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Under the bed

Jimin picked up the books from the floor and stared at them some more. Acting... what if Taehyung was more than interested in the secrets of theatre?

He thought back to the day before, when their manager came in to wake them up at 4 in the morning.

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"Get up Bangtan!" Bang PD yelled as he shook their bunks. "We've got a long day ahead."

Jimin who was on he top bunk above Taehyung, sat up, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes. "Do we have to?"

"Unless you want your new public image to go to shame, then yes."

Jimin sighed and climbed down. "Come on, Tae."

Taehyung didn't move.

Jimin shook his bandmate's shoulders. "Tae, we have to get up. We're leaving soon."

Taehyung groaned. In a groggy voice he said, "Jimin-ie, I don't feel so good."

"What?"

"My throat...it hurts." Taehyung said as he scrunched his eyes closed in pain.

Jin appeared. "Jimin, Tae, rise and shine. We leave in less than an hour."

"Tae doesn't feel well this morning." Jimin explained sounding nervous.

Their manager came over and checked out the situation. After talking to him and hearing how he sounded while receiving weak, and raspy replies, he said, "Well it's too late to cancel the business now. V, you will stay here and rest up so you can be ready next week for your show. Jimin, spit spot. Get ready."

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Jimin thought about those events over and over again. If Taehyung really was guilty, that meant he had been acting sick just so he wouldn't have to go in the car with us. Eyeing the packed bag by the door, he wondered if his bestfriend really was planning on leaving once the rest of them had left.

But how could he do that? It didn't seem right. It didn't seem like Tae. Taehyung was not a murderer! 

"What if his whole personality was a facade?"

Yoongi's words came to mind. It seemed like everything pointed to Taehyung. What if Yoongi is right...and we never really knew him?

That was crazy...and Jimin tried to counteract all these thoughts, but he couldn't stop questioning the elder. In frustration, he threw the books across the room. They smacked into one of the boys' dressers. He went over and searched trough Taehyung's, in case he could find something to help prove his innocents.

Nothing. Jimin sighed and shoved it closed. He needed to find that contract. That was his last hope...

Remembering that the officer had said it was in a folder under the bed, he ducked under the bunk and looked around some more. Finding no folder, he realized that the police probably still had it in evidence, so it wouldn't be here anymore.

But he did find Taehyung's phone.

He grabbed it, crawled out, and turned it on. His hand hovered over it when the screen popped up. 'Please Enter The Password' is what popped up. I wish I knew Tae's password. 

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To Be Continued.......

Quick A/N -- 

I have had a lot of these chapters already written while Who are You was on Hiatus so I was just doing a quick skim to check errors before publishing and I noticed that the only thing written on this chapter was "c" and I was like da fuck so I had to go back and look in my notebooks and find this chapter to rewrite it and it took so long for some reason😂😂💀 just thought I'd share.

Anyways keep on keepin on👌💜