As you turned the page of yet another magazine, your suspicions continued to grow. Taehyung's face was plastered on all the front pages along with one of the new, upcoming, female idols he'd been helping to train.
Being in America, he was unaware of all the media pressure back home, enjoying the press tour for the new album with the boys. With the time he had free, he pulled out his phone, dialling your number, only for it fall through to voicemail. He looked down at his phone, puzzled, you always picked up his calls. Always.
Unbeknownst to him, you laid on your bed, your phone on the other side of the room, tears streaming down your face. He was cheating, you knew it, the photographs were all the evidence you needed. It was too good to be true, just like all your friends warned you.
Later that night he tried again, this time trying to video chat. He had checked the time difference, knowing that it was suitable for you to pick up the call, only for the big declined button to flash up on his screen.
For days he tried, but it was to no avail, his heart was breaking as he tried to figure out what he had done? Your phone permanently vibrated with texts from him, desperate to know how could make whatever he had done wrong up to you. A few times you tried to type a response, but your heart shattered, as tears fell, before you could even press send.
Your days carried on as normal, heading to work like you usually do, plastering on a brave face. Despite the questions from your colleagues, you remained calm, refusing to comment on the situation, as if it never happened.
Grabbing your belongings, you made your way out of the building, ready to enjoy the weekend. You pulled your phone out, replying to a few texts from close family members who were constantly making sure you were okay.
"So it works then?"
You were stopped in your tracks by a familiar body in front of you, You looked up to see Taehyung staring down at you, his suitcase still in his hand. You tried to push past, but he grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you back. "Let me go."
"Not until you tell me what's going on?"
"What's going on?" You chuckled. You pulled one of the magazines out of your bag, shoving it into his chest. "You want to know what's going on Taehyung, why don't you have a look for yourself."
His eyes scanned the front page, widening as he saw the image you were referring to. He looked down at you, his heart breaking as he saw the sad expression on your face. "This, is not what it looks like."
"That's what they all say," you argued back, desperately trying to wriggle out of his grip. "Why didn't you tell me that you were cheating on me rather than stringing me along like a puppet on a string? I get that she's famous and rich, but why was I not good enough."
"You are, jagi it's always been you." He continued to pull you back, dropping the magazine to the floor, stamping all over it.
By this point you'd amassed quite the crowd, listening to every word the two of you exchanged, no one quite sure whether to intervene or not.
"Why do you think I flew several hours here? I've been lost for these past few days without you to talk to, all I wanted was to hear your voice, or just know you're okay. I came because I love you, no one else, you have to believe me. My heart is breaking."
"So is mine Taehyung, for days I've had to ignore all these comments and questions asking why I've let myself get into this situation. Do you know how much hate I've received, because the number one idol in the world can apparently do no wrong?"
"That's not true, and you know it." His heart was pounding, all he wanted was to make things alright, he needed just that one moment to explain and then be able to hold you again. "Do you really think I would cheat on you?"
You remained silent, staring down at the ground. His hand came under your chin, lifting your face to look up at him.
"Do you?"
"No, of course not Taehyung, I love you." He sighed, cautiously resting his hand on your shoulder. You didn't respond, biting the inside of your lip nervously.
"And I love you. Which is why I'm here. Sure, I've been helping her out with a few songs, we went to get a coffee on a break, but nothing is going on, I would never, I could never do that to you. I've risked so much flying back home, just because I needed to see you."
"I didn't ask you to come home," you sarcastically responded.
He sighed, squeezing your shoulder gently. "Y/N, please. I came here because I care, and I hope you do too. I get that it's not been easy for you, and I'm sorry I've not been here to clean up this mess, just tell me things are going to be okay between us."
"They are," you whispered, finally bringing yourself to look up into his eyes. "I jumped to conclusions, as did the rest of the world, and I didn't know what to do. I should have called, or text, just let you know I was fine, I'm sorry."
"I understand," he assured you, "you had good reason. Just know I would never cheat on you, I'd never risk losing you, you mean the world to me, you're all I've thought about the past few weeks on tour."
You chuckled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you further into him, your arms draping around his neck. "It means a lot that you came here to sort all this out Taehyung, not many people would do that."
"Now do you see why when I say I would do anything for you, I really do mean it?"
"I guess I do," you chuckled, feeling his lips against yours once more.
"Now, I've got thirteen hours until my return flight leaves, and I believe we have a bit of catching up to do." He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, grabbing his suitcase with his other hand.
Cameras were waiting outside the door, flashes of light coming from all directions. Carefully he placed you down, placing his hand on the small of your back.
"Now, this will give them something to talk about," he teased, before firmly placing his lips on yours.
