Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Namjoon's POV

I hate my closet because I never have anything to wear when I need it, or rather, whenever these kinds of important occasions come around, I never seem to like the clothes I have. I'm rummaging through my closet for something flashy but understated, and I'm grumbling more and more.

It's that I want to look good, more than every day; I laugh at myself because it's not even because I have any special items or activities, I'm just doing this for Taehyung.

Today we have the final meeting for the comeback: Bang Pd-nim ​​found out that Taehyung is already well, and he summons us immediately to resume activities as soon as possible, so now everyone is preparing to return to the strict schedule before with the meeting, then the practice of the final choreography and finally the review of the stylists' decisions for the tour clothes.

It's a complete mess and I should focus on doing my best and wearing something comfortable for the day, but it's impossible in my situation. With me and Taehyung starting this big little secret I feel helpless, like I have to look like, mature?

I don't know, I feel like I'm exaggerating but at the same time I'm not. I have this feeling that my appearance will count for Tae to see that I care...god I feel in high school all over again, with the stupid crushes and my first relationship. But those were different times, I try to tell myself, because my first love was a disaster, and what about my first relationship...too much jealousy, too many doubts that ruined everything for me; It's easy how that love came and went like a fresh breeze that only leaves cold inside. Now, instead, I am an adult; I've been through a lot, and I think I'm mature enough to be able to sustain this, considering how much it matters to me.

I shouldn't be so hard on myself, I know. I sigh tired of looking and looking and I stare at the almost empty closet (because I've thrown everything on the bed without caring about anything else), and suddenly I happen to see the door of Taehyung's. It's empty, I know; but I feel like it's not, suddenly I smile while remembering all the times he has says those three words to me. I look back at my clothes.

Fuck this

I grab a white t-shirt and some joggers and start to take off my shirt; at that moment a small knock warns my door opening suddenly, between the crack a blushing Jin peeks out with a grimace.

"Namjoon-ah, hurry up we'll be late t-" he stops short seeing my whole room as he opens the door wide, I pay him no attention as I put on my clean shirt "What the hell happened here?!"

"I didn't know what to wear." I answer and Jin looks at me with an incredulous gasp.

"My God, Namjoon...you are destruction in person." I roll my eyes and put on my joggers, taking advantage of the fact that I'm only in boxers.

"I'll clean it up when I get there, I live alone now anyway." I comment and Jin disapproves with a look.

"Whatever you say, but if Hoseok finds out-"

"Then don't tell him," I smile at him and walk over, then walk out of my room listening to Jin babble.

Outside everyone is in the dining room ready, I take a quick look at Taehyung who returns it lazily; we are dressed the same I can't help but feel good about myself.

"Well rascals it's time to go." Jin says and gathers everyone up before grabbing a bag and leaving with the others.

As we walk to the car, I walk past Tae up to his ear and taking advantage of the fact that we're behind everyone else I whisper, "You copied me." I try to be as flirtatious as possible, but Tae just smiles at me sideways.