~Lied To~

Chapter 9

(How was your day today?)

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—Jimin's POV—
"Great going, Namjoon." Yoongi scoffs as he goes in the direction to where Tae's room was. Later on, we hear loud knocks and shouts like, "Tae! Open up!" We sigh, feeling bad for Yoongi hyung as Tae refuses to open the door for him.

"He's not going to open the door." Hoseok rolls his eyes at his attempt as Yoongi glares back at him. "He will and I know it. Even if it means waiting for a thousand years to come by, I will wait." He says, but as sincere as that sounds, it doesn't seem to end that way as Yoongi knocks a few more times and eventually leaves the door and goes back to his room. I roll my eyes at the words he just said earlier back,

"Well now we know how shitty words can be." Giving a bitter joke as I earn glares from the members. I got up from the couch and approached the same Jungkook who also stood in front of Taehyung's door. I patted his back, in hope to try and console him. "M-Maybe we shouldn't h-have told him after all.." He breaks into sobs, I shake my head. "Don't regret it, Kookie. It's best we told him, if we hadn't done that, he'd probably would've found it out in an even worse situation." I point out, as he looks at me with crystallised eyes. I inhale deeply, chuckling. "He'll come out eventually, Kooks. Now c'mon, go get some of your banana milk in the fridge. Just calm down, okay?" I give him a weak smile as he nods, finally removing himself from my grip. "W-Why'd you even buy me banana milk? Y-You know I don't drink that anymore." He says before disappearing from my sight, later on hearing our fridge opening. I laugh lightly, even though Jungkook's a tough bunny most of the time, he still has a soft side.

I turn my sight back at the members who were in the living room, Namjoon was looking down at the ground, he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. Hoseok stood up and went to Taehyung's door, turning the knob for one second. As expected, it was locked and he sighed. He went to one of our storage rooms, and he comes back with pillows and a blanket as he hands it to Namjoon. "Just incase Tae doesn't open the door for you. We're still your friends, you know." Namjoon blinks at him as he returns a weak smile, Hoseok shrugging as he leaves the room and goes to his own. A smile tugs on my face at how nice the members stay as ever even if we're all worried about Tae.

I looked towards Jin to see him grab his jacket from the stand, plopping out his shoes. After he's fixed his clothes, he goes up the front, and leaves—closing the door behind him. It's already late, where is he even going? I shrug the thought away, thinking that Jin hyung must have some matters to attend to or he just needs fresh air.

Finding myself with nothing to do, my feet move on its own as they stop by Taehyung's door. I look at it and I couldn't help but flinch. My soulmate's in there, probably troubling himself with many things to think over, and I'm not there to help him.

I cry mentally at the thought as I knock on his door. "Tae, it's me. I-... How are you holding up?" I paused for a while, deciding that it was better to ask for his health instead of explaining about what I felt first. Hearing no answer from the door, I slowly got down and sat with my legs crossed. I leaned onto the door, resting my head on its hard yet smooth surface. I just sat there with my eyes closed, mentally pleading for Taehyung to answer me. It's only been a few minutes and I already miss seeing him.

I sat there for a while until felt a smooth surface that's seemingly thin slip through the side of my leg. I open an eye to see it was a piece of paper. I lift it up to read what's written,

'I'm okay, Jiminie.'

My heart lifts a bit at the effort, and I immediately run my hand in my pockets to pull out a pen. What a coincidence, I know. I quickly write down a response,

'That's good to know. Don't you want to come out? I can shower you with all the japchae to make sure you're well and healthy.'

I write rather swiftly and softly slide it back under the door, as I wait patiently for a response. The same paper slides back and forth as this form of communication continues.

'It's fine, Jiminie, maybe next time. I don't really feel like coming out just yet.'

'Coming out? As in gay?'

'Park Jimin, shut up.'

'Haha okay, I'm kidding. I just wanna lighten up your mood.'

'And it's working. Good job.'

'It'll always work between you and me, soulmate. :)'

'Will it really?'

'Yes!'

'No :p'

'It's a yes and you can't say otherwise. But anyway, TaeTae... why don't you want to come out?'

'I just don't feel like it.'

'Tae-bie, are you scared?'

Not hesitating to ask, I slid the paper rather swiftly. And I don't earn an answer for a while.

It's been minutes since I was here, and I still haven't received an answer. I debate whether to stay the whole night there, or go take the usual night bath since I smell like crap right now. But the debate between hygiene and desire has come to an end as my the side of my hygiene wins. I stand up, going to my room and getting my towel together with my pajamas, as I head towards the bathroom. Regretting every step, thinking about how I still want to wait beside his door. But I can't do that now, as I close the doors and start the shower.

I dry up my hair, using the extra towel. I step out of the bathroom, quietly making my way back to my room. I take a quick glance at the living room, expecting to see Namjoon sleeping on the couch but surprisingly he wasn't there. Did Tae let him in? Did he sleep in another room? Did he go out as well? Who knows where he might be. I push the thought away from my head as I pass by Taehyung's door, noticing a paper in front of it. I bend down and take a look at what he wrote,

'Yes.'

My heart breaks at it, my mind quickly flooding back to the question I asked earlier. Taehyung was scared, what else could I do?

A sigh leaves my mouth as I stare at the same pen I used awhile ago, next to it. I grab it and begin writing.

I left him a quick message and slide the paper back into his room, hoping he'll just see it in the morning as a form of reminder.

I stretch my arms, as my feet find themselves walking back straight to my room. My mind calms down, and all I could think about was getting a good night's sleep.

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(I'm sorry but we need some Vmin up in here!!!
Even if it's in the simplest fluffy way possible uwu)