want to show the painful sting he feels in his chest that is quickly growing and spreading throughout his body. It’s better to try to not think – hope – that Yoongi will remember the past. Better to push that hope away to a small, far away place in his heart. That way, it will be less painful for him to be there for his friend, right? 

“Can we cuddle some more?” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen at the words from Yoongi. 

“You want-”

“Cuddles. Yes,” Yoongi said with the cutest pout. 

Less painful? Probably not. 

Worth it? Most definitely. 


Taehyung wakes up, for the second time, a bit later, the bed is empty but before his mind can shoot into panic, he hears low humming coming from the kitchen. He quickly stands from the bed and quietly moves to the source of the humming to find Yoongi by the stove, steam rising from one pot and one pan – it smells amazing. 

“Good morning, Hyung,” He says carefully, his voice deep and hoarse. Yoongi turns around and sees Taehyung where he’s leaning on the door frame. 

“Good morning, kid,” he says before turning his attention back on the food, “How are you feeling?” 

Taehyung feels warmth spread through his body. Yoongi looks so cute where he stands, cooking breakfast for the both of them. It’s also dangerous – he could definitely get used to this. 

“I’m feeling a little bit better, thank you.” Taehyung says as he feels a blush spread over his cheeks. “I’m sorry that you had to see-” 

“Oh, hush. It’s no problem, Tae. If it would’ve been, I wouldn’t be here,” Yoongi reassures him and it does make him feel better. He truly is happy that Yoongi had come over and been there with him, even though deep in his heart, it’s also painful. 

The two of them sit down to eat, talking lightly about subjects not too deep, as well as enjoying comfortable, but loaded silence. The air is also loaded, filled with something that was too familiar to Taehyung. It’s the same energy that would be around the two when they were younger, like an energy field in the shape of a bubble around them, anything outside of it becoming a faint blurr and buzz. It was so comfortable, and so home, but it also made Taehyung’s skin itch, anxiety slowly blooming in his chest. Yoongi must feel that there’s something in the air too, but Taehyung knows that his friend does not experience the nostalgia and love that Taehyung is. He knows that the other has no idea why the air is heavy when they are around each other, why they feel this pull. 

Well, then I’ll make him understand why. Even if it’s by becoming friends all over again, Taehyung has had enough of self-pity and moping. Yoongi needs him, and honestly, he needs Yoongi. Even though it’s been a dramatic and stressful week, he’s felt safe and genuinely happy to have his friend close in his life again. 

The only worry he has – 

“Tae, are you sure that you’re okay?” 

Taehyung is snapped back to reality, looks up and is met with Yoongi’s eyes, filled with worry and concern. 

“Yeah, sorry, Hyung,” Taehyung tries to smile, “I’m okay, I think my mind is just tired from uhm – from all the crying and stuff.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” Yoongi says without sounding too convinced. 

Please, let him have lost the ability to read my mind, Taehyung thinks, remembering how Yoongi’s always been able to read his mind, knowing right away when he was lying or upset. He guesses that the fact that they ‘don’t know each other’ is why the other isn’t calling him out on it.

“Thank you, hyung.”

“What for?” Yoongi looks very confused, his brows are furrowed and his head slightly tilted as he looks at Taehyung, chopsticks in hand.

“Well, you know,” Taehyung begins to squirm in his seat, suddenly feeling shy, “For staying with me – for not leaving.” 

“You don’t need to thank me for that, Tae. I promised you, didn’t I?” Yoongi says as a warm smile spreads on his lips, “I never go back on my promises.”

It takes everything Taehyung has to not break down and cry. He tells himself to breathe, to stay calm – just as calm as the river. 

“Well, still – thank you, hyung.” 

“You’re welcome, kid,” Yoongi replies as he reaches over the table and ruffles Taehyung’s hair. 


After breakfast, Yoongi insists on cleaning the dishes together and even though Taehyung protests, the other won’t budge. When they are done it’s slightly awkward, Yoongi starts collecting his things and is about to leave, and even though Taehyung would want him to stay he keeps it to himself. 

