Park of Winter's fall. | Jimin FF

Chapter 6

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[TAEHYUNG'S P.O.V]

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I grabbed the items as fast as I could and stuffed them in one of Jimin's old leather bags he hardly ever used. It was the only thing I could find and besides, this may look suspicious carrying out a big bag like this but it can't be any worse than stealing a bunch of his clothes.

"You really fucking owe me for this one, Jimin." I grumbled out as I slung the bag over my shoulder and exited the room as swiftly as possible, shutting the door closed. I once again looked both ways, surrounding the area for signs of my band mates. I heard nearby whispers and conversation. It sounded like it was just around the corner somewhere.
So I tiptoed faster than I thought any human being could ever do and got the fucking shit out of there.
I ran back to my room to hide the bag under my bed, hoping that Namjoon wouldn't see it hidden there.

"I need to plan this perfectly. I can't get caught. They can't be suspicious of my plans." I sigh, feeling the heavy burden of this task weigh down on my shoulders. My heart wouldn't stop racing. My mind went to a dozen different places. Why can't I just feel fine? Why must I feel so tormented?

"I suppose that's how all of us feel..." I mumbled softly.

I hear a voice behind me, which I did not suspect so it made me jump in terror. I jumped so high, I could probably shoot through the roof.
"SHIT!"
"Tae, are you okay?"
I looked over and saw that it was my roommate, RM.
"A-ah, Hyung. Y-you scared me."
"I can see that. What was that about you saying how all of us feel?"

I gulped hard, feeling as though my heart could drop into my stomach.

D...did he see me with the bag? Did I say anything incriminating out loud? Oh fuck, what do I do?

"I j-just meant that, u-um.. we're all a bit stressed out."
Namjoon just stared at me. His face says that he was trying to read me. Shit. Can he tell I'm hiding something?

DOES HE KNOW?!

"Taehyung-ah, are you okay? You look pale. Are you sick?" He frowned, reaching for my forehead.
I expertly dodged his hand and stumbled backwards, almost colliding into my desk.
"N-NO, I AM F-FINE, NAMJOON!"
Namjoon laughed and retracted his hand. "Okay okay, no worries. Stop yelling. I just came here to tell you that Jin is about done with the cooking."

I gulped hard like I swallowed rocks and nodded my head. I didn't have any words to say. Nothing came out. So the best way for me to keep this secret safe, is to shut my damn trap.

"Mhm!"

"Okay, well... Lay off the late night video games. Just because we aren't promoting, doesn't mean you can slack off... alright?" He slipped his hands into his pockets, his face softening but still using his leader tone of voice

"S-sure."

With that, Namjoon left the room and I felt as though the air around me changed and I could breathe again.
I gasped, letting out a held breath like I had just come up from diving in the ocean.