Tell Me the Truth

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Namjoon's POV

For the past couple of weeks I couldn't think or eat straight because of my curiosity about Tae. Was I crazy for assuming that he has feelings for noona or was it all just part of my imagination. Tae has always been the one to show affection to every person he meets but with noona, it was something more than that. The random outburst at Hosoek, the gifts he gives her, not eating what Hoseok makes, going to bed either too early or too late, locking himself up in the room, all of it just adds up. I've been so caught up with Tae's behavior that I barely got to finish translating the lyrics from Korean to English, for our album. I was in the studio finishing up with what I had to do, all except the lyrics I needed to translate. 

I decided to head upstairs to see noona and ask for the favor. I leave the studio and walk down the hall when I see noona down the hall walking to the elevator. I started running down the hall in hopes of reaching to her before she gets on, and call out her name. She turns around and gives me a concerned and confused look, probably because I was running to her, panting and gasping for air. Once I catch my breathe I asked her for the favor of translating the lyrics and she complied with a yes. I couldn't help but to ask noona about Tae's strange behavior so I just spilled it out. I was hoping that she wouldn't get suspicious about it and expected her to be surprised by me asking her about it, but she seemed unfazed by it. She actually made a  point about about Tae always making friends with people, especially in the bathroom. I apologized for keeping her from her lunch break and ran to the studio to rehearse with the boys.

I've been rehearsing with the boys for the past four hours and I wanted to go up to Tae and talk to him about noona but at the same time I didn't want to affect what was currently going on. I took a break and stood in the center of the dance studio to send Tae a quick text. Tae was sitting down behind us, singing to himself with his eyes closed. Tae jumped a little when he felt his phone vibrate and took it out of his pocket and looked. He looks up at me and then back at his phone. I waited anxiously for his reply but he put his phone back in his pocket and continued to sing to himself and lay his head back on the wall. I text him again, he looks at it and puts his phone back in his pocket. I didn't know why he's been acting this way but based on what he just did I needed answers. I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he opens his eyes and sighs with annoyance. 

"What is it Namjoon-ah?"

"I sent you two texts messages and you didn't reply back? Why?"

"There's nothing to talk about really and anyways we're all in the studio so there's no need to text in here" he scoffs

"Actually there is. As much as I love and respect you because you're like a younger brother to me it hurts no knowing how you feel.  You've been acting strange for a while now. Whatever it is I need you to tell me." I demanded as I was getting very annoyed.

Tae gets up and brushes past me with a stern look on his face and heads for the door. I catch up to him before he grabs the knob and grab his arm. He turns towards me and snatches his arms from my grasp. I was getting nervous just by how he looked at me when he pulled his arm away from me.

"I said there's nothing to talk about! Can't you see! Let me go and listen to my music in the studio in peace!" he shouts angrily. Jin turns the music off and the rest of the boys walk up to us, wondering why shouted at me suddenly. 

"What's the matter? What's going on, Tae!? You've been so angry lately. And it's not like you to talk back at Namjoon!" Jin yells.

"I said it's nothing!...If there's something really the matter with me, I would've let you know!"Little beads of sweat runs down his face, his fist clenched, his eyes pierced with sadness and anger, his chest fell up in down with a rapid motion. He lets his head fall back, sighs deeply and then chuckles under his breathe.

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