Terrible Things

Chapter 12 - Then

I sneak through the living room, trying to avoid the spots I know will creak when I step on them. I grip tighter to the strap of the bag I have slung over my shoulder, my heart thundering in my chest.

Who knew sneaking out of your own apartment would be so hard?

I peek around the corner, a breath of relief leaving me when I see the front door - and no sign of Jimin.

Maybe I'd actually get out without-

"Where do you think you're going?"

Shit.

I turn slowly, putting on my best innocent smile, preferably one that didn't scream "You just caught me sneaking out."

Jimin leans against the wall, his arms crossed in front of him as he eyes me suspiciously.

I shove my hands in my pockets, trying to seem casual. "I wasn't going anywhere. I was just gonna go get some air-"

"Get some air?" He points the the bag on my shoulder. "With your camera bag?"

Double shit.

"I may have just thought that I could snap some pictures-"

"Yoongi you promised you wouldn't work today," Jimin whines, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "We're supposed to go out for dinner tonight. And if you go to the studio we both know you'll get sucked in and not come home for the next 24 hours."

"I wasn't going to go for long," I pout. "Just long enough to do a few things. I wouldn't miss dinner."

"I don't believe that," he sighs deeply, pushing off the wall. "But okay."

A smile spreads across my face. "So I can go?"

A small smile pulls at his lips. "Yeah you can go. But-" He points at me, giving me his best threatening tone, "-don't you dare miss dinner tonight. If I have to come drag you from that studio, I will."

Luckily for me, that was just what I wanted.

I move to his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You're the best," I tell him, turning back towards the door. I'm slipping out into the hallway when Jimin yells out to me-

"Don't forget, Yoongi! Don't make me come get you!"

"Yeah, yeah. I gotcha."

I race down the hallway, the cool air hitting me when I get out of the building.

"Took you long enough," Hoseok says, pushing off where he had been lounging against the wall.

"Sorry. Jimin caught me sneaking out."

Hoseok's eyes widen, his hand coming up to cover his mouth when he gasps. "And you actually managed to tear yourself away from him?"

"Shut up," I grumble, shoving him lightly. He laughs, darting in front of me and sticking his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes, walking a few steps before he falls in line beside me.

We walk in silence for a while, my head running wild with my plans for the day. My camera bag is heavy on my shoulder, reminding me of the weight of today's endeavor.

"Do you think he suspects anything?" Hoseok asks out of nowhere, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"If he does then he does a really good job of hiding it," I say. "Honestly, I think he knows that I'm really busy with something, but he assumes that it's work related."

"I mean he's right to assume that," Hoseok chuckles. "We all know how much you work."

"Yeah, yeah."