Taehyung's Wrong Number - BTS Fanfic

twenty one

Taehyung excitedly paraded around his room and towards his closet, nearly dancing out of anticipation. He was going to see Ara. Face to face.

Well... Maybe he had already seen her face to face, but they've never spoken directly. Plus, Ara never really knew it was him.

What would he wear? He pushed through the clothing on the hangers, the fabric heavy and causing his arm to tire from regarding them.

Oh, boy. He didn't know what to wear!

His wardrobe was full. The hangers took up every spot in the walk-in closet. There was clothes everywhere. But he could just not choose what to wear.

Taehyung pouted, staring off and trying to decide what to do. Should he ask Hoseok for advice?

A pair of balgencias came into his memory.

No.

What about Jungkook?

Black on black. He frowned.

Yoongi?

Maybe if he were hiding from the mafia, perhaps.

Namjoon?

...He has his own style.

All that left were Jin and Jimin. Taehyung shrugged and decided to go after Jin since Jimin was out doing something else. Probably shopping with Jungkook, he couldn't remember.

Jin's door was slightly ajar, and the complex was oddly silent. Namjoon and Yoongi were probably off in their studios producing music without end. Hoseok usually made the most noise in the house, but he was probably also out, but the silence was definitely eerie.

Pushing the door open, Taehyung tried to shake off his nerves, his voice raw as he called for Jin, "Hyung?"

He peered in. The room was neat as usual, the bed made, clothes flooded and window blinds open. The sugar gliders hoping around in their cage was the only movement in the room.

Confused, he stepped in, the cold wooden floors sending a shiver through his body.

"Hyung?" Taehyung called out again. He waited.

Silence.

As he was about to turn around and leave, another door in the room burst open, making Taehyung jump in surprise.

Jin's laughter echoed, his figure shaking with hiccups. He slapped his legs, as if the whole thing was the most funniest thing that he'd ever witnessed.

"Not funny," Taehyung pouted, but Jin just kept laughing until eventually he couldn't breathe and grew exhausted.

"Everyone thinks I'm the one who gets scared the most," Jin shook his head after he laughing fit was over, placing his hands on his hips, "but in reality, you are, Taehyung."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "How long were you in there for."

Jin's eyes followed Tae's gaze to the wardrobe he was once hiding in.

"That doesn't matter."

"Oh really-"

Jin narrowed his eyes, "Anyway, what do you want? You came in here looking for me."

"Nevermind that. I was looking for Yoongi," Taehyung tried to fib, feeling bitter about Jin's harmless scare.

"You and I both know he spends most of his life in the studio," Jin sighed and sat down on a chair near his desk, "I can tell you're lying."

Taehyung silently cursed Jin's ability to notice anything different about people. He was too good.

"Okay, honestly..."