Behind the Scenes

Sounds Intense

"Jungkook and Taehyung always get the flashiest outfits."

"That's true."

Namjoon chuckled at Jin's petty concerns. Though he did agree that the company stylists always seemed to take styling to the next level when it came to Jungkook and Taehyung. The same goes for Jimin.

He shrugged, "They just love dressing up the maknae line." 

Jin smiled lopsidedly then sighed, still a feeling little bitter about his get up for the day. Hyung line needs better treatment!  

The two headed towards the door to exit the toilet and return to their dressing room. Namjoon paused abruptly.

"Say, didn't Jungkook and Taehyung say they were heading to the toilet?"

Jin stopped right before the door and turned to scan the toilet displayed behind Namjoon. "Oh, right. You think maybe one of them is in that cubicle?" Namjoon turned swiftly and spotted the only cubicle that was locked shut. He tilted his head questioningly, "Which one of them though? And is he okay? Constipated, maybe?" The two faced each other, the same worried thoughts racing through their heads. They both nodded; confirming a mental agreement that they were responsible for the maknaes' well-being.  

They walked quietly to the locked cubicle and stood on either side. Namjoon pressed an ear against the cubicle door and squinted his eyes, listening in on sounds that possibly signal something bad happening to either Jungkook or Taehyung.

"Mmm."

He perked up at the sound of someone groaning and looked wide-eyed at Jin.

"Hhaah."

He jumped away from the cubicle door, his eyes still locked on Jin's and now looking alarmed. His expression darkened as he whispered lowly, "Taehyung's having some intense diarrhoea."

Jin made an 'o' shape with his mouth. "Oo. Okay. So uh, what do we do?" 

As Jin raised his question, they heard a sudden loud pang of something hitting the door from the inside. The door wobbled on impact.  

The eldest gasped, "Sounds intense." 

Namjoon cleared his throat and slowly raised a hand to knock on the closed door. He tried to keep his tone as soft and considerate as possible. "Taehyung, you um-you okay in there?"

Jungkook and Taehyung had already stopped making out the moment Taehyung got carried away and tugged on a handful of Jungkook's hair, causing his knuckles to collide with the door. Now fully aware and understanding the current risky situation they were in, they stood frozen (though still in the same make-out position, hands clutching parts of each other and all) and waited nervously for one of their hyungs to approach their cubicle and ask what the hell they were doing in the toilet for so long.

And the hyungs did approach them. The two unmoving boys screamed mentally when they heard someone knock on the door. It was Namjoon; he asked whether Taehyung was okay. Taehyung stammered softly, "Y-yeah. I-I'm... I'm fine. Just, uh, not feeling so good. I'll c-come out soon!"

"Do you need some toilet paper? You can just open the door a bit and I'll pass it to—"

"—No! I'm fine, hyung. I grabbed loads before I came here." His voice wasn't so soft anymore.  

Namjoon furrowed his brows and looked to Jin for answers on what to do. Jin muttered hesitantly, "O...kay. Just give us a call if you need anything. You have your phone, right?"

"Yes I do-OAH." Taehyung immediately covered his mouth after squeaking mid-sentence in response to Jungkook's fingers creeping under his shirt. His cold fingers sent shivers throughout his body. Jungkook grinned.

Jin really wasn't sure whether Taehyung was actually fine but he should be old enough now to handle a case of diarrhoea. He shook his head to the direction of the toilet exit, gesturing for Namjoon to leave with him. "He'll be fine," he whispered to the younger hyung.

Namjoon dismissed his worries and followed Jin who was now on his way to exit the toilet. He left with a final, "See you later then! Take care!"

Jungkook and Taehyung stayed frozen in position and only relaxed when they heard the footsteps completely dissipate. Taehyung started, "Kook! What the fuck!" Jungkook laughed in response, flashing his bunny teeth. "My bad. I'm sorry."

His laughter simmered down to a warm smile and his arm snaked around Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer to his body. He leaned forward to give Taehyung a soft peck on the lips then breathed, "I could get used to this."

Taehyung blinked.

Could get used to? This is going to happen again?

How many more times? How long are we going to keep doing this?

...

Why are we doing this?