To him, we just met. I don’t want to weird him out.

“Thanks again, hyung,” he says instead, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

“Stop that,” Yoongi says as he gets closer, invading Taehyung’s personal space, “Text me if you feel bad or anything, yeah?” his eyes are like a dark abyss and Taehyung is drowning. 

“Y-yeah, I’ll text you. Thanks,” he gulps, Yoongi is so close and he doesn’t know what to do. The elder is looking deep into his eyes, down at the birthmark on his nose and then – his lips. 

“Yeah, um – I’ll see you then,” Yoongi says awkwardly before turning and leaving through the door. Taehyung leans on it and exhales. 

This is going to be plain torture.

Yoongi arrives back home in the afternoon, as soon as he closes the door behind him he leans on it and exhales, the tension and stress from the past week leaving his body and mind. 

He’d told Taehyung that he didn’t need to tell him what’s wrong, and he stands by that, but he just wishes he knew so that he could help better. He could tell that everything wasn’t okay like Taehung had said when they were eating breakfast. He could feel, almost touch, the sadness radiating from him. He just wants to fix it, see that boxy smile that he saw the first day or the sassy and bratty Taehyung from the bar bathroom that night. He’d even prefer the moody and angry Taehyung over this. 

He takes a shower and spends the rest of the day cleaning up, his mind never once leaving Taehyung.


Yoongi would be lying if he said that he isn’t slightly (very!) nervous the first day back at work. He’s worried that Taehyung might be back to his moody self. Worried that showing vulnerability the other day would make the younger revert to being defensive and cold towards him. Yoongi wouldn’t want that, in fact, he’d really like it for them to become friends. Something about Taehyung is just so calming, when they are together it’s as if the raging storms and tidal waves within him slows down and becomes still – calm – almost as the river he has in mind whenever he repeats his mantra. 

He gets to work, greets everyone he passes on the way to his office, opens his door to leave his things and prepare for today’s opening. He almost yelps when he notices that there’s someone in there already, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. Even though he’s facing his back, Yoongi instantly knows who it is. 

“Taehyungie? What are you doing here? Did you sit here long?” 

Taehyung turns to look at him and Yoongi’s heart stops for a second, nervous about the other’s mood and response. 

“Hey Yoonie-hyung,” Taehyung says softly while shooting him a warm smile that together with the nickname, melts Yoongi’s insides, “I just wanted a quick word, and no, I’ve been sitting here for maybe 15 minutes or so.” 

“Oh,” Yoongi awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, confused with how the younger man makes him feel so much by doing so little, “What do you want to talk about, Tae? Is something wrong?” 

“No, um, could you maybe sit down?” 

Okay, Yoongi is getting really worried now. 

He sits down behind his desk and clasps his hands together, looking into Taehyung’s intense eyes. 

“What’s up, Taehyung? You’re worrying me.” 

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to talk with you after…” Taehyung releases a frustrated breath, “Well, I just wanted to thank you again for being there for me. I’ve been an absolute dick to you and I’m sorry for that. I will try to do better and would really love it if you wanted to be friends – maybe?” 

He’s rambling and it’s absolutely adorable. 

“That’s it? I thought someone died or something, you brat,” Yoongi says in an attempt to make Taehyung loosen up and relax, “Of course I want to be friends. I thought I made that clear. I also thought I told you not to thank me for this. I’m here for you and you can talk to me. I’m glad that you want to be friends because even though we don’t know each other, I already worry and care for you,” Yoongi’s voice gets smaller towards the end of his sentence. 

“Hey- Why are you- Don’t cry, Tae please!” 

“I’m not crying!” Taehyung replies stubbornly, “I just got something in my eye.” 

Really, Taehyung?!” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. 

“Fine, it makes me happy because I care about you too, jerk,” Taehyung says but he’s smiling now, a faint red colouring his cheeks. 

“That’s Jerk Hyung to you, mister,” Yoongi says, making them both laugh. 

As their laughter dies down, Taehyung reaches his hand out.

“Friends?” Taehyung’s eyes are so earnest, so soft, and so intense. 

