Why Me?

“I’m moving into Pais’s room.” The second those words came out of his mouth, I mentally face palmed. We all just sat down for breakfast, and this was the first thing he felt the need to say? All the members were staring at us like we had just murdered five puppies. “What? No point in being sneaky about it anymore. I’ve lived with these guys for way too long. They figure everything out.”
“Not like we didn’t see it coming,” Jin shrugged.
“You’re ok with this Jin?!” Jimin exclaimed.
“Why wouldn’t I be. This is completely different from the time you brought home that sl…”
“Anyways!” Jimin’s face had grown red as he tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.
“Besides, nothing is stopping him from just going into her room every night anyways.”
“Jeez you guys act like we’ve been doing things,” I grumbled.
“Have you done it yet?”
“NO!” We both yelled in unison.
“Jinx,” Tae smirked. “You owe me soju!”
“I’ll die before I ever willingly give you alcohol Tae.”
“Well I said jinx first so you have to.”
“Do not. I’m a free, independent woman.”
“Yet you let us drag you here and live with us?”
“Shut up Namjoon.”
“So are you dating or just friends with benefits. Like what’s the relation here.”
“What the heck Suga!? No we’re most definitely not friends with benefits!”
“We’re not?” Tae joked.
“TAE!”
“Sorry, no we’re dating,” he mumbled after his manhood was threatened.
“How long?” I looked at Jimin.
“About two months.”
“You kept it from us for two months?!”
“I’m impressed,” Suga smirked
“You guys aren’t gonna like, be all over each other will you?”
“No Kookie, I’m not very big on PDA don’t worry.” I was telling the truth. I really hated PDA, but not like holding hands, hugging, and light kissing PDA. I’m talking full blown make-out sessions in the middle of the street or groping each other in front of people PDA.
“Does that mean I can’t hug you anymore Jagi?” Tae whined.
“There’s a difference between PDA and being a couple Tae,” Namjoon explained.
I looked around the table as Namjoon began explaining things to Tae. Someone was missing… Hoseok!
“Hey, where’s Hoseok?”
“He went in early to practice the routine. He’s a dancing machine. Dances morning through night.” I really missed dancing. I’ve been here for a few months now and still haven’t had the chance to start back up again.
“Can I come to your practice with you guys?” Everyone looked at Namjoon.
“Bang PD-nim loves you. I’m sure it wouldn’t be an issue. But we have to leave in half an hour, so everyone, hurry up and get ready.” Everyone dispersed after the leader’s order, but I stayed behind. “You ok Pais?”
“Ne Namjoon. I’m just worried.”
“About what would happen if you guys went public?”
“Ah Namjoonie, always so perceptive.”
“I’m not an idiot,” he chuckled. “But don’t worry. You have all of the members’ support. We’ll keep it private for now, but if it did get out, we won’t let any crazy people get to you.”
“Thanks Namjoon. Why exactly do they call you a monster? You certainly don’t act like one.”
“Oh you just haven’t seen that side of me. Plus, I spit literal fire.”
“Ah I see. Well I’m just gonna go get ready now.”

I walked into my room and paled at the sight in front of me.
“What? What’s wrong? Pais, are you ok?” I was immediately consoled by a half naked Taehyung. I pulled away looking everywhere except the man in front of me.
“Yes I’m fine. You just scared the crap out of me! I didn’t think you would move in so freaking fast!”
“I didn’t. I just came in here to change.” His back was turned to me, and I couldn’t help but stare at his back as his muscles rippled from moving his arms.
“You just got your clothes out of your room, and came in here just to change?” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away. He turned around quickly, not giving me enough time to look away and he smirked.
“Like what you see Jagi?”
“Just put a shirt on you pabo.” He feigned hurt before finally covering himself. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I need to get ready.” I pushed him out of my room before he could protest. I turned around, facing my room and sighed. The image of Taehyung’s half dressed self was burned in my mind. I jumped when I heard a knock on my door.
“Jagi are you done yet?”
“Tae go away! I haven’t even started!” I laughed.
“Aish so slow,” he whined, his voice getting quieter as he walked away from my door.
I chuckled to myself before getting ready. I decided to wear more moveable clothes, hoping to maybe sneak away from their rehearsal for an hour or two, and find an empty dance room to practice in. I really missed it, and my body itched to move like it once did. Throwing my hair up in a high ponytail, I grabbed my tennis shoes and headed towards the living room. When everyone was ready, we climbed into the van and headed for the studio.

