Catfish | P.J

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"Yah! Get up! Taehyung is at the door!" Seomim banged at my door.

For a moment I thought she kicked the door and I jumped out of the bed, already dressed in trousers and a shirt and unlocked my door go downstairs. Taehyung was seated at the center of the room next to the coffee table with some ready salted chips and a can of sparkling water next to an ash tray. I walked over to him and gave him a bro fist before sitting down in the nearly empty room.

"Whats up?" I say as I take one of his chips.

He shrugged his shoulders at me fore putting the chips down, "I just got so much going on right now J, is it alright if I stay here for the rest of the week?"

I looked at him with a confused face before rubbing my chin in thought. I wasn't sure if Jongmin was actually coming round and if he was, I'd have to make my guest, Taehyung, sleep on the sofa instead of the spare room.

"Erm... I guess..." I sounded quite rude the way my voice sounded so sharp and careless.

Taehyung gulped down some of his carbonated water and thanked me by bowing his head, passing his drink over to me. I shook my head at his offer, my lips turning at the thought of fizzy, flavorless water in my mouth. After watching him pull his drink back to his lips, I pulled myself up and headed to the fridge in the kitchen. Pulling out a couple of beers for Taehyung and I, I opened one and put the tv on.

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"Yah! Jimin! Remember when you and Lacy got caught in the toilets when we were in sixth grade?" He laughed uncontrollably, my cheeks darkening into a rose red.

"Oh don't get me started!" I slurred.

Taehyung and I had been drinking. A lot. Our parents didn't mind since we were almost 18 but did get worried on nights like this, last time this happened we were playing truth or dare and Taehyung ended up running around the neighborhood naked. I don't remember seeing him naked myself but surely the neighborhood did as we got complaints the next morning.

"Can I tell you something?" I bit my lip with worrying my eyes.

"I won't remember it in the morning so go ahead..." he smiled.

There was a small silence as I tried to spit my words out. He's going to think I'm crazy.

"I'm worried about Anayese..." he stayed silent, "I think I'm in love with her..."

He sat up and looked at me as if I was mad, propping himself up with the help of the glass coffee table.

"You haven't even spoke to her before! That crazy heugin chick is like... are you sure? Is this a joke?" His eyes grew wide, waiting for my response.

I shook my head and bowed it down, "Are you mad at me?"

He closed his eyes and nodded his head hesitantly. I became aware of his feelings towards her and surprisingly towards black girls. Even though I feel a certain way with her, I don't think I want to lose the relationship with my hyung.

I passed him my phone on our conversation, he must've drunk a little more than me because he could barely read the screen as far as I could see. His eyes strained as he held it too close to his face.

"Your brother is going to... Hyung! Namjoon was beating her?" He shouted.

I slapped his arm as if to say shut up. He shook his head as I continued to let him scroll through the chat.

I'm letting him on in all your business. But The things you've told me are something that no one should hude...

a/n
So the next chapter is going to be what happened before this one (a texting chapter)