The Hidden Treasure

~26~

Taehyung watched Namjoon stalk towards his room and shut the door with a bit of force behind him.  Taehyung frowned.  Something needed to change soon before the whole group began to fall apart.  He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Jimin standing beside him.

"You look unhappy," said Jimin softly.

"I'm worried."

"Those two?"

"Yeah."  Taehyung sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.  He felt Jimin squeeze his shoulder slightly and sigh as well. 

"Why not talk to them," said Jimin, looking at his friend's side profile.  Taehyung was like a dear brother to him and he hated seeing him so conflicted.  If he could do anything to make that expression on his face go away, Jimin would gladly do it. 

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip for a moment.  He looked over at Jimin and shook his head.  "I don't know what to say to either of them.  I think Joonie-hyung's position is right.  He likes Hyejin-noona but he won't force a relationship on her and he's not even sure how she sees him anyway."  He sighed and leaned back against the wall, hanging his head lower.   "I don't even know what Yoongi-hyung is thinking in the slightest." 

Jimin's eyebrows twitched.  He leaned on the wall next to Taehyung and thought a moment.  He sighed and smiled.  "Want me to go talk to Yoongi-hyung?  Maybe I can figure out what's going through his head right now." 

Taehyung brought his head up and a small smile was on his face.  "That would be helpful, I think.  I'm so afraid of us falling apart, Jiminie.  I like Hyejin-noona, but if her being back in Joonie-hyung's life is going to cause a problem for us all, I would rather she not be a presence in our lives.  Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think so."  Jimin patted Taehyung's shoulder and stood straight.  "I think Yoongi-hyung is in his studio.  I'll talk to you later.  Cheer up, hm?"  He smiled widely to his friend and stuffed his hands into his pockets, walking off down the hall.

Taehyung watched him walk away and sighed again.  Maybe this was all in his imagination or maybe it wasn't.   Either way, he hated tension.  He walked to his room, eyes on the floor.

A pair of eyes watched him walk across the room.  With a sigh, the person closed their book, stood up and with determined steps, set out on a mission.

* * *

Namjoon laid on his bed, staring up at the bottom of Jungkook's bed.  He was glad his roommate was not home.  He had no idea where the kid was, probably at the gym.  He pushed his worry for the lost maknae out of his mind and focused on his own problems for a moment.

At least, he tried to anyway.

The door to his room opened without even a knock and he jerked his head up to see who the intruder was, half expecting to see Jungkook.  He was surprised to see someone else instead.

"Hyung, what brings you here," he said tiredly, laying his head back on his arm again.

His visitor sat down in a desk chair nearby and stretched out his long legs, crossing his ankles.  He folded his arms neatly across his chest and studied Namjoon.

"Namjoon-ah, what's with the atmosphere in this place lately?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about," dodged Namjoon.  He knew it was a lost cause to try and fool this guy, but he was determined to at last try.

Jin sighed and leaned forward, shifting his legs to be able to rest his elbows on them. "Namjoon-ah, I get the feeling this all has to do with you."