Yoongi's POV-

I woke up to the sound of running water and muffled sobs. My immediate thought was that it was Kook, and when I don't feel the weight of his body on mine anymore it fuels that thought so I sit up quickly.

Light is peaking out from under the bathroom door, illuminating the room enough for me to see that Kook is laying on his back next to me, but no Taehyung.

I stand up from the bed after getting out from under the covers to make my way to the door.

"Taehyung?" I call quietly as I knock. "Taehyung, are you okay?"

I press my ear to the door and can hear the crying more clearly over the water now. I'm debating on whether to go in or not because I can't really knock or talk any louder as I don't want to wake Kook up.

I turn the doorknob slowly and get no resistance, telling me it's unlocked. I crack it just enough to be able to call for him again without having to yell.

"Taehyung?"

"There's so much blood." He cries, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the water.

Blood?!

"Taehyung?" I say in a more urgent tone as I walk into the room, shutting the door behind me.

"Hey, are you hurt?" I ask as I step closer to the shower drawn shower curtain.

"So... much..." I hear him cry again.

"Taehyung?" I call out again.

"Y-Yoongi?" He whimpers before the shower curtain is pulled back just enough for him to peak around to see me.

My eyes widen when I see his teeth are chattering and his lips are slightly blue.

"Yoongi," He repeats before breaking into a sob, pulling the curtain back fully and throwing his arms around my neck.

He is soaking wet, the water drenching him being below room temperature, shivering terribly and fully clothed.

I pull away from the hug enough to reach next to him to turn the water off as I ask, "Are you hurt? I heard you say something about blood."

"I-I was..." He struggles to speak before he gulps and says quietly. "I was covered in blood."

Jungkook's POV-

I wake up abruptly when a sharp pain splits through my temple.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the pain in my head is still piercing and whatever small amount of light is coming into the room is hurting my head, so I close them tightly again.

I slowly extend my arm out to where I though Yoongi was laying, but feel that the bed seems to be empty.

After a few deep breaths I manage to crack one eye open enough to confirm that Yoongi is no longer next to me. I turn my head over to the other side to see if Tae is there but that side of the bed is empty as well.

I shut my eyes again before covering them both with the palms of my hands.

"Yooni? Tae?" I call out, my voice sounding hoarse and unrecognizable even to myself.

I hear mumbled voices before the creaking of a door from my right.

"Kook?" I hear Yoongi call hesitantly. "Kook, are you awake?"

"Yeah." I exhale, feeling relieved to hear his voice as well as relief that the pain in my head seems to be slowly dulling down.

"I'll be right there. Just give me a sec."

"Okay." I say quietly as I begin to gently rub my eyes, then remove my palms and try again to open them.

The pain has lessened enough that my eyes aren't so sensitive to the light and I'm able to open both of them. I blink a few times before looking around the room, my eyes stopping when I see a water bottle on the table to my left.

I move to reach for it but am halted when I hear the bathroom door again.

"I've got you." I hear Yoongi say in a low, kind tone.

I turn towards the bathroom door to see Yoongi carrying Tae, one arm supporting his back while the other is under his knees.

"See. I told you I could carry you, brat." He teases softly, smiling down at Tae.

Tae has his head nuzzled against Yoongi's neck, with wet looking hair and his arms tightly around him.

I watch them both as they come around the left side of the bed and I slowly move myself back from where I am in the middle of the bed to give Tae more space.

I'm utterly speechless at the sight. My eyes can't seem to leave the two as I stare between them in shock as well as awe.

I am so mesmerized that I almost miss Yoongi ask me to pull the blanket back so he can set Tae down.

I quickly do as instructed, pulling back the blanket, watching in silence as he lowers Tae down onto the bed slowly.

Once Tae is on the bed he doesn't remove his arms from around Yoongi. When Yoongi realizes he had yet to be let go of, he leans down to say something to Tae.

