Chasing You..

Ch - 33 Faith

Taehyung's pov

This had to be a mistake. Jungkook wouldn't do that to me. All the times that I'd thought about us breaking up, it was never because he'd cheated; it was always because he just had enough of me and wanted someone better. I always thought he would have the decency to break it off with me first. Seojoon was lying, trying to split us up. He'd never liked JungKook, that much was obvious from his attitude towards him, so maybe he was just trying to make me doubt my boyfriend.

But if he was lying, then why was he still holding out his phone to me with a smug smile?

"I don't need to look at whatever you have on there. Jungkook wouldn't cheat on me. He's nothing like you," I rebutted, shaking my head, praying that my words were right. I didn't want to doubt Jungkook, but there was always that memory of Seojoon in the back of my mind, forcing that little bit of doubt there even though I was trying to be confident.

"Bunny, I saw it! He was all over this girl, then he took another to the bathroom. They were in there for ages. What was he doing in there with her? Getting make-up tips?" he asked sarcastically.

My whole body had started to go slightly numb; my heart was starting to hurt. I was silently grateful that Jimin had taken Han away so that I didn't have to try and put on an act for him.

"I spoke to him on the phone last night. He didn't... he can't have!" I cried, shaking my head fiercely.

Seojoon laughed wickedly. "I used to call you too, remember? I'd be talking to you while I was zipping up my pants after screwing some chick. He's no different to me, you just fooled yourself into thinking he was."

I flinched at his words. I pictured JungKook's face and his eyes that were always so truthful when he spoke to me. I didn't know what to believe.

"Show me the picture," I whispered.

Seojoon grinned and held out the phone to me again. "That's the one he fucked in the bathroom."

Oh God, please let this be a mistake.

I closed my eyes and held out my hand, praying with every bone in my body that this was something innocent. As Seojoon placed the phone in my hand, I realised that it had the power to shatter everything that I had built up in the last four and a half months. All the progress I'd made, all the growing I'd done by letting someone close to me. This little electronic device had the power to rip mine and Han's life apart. I didn't even want to look at it.

But I had to.

I held my breath as I looked down at it. I wasn't sure if I should be happy or sad when I saw the two people on there. It was clearly Jungkook; he was holding a girl's hand, they were just heading into a ladies bathroom together. I recognised the girl too. Emma. He'd told me that they'd slept together and that it was a casual thing that happened occasionally when they were both out and lonely. In the photo, they weren't doing anything though. Jungkook's expression as he smiled at her wasn't the cocky smirk that he used to use on me when he was trying to win me over. Her body wasn't pressed against his; in fact, she wasn't even looking at him. If someone had just showed me this picture of their night out, I wouldn't assume anything along the lines of what Seojoon was implying.

I looked back to Seojoon and shook my head. "That doesn't prove anything," I said fiercely.

Sure, Jungkook had slept with that girl, a lot, but that didn't mean that's what they were going in there to do. Or did I have a little too much faith in him? Was I just being blind because I didn't want to see anything there? Was I being the old Taehyung that would rather let something slide, rather than deal with it properly? I didn't know the answer.