“Friends,” Yoongi replies and takes his hand, but as soon as Taehyung grasps it, Yoongi’s head explodes and he pulls his hand back quickly so that he can press and put pressure on his temples. He feels sweat beginning to form on his forehead and his whole body goes into alert mode. 

“Hyung? Yoongi! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Taehyung’s voice is faint to Yoongi’s ears but becomes clearer and clearer, the headache easing up slightly, making Yoongi able to hear his thoughts again.

Calm as the river, calm as the river, calm as the river.

He inhales deeply and opens his eyes to meet Taehyung’s big worried ones just next to his face.

“You with me, hyung?” Taehyung must’ve moved from the other side of his desk. 

He’s kneeling next to Yoongi now, one of his big hands on Yoongi’s shoulder and the other tenderly on his right cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly.
Yoongi can’t reply at first, stunned by Taehyung’s beauty and hyper aware of the places their body connects. 

“Yoongi?” He asks again, his eyes desperate. 

“Sorry, um,” Yoongi takes another deep breath, “Just got a splitting headache all of a sudden, but it’s gone now. Don’t worry, I get them sometimes. I’m okay.” 

There’s something in Taehyung’s eyes at first, something that Yoongi can’t decipher, but it’s quickly replaced with a smile that reaches his eyes, making his nose crinkle. 

“Okay, good. You had me worried for a second,” Taehyung says, his hand still on Yoongi’s cheek, as though he’s forgotten it’s there. 

They stay like that, looking into each other’s eyes, the air becomes heavier – tense. Wait- 

Are they gonna kiss?? 

The door flies open.

“Good morning, hyung,” Jungkook sing-songs, “It’s time to-” he stops dead in his tracks as he sees Taehyung knelt down, hand on Yoongi’s cheek and the two just so close to one another. 

“Oh, well what’s going on here?” Jungkook asks with a smirk, ”Did I interrupt something?” 

“Oh for fuck sake, Gguk. Shut up, please,” Taehyung says as he gets back up and all three of them laugh before leaving Yoongi’s office to open the café. 

Yoongi’s mind is on Taehyung for the rest of the day, he can almost feel his hand still on his cheek, caressing it softly and keeping him grounded. 


The mood in ‘Peaches and Cream’ is fun and relaxed for the whole day. Yoongi and Taehyung find each other staring several times, the culprit looking away shyly with a faint blush on his cheeks. Taehyung is just so ethereal, his charming smile warming up the whole room, so who can blame Yoongi for staring? 

Jungkook teases them here and there as the little shit that he is. It’s nothing too bad, more like a brother teasing his siblings, but it doesn’t stop both Taehyung and Yoongi from whacking him over the back of the head on multiple occasions.

“For fuck sake- Stop hitting me goddamn it!” Jungkook exclaims after a particularly hard one from Taehyung. 

“Then you stop being a goddamn brat. We are at work! Not at a fifth-grade schoolyard,” Taehyung grits through his teeth. 

Yoongi is having trouble containing his laughter. 

“Well duh? If we’d been in fifth grade I’d say: ‘Tae and Yoon sitting in a tree, K-I-S-” He’s quickly interrupted by both of his hyungs grabbing him. Taehyung puts his head in a headlock while Yoongi rubs his fist on his head, making the youngest’s hair stand in all directions.

“Fine, Fine,” he puffs out, trying to catch his breath, “You win, I’ll stop. Dry mother fu-” 

“I’m really happy to see you all get along, honestly I am, but we have one hour left until closing and I would highly appreciate it if you three could do the things I pay you for. Just a little longer,” Jin interrupts the trio, his eyes stern as well as the tone of his voice. The three men look like young boys getting scolded by their parents, heads down with eyes firmly on the ground. 

“Yes, Jin-ssi. We’re terribly sorry,” the three say together before scurrying off to do their jobs, not seeing how Jin’s face quickly morphs into a warm, kind smile. 

I really am happy that all of you are getting along, he thinks as he looks at them resuming their jobs with dedication and peachy, kind smiles. 


Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook decide to go for food together after work and invite Jimin to join them. They go to a barbeque place not too far from work and when they enter, Jimin is already waiting for them by a table. 

“How was work?” he asks before giving Jungkook a chaste kiss. 

“It was fine, just that I had to walk around with vomit in my mouth all day watching these two obvious fucks- Ouch?! The fuck?!”

Yoongi and Taehyung kick Jungkook’s shivs at the same time beneath the table and as soon as they realise they begin to laugh while giving each other a high five. 

“See?! Disgusting,” Jungkook mutters as he rubs his shivs. 

“Now listen to me, Jungkook. First of all, I’d like to point out that you are imagining things. Hyung and I are becoming friends is all,” Taehyung says, but – is that a blush on his cheeks? 

“Second of all,” he continues, “Last week early as fuck in the morning you told me about Jimin sucking your soul out of your dick so I don’t think you should be the one complaining, bro.” 

“Well I-” Jungkook starts but is quickly interrupted. 

“Can you blame him? Have you seen these lips?” Jimin says with a smirk before sticking his tongue out to lick his lips. 

“Gross,” Yoongi grunts. 

“Jungkook said that exact sentence, I can not,” Taehyung says, his tone laced with faux disgust. 

“You’re fucking weak, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin says as he leans back and put his arm around his boyfriend. 

All four of them laugh and Yoongi feels – happy, content. It feels so domestic, all of them laughing, conversation flowing naturally, the funny and sometimes brutal banter. 

Yeah, content is the right word to describe what he’s feeling. 

They order food and eat, already talking about things that they should do together, road trips to Busan where Jimin and Jungkook grew up, movie nights, karaoke – Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung definitely more excited than Yoongi about that last one. 

At a particularly funny joke, Yoongi snorts some soju through his nose, coughing immensely. All the other three men start laughing but at least Taehyung tries to be helpful at the same time by rubbing circles on his back until Yoongi is breathing properly and the risk of fucking death is over. 

As he drinks his water he almost chokes again when he feels Taehyung’s hand suddenly touching the back of his own. He doesn’t grab Yoongi’s, just leaves it there almost as though he’s letting Yoongi make the choice, as if he’s being careful. Yoongi feels almost dizzy, the tiny spot where their skin meets feels like it’s on fire, and it’s making Yoongi’s mind scream.

Just take his hand you fucking coward, what happened to you?!

“Yoongi?” He’s snapped back to reality by Jimin’s voice, “Are you with us, buddy?” 

“Yes, sorry. What?” 

Taehyung giggles next to him – brat – and Jimin smiles warmly at him from across the table. Then he looks over at Jungkook and the little ass literally wiggles his eyebrows at him, like a child. This frustrates Yoongi which gives him the balls to take Taehyung’s hand, almost a bit too rough, entwining their fingers and – his head explodes.

“Yoongi? Yoongi!” 

Taehyung barely had time to feel the warmth begin to spread through his body at the familiar feeling of Yoongi’s hand in his, before Yoongi inhaled a deep breath, squeezing Taehyung’s hand harder. Now he’s grunting, seemingly in too much pain to be able to speak. 

“Jimin, what’s going on?!” Taehyung asks desperately, his eyes never leaving Yoongi’s face as he scans him, trying to make eye contact. 

“Jungkook, pay for the food. Taehyung, help me get him out of here and to the car,” Jimin’s voice is calm but direct, “Taehyung, now!” 

“Fuck. Yeah, okay,” Taehyung is making himself panic more. Yoongi seems completely out of it, his eyes have rolled to the back of his head and his grunts are becoming louder. His face is shiny and eyebrows furrowed in pain. 

“Hyung, I’m gonna hold you now so that we can get you to the car, alright? It’s gonna be okay,” he says, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Tae,” Yoongi nothing but wheezes out. Then he mumbles something that Taehyung doesn’t catch. 

“Yoon, please. Don’t try to talk, just breathe okay? I’m right here.” 

Taehyung’s heart is beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird, but he forces his body to remain calm and steady. He wants to be there for Yoongi, be his rock to lean on. 