It's too quiet for me to hear, but whatever is said Tae nods his head in agreement before he releases Yoongi. He watches Yoongi walk back to the bathroom while I keep my eyes on him.

Once he directs his attention to me and we meet eyes the welled up tears begin to fall.

Without saying a word I move closer to him and pull him into a hug. As I softly comb through the damp hair at the nape of his neck Yoongi comes back around the bed with a towel in his hands.

Once he's closer he gives me a small smile before he directs his attention to Tae.

"Move closer to Kook's side of the bed." He requests kindly.

Tae presses his palms into the bed and scoots himself closer to me as I move myself back a little. Yoongi rests one knee on the bed behind Tae then brings the towel into Tae's hair and begins to dry it.

Why is Tae's hair wet? Was he showering?

Why would Yoongi be in there if that were the case though. His hair isn't wet so he obviously wasn't showering with him.

"How is your head, love?" I hear Yoongi ask with concern.

I bring my eyes up to his, my heart swooning when I look deeply into his chocolatey brown, shining irises. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I exhale deeply.

"I've missed you so much." I say with a smile.

"I've missed you too." He smiles back, his hands stopping their movements with the towel for a few seconds before he continues. "Now, how is your head?"

"It hurt like hell when I first woke up, but it's not bad now."

He hums with a short nod before asking, "Are you hungry? Yeol brought us some food a few hours ago, but we didn't want to wake you up."

I shake my head. "I'm okay."

I look his face over a few seconds more before looking back at Tae. He has his eyes closed and his expression seems relaxed, but his body is anything but. He's pulled his knees to his chest and he's holding them tightly. Almost as if he's physically holding himself together.

"Tae?" I say as I reach out to touch his arm.

His skin is cold and covered in goosebumps. He doesn't open his eyes but when he feels my hand he puts his on top of mine.

"He had a nightmare?" I ask, my question being directed at Yoongi as Tae doesn't usually like to talk about his dreams, but to my surprise Tae answers.

"I was covered in blood." He says in a shaky quiet voice.

My heart drops at his words and I start to rub circles with my thumb on his arm to offer some comfort.

"Do you have a sweatshirt or long sleeve shirt somewhere?" Yoongi asks as he pulls the towel away from Tae's head.

"There should be a hoodie on the armchair by the window." I say, gesturing towards the chair with my free hand.

I watch Yoongi walk to the chair, picking up the piece of clothing before coming back to Tae.

Now that he doesn't have Tae in front of him to block it, I can see clearly the sexy blonde rapper staring back at me on his black shirt. Or my black shirt, rather.

"How did you talk him into wearing that shirt?" I ask with a curious smile as I look back at Tae.

He peaks at me through his lashes and the corner of his lips tick up ever so slightly before he says, "He didn't put up much of a fight."

I smile at his words. "Of course he didn't."

After Yoongi brings the hoodie to Tae he walks back around the bed and into the bathroom.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask as I help Tae pull the hoodie on, fully expecting him to say no but am pleasantly surprised when he doesn't.

"I don't even remember getting out of bed." He says before taking a deep breath, staring at the bed between us.

"I just remember being in a large, pitch black room. It was completely silent and I tried to call out for help to see if anyone was there that could tell me where I was or could show me a way out, but I was alone. Then I started to hear coughing."

His eyes widen in horror before he closes them tightly. "It was Jiny- him coughing. It was loud and echoing all around me. Then the room was illuminated with blinding white lights and there was blood everywhere. It covered the walls, the floor, and when I looked down at my clothes and my hands, I was covered too.

"I looked up and saw a door I hadn't noticed before so I ran to it. When I opened it there was a shower inside. I got in and started scrubbing, trying desperately to get the blood off of my skin and my clothes.

"At that point I must have slept walked to the bathroom. It wasn't until I heard Yoongi calling for me that I snapped out of it and realized where I was. He pulled me out of the shower, wrapped me in a towel and sat on the floor with me.

