Yoongi sighed heavily as he stared at the disc in his hand. He had made a habit of watching this at least three times each week. It was what kept him going. The top side of the disc was plain with just a name written on it with a black sharpie."Taehyung..." Yoongi mumbled to himself. He missed Taehyung. He just wanted to see him again, but this disc was all he had, aside from some photos."Why didn't we film more?"

With a shaky breath, Yoongi put the disc into his laptop. He set the laptop onto the coffee table then stepped out of the living room. He made his way to his bedroom and coughed hoarsely. With his health problems, he was surprised that he didn't beat Taehyung to the soil. Grabbing an inhaler from the nightstand by his bed, Yoongi took a hit of his medicine. He let out a small breath then took another hit. He set the inhaler back down onto the nightstand then made his way back to the living room.

Yoongi made himself comfortable on the couch, lying on his side with his head on the armrest. Being home alone, Yoongi didn't have to worry about anyone disturbing him. He reached out and tapped the touchpad to start the disc. His heart sank as he watched the homemade video start. His eyes were glued to the screen. He had watched this video so many times, but he just couldn't get enough of it. It was so simple, but it was everything to him.

"Yoongi-hyung, put down that camera and dance with me." Taehyung's voice spilled through the speakers of the laptop.

"Oh, no. I don't dance, Tae." Yoongi watched the recorded footage. It focused on Taehyung, filming as he danced to a tune he was humming."You're a much better dancer than I'll ever be."

Taehyung chuckled deeply and held a hand out to Yoongi."Let me teach you."

The camera was set onto a flat surface, the kitchen table, Yoongi remembered. How could he forget? He watched as he saw himself come onto the screen, taking Taehyung's hand. Yoongi let out a small chuckle as he watched Taehyung teach him how to do a simple slow dance. As they began to dance together, embraced in each other's arms, they both smiled, happy to be together."I love you, Tae." Yoongi whispered at the same time those words were softly spoken in the video.

"I love you too, Hyung."

Yoongi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Taehyung's humming. He felt like crying, but he held it back. He didn't like letting Taehyung see him cry. He had always refused to cry in front of him. Now he refused to cry in front of the video or Taehyung's photos. Lying there with his eyes closed, Yoongi felt himself slipping into a soothing comfort that Taehyung's humming had always provided for him. And just as the sweet sound had done many times before, it lulled Yoongi to sleep.

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Waking with a start, Yoongi's eyes shot open. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He inhaled, but the breath was broken up and difficult. It was just as hard to exhale. One hand moved to his chest, clutching the front of his shirt tightly. Yoongi struggled to get a breath, feeling like the lack of oxygen had been the thing to wake him. He knew what he needed. He needed his inhaler. But it was all the way in his bedroom.

Yoongi tried to sit up but couldn't muster the strength while being unable to breathe. He strained to inhale some much-needed oxygen but failed. Shifting over toward the edge of the couch, he fell off of it, his hand smacking the keyboard of the laptop on his way down. The video began to play."T...Tae..." Yoongi couldn't breathe. He couldn't get up.

"Yoongi-hyung, put down that camera and dance with me." Taehyung's voice rang out from the video. It was so hard to hear.

Yoongi felt like his lungs and throat were on fire. The lack of oxygen was painful. It hurt so much. In the back of his mind, something was screaming at him, like a siren. His brain was begging him to breathe, but he just couldn't.

"Just breathe, Yoongi-hyung."

Lifting his gaze to the laptop, Yoongi couldn't see straight anymore. Everything was getting blurry. His mind was hazy, and all he could feel was a fiery pain.

"Breathe easy."

Yoongi didn't know where Taehyung's voice was coming from. It wasn't from the video. Tears welled up in Yoongi's eyes and fell down his cheeks as he shifted on the floor. If he had any hope of getting a smooth breath, he had to find the right position that would open up his airway.

"Keep dancing, Hyung."

Taehyung had always told Yoongi that a dance was about finding the right flow. Now Yoongi needed to find the right angle to get a flow of air into his lungs. Was Taehyung nearby? Encouraging Yoongi to fight for his life?

"Please breathe. Please."

But Yoongi couldn't. He kept shifting as his strength was dimming. That siren in the back of his mind was deafening, screaming so loudly. It was so painful.

However, the pain was slowly dulling. It wasn't getting any easier to breathe, but everything was going away. The pain. The siren. The world.

"Will you dance with me now?"

Yoongi looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. Taehyung was squatting down beside him, a hand offered to him as a sweet smile graced his lips. With surprising ease, Yoongi reached up and grabbed Taehyung's hand.

"I missed you." Taehyung helped Yoongi rise to his feet."Let's go to our new home and dance. There is no illness there. Just us."

"Taehyung..." Yoongi laced his fingers with Taehyung's."I love you."

Taehyung smiled fondly."I love you too."