Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon! And if I did, I probably wouldn't have made Matt become an astronaut and Tai a politician… I mean, out of all jobs, a politician? And an astronaut? Nahhh!^o^

A/N: So here I go with another taito…:P Hehe, please read! There'll be more to come of this I think…

Linger by ThatGirl

~chapter one, A blue sweater~

"I'm home, Matt!" Tai shouted loudly as he closed the front door of the apartment that he shared with his lover behind him. "Hello?"

Not receiving an answer, he picked off his shoes and tossed the coat in a corner of the hall. The nice smell of Matt's cooking was in the entire place and Tai made his way into the small kitchen. He saw Matt sitting by the table, alone, resting his chin in his hands and staring straight through Tai.

"Matt? Why didn't you answer?" Tai asked, feeling a little annoyed. He had the feeling that another argument was just around the corner, and groaned inwardly.

Again, he was ignored completely. He winced a little at the empty look in Matt's eyes.

"Matt. Hey. Come on, don't be like this now…"

Matt only sighed.

"It's cold now, anyway." he said. Tai hadn't been expecting that. Matt didn't sound angry at all. He sounded…hurt. Almost sad.

"What?"

"The dinner. It's gone cold."

"Oh", came Tai's intelligent reply to that.

It was a quiet for a while, but then Tai broke the silence.

"Look, I know I was late again, and I've been late many times the latest time—"

"You didn't even come home yesterday and the day before that." Matt cut in.

"-And…" Tai trailed off, hearing the words of his boyfriend. "Yeah, sorry…" he bit his lip. "But I've gotten that new job, you know… And I still play soccer sometimes, and I was just hanging out with the guys and stuff…"

"You were hanging out with Musuku, huh?" Matt asked, not meeting Tai's eyes.

"I didn't say that! …But, okay, so maybe I did hang out with Musuku, but what difference does that make?"

Matt kept silent, pressing his lips together until his mouth only was a thin line. Musuku was one of Tai's new partners at his work, and the two had been spending an awful lot of time together the latest weeks. Matt couldn't help but feeling both left out, and, however it wasn't anything he was very proud of, jealous.

"…Never do such a thing. Don't you trust me, Matt?"
Matt noticed Tai had been talking all the time he had been lost in thought.
"I do trust you, Tai! It's Musuku I don't trust!" he cried, throwing his hands up in the air to empathize the words. He stood from the chair and looked Tai right in the eye. "It feels like if I have to make an appointment if I want to talk to you now!"

"You're exaggerating!"

"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"Am not!"

"Yes, you…" Tai stopped, realizing the childish arguments. "Matt, why do you always have to act like this?" he asked. "All the time, the only thing you do yelling and screaming at me!"

"I yell and scream at you because I want you here! Not always, but sometimes at least! I hardly see you anymore!"

"What, are you jealous or something?" Tai shouted, in his anger missing the point of what Matt had just told him. "Because if you are, then could I be then? I'm gay, you're bi, so it's approximately fifty percent more chance that you'd cheat on me than that I'd cheat on you!" He knew it was a low blow, but he didn't care for the moment.

"This has nothing to do with sexuality, and you know it. But every time I've seen you and Musuku, he's totally hitting on you! Haven't you noticed that?"
"He's not hitting on me. We've been through this before, and he's still not. We are friends, and nothing more."

"I still don't trust him!" Matt screamed, the tears that had been stinging in his eyes finally starting to roll down his cheeks. He turned on his heel and made his way to the bedroom they shared together. Tai groaned melodramatically and stalked after him.

"Matt…"

He flinched as the blonde practically slammed the bedroom door shut right in his face. It was a long time since he'd seen Matt this angry. He could hear how drawers were opened and closed and how his boyfriend was stomping around inside. Quiet sobs and sniffs were made their way through the locked door as well.

"Matt", Tai said, a little calmer this time, pushing the handle down, but having no success in getting the door opened. "Matt!" he called again. He was starting to grow worried. "C'mon, koi, open the door!"

Tai jumped when the door did open, and Matt stormed out, carrying a bag of clothes.

"What are you doing?" he wondered, confused. He looked at Matt with uncertainty in his chocolate eyes.

Matt didn't even turn around. Tai hurried to get to the front door before Matt, blocking it.

"Move, Tai."
"No, not before you've told me what you're doing." he said earnestly, searching Matt's eyes. Matt looked away.
"Isn't that clear?" He tried to push past Tai, but the brunette grabbed hold of his hand.

"…I'm sorry… Don't go, Matt… Please" He took Matt's hand in both of his own and held it gently against his chest.

Matt felt his heart beginning to melt. He loved Tai. But at the same time, he knew what it would go back to be like if he stayed, no matter how much he wanted to do so. So he pulled back his hand, trying his best not to pay any attention to the hurt in the other's eyes.

"I'm sorry too", he said, his voice breaking somewhat, and pushed by Tai, out of the apartment. He ran down the stairs and out on the street as quickly as he could.

Tai stood silently and looked after Matt, feeling nothing but… empty. After a few minutes, he returned inside of the apartment and went into the bedroom. The drawers and the door of the closet were wide open, Matt's clothes gone. Tai cast a glance on the bedside table on Matt's side of the bed. The book he had been reading was gone as well.
A thick lump formed in his throat as he tiredly lay down in the bed that seemed so big now when he was alone in it. The pillow beside his own one smelt of Matt's sweet scent and when he lifted the quilt, he found the only piece of clothing Matt had forgot to take with him.

A blue sweater.

Burning tears welled up in Tai's eyes and streamed down his face, and onto the sweater as he held it closely to his chest.

He already missed Matt.

So much it felt like if his heart was being torn apart. 

A/N: Umm… Was this really bad or…maybe good? *looks hopeful* You think I should continue? C'mon… Please write a review!