"He waited until I was calmed down before he got me a change of dry clothes. He stepped out while I changed to check on you before he came back to me. He was just about to help me back into bed when you woke up."

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you. I'm glad he was able to help you though." I say as I run my fingers through his hair, knowing that helps him relax.

"I'm glad he was too." He sighs as he lays down on his pillow.

"Kook, can I borrow another shirt? This one is wet." I hear Yoongi ask from the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'll grab one for you." I answer back.

I turn towards where Tae is laying and see his eyes closed. His breathing has deepened and he seems to have fallen asleep. I pull the blanket up over his shoulder, kiss his head softly, before getting out of bed.

I walk over to my suitcase, dig through it for another t-shirt as requested before making my way into the bathroom. As soon as Yoongi comes into view I stop dead in my tracks.

He's got his shirt off with his back facing me as he shakes out another piece of clothing to throw over the shower rod.

When he turns towards the shower I catch a glimpse of his enticingly smooth collarbones, lightly sculpted chest and his oversized sweats, my sweats, he's wearing are cinched tightly around his narrow hips. All of this is paired perfectly with his messy blonde hair, presumably caused by him pulling the t-shirt over his head.

It's a sight that has my mouth watering.

"Let me just get these wet clothes hung up." He mumbles as he throws the shirt he'd been wearing over the rod for it to air dry before reaching down for another shirt that's laying on the floor.

I lean against the doorframe, eyes moving shamelessly over his exposed skin, paying much too close attention to the way his arms flex while he hangs up the clothes.

This is not the right time to be feeling like this, to be drooling over my boyfriend, so I try to focus on something else.

"Thank you for helping Tae." I say as I look down at the shirt in my hands.

"I'm happy he'll let me."

"You're doing a good job with him..." I say before trailing off as the image of him carrying Tae comes to mind.

Yoongi isn't much shorter than me, and Tae is the same height I am, but he looked so small in Yoongi's arms. I've never seen Yoongi look like that before.

The sight was heartwarming and pure, as well as ironically conducive to not so pure thoughts. Thoughts of him being in control and dominating me.

I know I weigh more than Tae does, so I doubt he could hold me like that, but I'd love to be manhandled and pinned to a wall and- Ugh, this is not the time for these thoughts.

I fight the urge to strip naked and pull him into the shower with me, instead continuing to focus on the shirt I'm now clasping even tighter as I run my thumbs over the fabric.

"I heard about your talk with your mother. I'm sorry I wasn't there to stick up for you. For both of you." He says in a lowered voice as he continues to hang clothes and towels over the curtain rod.

After he speaks my mother's words flash through my mind. The terrible thing she said about this being his fault.

This isn't his fault. I wouldn't trade having an easy, picture perfect life as a college student for a life that didn't have him in it. Just the thought of not being with him makes my heart ache.

"Kook, what did she-" He starts to say as he looks over at me.

I look up at him and I knew my face must clearly show the hurt and fear I feel at the thought of being without him because as soon as he looks at me he drops the towel that was in his hands to rush to comfort me.

"Love, I'm so sorry I wasn't there." He says as he brings a hand up to my cheek, thinking I was upset he wasn't there during my visit with my mother.

I lean into his touch for a moment, staring into his eyes I love so much, before I drop the shirt in my hands to the floor and step towards him, capturing his lips with mine.

For how needy I feel I am able to hold myself back and keep the kiss tentative, but not rushed.

I bring one hand around the back of his neck while I run my other up and down his side, caressing his soft skin while one of his hands draws shapes across my abs and runs up my chest, the other rested on my forearm.

We're taking our time, savoring the moment and the familiarity of being together as we let our fingertips glide across each other's skin.

We continue at a leisurely pace until I bite lightly down on his bottom lip. When his low hum of satisfaction hits my ears paired with his fingers gripping my waist more harshly as he pulls me flush against his bare chest, causing us to be skin to skin, I'm a goner.

