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It’s not that he particularly minds it, you see. Yoongi isn’t the tidiest person, so he doesn’t think he could judge the other for this. But Taehyung, he, well, he’s different. It’s not just ‘woke up and left the bed as it was’; sometimes it’s a whole ‘woke up and made sure the blankets were crumpled all over the bed before leaving it’.
Needless to say, he’s confused. Not complaining, just… Confused. So he asks.
“It’s all about balance, you see?” Taehyung has that look in his eyes — the one that says there’s something going on. “The glass has been broken. Someone dropped it. Someone has to clean it.”
Yoongi takes a second to consider. It’s not that he doesn’t understand Taehyung; most of the times he does. It’s just that Yoongi is straightforward; he doesn’t like beating around the bush if he has the choice to do so, and it’s not because he wants to be rude or shit like that, it’s just how he is. Taehyung… Taehyung isn't like that. It’s not that he keeps going around in circles, just that his approach about things is usually different. If he has the chance to make Yoongi — or anyone, for what matters — come to make the conclusion himself, he’ll do it.
A teacher mentality, Yoongi thinks. Or, well, how maybe a lot of teachers should think. Shoving knowledge down kid’s throats works for no one.
But he’s straying.
“... I’m not sure I get where are you going with this.” he says.
“It’s balance , hyung.” Taehyung says again, a bit more vehemently this time. “Follow me: the lights are on. Why are they on? Someone turned the switch. But why did they do it?”
“Because... They need to see?” Yoongi frowns.
“Why do they need to see?”
Yoongi doesn’t know how to answer that. A tiny knot of uneasiness settles onto his stomach; he feels trapped.
Is this a prank? Is Taehyung playing some sort of joke on him? Because he knows how much Yoongi hates being made into a fool; he knows how much it takes from him to actually let himself vulnerable when confronted with this things Taehyung does, open to whatever it is that he has to say, that he wants to pass.
Taehyung knows how much it would hurt Yoongi to have him turning that trust into something to laugh about.
“There’s not catch, hyung.” Taehyung smiles, and he probably knows exactly what’s going on Yoongi’s mind. “I’m not playing tricks on you. Follow me, again: I’m not alone. I enter your room. I turn the switch. You’re not there. What do I do?”
“… You usually turn the switch again.” Yoongi frowns. The uneasiness is gone, he thinks, because Taehyung isn’t a liar; Yoongi knows that if he said it isn’t a joke, it isn’t a joke. This doesn’t mean the moment of uncomfortableness has gone away. “And look for me somewhere else.”
“ Exactly .” Taehyung brightens up, almost as if Yoongi has said something extremely intelligent. It’s… Cute. “Tell me, hyung. The bed is unmade. Someone left it like that. So...”
“Someone… Someone else has to make it?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung smiles at him, the box-shaped smile that has always made Yoongi’s knees feel just a little bit weak; he heard once from Hobi that it’s the kind of smile reserved for moments in which he says or does something that Taehyung labels as ‘Yoongi making me fall in love with him all over again’. Unnecessary to say, Yoongi himself labeled the smile as ‘Taehyung trying to make me go into cardiac arrest’; not that he’s ever telling anyone that. Maybe they do match each other well. That or it’s Taehyung’s habits rubbing off on him. “You mean…” Yoongi says again, trying to come back to his line of thought. “The whole ‘I’m not making my bed this morning’ isn’t actually you trying to rile me up, it’s just a metaphor.”
“Why would I try to rile you up?” Taehyung interrupts him, confused, but shakes his head before Yoongi can explain himself. “I mean, yeah. It’s… More or less a metaphor. I guess.”
Yoongi muses. And muses. And muses a bit more.
Taehyung, patiently, waits.
“Okay. So… This is about balance. Following what you said before, we’re bound to make things happen in a logical sequence. If I’m not in the room but I left the lights on, you gotta switch them off again. And this means that not making your bed when you wake up in the morning… Will make me stay?”
Taehyung positively beams at him.
“Yes.”
“But I don’t do the bed, either.”
His boyfriend laughs. Yoongi — Yoongi doesn’t. He, logically, overthinks.
“Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious. What if, like, I’m disrupting this sort of balance? What does it mean to us?"
“Hyung-”
“What is supposed to happen after? What if I’m fucking up some sort of-”
“ Hyung .”
Yoongi shuts up. Taehyung is still smiling.
“Marry me.”
Uh.
“W-What.” he sputters.
Yoongi, Min Yoongi , doesn’t sputter. Ever.
“Marry me.” Taehyung says again, softer this time, and his hands have found their way in between Yoongi’s. “Be by my side. Let me stay by yours.”
Yoongi watches him. The calm, the relaxed shoulders, even though Taehyung is never quiet — even though Taehyung is excited 24/7 and curious and ready to go out and conquer the whole world without anyone prompting him to do so.
“You had this planned out, didn’t you?” he says. His heart is still beating wildly, rebelling with violence against his poor ribcage.
“Well…” Taehyung starts sheepishly, the softest hint of pink on his cheeks.
Yoongi huffs out a laugh, murmuring a light-hearted “brat” before pushing him in for a kiss.
(“Will you, though?” Taehyung whispers softly, hands curled on Yoongi’s chest, head on his shoulders.
“Hm?”
“Marry me, I mean. Will you marry me? Because I, uh, I might have planned the bed thing beforehand but it doesn’t mean I wasn’t being serious when I-” and he’s rambling. He’s actually rambling, a nervous stream of words, trying to convey what he meant even though Yoongi knows.
Gods , Yoongi knows. He knows, he — he loves this boy.
“Oh my- Tae .”
“... Yeah?”
“I’ll marry you.” of course , he wants to add. But he doesn’t. He gets the feeling Taehyung will know either way.)