If I Lose You | Taegi ✔️

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  Yoongi sighed as he heard a knock on his apartment door. He sat on the couch for the whole morning watching some reality show for some reason. It was boring but nothing else was really on, so he sat and stared at the TV up until now, as he checks his phone to see that it's nearly 11:50. He ate breakfast, but all it was was coffee and tangerines. He figured that if Taehyung was going to bring him food, he wanted to eat it all and not not eat what he brings, so he ate little for breakfast.

  Yoongi lifted himself from his couch and made his way to the door. When he opened it, Taehyung was standing there with two drinks in his hand and a white bag in the other.

  "You like coke, right?" Taehyung held up the two bottled drinks and eyed Yoongi, who merely nodded at him. "Good." He said as he walked by Yoongi into the apartment. "I'm not sure what you like to eat, but I remembered you saying that you're not too picky— and I remember you eating chicken, so.."

  Taehyung turned to face Yoongi and he held out the bag that looked like it had two foam to-go plates inside of it. He reached and took the bag from him, then walked towards the living room. Yoongi isn't really a picky eater, so he's going to trust Taehyung with whatever is inside of this bag.

  "What is this?" Yoongi asked as he put the bag down on the coffee table and sat on the couch, crossing his legs to fit small onto the cushion. Taehyung sat next to him and put the drinks side by side with a shrug.

  "Some kind of pick one meat, pick two sides deal. I dunno, I just found it simple enough for us." Taehyung reached for the bag and took out one of the plates. "A chicken meal with a side of rice and something else.. I forgot."

  Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Taehyung before he took the other plate out. "How did you forget?" He tried not to laugh as he opened the plate. He looked down and nodded. "Is this honey glazed chicken? Rice. Potatoes?"

  "Potatoes!" Taehyung snapped his finger. "Some kind of new seasoned chopped potatoes they have. I wanted to try it. Also, I got honey glazed chicken because I don't like spicy foods and I- Wait, I hope the potatoes aren't spicy." He looked dumbly at the potatoes, his voice faltering. "Guess we'll find out."

  The chicken tasted amazing. The rice and vegetables tasted amazing. The potatoes tasted like normal potatoes with some garlic smothering it. The food was pretty good, really. Yoongi had no room to complain, besides the awkward TV playing and Taehyung sitting like he didn't belong here.

  "Should we get started?" Yoongi asked.

  Taehyung turned to him, his cheeks full of potatoes. He nodded and chewed faster.

  They went through their play a little more seamlessly this time. As they came to the end, Yoongi was continuously reminded of Seokjin's stupid suggestion. He was reminded of how much of a baby he seemed to sound like. Like he was pitching a fit to not do that scene.

  "Agust.."

  Taehyung's eyes were wide, acting as if Agust had just been stabbed. Yoongi fell to the floor and could feel his whole body already aching by the hard wood. This was the point where Taehyung gets on his knees and pulls Yoongi to his lap.

  "Agust, no!"

  It was also the scene where Hansung goes on his long speech about how he fucked up by killing the person he can't live without.

  "H-Hansungie.." Yoongi fake choked, Taehyung fake cried while holding him.

  "No.. Please, Agust."

  Taehyung pushed Yoongi's hair back with his hand, his hand trailing down to Yoongi's cheek softly. It was obvious that Taehyung was putting more emotion and care into the acting. What Seokjin said must've actually done something to him, because now this feels too real. Yoongi feels like he's actually dying with Taehyung holding him, crying above him and caressing him. His eyes were glancing from Yoongi's 'wound' to his face.

  Taehyung started the long monologue and Yoongi couldn't keep his eyes off of him. His eyes just felt so warm and piercing.

  His long fingers tickled at Yoongi's sensitive ear and his other hand still held him from behind. Yoongi closed his eyes so that he couldn't see. He didn't want to see. Especially not as Taehyung moved to press his thumb against Yoongi's cheek so gently. So gently that it made Yoongi reach up and hold onto Taehyung's hand to stop him, to stop him from torturing Yoongi too much. It didn't work because Taehyung just took Yoongi's hand instead, their hands touching.

  "Please, Agust." Taehyung stage-whispered. "If I lose you.." He held tighter onto Yoongi. Silence came afterwards and Yoongi waited and waited for the next line. The last few lines that Taehyung had. Yoongi patiently sat there with his eyes closed and waited.

He's supposed to say Agust, my love, I will never forgive myself. I will get revenge on your father and I will leave myself to die. If we cannot be happy in this life, then maybe in another. Another life when we are free and I will not make the same mistakes. Agust, my love, I will never let you go.

Simple lines. But Taehyung wasn't saying them. Yoongi held tighter onto his hand, signaling that he had more lines to say.

"Taehyung." Yoongi opened his eyes. "You're supposed to finish—" But he was just staring down at Yoongi, clearly unfocused. His eyes were glued to Yoongi's lips and his face was a lot softer, not in stage-mode. Not in character. His eyes were still so piercing and warm, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel his breath get caught in his throat. "W-What're you doing?" Yoongi let go of Taehyung's hand and he tilted his head to look away, not wanting Taehyung to see him blushing.

Because it was very obvious. Yoongi very obviously was overwhelmed, but Taehyung didn't let that stop him. He reached back for Yoongi's hand and he intertwined their fingers again, much more robotic this time. And at least Taehyung finally finished his last lines and eventually they were through.

Thank God, because Yoongi most definitely couldn't stay in his arms anymore. Not when Taehyung is looking down at him like that.

"Well." Yoongi went straight back to the couch again, balling up into the corner. Taehyung sat on the cushion at the other end of the couch with a slightly unfamiliar expression. "It was most definitely better than last time." Yoongi mumbled. "You were very.."

"Sad." Taehyung stated, not even caring to look at Yoongi as he spoke.

Yoongi nodded. "Yeah. Sad."

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