"Can I stay the night?"
"Sure! Why?" Taehyung asked.
"Don't wanna go home." Yoongi muttered.
"Okay. I'll grab you some blankets." Taehyung said, walking out of the bedroom.
Yoongi waited patiently, his eyes scanning Taehyung's room. It was very minimalistic, clean, yet a bit messy. Not dirty, just messy. Unorganized stacks of books found a home in the corner of his room, different chapsticks and items of what seemed to be makeup was scattered on his dresser and there were tangled chargers sitting on his nightstand.
Taehyung returned, his entire body except his face being swallowed by what seemed to be four blankets in his arms.
He plopped them down on the floor, fixing his shirt after.
"Alright, help me get these laid out."
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Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] taehyung annoys the dark and cold yoongi every morning and afternoon. ❗️WARNING❗️ • fluff • abuse • sad • short chapters started- 3/7/19 ended-