Our pace quickens as well as the roughness and I let him take control, me being totally fixated on submitting to him.

As if reading my mind, he takes full advantage of this. He brings his hand that was holding my arm up into my hair as he begins carding his fingers through it, scratching and pulling at my scalp all while nipping at my bottom lip every now and then.

He changes our positions so he can back me up against the counter while I continue running my hands up and down his bare back, scratching and kneading the soft skin. As soon as I feel myself hit the counter I disconnect our lips and dive down to place sloppy kisses on his collar bone and chest.

"Kook." He moans out quietly. "We can't-" He begins to retort but his breath catches when I swipe my tongue across his right nipple, then he throws his head back when I tug it a little roughly between my teeth.

"Fuck, I missed you." I growl as I move my mouth to his other nipple to give it the same treatment.

He keeps his fingers threaded tightly in my hair, holding my head to his chest while letting out quiet breathy moans and curses.

I wish that he could just let his voice ring out freely, but I understand why he can't. Asleep or not, we can't do this with Tae just outside.

"We can't-" I breath out as I kiss up his neck from his chest. "We can't do this now."

"No," He pants. "We can't."

I place a softer kiss on his lips before pulling back to look at him, bringing my hand up to run my thumb softly across his cheek.

"Yooni," I breath out after a short stretch of silence. "You know that I wouldn't trade anything, not the pain, the tears, the heartache, any of what we've had to go through for a life without you, right?"

His lip begins to tremble as his eyes search mine. "Really?"

I keep my eyes on him as I lean my forehead against his, saying lowly, "Where you go I go. That's how it will always be."

"I love you." He exhales. "So much."

"I love you too." I say, pressing another kiss to his lips before taking a step back and holding my hand out for him. "Now, let's go back to bed."

He moves his eyes from mine down to the floor as he says, "I was going to try to get this cleaned up a little before I went back to bed."

I look down as well at the floor around us, only now noticing just how messy it is. There are towels laid down to soak up water as well as a pair of pants and some socks that are visibly soaked.

"I'll help you." I say looking back at him, but my eyes quickly drift down to the darkening spots I've left on his chest and collarbones.

I lick my lips as I continue to stare and he clears his throat as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"The shirt you brought me was dropped in a puddle, so I'm going to need another." He pouts.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep like that? It's quite comfortable." I smile.

"You know I'll freeze to death if I don't have at least a t-shirt on."

"I'll keep you warm." I say as I step closer to him aging to put my arms around his waist and pull him into me.

"Not good enough." He chuckles.

"Why does this have to be done now? Why can't it wait until morning?"

"We can't let this water just sit, same with the wet towels. They might start to smell. I've already hung up most of the wet stuff. I just have these few things left."

"They won't smell, it'll only be a few hours. Come to bed." I say as I keep my eyes fixed on his pouty lips, fully intending to kiss him again but he reads my mind.

He presses his palms against my chest. "No, nope. It's getting done now. I don't mind cleaning up without a shirt on, I also wouldn't mind your help, but if you aren't going to keep your hands and lips to yourself then I'm going to need you to either go to bed without me or get me another shirt first."

I glance down at his beautiful body again. "You want to cover my art work? I worked so hard on it." I pout as I meet his eyes.

"Yes, it was quite a chore to do all of this wasn't it love." He says with a crooked smile.

I giggle before turning around to leave. "I'll be back."

After I bring Yoongi a sweatshirt, much to his pleasure because he was "freezing to death," we got the rest of the water cleaned up and the wet items laid out to dry.

We also gathered any clothes that needed to get washed so we could take them to the laundry room before we finally crawled into bed.

I'm a little surprised when Yoongi gets in first, sliding to the middle as he glances at me.

"He asked me if I would sleep by him earlier." Yoongi says timidly. "So, I was thinking I'll sleep in the middle?"

"Tae gets what he wants." I chuckle. "As long as I get to cuddle you while we sleep it's alright with me."

