A Scandalous Pair | Kim Mingyu FF | Svt

Mingyu

Hyerin watched me with a smug expression as I checked my phone, clearly enjoying seeing the shocked look on my face. "See? I told you. Everyone knows about it. Do Do-hee's not who you think she is, Mingyu."

I felt my hands shaking as I scrolled through the articles, each one worse than the last. There were pictures taken out of context, quotes twisted to fit a narrative, and baseless accusations being thrown around like they were the undeniable truth. I looked up at Hyerin, my eyes narrowing. "This isn't proof," I said, my voice strained. "This is just media sensation. People don't know the actual truth."

Hyerin rolled her eyes again, a condescending smirk on her face. "Please, Mingyu. You're smarter than that. When there's smoke, there's fire. All these articles, all these pictures, all these people talking about it... it can't all be a coincidence, can it?" She took a step towards me, her voice taking on a mocking tone. "You really think your precious Do-hee is so innocent? That she hasn't been sneaking around behind your back with some married director?"

I felt a pang of anger and defiance in my chest at Hyerin's words. She was trying to undermine my faith in Do-hee, to plant doubts in my mind, but I couldn't let her win. I clenched my jaw and squared my shoulders, my voice firm. "You know what? You might be right about the media, but I know Do-hee. She's not like that. This is all just gossip and speculation. You're just trying to sow doubt because you're bitter and jealous. Moreover you don't know what I know also no matter what happens to me and Do-hee there's still no chance that I'm getting back together with you. Now if you excuse me I've much more important thing to do. Also never come unannounced like this anymore." Saying so I finally left her in the office alone. I hurried to my car with Wonwoo hyung accompanying behind me. "Hyung, put down all those articles written about Do-hee. Make sure no article remains about her." I said as I finally reached my car. 

"Don't worry, I got it. You check on Do-hee. She must be distressed." I nodded feeling grateful that Wonwoo hyung gets it. My priority is now Do-hee. I need to make sure that she's okay. Praying that she hasn't seen all those articles about her. I drove to Do-hee's apartment as fast as possible, my heart racing with worry. I didn't know what state she would be in, whether those articles had reached her yet or not. But I knew I needed to be there for her, to let her know I didn't believe any of it. When I arrived at her apartment, I knocked on the door urgently, my heart in my throat. "Do-hee? It's me, Mingyu. Open the door, please." As I waited for Do-hee to answer the door, my worry and concern grew with each passing second. Her phone being switched off only added to my anxiety. I tried knocking again, this time a little harder. "Do-hee, please open the door. We need to talk."

But still, there was no response, no sign of movement from within the apartment. I tried calling her again, hoping that she would pick up this time. But it went straight to voicemail, leaving me even more panicked and frustrated. I then called her manager Haewon, surprisingly even her phone is also switched off. I tried Do-hee's phone multiple times, each time going straight to voicemail. I started pacing in front of her apartment, my heart racing with anxiety. I couldn't understand why her phone was switched off, why her manager's phone was also unreachable. Feeling hopeless I came down and asked the guard whether he'd seen them and to my surprise he said he did saw them a few minutes earlier going somewhere in Haewon's car. Finally, giving up I went back to my place. I texted her hoping that she would see my message.

Do-hee, I just saw the articles and I'm worried about you. Please call me as soon as you my message. I don't trust the media. I trust you. So, please. Please pick up my call.

I sent the message and waited for her to see them. An hour had passed and there was still no response from Do-hee. I was pacing around my apartment, my mind racing with worry and anxiety. I couldn't understand why she wasn't answering my texts or calls.