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Taehyung adjusted his thick pair of sunglasses before throwing open the glass doors of the IMG Model building, his body guard, Paul, only a few steps behind him. 

"I'm so in trouble," Taehyung sighed, his phone pressed to his ear.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, kid, this doesn't look good," He could visualize Yoongi dragging a hand down his face. "They won't do anything like fire you, though. You were just on the cover of Vogue. That would be awful publicity for them."

"And this situation is any better?" Taehyung hissed as he stepped into the elevator. Paul pressed the button for the 9th floor. Taehyung leaned his forehead against the cool metal wall of the elevator. "This is a shit show."

"Yeah," Yoongi repeated.

"You're not helping me," Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"What do you want me to say?" Yoongi sighed. "I should've kept a better eye on you last night. Between you and Jin, it was hard playing interference for both of you, and then Jin was crying in the bathroom, and it was just a whole thing."

"Crap, I still have to call him. He was still asleep when I left." The elevator doors opened and Taehyung stepped out. He led the way down the hall to the large wooden doors of the conference room he was told to meet in. "Okay, I'm here. I'll call you when I'm done. Wish me luck."

"It's going to be fine, bub. Love you."

"Love you too," Taehyung hung up and slid his phone in his pocket. He took a deep breath before opening the door and entering the conference room, leaving Paul in the hallway.

Taehyung stopped short at the group of people sitting at the long oak table.

At the head of the table was his manager, Will. Beside him was his public relations manager, Tracie. Opposite Tracie were two people Taehyung didn't recognize.

And there, a little farther down the table, was Jungkook.