As they get out of the restaurant, Yoongi’s breathing is picking up, coming in quick, short gasps. Panic attack. That must be it, but it’s the most powerful attack Taehyung has ever seen. 

In the car, Yoongi pats around him, looking for something, and Taehyung just looks for a second before he does the only thing he can think of, his body moving for him as he takes Yoongi’s hand. The contact seems to help a little as Yoongi’s still panting but the breaths are a little deeper than before. So Taehyung let’s his thumb caress the front of Yoongi’s hand, drawing small patterns to try and distract him. 

“Jimin, can you please-” 

“Not now, Taehyung. Later, just – not now.” 


When the car stops outside of Yoongi’s house Taehyung’s hand is almost pounding from the force that the smaller man is using to squeeze it, but he doesn’t mind – not one bit. He’s still drawing circles with his thumbs, trying to do his best to calm and ground the other. His heart is breaking seeing the state of Yoongi, he looks so pale and small, sweat collecting at his forehead as he winces and pants. 

“It’ll be okay, hyung. I’m right here,” Taehyung says, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Don’t leave,” Yoongi mumbles, seeming completely out of it, “Don’t leave me again, please.” 

This makes everyone in the car stop. Taehyung’s eyes widen and his jaw drops as he stares at Yoongi. He can’t be remembering – can he?
Jimin stopped with his hand on the door and Jungkook is just staring at Taehyung. 

He can’t be remembering – right?! 

“Tae,” Jimin starts, his voice soft and pained, but he is quickly interrupted. 

“I know,” Taehyung wheezes out through gritted teeth, trying to keep the growing pain in his chest under control. He knows Yoongi isn’t fully here right now and that he isn’t remembering – he can’t be – but for a split second, Taehyung’s heart started beating as hope bloomed in his chest. 

Jimin gets out of the car and opens the door on Yoongi’s side. 

“Come here, hyung. Let’s get you inside and to bed so you can rest, hm?” 

“Tae- Taehyung,” Yoongi breathes out and Jimin looks right into Taehyung’s eyes, his eyes swimming with worry for both of the men in his backseat. 

“Yes, hyung?”

“Don’t leave…” 

And then he’s out. 

“Tae, help me get him up, please?” 

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” 

But before they leave to carry a passed out Yoongi up to his apartment, Jungkook stops him.

“Will it be too hard for you to stay here? I can stay with you, hyung,” Jungkook looks deep into Taehyung’s eyes. 

“No, no. It’s fine. I can’t leave him like this. Especially not when he asked me not to.” And even though it hurts Taehyung to have his friend so close but also so far away, it also feels good that he’s being asked for, that he’s being needed by Yoongi. Of course he wouldn’t leave him like this. 

“I can’t leave him, Jungkook. Not again…”

“I understand, hyungie. Just call me if you want me to come over or anything, okay?” Taehyung gives him a nod before getting out of the car, scooping Yoongi up in his arms and following Jimin up to Yoongi’s apartment. 


“Alright, so it’s important that he takes his vitamins. Once within,” Jimin checks the time, “30-60 minutes or so, and then again tomorrow morning.” 

Taehyung nods. He’s sitting next to Yoongi where he lays unconscious on his bed. 

“Hey, Tae… I can only imagine what a turmoil of emotions are going through your mind right now. If it’s too hard I-” 

“No, it’s okay I-” Taehyung looks at Yoongi, feeling the surge of care, stronger than anything else, that he feels towards his hyung, ”I’m not leaving him.” 

Jimin looks at Taehyung sympathetically, tells him to just call if he needs anything and to let him know as soon as Yoongi seems to be feeling better. 

Then he walks out of the apartment, leaving Taehyung and Yoongi alone in silence. 

Taehyung sits there, not moving at first. Just looking at the friend he thought he’d never see again. Looking at his eyes, his cute mouth in it’s natural pout, at his eyelashes, and then at his chest that moves as he breathes.  

