Sirenic Menace

⑨Get Out

 
As soon as Taehyung’s consciousness rushed back to him from the best sleep he had in years, it sought Jay automatically.

He rolled over with a faint smile tugging at his lips, but the said smile froze on his face as he took in Jay’s empty bed. A quick scan of the room told him he wasn’t there, and his bafflement only amplified.

“Good morning, Tae,” Hoseok chirped from his lying position.

Taehyung forced his confusion away and smiled at his hyung. “Good morning.” He dipped his head to glance at Jimin’s bed, but didn’t find him there. “Where’s Chim?”

“In the bathroom.”

“Oh. And... Jay?”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t in his bed when I woke up.”

A contemplative brume cloaked Taehyung’s features. After the longest and most passionate kiss he ever had yesterday, Jay dressed himself, reminded him that whatever happened was a onetime thing, and left the room before Taehyung could object or question him more.

He returned to the room and found him lying in his bed. He told him how much fun he had and that he would love to repeat that night if Jay changed his mind. Jay told him he had fun as well and then turned his back to him and slept.

Why he wasn’t in his bed the next morning was a mystery to Taehyung, and it filled him with a churning of emotions he loathed. He wanted to see him, talk to him, make sure they were okay, maybe even tantalize him enough to make him want another round with him.

But Jay wasn’t in his bed even after Taehyung came back from his usual morning swim with his friends and their lunch.

Taehyung was seething with unease. He couldn’t understand where he could have gone so suddenly and for so many hours. He knew he barely left his room, so the possibility of him going outside was null. Then a thought burst upon him like thunder. The storage room. He had to be there.

Taehyung descended the ladder of his bed in haste. “Um, I’m going to grab something to drink from the store,” he lied as he wore his shoes. “Do you guys want anything?”

“No. I think I’ll sleep for a couple of hours,” Hoseok said.

“Me neither. Thanks, Tae.” Jimin aimed a smile at him and continued watching the random movie he had picked on his phone.

Taehyung shoved his wallet in his pocket and stepped out of the room. He scuttled down the hallway until he reached the desired location. He brought his fist to the closed door and knocked gently. In the absence of any response, he pulled the handle down, only to find the door locked.

What the hell? He thought as frustration edged into his gaze. He knocked once more and waited in vain. His shoulders slumped with defeat and his anxiousness went through the roof. Where are you? Fuck.

He slouched back towards his room, but Jimin’s words sprang up into his head, ceasing his steps. “He took me to the private bathroom at the end of the hallway.” Maybe he’s there?

Taehyung swiveled and walked further down the hallway. He located a door as he had hoped and gazed at it, nibbling his lower lip. It’ll probably be locked.

With little expectations, he pushed the handle down. He glaciated at the click of the door opening, owlish eyes staring at his hand. His heart thumped against his chest so hard it dizzied his senses. He crept into the bathroom, and his gaze met with Jungkook’s. But it was only for a moment because Jungkook snapped his head away in panic.

Jungkook wasn’t fazed when he heard the door open since he thought only his three hyungs knew about the bathroom’s existence. But the moment Taehyung slid into his view, an all-consuming terror punched his chest repeatedly. Because he was standing in front of the sink shirtless and without his mask, his wet forelocks sticking to his forehead.