Secret Games

6

Taehyung's Pov:

I woke up in the morning feeling lighter than usual. I couldn't put my finger on it until memories of last night flooded into my brain. I couldn't help but smile like a high school kid, I sat up and checked my phone and saw a text from jimin.

Midget King: so how was it last night? ;)

Me: Shut up

I rolled my eyes and forced myself out of bed and went to the living room. Spotting Jungkook, already awake he took one look at me and smirked. I tilted my head confused, until I registered what he was looking at. The hickey, damn you Jeon Jungkook. I walked, more like ran,  over to the bathroom to get a good look at it. 'Holy shit I'm gonna kill him.'  I turned to the doorway to see a very amused Kook, I glared at him to which he responded by laughing.

"You lil' shit, how am I gonna cover this!? We have to go to the studio today, Jimin is the only one who knows anything. If anyone else finds out we are fucked!!" I'm not going to lie, I was panicking. The mark was dark as hell, there was no way I would be able to hide it. It was extremely noticeable.

"Calm down Tae," he came up to the left of me, leaning on the counter, " we'll cover it with some make up, and if worse comes to worse, we just won't go to practice today."

I sighed and turned away from him , "I'm going to call Jimin, 1; he might know what to do 2; he is the only one who knows about us," Jungkook nodded in agreement.

I quickly left the bathroom slightly flustered. One, because I fucking made out with the guy I like twelve hours ago. And two, because the lil fucker left evidence,  AND he's clowning me for freaking out about it. I know I should be flattered, but hello, I am a whole ass idol who's not supposed to date. Or have any ahem evidence of any affairs. That's how scandals and rumors start, and when the whole public eye is on you it becomes a HUGE mess.

I went to my room, reaching for my phone and dialing my best friend's number. After a couple of rings he picked up with phone.

"Taehyung there better be a good fucking reason you are calling me at 6:30 in the morning," he answered grogily.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "I need your help, like badly need your help."

"what do you need help with?"

"Uhm, i-it's kind of uhm, hard to uh-" he cut me off.

He huffed, "spa-spa-spit it out please."

I rolled my eyes, "please, just get your ass over here!"

I heard some shuffling from his end, "Alright I will be there in fifteen," He sounded slightly annoyed, and hung up the call.

I plopped my phone down to the right of me, not bothering to lock it. Shortly after Jungkook came in and sat next to me. He picked up my phone and saw Jimin's contact name.

He cocked an eyebrow, "midget king?"

"He is a king and short so yes, midget king is his contact name," I explained full of confidence. Kook just laughed, and I felt something in my stomach.

Before I could fully register everything going on, I felt Jungkook lay his head on my shoulder. He was still tired and I could tell, and I was too. So I said fuck it and laid my head on his and we sat there like that until we heard a knock on the door. I jumped up, almost running to the door and opening it.

"Finally, it took you long enough to get here." I grumbled.

"It's LITERALLY 6:45, why did you call me he-" he paused when he got a good look at my neck, "oh, interesting." He had that perverted look I could spot a mile away.

I rolled my eyes, "we only made out you little  asshole." I emphasized the 'little'. "Heyyy, I'm not little," he stuck his lip out.

"Are you done whining like a little bitch?" Jungkook chimed in from my bedroom doorway jokingly. Jimin turned to him, flipping him off gracefully.

"Good morning to you too kookie." 

"Morning midget," he walked back into my room and lays on the bed

"You little shit head, I'm not a midget!! I'm taller than Yoongi-hyung," Jimin crossed his arms

"Oh wow, taller than him by ONE WHOLE CENTIMETER!!" He retorted, throwing up his pointer finger harshly. Jungkook and I laughed at his remark.

I walked towards my bathroom, the two following behind. "But like seriously, can you help me? I'm not tryna get our asses in trouble."

I put the toilet lid down and sat, Jimin came towards me, grabbing my chin and gently turning my head to examine the hickey. "You got makeup? It's not too bad."

I nodded and pointed to a little Gucci bag on the counter, "in there." Jimin reached for the bag, opening it and instantly pulling out a bunch of different types of makeup.

He put primer to the spot, sighing, "guys if you're gonna have some kind of relationship other than hookups, you need to be more careful. Remember the incident we had with Jin or Hobi hyung? People kept harassing them." Jungkook and I glanced at each other.

I ran my hand through my hair as Jimin finished covering the spot, "Yeah, you're right, Jungkook," I looked at him again, "you're not allowed to give me hickies on my neck or collar bones. Chest and below, okay?" Kook nodded.

Jimin was shoving the makeup back into the bag, "alright let's get going boys, shall we? We got a long ass day ahead of us," he walked out of the bathroom, not waiting for a response from either one of us.

Hours later after rehearsal I had returned home, luckily I made it through the day without anyone seeing the hickey. I removed the makeup from my neck, took a shower and put on sweatpants with a baggy shirt. The long day at the studio left me extremely tired and the second my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.