“—alone, I needed to talk to you.”
Kyungsoo pauses his music and saves with one hand, removing his headphones with the other. “Sorry?” he asks, turning to the door where, to his surprise, Yoongi stands. He looks uncharacteristically nervous.
“I just—I wanted to talk to you.”
“I thought you were going out with Chanyeol and the rest?” Kyungsoo asks, only just about stopping himself from saying the kids, even though Jeongguk isn’t a kid anymore.
Yoongi shrugs. “I told Guk I’d catch up to them later.” He takes a seat on the bed behind Kyungsoo and begins fiddling with the quilt. “Do you…” He stops, and looks up at Kyungsoo. “Do you still think I should tell Jeongguk? About how I feel?”
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says, simply.
“I wasn’t sure,” Yoongi says. “I feel like he didn’t want to have a holiday alone with me. He hasn’t spent any time alone with me at all. It’s really awkward.”
“You keep avoiding him too,” Kyungsoo points out. “That doesn’t help.”
Yoongi sighs, and looks, for one of the first times since Kyungsoo first met him, small. “What if he doesn’t—?”
“Seriously?” Kyungsoo asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m just worried. That I’ve dragged this on too long. That if he ever wanted me, he’s moved on.”
Kyungsoo folds his arms. “When we were in the army together, Jeongguk made it clear there was someone special to him. Now, he may not have mentioned any names, because we were surrounded by men who wouldn’t have taken too kindly to it, but he certainly wasn’t referring to Mingyu or Yugyeom, or any girls.”
Yoongi bites his lip. “Okay,” he says softly.
“So yeah, I still think you should tell him,” Kyungsoo says. “You haven’t betrayed his trust, or whatever it was you told me before. You also owe it to yourself to get it off your chest after however many years it’s been.”
“Okay,” Yoongi repeats. “But if everything goes to hell, I’m blaming you.”