Love can not be hidden. 

I thought I was doing fine as long as I suppressed my action and hide my obvious affection for Taehyung behind silly gestures and light-hearted remarks. I convinced myself that no one could ever notice my love for him when he couldn’t even catch onto it. My love was completely hidden, and I intended to keep it that way forever.

The filming for our very first reality show ended successfully with Jin hyung hugging each of the members after reading our lists of the things we loved. Some lists were funny but for the most parts, it was sincere and heartwarming. After the camera crew turned off their cameras and the producers emptied our practice room, we began to clean and gather our belongings to head back to the dorm. When the practice room was clean and organized, we all rushed to the car as Jimin hyung playfully pushed me and Namjoon hyung nonchalantly pulled Jin hyung closer to him. Nothing was out of the ordinary and I felt grateful for everything in my life. I laughed along with Hoseok hyung as he told us a funny story that happened few days ago.

It wasn’t until all of us settled into the car that Namjoon hyung started rummaging through his bag and the look of panic spread across his face. “Sorry guys, I think I forgot something in the practice room. Give me like five minutes, I’ll be back soon.” Namjoon hyung looked at us apologetically but still the panic behind his eyes lingered. Even this was nothing out of the ordinary, Namjoon hyung was either breaking something or forgetting them. He rushed out of the car as we laughed at yet another of his misfortune but still shooting him looks of genuine concern. It wasn’t until 10 minutes passed by and Namjoon hyung hasn’t returned that all of us started to worry. “I’ll go get him.” Jin hyung volunteered as he tried to get out from the backseat but Yoongi hyung pulled him back and called my name. “Hyung, this is what maknae is for. Jungkook-ah, can you go get him?” I was already sitting by the door, so I nodded my head and got out of the car. I shuffled through my songs as I ran up the stairs to the practice room. The light was and the door was wide open. When I got to the door, he was standing still with his back turned to me. I tiptoed toward hi