"Alright." He smiles as gets under the covers.

"Speaking of Tae getting what he wants, he said you didn't put up much of a fight when he gave you that sexy Agust D shirt to wear." I giggle, crawling into bed as well and snuggling against his side.

"I didn't understand what he was doing, I just watched him toss shirt after shirt out of the suitcase while he searched for that one, but I didn't question it or complain."

"I'm sure it made his night seeing his beloved Agust D in his Agust D shirt." I smile up at him as I rest my chin on his chest.

He's smiling at me as well but it begins to fade as he looks into my eyes.

My head moves with his chest as he takes a deep breath before saying, "He told me about your Grandfather's offer."

I immediately lift my head off of him, propping myself up onto my elbow as I study his face closely.

My initial thought was that if Tae brought it up then maybe he told Yoongi he wanted it to just be the two of us because that was where Tae and I left off on our very limited discussion on the subject, but the way he has said it and the look on his face doesn't make it seem like he's hurt or disappointed.

"What did he say?" I ask cautiously.

"We can talk more about it at breakfast, but he said that your Grandfather offered to take the three of us somewhere. But if you want it to just be the two of you-" He begins to speed up his talking but I stop him from rambling, already knowing where he was going.

"I want you with me. With us. I don't want to be away from you."

He leans forward, kisses me sweetly before pulling back with a smile. "Good, because I want to be wherever you are. Where you go I go as well, love."

"And will you be okay with work? I don't know how long it would be for, and I don't think he will want to go back to Seoul."

"Let's just go to sleep for now." He says as he lays back down on the pillow, puts his arm around my shoulder and gently pulls me back down to his chest. "We'll talk about all of it later."

"Okay," I sigh before letting out a quiet yelp when my arm that was draped over Yoongi's waist gets smacked by Tae's large hand.

"You're hogging him." I hear him grumble as he pushes my arm.

I scoff as I sit up and glare at him. "He's my boyfriend."

"He's my Hyung." Tae grumbles as he moves closer to Yoongi's side.

I hear Yoongi begin to laugh lowly and I turn my attention to him with the my mouth agape.

"Hyung?"

Tae giggles quietly against Yoongi's side as he wraps his arms around Yoongi while Yoongi puts his free arm around my shoulders to pull me back down to him.

"What the hell happened while I was gone." I huff in mock annoyance while inwardly feeling thrilled that the two most important people to me seem to finally be getting along.

"We'll talk about it at breakfast." Yoongi repeats as he starts to comb his fingers through my hair.

...

"Alright, we're at breakfast." I say before taking a sip of my orange juice, eyeing the two at the table with me.

It barely qualifies as breakfast really. None of us ended up being very hungry, foregoing the surprisingly extensive menu with me having just toast and orange juice, Tae wanting hot tea and a muffin (which he has yet to touch) and Yoongi having a decaf Americano and no food. But this breakfast wasn't really about food anyway.

"Where would you like to start?" Yoongi asks as he folds his arms.

"You two have solved your problems with each other?" I start by asking.

"More so set them aside. Anything from before just isn't important or relevant right now. Wouldn't you agree?" Tae asks as he looks at Yoongi to his left.

Yoongi nods in agreement. "We definitely had problems between us from before, mostly between Taehyung and I, but no, I agree they aren't relevant now."

"So," I furrow my brows as I look between them. "Will there be any problems with us staying together?"

"I don't know if there's really any way to answer that with certainty. I know that I care about you both. And I know that being with you will help us all to feel better." Yoongi answers.

"How though? How will it help all three of us because it seems like you take care of us without needing anything in return. How is it that we can all help each other when you already seem to be the one that gives the most."

I can tell what I've said takes Yoongi by surprise but he quickly regains his composure.

"It may seem that way, but comforting you helps bring me just as much comfort. I find myself speaking from my heart, saying things I truly believe and for some reason it isn't until I say them to one of you that they resonate with myself.

