The Scandal | VSOO

twenty-six | barcelona

Third Person POV

Taehyung's eyes slowly opened, woken by the bright sunshine peeking through the window, just enough light to reveal a small slice of the Eiffel Tower.
"I could get used to this," Taehyung hummed, his morning voice low and raspy.

But what truly held his attention was beside him.

Jisoo lay quietly, her breathing slow and even, her features softened in sleep. Taehyung watched her, tracing the lines of her face with his eyes, her delicate lashes, the curve of her cheekbone, the faint rosy tint on her lips.

A week had passed, a promised week of rest during Taehyung's tour, and unfortunately, it had finally come to an end.

Jisoo had watched his last show in London the night before, and now he had to return to the tour full-time.

"Ughhhhh..." Jisoo moaned as she stretched her limbs one by one.

She hadn't even finished her yawn when Taehyung leaned in and captured her lips with a playful kiss.

"OMG—EWWW! That is so gross!" Jisoo yelled, smacking Taehyung's chest while the two of them were still completely naked beneath the sheets.

"I haven't even brushed my teeth and you're already all over me," she tried to complain, though she was secretly enjoying every second.

Taehyung laughed, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

"You could wake up looking like a mess and I'd still think you're the most beautiful person on the planet. I'm not going anywhere, morning breath or not."

Jisoo rolled her eyes, but the soft blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

"Enough yapping and just fck me already," Jisoo protested.

And so he did.

"I don't want to go..." Jisoo whined, sinking deeper into her seat as Taehyung parked the car in the underground lot at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. "I'll just come on tour with you."

"Oh, baby," Taehyung said with a quiet chuckle. "You know I'd love nothing more. But you and I know well that your manager would kill us both."

"Ugh. Ruining my dreams as always." she muttered.

There was a pause. A small inhale.

"Tae... I'm going to be honest. I saw the news.".

Taehyung's eyebrows rose, unsure where she was going with this.

"Sana... she's going on tour with her group. And I saw she'll be in Barcelona the same time as you." She hesitated. "Should I be concerned?"

The softness in her voice surprised even her. She expected jealousy, anger, something harsher. But Taehyung had softened her without even trying.

"Oh... love, I'm so sorry. I didn't even know about that," Taehyung said.

He cupped Jisoo's face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks as she leaned into his warmth.
"You have nothing to worry about, love. I mean it when I say I'll never let her come between us again. Not her, not anyone."

He leaned forward and kissed her gently, slowly, as if sealing a promise on her lips.

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Taehyung was exhausted he just arrived in Barcelona a couple hours ago, it was barely six in the morning when a familiar number flashed across Taehyung's lock screen.

Though he wished he didn't recognize it, the digits were burned into his memory from years ago.

He let it ring.