Getting into the building was a much smoother process this time around now that I actually had a pass. Their manager wasted no time, rushing them into their studio and having them warm up, before throwing them into a full blown dance rehearsal for their upcoming comeback. After a few hours of watching, I decided to sneak out.
“Where are you going Jagi?” He asked when he saw me get up.
“Oh, I need to use the restroom,” I lied.
“Don’t get lost,” he smirked. I gave him a cheeky grin before shutting the door behind me. Now where would there be an open studio? I walked around for a good five minutes before coming across a deserted looking hallway with an open studio. Freaking creepy, but a studio is studio. I mainly just wanted to stretch. A nice hour of stretching sounded like bliss, and that’s just what I did

Taehyung

“TAE! You forgot that part again! Everyone take a break!” The choreographer yelled. “Tae you’re not usually like this. I’ve never seen you mess up that much in one rehearsal before.” I placed my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. My mind was so distracted. More than usual.
“Jimin, she’s been gone for almost an hour. Something’s happened. It doesn’t take an hour to pee. Even for a girl.”
“Maybe she really did get lost,” Suga muttered. I looked at him with wide eyes.
“You’re not helping Suga. Let’s take a break and go look for her. Maybe she just got caught up in a conversation with PD-nim. You know how he is.” I nodded at Jin’s reassurance, hoping he was right. We split up and began roaming through the building looking in every nook and cranny to find her. My heart was dropping after every room we looked in. Where could she be?
“Can you call her?” Jungkook asked. I gave her my number, but I didn’t know hers.
“Aish. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t have their girlfriend’s number?”
“Apparently the kind that Tae is,” Hoseok chuckled. I glared at the two before an idea struck me.
“Her phone number would be in the system right? Since she has a pass?”
We rushed down to the front desk and had the lady look up her info. I quickly dialed the number on the screen and waited as the phone rang. Nothing. Come on Pais answer the phone. After the third time I gave up.
“She’s not answering.”
“We’re making quite a scene down here. Let’s go back up and figure something out,” Namjoon reasoned. Back in the studio, I couldn’t stop pacing.
“Tae you’re making me dizzy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up,” Jimin said. I stopped and glanced at all the members, who were watching me with worried looks on their faces. Just then, the door opened and Pais stepped in.

Paisley

That was the best stretch I’ve gotten in a while, but I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow. I made my way back to the studio, hoping to sneak back in without causing too much of a disturbance. I opened the door and was met with 7 blank faces, one of them looking very pale.
“What? Why are you all staring at me like I just came back from the dead?” I barely had time to react before I was pulled into his arms
“Where were you Jagi?” His voice shook. His whole body was shaking as he held me like his life depended on it.
“Tae…” Did I scare him that much? I didn’t think he would even notice I was gone for as long as I was. He looked so engrossed in the choreography and rehearsal, I figured he wouldn’t give me a second thought. “I was just down the hallway in the empty studio,” I told him when he pulled away.
“You were down the hallway?!”
“The haunted hallway?”
“That was Suga’s hallway,” Jimin noted
“I looked in there! I swear I didn’t see her!”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I kinda left it in here,” I said walking over to my stuff in the corner. I retrieved my phone from my bag and saw three missed calls and 11 unread messages. All from Taehyung.
“Well I’m pretty sure we’re not really in any state to pick up where we left off, so lets just go home,” Namjoon decided. We all piled back into the car and headed home. I watched Taehyung’s silent form the entire 20 minutes, worried that I had really made him mad. When we got to the house, he went straight to his room and didn’t even glance at me.
“He’s not mad. He’s just shaken up,” Jin assured.

When he didn’t come out for dinner, I decided to bite the bullet and go get him. I stood in front of his door and took a deep breath before lightly knocking.
“Tae, dinner is ready. You need to eat.” No reply. “I’m not leaving until you at least eat.” Still nothing. Jeez he was stubborn. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. “Tae?”

Where was he? I checked the beds and the bathroom, and began to freak out.

I ran out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to inform the members that he was missing. Tears threatened to fall as I ran down the hallway. It was all my fault he was mad.

When I got to the kitchen I saw the members eating and laughing like nothing was wrong, and he was among them. My hand flew to my mouth as tears slowly escaped down my cheeks.

I was flooded with a combination of relief and shock that made my legs grow weak. I leaned against the wall for support, sliding down until I felt the cold impact of the wood.

I watched his face light up after one of the members cracked a joke.

Maybe he was better off without me. He seemed to be just fine, laughing and smiling without a care in the world. I immediately broke down. All of the built up emotions I had locked in since moving to South Korea flooded my brain as I began to sob uncontrollably.

Was he just putting on an act earlier?

Did he really worry that something bad had happened to me?

The way he was acting, smile permanently plastered on his face, goofing around like he usually does, made me think it was all a lie.

It was just a thing.

I didn't really matter

Not to him

Notes

2 updates in 1 week! Gotta love cliff hangers. I love reading all of your comments! They really keep me wanting to update more and more!