Pose For Me | K.TH

23

AILA

"How could you let this happen?!"

I look up from my pillow. My eyes are bleary from sleep, but as I blink, the three figures standing by the window get clearer and clearer.

Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung.

"Juste parfait. Now you've woken Miss Choi." Jungkook hisses at Jimin, who sticks out his tongue and shifts his ponytail over his shoulder.

Taehyung looks stunned, his eyes fixed down at the screen of his phone.

"What's going on?" I whisper as I slip out of bed. "Why are you all here? When'd you come in?"

"At least her face isn't entirely showing." Jimin sighs, which makes me blink in silence.

What are they talking about?

With a serious expression, Jungkook hands me his phone. And on it is a picture, of me and Taehyung together in a dark setting. Only half of my face is showing, but I soon recognize the place.

This is last night.

When I'd gone out after Taehyung.

My eyes widen slowly as I scroll down. Someone had taken a picture of the two of us yesterday, and had posted it somewhere where everyone could see.

Already thousands of comments are below the post.

I pass the phone back to Jungkook, who gives me an amused look.

"You don't seem too affected."

"I mean, it's just a photo, right?" I say, tipping my head at Taehyung. "Doesn't stuff like this happen all the time?"

"That is true, my charming mademoiselle." Jimin smiles. "It's just that Kim Taehyung hasn't had anything like this in years, and he has a lot of women fawning over him. So..."

Taehyung cuts him off with an annoyed glare.

"What are you trying to imply? Miss Aila is right. It's just a photograph, and the public will get over it."

"It's your father, isn't it?"

Jungkook turns the phone over. "Will he recognize her in this picture? It is kind of dark, and you have her turned to you."

Taehyung's father.

"He'll recognize her." Taehyung growls. "He already knows who she is, how close I keep her."

"What about your father?" I ask.

He seemed to always come up. And whenever he would, I could tell the shift in tone. Even when Taehyung had visited him yesterday, he'd come back furious and later, drunk.

He wasn't a good person, was he?

"He's a controlling bâtarde, that's who he is." Jimin hisses, arms crossing. "You don't want to mix in with people like Taehyung's father, mademoiselle. You don't want to go near the likes of him."

"Jimin."

Taehyung.

He comes closer, gazing down at me. And in his eyes I see the fire, burning darkly.