𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 • 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

Chapter 37 : Broken trust or broken heart?

I got back into my work routines, calling Taehyung every week at least, we texted, he updated me on the situation. The trial was very hard, and the Dispatch representative was extremely rude and angry, sending threats during interventions.

I testified, so did about 25 other people over the three weeks.

And we did it.

After three intense weeks, we did it. The juge gave Taehyung reason, he condemned dispatch according to the law. Dispatch was officially dissolved, their assets confiscated, their CEO was refused further access to any such posts and responsibilities.

They were gone.

I felt happier then ever when I saw on the news. The decision of the judge was broadcasted. Taehyung smiled so broadly. He seemed tired but so relieved.

One part didn't make me happy and stressed me out greatly.

"Hey, kid, you hang in there. You think you won? We're not done. You're dead. You hear me? You're dead!"  Those words had been pronounced by the CEO, yesterday a multimillionaire, today, another criminal who used people to get money, but lost it all. He had threatened Taehyung.

I had to call him.

I dialled his number.

Three times.

But he didn't answer. Every time I was redirected to his voicemail.

"Babe, can you call me back? Congratulations on the trial by the way!" I waited impatiently. Why wasn't Taehyung picking up?

"Sorry! I'm really tired! Can I call you some other time?"

I frowned at his response. Seriously? Some other time? We've been preparing for the trial for months, we finally win, and.... okay...

Maybe he was stressed and tired. Maybe he had a lot on his mind, with that man's threats.

"Okay. Take care! I'll call you tomorrow then!" I was left dumbfounded on his couch. Well, I had to give him space. He probably needed some. Let's not overthink!

I called my friend Liz and met up with her to go shopping. I needed some new clothes anyways. It would also get my mind of this business.

It did. I had an amazing time with Liz. But I wasn't able to call Taehyung the next day. He didn't answer and later apologised, saying how busy he was. I tried to ignore it. But why was he pushing me away? Did I do something? Did he find out something?

I thought if I didn't text for a while then he'd be happy to talk to me again. But it got sick when I didn't text or call him for a whole month and he still didn't have time for me.

"Taehyung?! I'm sorry if I did something. Can you call me? I don't understand. Why are you suddenly so distant and cold?"

"I'm sorry, babe! Please, believe me. I've been practicing a lot with the boys and we're on a crazy schedule. I'm so sorry. I'll call you as soon as I can. <3" I sighed. Okay. Maybe it was true, maybe he meant it. But I was ready to bet he was not going to call me.

I felt stressed all the freaking time, I felt worried about Taehyung. I trusted him with all of my heart, so I would never think of questioning him. Maybe I had been a little too overbearing and asking for too much attention...

Anyways, he didn't call me. At all. I didn't have the energy that I usually had. I wasn't focused on my work, worrying about Taehyung all the time. The other members didn't reply to my texts, which I found weird. Jungkook and Jimin at least always replied.

Last time we had a slight communication issue with Taehyung, Jimin had told me he was undergoing a lot of pressure. This time, nothing.

The members were all unreachable. I had to wait for them to come back to actually talk to Taehyung.

I felt I'd go mad, so tried hanging out with Joonie. I met up Johnny a second time.

"How have you been?" He asked while we walked in the lovely Seoul streets. "You look upset." He pointed out. Had it been Joonie or just Johnny a few years back I would've told him. But I kept silent. I didn't tell him what was going on. And he accepted for which I was grateful.

I missed Taehyung. Like crazy. I just craved him presence, his voice.

I wanted to at least talk to him. At times I felt angry and wanted to scream, to beg for an explanation. But I forced myself to understand, to understand that maybe he's just busy.

But Taehyung was never like that. He's always so considerate and kind. He can have hard times, there have been quite a few and he sometimes needs time, which I've always given him, that's why we were working so well these past six months.

But he never spent two months without talking to me, at all...

I picked up my phone, I was about to tell him that I was going to leave for Busan even though he was coming back in two days. I just had to. I couldn't stand it anymore.

But before I could I received a text from an unknown number, with attachments.

I opened the texts, thinking it was an advert or something. But my heart broke when I saw what it really was. I felt my hands shaking.

I couldn't see his face properly. But it looked so much like him. With some other girl.

No.

I know Taehyung. He's not like that. He wouldn't be able to do that. It's not in his character.

I know him, those are fake. Whoever sent those is trying to drive us apart-

I stopped that thought. No one other than our friends know we're together....I don't have enemies who'd want to pull us apart. But then why send me those pictures?

I felt tears in my eyes.

"Argh!" I screamed, throwing my phone across the room. "I love you, Taehyung!! what are you doing to me?" I cried, collapsing on the floor.

There was a whole album of photos, most of them weren't very neat, like they had been taken discreetly. But there were two. Two photos where I could see Taehyung's face. He was laughing with a young girl. Others were of them at the restaurant, in the street, late at night.

This couldn't be happening.

No! Taehyung isn't like that. He would never hurt me. These are just fake. Someone is trying to hurt us.

But then why has he been pushing me away? Why isn't he answering me?

The noise of a notification startled me. I grabbed my phone nervously. It was Johnny. I couldn't be bothered to look. I stood up.

I was in his apartment. Waiting for him like an idiot.

I felt sick. I felt torn.

I couldn't tell which was which but my heart and my head both told me different stories.

One kept telling me Taehyung didn't do anything wrong, that it was all made up to hurt us. The other repeated that Taehyung cheated. That it's the reason why he's been so distant, why I've had that horrible feeling all along.

I couldn't stay here. I needed to go back to my apartment. I felt so stupid, standing in his apartment while he was with someone else. I left everything as it was. I simply took my phone. I left everything, removing his sweatshirt. I closed the door and climbed down the stairs.

I couldn't stop the tears and I didn't try to. I was so stupid. Johnny once told me that Taehyung could have anyone. He didn't care about me.

But he did! Right? This wasn't real. Taehyung did love me! I know it...

I grunted, my hand on my heart, trying to ease the pain which was far too strong for me. I had difficulties breathing, holding to the wall.

I bit on my lower lip and focused to take a hold of myself. I didn't drive. I called a taxi and once inside my apartment, I sat on the couch. My apartment was also filled with memories. Everywhere I looked I saw Taehyung, everywhere I looked I thought of a memory, a precious moment with the man I loved the most. I had to wait for two days. Two whole fucking days before I got to see him and ask him what it was all about. Those were going to be the longest days of my life.