❀ trouble

Chapter 27

Sorry for being MIA for so long. I had trouble logging in to this account but I finally succeeded and now we're back to our schedule! Also trigger warning- some use of the f word.

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Taehyung was laying across the couch, PlayStation controller in one hand and a snickers bar in the other, eyes fixated on the little pixelated character he was moving around.

" shit. " he muttered, seeing as he was stomped over by virtual zombies. " I'm done playing with noobs. They let me handle all the heat alone. "

He smiled and took a bite of his snickers bar, " another game. This time I'm only using knives. "

" please- can we go to sleep, hyung? It's 2 am. " Jackson whined.

They have been playing for several hours, Jackson's love for video games already drained out and eyes heavy. Taehyung was high and motivated and having a bad case of the munchies, all ensuring a recipe for a well-fueled gameplay.

" no, no, Jackie! Not now- I'm finally getting better! "

Jackson's left eye twitched. " I need to sleep. We're up at 6 am everyday anyway. "

" ugh- " taehyung groaned. " go to sleep, then. I'll play on my own. Fuck you. "

Jackson just side-eyed him and got up, throwing his controller on the couch and walking groggily back to his room.

Taehyung could only sigh and stare at the screen. He was a bit tired as well but it felt good, drowning himself with distractions and his favorite one of all- video games. He haven't played some of those for so long. Not since he and jungkook played Overwatch when they moved in together.

Groaning, he continued playing as before, not giving a fuck about whatever waited for his groggy self tomorrow morning.

Then his phone ringed. At first he didn't pick up, he didn't notice, and then it ringed again. And again. he huffed in annoyance before finally answering.

" tae- fuck- why didn't you pick up? " he heard baekhyun's voice and his mannerism of fast speaking.

" I was pro-gaming. what happened? " taehyung answered. It was quite unusual for his brother to call him, especially so late.

" jungkook, he's- " baekhyun stuttered, " I just him leave with Kim Mingyu- "

Taehyung froze. " you saw what? "

Baekhyun sighed. " I was at soho and we were talking and then mingyu talked to him and he was dragged outta there and I'm kinda drunk and dunno what's happening. "

" hyung, you're drunk. " taehyung chuckled nervously, " stop talking shit. Go home and sleep it off. "

Baekhyun groaned and said, " I'm serious. I saw yoongi too. Taehyungie, please- "

" stop it. It's not funny. " he huffed, " what were you doing at soho anyway? Don't tell me you're a faggot. "

Silence was heard on baekhyun's end and he sighed before continuing. " if I'm a faggot, then you are one as well. I'm gonna follow them. Now go save your boyfriend! "

" he's not my- " was all he managed to say before the call ended.

Taehyung sat utterly confused, snuggling even further into his blanket on the couch. He lit a blunt and sighed, going up the stairs to seokjin and namjoon's room. He grimaced thinking of all the things he could interrupt.

" hyungs. " he said, knocking on the door, still puffing out smoke like he has done countless times before.

Soon namjoon opened the door, only pajama shorts on. " what is it? " he asked in a raspy voice.