“I’ve missed you so much. If you only knew,” he whispers quietly as he uses one finger to gently move some strands of hair away from Yoongi’s forehead. He can feel how the skin there is sticky with cold-sweat and decides to get a cold towel to wipe it. As he stands up it only takes a millisecond before he feels a big rough hand on his wrist.

“Taehyung… Where are you?” The words are mumbled, and Taehyung notices how Yoongi’s eyes are still closed, moving frantically beneath the lids, “Please don’t leave me. Don’t leave me again, please.” 


Yoongi is still unconscious. Taehyung’s heart stings and he feels tears quickly forming in his eyes. Yoongi’s breathing is picking up again but for some reason Taehyung doesn’t panic. Instead he sits back down on the bed and takes Yoongi’s hand in one of his, the other he uses to caress the older man’s cheek reassuringly. 

“I’m right here, Yoon. Right here. I’m just getting you some water and a towel, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” 

Yoongi’s breathing calms down quickly, his chest once again rising up and down in a consistent rhythm, his eyes are now unmoving behind his eyelids, and his eyebrows no longer furrowed but instead relaxed. It makes Taehyung release a breath he hadn’t even noticed he had been holding. 

He dabs Yoongi’s forehead with the towel he’d gotten, manages to get him to drink his vitamins even though he’s still not fully conscious, and then lays down on top of the covers next to him. 

Taehyung’s mind is loud, he knows that he will feel a lot of pain but the warmth and calmness in his body, the peace he feels in his cells and atoms by just being next to his hyung again – is worth it. He’ll deal with the shitstorm later. 

“My alien… I promise.” 

Yoongi’s slurred words are the last thing Taehyung hears from him before he cries himself to sleep.

The river, the trees – Taehyung remembers it all so well. He can almost smell the fresh air but the way everything is a bit distorted – he must be dreaming. He’s dreamt of their spot for so long, seen them as small boys by the river when he’s been deep in sleep. However, this time, something feels different and he can’t quite put his finger on it. 

He walks through the bushes towards their spot and as he approaches the tree they had spent so many days and nights beneath, sure enough he sees Yoongi, it’s just – He’s not small. It’s adult Yoongi that is sitting there, arms folded and leaning on his bent knees. Taehyung speeds up, almost running to his friend. 

“Yoongi?! You’re-” 

Yoongi turns around to look at him but doesn’t say anything, instead, he pats on the grass next to him. Taehyung sits down immediately, eyes never leaving his friend’s, and reaches out to hover his hand just next to Yoongi’s cheek. 

“Hi Taehyungie. I missed you,” he says softly. 

“You’re an adult. That never happens how-” 

“We don’t have much time so I need you to listen to me.” 

Taehyung is confused. Something about this dream is just so off. 

“A lot happened, Taehyung. Everything is not what it seems. Most importantly, please don’t give up on me, don’t give up on my memories – on us.” 

Taehyung is crying now, bawling his eyes out. 

“I won’t, Yoongs. I promise I won’t. I will never leave you again, I promise.” 

Yoongi gives him a sad smile, looks at his lips and gets closer – almost as if he’s going to kiss him – but the moment their lips are about to touch he pauses and caresses Taehyung’s cheek, the younger man leaning into the touch. 

“Please, don’t give up. I love you,” Yoongi tells Taehyung before he stands up. He walks backwards towards the water, his steps are slow and he never breaks eye contact. 

“Hyung, what are you doing? I can’t-” Taehyung is so confused. He can’t stand up, can’t move, can’t run after Yoongi who now is with his feet in the river. 

“Yoongi, come back. You’re going to drown!” Taehyung is unable to do anything but watch with panic ripping at his insides. 

Yoongi shoots him another sad smile, “Please, remember,” the water is reaching his chin shoulders now and still he is going deeper, “Please, don’t give up on me. I lo-” 

Taehyung watches as Yoongi’s hair disappears in the dark river, still unable to do anything but watch as his friend drowns. 


I love you too, hyung, and I’ll never give up on you.

Thank you for reading! I'll get working on the next chapter as soon as possible. Feel free to let me know your thoughts!
By: FelxFics
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