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Kim Taehyung - considered to be the idol of idols in the k-pop industry, the epitome of perfection, the object of envy for many, and the role model for every idol in the Korean music scene. He was the face of k-pop, the soulf...
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Yi-Seo
“And that was the day when everyone saw what I hid beneath my clothes… They saw me naked, they heard me moaning and cursing rather than singing, they saw me crumble while I was in my most vulnerable state…” A heavy and remorseful sigh leaves his lips, and then he continues, “it was all over the internet, spreading like wildfire, and even my staff saw it,” he nods his head a few times, keeping his eyes still glued to the floor beneath his bare feet.
I can clearly tell that he is experiencing a lot of shame and guilt by just thinking about the horrible moment from the past. Sex is a very intimate act, whether it is done with romantic intentions or otherwise. It is almost like an escape mechanism for many stressed souls, and when such a moment of weakness is recorded without consent and broadcast to the world, it definitely does a lot of damage, almost to an unimaginable and irreparable extent.
“Was it real or fabricated? Like you know some kind of video morphing or editing?” I put forward a question that makes him chortle, his smirk mocking me as if I just asked the most insensible question ever.
“Fabricated? Why?” He squints in an amused manner. “At least not with me because I wasn’t holy by any means, and I won’t deny that. The content of the tape was recorded in that suite, and it was as real as I am right now, in flesh and blood,” he spreads his arms open with a sad smile.
“I get it,” I nod my head blankly.
“The only good thing she did was to record just a part of it and not the entire duration we were there”
“Or maybe she did and released just a part of it,” I put forward my theory, and Taehyung sends a glare my way, which soon disappears under his cheeky grin.
“That’s possible too,” Taehyung’s smile dissolves, and he swallows thickly, and I do the same; the fifth glass of vodka that he’s holding in his hand is being swirled around mindlessly while his gaze stays frozen to one spot on the floor.
“Who is this idol? I’m curious to know,” I have no idea why I asked him that because I wouldn’t anyway be using real names when I write.
But something made me blurt out that question without my control.
Taehyung’s eyes shoot up at me in an almost shocked manner. “So, does that mean you haven’t watched the tape yet?” His lips gather into a pout of disbelief, and his eyes turn into the soft puppy kind.
“I probably never will,” I shake my head in response, sounding confident.
“You’re… unbelievable,” he announces softly and pushes away some of his hair from his forehead. “Mel was her stage name; you can read up about her.”