"The things I've told Taehyung about him not having control over what happened were things I needed to hear too. I had been blaming myself for what Irene has done. For bringing her with me when I came into your lives. Reassuring him that he had nothing to do with the way someone else handled and reacted to things made me realize I didn't either."

Tae sits up a little taller as a small smile plays on his lips, "And that's how it was for me when I told you not to blame yourself for what Irene did. You helped me realize that what I said applied to myself too."

Yoongi smiles over at Tae. "Exactly."

"I didn't know you'd been thinking that, Yooni." I say sadly as I stare at him with my bottom lip pouted out.

"I hadn't had a chance to talk about it with you yet, but the thought came into my mind after we first got here and I saw how easily you comforted Taehyung. How naturally you two communicated what you needed or wanted without even needing to voice it. It made me feel guilty about ruining your lives."

"And now that's how you and I are becoming! You've been able to say exactly what I need to hear or do things for me without me having to ask." Tae grins at Yoongi before he looks at me. "I know it's been rough in the past between us, but... I don't really know how to explain it, but I feel like I need both of you." He says before he looks back at Yoongi.

"You have done so much for me already. Made me feel, whole, in a way. I would have never guessed it, ever, because we seem to never be on the same page. Or even in the same book, but somehow it works. At least, that's how I feel. Koo and Chan have spent so much time telling me I'm going to be okay but for some reason when you say it, I believe it."

"I agree, I think we have been able to find our own comfort when we're helping the other feel comforted. With that switch in our dynamic, does that mean us staying together will work?" I ask with a hopeful smile.

"It can if we don't allow one of us to feel left out or neglected. That would set us back. I don't think that will happen though if we openly communicate with each other." Yoongi comments.

"But that's going to happen inevitably with you two being a couple. Hell, it already happened. Yoongi is covered in hickeys today and I know that wasn't me." Tae chuckles. "You can't just do that with each other while I'm in the other room by the way. That's rude." He says as his smile turns more into a pout.

Yoongi and I chuckle at his expression before Yoongi teases him saying, "Are you upset you weren't invited? Is that it?"

"An invitation would have been nice, Hyung." Tae says in a half teasing half serious sounding tone as he locks eyes with Yoongi.

Yoongi breaks the contact first as he averts his eyes away from Tae with flushed cheeks.

I want to giggle at his blushing cheeks, but I'm more curious about the interaction in front of me than entertained. Has Tae already taken to flustering Yoongi? Flirting with him? Because he's never done that before as far as I know.

"You two must have really worked out your differences with each other if you're flirting and calling him Hyung, Taetae." I smile.

"Oh come on, Koo. You know me well enough to know that I'm simply teasing him. My flirting is much more forward. If I really wanted to make him flustered I'd be trying much harder."

I let out a louder laugh as I see Yoongi slouch down into his chair as if trying to sink into the floor, cheeks even more tinted than before.

"It's true, Yooni. If you can't handle this I don't know how you'll be able to keep it together when he really turns on the charm."

"Are... you okay with him doing this?" Yoongi mumbles looking up at me through his dark lashes.

I tilt my head as I look at him then at Tae. I know how Tae is. I know exactly how forward his forward flirting can be.

The thought of him flirting with Yoongi doesn't make me upset though. If anything, I think it would be entertaining and maybe even fun to join in with him because it's not very often I see Yoongi flustered.

Before I can voice any of what I'm thinking though, Yoongi changes the subject.

"We can decide how you two want to bully me later. Like once we get to where we're going. In fact, where are we going?" Yoongi asks, side eyeing Tae.

"Well," He leans forward in his seat as he looks between us. "I've been trying to think of a more, exotic or fun place, but my mind just keeps drifting back to home... I think I want to go home."

"Home." I repeat with a quirked brow.

"To Daegu?" Yoongi asks, also with an eyebrow raised.

