Twisted Every Way || Vmin/Yoonmin {Complete}

3 -- Stigma

Taehyung never did go to dinner with his brother. What was meant to be a night of bonding turned into an evening of devote pining, and all because a delicate blond boy had sang a re-captured the heart of a young aristocrat, igniting the flames of passion within him all over again. After returning to overhear a snippet of Jimin's conversation with another man, Taehyung went to Seokjin to announce that all of a sudden he wasn't feeling well . Though Seokjin made several attempts to pry and offered to take him home, Taehyung stubbornly refused, insisting that they would reschedule altogether and that he would take a cab home later, but that there was something he had to do first. Seokjin was baffled at the sudden bullheadedness and change in disposition of his brother, but it had been made clear to him that there was nothing he could do to change Taehyung's mind. And so he left, completely without guesses as to what business his brother had at the Studio that evening.

As soon as Seokjin had departed, Taehyung found his legs taking him back to the hallway that led to Jimin's dressing room. It was there that he waited, far enough down that he could see the door, but not so close that someone leaving it would notice him right away. In theory, he could get a glimpse at whoever was leaving and duck out of view before they came close enough to spot him. This way, he figured, he could discover whoever had supposedly entered when he had left, and see if they left alongside Jimin.

And so he waited, eyeing the door until the light from beyond it went out. He held his breath; this could only mean that someone would be emerging from the room shortly--yet no one did. He stayed in place for several minutes before inching forward, closer to the door. Upon reaching it, he carefully put his ear against the wood, yet he heard nothing. He couldn't help but gulp. It seemed that neither Jimin nor the man who had been inside with him were leaving, even though he knew he had heard the echo of both of their voices still when he had first began waiting out on the hallway. He felt ill thinking of what might have been happening behind the barrier. Though there was complete silence, that didn't mean there was stillness. Taehyung resisted the urge to beat his fist against the door. They had to come out eventually... or were they going to spend the night in there?

"Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung whipped around, slamming his back to the door. Before him was none other than Namjoon--who he had only met during the tour a short time ago--looking him over with confusion.

"What are you still doing here?" Taehyung asked, too startled to even think about the noise he had made in his jolt.

"I could ask you the same thing," Namjoon replied coolly. "I thought you left with your brother a while ago."

"No," Taehyung said, straightening himself up before clearing his throat, trying to regain his calm composure. "No, I sent him home. I had business to attend to with Jimin."

"Is that so?" Namjoon glanced to the door and then to Taehyung again.

"Mm, I was just waiting for him."

"Well, I think he's gone home now," Namjoon said with a hint of an apologetic smile. "But you can probably catch him tomorrow. We have brief rehearsals sometimes on Saturday afternoons, so he should be here."

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak, but ended up holding his tongue. He wasn't sure whether or not to admit that he had been standing at the end of the hall creepily waiting this entire time to know that the light had gone out and no one had left the room yet.

"Are you... sure?" he asked instead. Namjoon gave a nod.

"He stays late sometimes, but he usually doesn't want to be bothered. Though with how tired he was, I'm guessing he went home right away."

Taehyung eyed Namjoon suspiciously. Instead of trying to insist that Jimin had never left, he chose to make an attempt to dig deeper.

"Why doesn't he want to be bothered?" he asked lowly.