sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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I cleared my throat, watching her stand outside my studio with that stupid grin on her stupid face.

Ugh.

I waited for a few moments after her knocking ceased before getting up to answer the door.

I moved to sit back down in my chair—ignoring her incredibly optimistic "hello" as I turned my back to her.

I couldn't deal with it.

"Oppa, you seem so different from the last time I saw you." She said softly, taking a seat on the couch.

I rolled my eyes, clicking around the screen. "Where's your demo?" I asked coldly.

"Bang PD should've sent it."

'Ah, here it is.'

I opened up the files before starting to mix it a little.

"You know," She started, "I heard about you and Jimin, I think it's really great that you're experimenting."

'What the fuck?'

I then flinched, feeling her arms around my neck.

I turned around in my chair and gently pushed her off, "Can you go sit down, please?" I asked, annoyance in my throat.

"Oh come on~ We dated for a year and a half Yoongi." She cooed, taking a seat on my lap. "Don't you miss me?"

I looked up at her, nothing but hatred in my eyes.

"No."

She furrowed her brows, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Get off of me." I said lowly, attempting to push her off my lap. "Suran, get off."

"I thought you said you loved me, Oppa?" She asked, hastily getting off my lap before crossing her arms.

"Yeah, loved. You know past tense? As in, doesn't exist anymore?"

She gasped, turning and leaving from the studio with a slam of the door.

"Good." I mumbled, turning back to the monitors. I watched Suran in the camera.

Suddenly my eyes widened.

"Oh fuck, no." I groaned, watching her stop in the hall to talk with Jimin.

I then watched Jimin come to my door, knocking gently as Suran walked off.

I got up and opened the door.

There Jimin was, only to greet me with a hard slap to the face.

"You kissed her?!" He yelled, pushing me by the chest into the studio.

'What the actual fuck?'

He shut the studio door, standing at my feet as I was back against the couch. "Kissed her?!" I asked, alarmed now. "She was the one sitting on my lap!"

"She was sitting on your lap too? What the fuck Yoongi-Hyung?!" He yelled, I could hear the pain in his voice.

I then furrowed my brows. "Hold on, she told you I kissed her?"

He looked away, I could tell by his stance he was preparing to cry.

I sat up and went to hold his hands only for him to pull them away.

"Jagiya." I said softly, "I have proof."

He then looked to me, his eyes red as a few tears slipped out. "Y-You do?"

"Well, I don't have camera's for nothing."

I got up and went to the computer, pulling up the camera that recorded my studio.

I went back about 10 minutes before seeing Suran first enter the studio.

I also turned on the audio.

Jimin watched the footage before he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me from behind. "She told me you were a good kisser, and that you'd gotten better since being with me and I was really confused but-"

"It's fine," I said softly, "I just have a feeling this collab isn't going to work."

I clicked around a few things before opening up email—the anonymous email.

I grinned, typing up my message.

"Yoongi-Hyung." Jimin said as he was reading as I was typing. "You'll ruin her career."

"So? Sometimes scandals can be fun," I mumbled in amusement before clicking send.

'Suran sexually harassing Agust D in his studio.

1 Video Attachment.'

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