Tae nods as he looks at us anxiously. "Yoongi and I had talked about where I would want to go if I could go anywhere and I had said either somewhere with snow or a beach, but then I started thinking about how everything would be new and unfamiliar and I don't think that sounds very appealing. Not right now at least. As I said, I know it's not exciting or anything, but that's where I'd like to go."

"If that's where you want to go that's where we'll go." Yoongi says with a smile. "I have a house there that we can stay in if you'd like."

"I already have a house there."

My eyes widen. "The house we picked you up from?"

He nods. "I mean, it's my Grandma's house. She owns it, but it's cozy and familiar and I'd like to go there."

"Why does your Grandma have so many houses?" I ask.

"Why does Yoongi." He answers flatly.

"For the same reason she does." Yoongi smirks. "To house my Grandchildren."

"Ha Ha" Tae says sarcastically as he rolls his eyes. "Seriously though, is it okay if we go there?" He asks us.

Yoongi narrows his eyes with pursed lips, sitting silently for several seconds before finally saying, "Depending on how long we will be away from Seoul, I may need to work while I'm there. I can easily transport my equipment from my apartment there to my place in Deagu though if needed."

Tae's eyes widen in panic, which surprises and confuses me, before he opens his mouth, seemingly ready to oppose the idea when Yoongi speaks again.

"I'm not saying we won't all be together. That's fine with me. Whatever will help you. And you as well, Kook. I'm also not saying that this means Kook and I will sneak away and leave you at your house alone. That won't happen either, but I do think it will be good if we have a place where we can separate if we need to.

"I'm sure there will be times when Taehyung will need you more than he needs me, Kook. And in those times I will be able to give you two space. Not be hovering around, looking over your shoulder.

"You promise you won't leave if I don't want you too?" Tae asks Yoongi quietly.

"I promise I won't leave if you don't want me to stay." Yoongi smiles as he holds his pinky out to Tae, the gesture Tae immediately returns with a bright smile as he wraps his pinky around Yoongi's.

The act makes my heart melt.

"You really do like each other now."

"I think so." Tae beams. "Isn't this what you always wanted, Koo? To have us both get along so you aren't caught in the middle of our disagreements."

"It is. I've wanted you both to get along so I don't have to spend more time with one over the other. Yoongi would get sad when I would want to spend time at your place and you would feel the same if I would go a day or two without us having any quality time. This way we can be together and I won't feel so torn."

As I move my eyes from Tae who seems to agree with me back to Yoongi, he doesn't seem to feel the same.

He has his lips pouted in thought as he looks at the table between us with his brows crashed together.

"Yoongi?" I call to him just loud enough to draw his attention.

When he looks up to meet my eyes he must be able to see that I noticed his mulling over my words. "Sorry, I was just thinking... It isn't important right now, we can talk about it when we get settled in Deagu."

"Yes! And if we want to get there at a reasonable time we'd better talk to your Grandfather soon." Tae chimes in.

"We'll stop in Seoul won't we, because we have no luggage. I'm going to have to pack and you will too." Yoongi says to Tae.

"I think stopping will be okay, but I really don't want to have to stay for that long."

"Okay, I'll go get Minho so he can show us to my Grandfather's office so we can start getting things in place to leave. It's going to be a seven hour trip at least so the sooner we can go the better." I say as I scan the canteen area for said soldier.

Once I spot him I stand up from the table, telling the two I would be right back.

"Okay." They both answer in unison.

As I begin to walk across the large room, I look over my shoulder at Yoongi and Tae.

I see Tae giggling as Yoongi teasingly hits his arm and the sight brings a bright smile to my face.

I hope this peace and understanding between us doesn't fade away and things fall back to how they were. I want to have them with me so badly. I can't be whole if I don't have them both.

I love them in separate ways, ways that dance around each other but occasionally the feelings will come together. Sometimes even overlapping.

It's where my love for them overlaps that I would get confused and hesitant to entertain becoming even a possibility, but now, us being an us doesn't seem as impossible as it did before.